It was a Sunday evening and they were on their way to Dalloway Terrace to have dinner. Dushan was in the living-room waiting for Chioma.
She walked into the room and stood there, facing him. “How do I look?” she asked.
His eyes traveled slowly over her. “You look amazing in that dress,” he said.
“You don’t think it’s too short?”
“No. It shows off your beautiful long legs.”
She smiled. “Well, I’m happy that you like it. Ready?”
“You look very handsome in your outfit.”
Chioma grabbed her summer cardigan and they left the flat. “It’s a lovely evening,” she said, smiling because the sun felt nice and warm on her face.
“It’s perfect for outdoor dining.”
When they got to the restaurant, they were shown to the terrace where the décor was very pleasant with the sweet smelling roses. Chioma sat in the two seater with the two cushions. She placed one behind her back to be comfortable. “This is lovely,” she said, looking around. It was the first time she had ever dined outdoors. “How did you happen to know about this place?”
“One of my clients mentioned that he had been here with his wife and encouraged me to try it. So, I thought that we would try it tonight.”
The waitress came and took their orders for drinks. He asked for Sparkling Water while she asked for Cranberry Juice. After the young woman left, Chioma opened the menu and looked at it. “Everything looks really good. I think for the starter, I’ll have the Spicy Salmon Ceviche with avocado and nori. And for the main, I’ll have the Miso-Glazed Cod Fillet with Asian greens and soy dashi.”
“Very healthy choices. I’ll start with the roasted tomato & Miso soup with seeded goats cheese crouton and then, have the Ribeye Steak with sauce and fries.”
The waitress came and took their orders. After she left, Chioma leaned forward. “Guess what?”
“While you were in the shower this evening, Lydia called. I got an assignment.”
“What’s the assignment?”
“I’m going to interview Barbara Jatta, the first-ever female director of the Vatican Museums.”
“Does that mean…?”
“Yes, we’re going to Rome!”
“We, as in you and me?”
“We could leave on July 3 which is a Sunday. The interview is on Thursday, July 7.”
“How long are we going to be in Rome for?”
“Seven days. We come back on Sunday, July 10.”
“Since I met you I’ve traveled more than I have in my entire lifetime.”
“Have you ever been to Rome?”
“I haven’t either. I’ve always wanted to visit the eternal city and now I’m getting to with you. Oh, Dushan, I can’t wait.”
He smiled. “Nor can I. Here’s to seven days in Rome.” He raised his glass.
She raised hers and touched his before sipping the Cranberry Juice.
For the rest of the evening, they talked about Rome and how much sightseeing they could squeeze in during the time they were there. Over Chocolate Pudding with honeycomb & crème fraîche and Pavlova with lavender Chantilly, fresh blueberries & lemon thyme, they talked about possible day trips from Rome. It was nine o’clock when they left the restaurant. The sun hadn’t set as yet.
They held hands as they walked to the car. He held the door open for her and she got in, his eyes dropped to her legs, lingering there before he closed the door and walked around to his side of the car. Their eyes met as he started the engine. After they pulled out of the parking lot, he reached out and caressed the inner part of her right leg, making her catch her breath.
“I want you,” he muttered thickly. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. “Feel how badly I want to be inside you.”
Heat coursed through her body making her shiver. “We’ll be home in-in about twenty-five minutes,” she said breathlessly.
“I can’t wait that long. I want you now.”
He pulled into a parking lot and found a secluded spot–far from the other cars. He turned off the engine and got out. He went around to her side and opened the door. When she climbed out, he quickly closed the door and opened the door behind her seat. She got into the backseat and he got in after her.
He sat down and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed it down along with his underwear. He turned to her, his eyes smoldering with raw desire. “Take off your panties.”
She reached under her dress and pulled them down. After stepping out of them, she went between his legs. His fingers closed around his shaft and he pressed it against her. “Come down on it,” he instructed.
She leaned over and eased herself down on until she felt it inside her then, closing her eyes, she began to move up and down. His head fell back against the upholstery of the seat and he closed his eyes, moaning. His fingers gripped her by the waist while her hands pressed down on his thighs.
It was after ten when they finally got home.
Source: Evening Standard