Super Mario
As Toyboys go, this kind of rocks. 2 years ago . January 12. Venice. My favourite city in existence. Italian men. Sizzling….Explosive mix.
Over the years I spent lots of time in Venice seeing my Best Friend who lives nearby in Trieste. She was married. Unhappily. So we’d meet there to drink & shop and talk, away from her boring husband. I met Mario in Dec 2004. BF and I were at the Monaco and I spotted him. Well, HE spotted me. Walking through the lobby I noticed this very attractive man look. One HELL of a look. Quite intimidating but in a not too unpleasant way. I frowned and kept walking. He was behind the desk. He was the Concierge!! Laugh out Loud. Hotel staff! Anyway, thought nothing more of it.
When I was leaving to get into my water taxi back to Marco Polo, he picked up my bags, told me I was beautiful and slapped his card into my hand. The taxi sped away, I waved goodbye to BF, waving his card at her & giggling. I was loved up with a South African at that point so didn’t think much of it. But in London at work next day I sent him an email, in my best Italian and thus started a little * thing*. He’d call ALL the time, on my cell, at work (embarrassing), Incessant. Very Italian. My little ego was bursting. Mother said “ Darling, he is keen isn’t he?!” 2 months later in January, I was back in Venice with Mum for a long w.e. My brother and his best mate were there as was the BF again. We had a fabulous time, drunken nights at Harry’s, drunken this & that, Mother dragging me round churches, my phone pinging all the time.
Mario couldn’t wait. “ Come back soon” “hurry up” We’d sneak out to the gondola station by the Monaco to smooch & giggle. He’d brazenly approach our table in the bar (my brother raising his eyebrows!) with false phone messages to get me up to my room for another smooch. We’d kiss in the corridors, him trying to drag me to my room. No, I was going to make him wait. And I was with Mum. Rude to misbehave! The day of our departure it snowed, Venice in the snow. Agonisingly beautiful. They closed Marco Polo. We’d have to stay on! But no it re-opened. In the water taxi back I turned to look at the hotel. I did not say goodbye to him. It riled me.
In November I was back – this time with another GF. Not such a great trip but Venice was at her best. Sad, melancholic, mysterious, foggy, eery, and damp. How it should be. Out of season and more gorgeous. I was hooked. Utterly. Not so much with Mario but Venice. Every trip and she pulls on my heartstrings. True to form, I left GF in the bar one evening while I had a moment in my room with Mario. Not proper sex, just bits & pieces. Could not leave her alone for long. Dammit. Still, he was quite attentive – we got free champagne & I enjoyed the snatched kisses, texts, waves. He knew I would be back and he knew exactly what he would be getting. 2 months later and I was back. 12 Jan 2006.
This time it was my Brother’s 60th Birthday so he flew us all out – him, his wife, her daughter, my Mother, and I. And his best friend & my BF would hook up with us there as they were coming from Milan & Trieste. In short, THIS was perfection. The people I love most in my most favourite city and a hot TB lined up. The adrenalin was coursing through me. Champagne in the lounge at Gatwick, more on the plane, we were well on our way. Taxied to the Monaco, dumped our bags in our rooms, did our teeth and were down in the bar. Dinner at Harry’s then back to the bar for more drinks. We were hammered. They abandoned me in the smoking room. They all went to bed. I carried on drinking. No sign of Mario on the desk.
The next day he appeared. As arranged. He was on duty but we arranged to meet in my room at 530 – pre cocktail hour shag. He on his break (!) Texts all day. “530”. “cannot wait” “Don’t be late” “Cannot wait” And so on . I could not wait!! I was edgy. My family were wetting themselves. It was hysterical!! I opened my door, wearing my mink, heels and nothing more. He pounced. Oh my. His BODY. Tall & fit. Hard. He played football and there was not an ounce of fat on him. Rock hard. And the body! Tanned & tattooed. Oh yes. He had to get back , I had to get dressed. But I flung on my mink & boots and ran to GF’s room to debrief. Then back to change and to the bar. When I walked through the lobby to meet them I was floating on air. Total sex haze. They all laughed at my (s)exploits.
Next day I could not sleep for excitement. I was up at 6, pounding the streets of Venice, trying to clear my head. After a boozy lunch Mum took GF and I to La Perla. Bought me some divine hold ups for my “assignation”. Throughout lunch I got shouted at for checking my phone for texts. We drank, we laughed. We went off to do our own thing that afternoon. My appointed hour came. I opened the door in my new hold ups, black lingerie and heels. His mouth fell to the floor. He pushed his way in, turned the TV up ( my Brother was next door – we had to)…………………..our time was soon up. He was back on the desk. I slipped into my leather trousers, heels, GF came & got me and back to the bar we went. As I sashayed past the desk, he looked me up and down. Very slowly. Knowingly. It was a hot look if ever I saw one. BF said “ Christ, no man ever gives me looks like that” she was aghast. I was the cat with the cream. Sigh. Drinks, Harry’s, bed. Alone. Tearful goodbyes.
Back to London. Pregnant? Hope not! Bye bye Mario. Hot TB. Lovely Venetian TB. But Venice, I love you more.
By SG
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