As I sit in the summer sun I am recalling the day Marco and I first met. We had talked for a couple of weeks on an internet dating site and when we finally met the sparks were flying -- we could hardly keep our hands off each other in the pub. Little did I know this was going to be the start of a beautiful romance. Marco is Italian and my dream man, he is tall with dark hair and gorgeous eyes which are so expressive and I can tell exactly what he is thinking when I look into them. That first night his eyes were dark and sparkly and full of passion. He has a well toned body and there is something about the way he holds me and touches me which starts my body tingling. Being Italian, his temperament is true to form and a healthy sex life forms an important part of his agenda and as our relationship has developed over the last 3½ years so our sex life has too. We have visited many places, New York, Sorrento, Amsterdam, Bangkok, Nice, Venice and Rome, and during our last trip to Rome we were very naughty. He had already told me that I wasn't allowed to wear any knickers from the moment we stepped on Italian soil so I obeyed. The first night we went to meet some friends for dinner and decided to go to the restaurant by taxi as it was quite a long way away. As soon as we got into the taxi, his hands went up my skirt and he started to touch me. In return I unzipped his trousers and began to touch his very hard cock. I was scared that the taxi driver might see what we were doing but he seemed intent on driving and wasn't taking any notice of what was happening in the back of his taxi. I sunk down in my seat and opened my legs I felt the wetness and Marco continued to use his fingers on me. His cock was so hard I couldn't resist and leant forward to suck it and just hoped the taxi driver didn't know what was going on! My head was bobbing up and down with Marco's hand pushing my head down on his cock whilst the other was rubbing my labia and now and then he would push two fingers deep inside my pussy. I was gushing by now, close to a climax, I stopped sucking and held his cock in my hand, slowly wanking and closed my eyes. I must have made loud moans by now as when I opened my eyes again, I noticed that the taxi driver was glaring through his mirror and driving very slow. He must have had full view of my wide open legs and Marco's fingers going in and out of my pussy. I was quite embarrassed, but at the same time felt that this actually turned me on even more!! The thought of this stranger watching us was driving me wild, at some point our eyes met through the mirror and I found myself asking Marco that perhaps we should stop somewhere quiet, at this point I needed to be fucked. We stopped the taxi and found ourselves by a square which was buzzing with people, but a short step down one of the side streets leading off it led us to an alleyway which had scaffolding and hoarding up and found a space between the hoarding where we were hidden. Marco immediately pushed me up against the board and kissed me hard -- I could feel his cock throbbing against me and I undid his trousers, he thrust inside my dripping pussy and fucked me hard -- my back was pushed against the hoarding as he pushed into me. I was moaning with every thrust and I could feel Marco's cock getting harder and harder until he gushed his spunk into me as my body started to tremble and my own climax reached its peak. It was so intense that we remained against the board for what seemed ages until Marco kissed me on my neck whispering in my ear that he loved me very much. We very quite late when we met our friends at the restaurant, we were very apologetic and sat opposite each other. I could feel our mixed juices dribbling down my legs, I looked Marco in the eyes and suddenly found myself lifting my foot and putting it between his legs, I started massaging his cock as it was hard again, Marco closed his eyes and smiled. At the end of what was a wonderful dinner where wine had been flowing and by now were very tipsy, we thanked our friends and took a taxi back.... but that's another story