She was lean, predatory. The C.E.O of a chain of adult novelty shops from Utah visiting Rome on holiday. They met at an Italian Gun Club where her body language screamed, "DO ME!" Six feet tall without the stilettos. Her legs went all the way to there. She looked like Brigette Nielson and he was determined to get closer than Axel Foley did. She had short blond hair which didn't cover a tattoo on the nape of her neck, "p-h-g-r-e-e-k" whatever that meant. Her passion for firing big weapons was quickly obvious to even the most casual observer, even L-cart ND-ana could not have missed the gist of that message. Well ... yeah, he could.
She suggested they fire a few rounds. They took adjacent stalls and emptied a few clips.
She got a jam in Smith & Wesson M&P 45 and asked for assistance. He noticed the Leprechaun icon on the rear of the slide. Weird, he thought. He vaguely recalled seeing thet image before, identical to this one, on a college football website. He quickly released there was no gun malfunction but a seductive, 'help me", come on.
Before he could say anything she grabbed his hand and led him to the dark corner of the firing line. She pressed him up against the wall, pressed her lips to his, and drove home a tongue that made him gag with its reach. So that's what a deep throat must be like, he thought. He had never been with such and aggressive woman. Didn't matter, he was already at Condition 1 - Cocked and Locked.
Her mini inched up with each grinding thrust but she didn't spread her legs. Sensing this was his play, he reached down and slide a hand up the inside of her thighs, the pressure gently spreading them for her. As he inched higher, he found she too was at ... Condition 1 - Cocked and Locked!
He froze then realized, when in Rome ...
