When I finished grad school, I went to Naples to teach English and study Italian. The school was in a small nearby town that I traveled to by train.

Before and after my classes, I’d hang out at a bar near the train station. Gina, a petite woman about my age, had a way of bending over to wipe the tables in the bar in her usually low-cut shirt. It was an act I obviously noticed, as did the Italian patrons. Her ample breasts hung there for all to enjoy. But, unlike the Italians, I was the one usually caught peeking.

The first time she noticed me looking, I quickly looked away. As she headed back to the bar, she bent down to grab my empty glass and whispered in my ear, “So you like Italian girls, eh?”

I felt my face flush. I followed her with my eyes, watching her ass shift in her tight jeans. She looked back, winked, and said loudly, “I guess you do.”

After that, she’d clean the tables more regularly while I was there, even if they didn’t need it. If there weren’t many customers, she would shake her tits and laugh without looking at me. She’d also come and sit on my lap when she took a cigarette break. Each time, she casually adjusted herself on my lap, causing her ass to rub against my cock, getting it hard. When she finished her cigarette, she would say that she felt a lot taller, and then go back to work.

Gina was always very friendly with the customers. She made sarcastic comments to them and often sat on the laps of those she knew, so I never was sure where I stood — until one Wednesday night. I finished that Wednesday at ten and rushed to the train station to catch the 10:09. I arrived out of breath and still 500 yards away as the train was pulling out. I decided to wait at Gina’s bar until the next train arrived.

Gina had decided to close early since there wasn’t much business that evening. She had just about cleaned up, and some of the lights were off in the back. I walked in and explained what had just happened. She laughed and poured me a shot of grappa. “Relax,” she said. “Let me finish up, and we’ll have a drink before the next train comes.” She locked the doors before pouring me another shot.

As we talked, she stood behind the bar, her braless tits begging for attention. I couldn’t resist looking at them. They pressed against her white button-down shirt. It was easy to see her firm nipples straining against the fabric.

With the grappa and her tits calling out to me, I felt my cock stiffen. As discreetly as I could, I reached down and tried to adjust myself. She seemed to have noticed, because she instantly reached over and pulled my arm up.

“What are you hiding?” she demanded.

I shook my head in embarrassment and said, “Nothing.”

“Come here.” She pulled me by the arm and took me behind the bar, staring down at my seven-inch erection trying to push its way out of my pants. “Nothing, eh?”

I couldn’t help myself. I pulled her close and kissed her, tasting the grappa on her lips. She moved her crotch up against mine, and I could feel her heat and wetness. I unbuttoned her shirt and freed her breasts. I sucked on them, tasting the saltiness of her skin. We were practically giving a show to the people who passed on the street, so she pulled me down behind the bar, pushed me onto my back, and slipped my pants down. My cock sprang out and she licked up and down the shaft before slipping her lush lips around the head. I squirmed with pleasure as she sucked on my cock and massaged my balls. She sucked harder, occasionally raising her head to show me a strand of pre-come that stretched from the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock.

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt. She slipped off her jeans and panties and climbed on top of me, running her fingers over my chest and stomach muscles as she spread her legs over my cock. With her hand on my cock and her shaved pussy hovering over it, Gina winked at me. “Now let’s find out why you Americans fuck so much in the films.”

It was incredible. Gina rubbed the head of my cock against the opening of her pussy and licked her lips. Gradually she pushed herself down onto it, dipping my cock into her and pulling it out again. I felt her muscles tighten around it as it dipped deeper and deeper. Her tits bounced inside her unbuttoned shirt. Finally, on the last inch, she pushed down hard and began gyrating on my prick, tightening her vaginal muscles around it every few seconds.

I reached up and grabbed her beautiful breasts, massaging them as she gasped and closed her eyes. I started rocking my cock into her, matching her motions, and I could feel her pussy spill its juices down my balls, which turned me on even more. I pulled her down to me and slipped my tongue deep in her mouth as I continued to fuck her.

Then Gina cried out, and I felt her pussy tense up around my cock again, but harder this time. Her tits pressed against my chest and she broke our kiss to let out a feral howl.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. With her pussy holding my cock like a vise, I felt I was about to erupt. She must have known it too. Only a few seconds after her orgasm had subsided, she pulled herself up off my cock. At the exact moment that her hand wrapped around it, I shot out a spray of come, covering her breasts and my shirt.

I never did catch the next train that night. Instead I went up to Gina’s apartment for a wonderful night of lovemaking. Every now and then I deliberately miss the 10:09 train, and that’s just fine with Gina.