Andrea Milano

50 Shades of Pink (Victoria's Tales)

Added 2021-11-25 16:55:02 +0000 UTC

Ciao bellissimi!

Have you ever felt like you were living in a movie?

Well, I did, and today I want to share with you this unusual (and kind of magical) experience I went through when I was in Rome – the so-called “Città Eterna”, which literally means “the eternal city”.

You need to know that I was staying for a week with my girlfriend Laura and, since she is the owner of a small jewels brand and very busy, I was pretty often home alone, during the day.

To be honest, I liked my time in her loft: I was enjoying the amazing view from the terrace, where I was spending hours cuddled by the last rays of sunshine.

But more than anything else, I was truly loving to observe the city coming to life, right under my eyes, while enjoining a nice glass of prosecco, and the lounge music was playing in the sound system.

It was a Thursday, around 5 PM, and I was just chilling home, looking at the people on the street in that amazing panorama I could see from the rooftop. Rome lights were shining, fashionable bars and restaurants were opening their doors and terraces to the people for the aperitivo, and everything appeared enchanting.

I was fantasizing about the life of all those elegant passers-by while I suddenly realized the penthouse in front of Laura’s loft had no curtains – just like my girlfriend’s one!

I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking inside that window, even if I knew that spying on others people life is not… well, not something you are supposed to do.

But something was happening there, and I felt the need to know more.

I was super curious!

There seems to be a great movement of people back and forth.

They were all busy chatting and drinking while a nice piano melody was playing in that uncanny room.

A private party, I guessed… and unexpectedly, I locked eyes with a mysterious neighbour.

He looked about 40 years old, and he was dressed in a very elegant way.

To be fair, I can say he was quite charming.

But he didn’t bat an eyelash and gave me a nod of greeting, raising a glass of champagne.

No surprise, I was blushing like I never did.

I went back to my bedroom, waiting for Laura to go together to drink and dinner out in the Trastevere district.

The day after, something surprising was about to happen.

The charming man was taking pics of a beautiful girl, which I guessed to be a model, and it became clear the penthouse was that man’s.

The beautiful model was wearing gorgeous and sensual outfits: lingerie sets, baby dolls, soft sweaters paired with amazing tights… she looked like a real-life doll.

Outfit after outfit, I couldn’t help noticing everything she was wearing – and I mean everything – was in beautiful shades of pink!

And it was then that my private fantasy came to life!

As you all know, pink is my favourite colour, and my wardrobe is literally packed with pink items of all types. I WANTED TO BE HIS MUSE.

I ran into my bedroom, and I quickly wore a soft, warm sweater, matching him with a sexy pair of Brazilian panties.

The mysterious man immediately noticed me behind the open window, and there - just out of the blue - he started taking pictures of me.

I was shocked!

I have no clue how and where the girl he was working with went, but - almost without noticing – I started posing for him, with no thoughts in my mind but pleasing his sight and my vanity.

I felt so admired and desired: I was living a dream. A very special one.

The soft textile of the sweater touched my body like a million caring fingers… showing that stranger glimpse of my naked skin, while his face became more and more mesmerized by that unusual situation.

I took the sweater off and rapidly changed clothing. I was now wearing a hot pink lingerie set that made me look like a barbie. I was feeling hotter than ever. My usual modesty and all my fears where far away from me that afternoon. All I wanted was to hypnotize him with my body, my movements and my eyes.

I changed many times in an hour, wearing my most sexy clothes and playing with that charming stranger.

For sure, it wasn’t the first time a man played his moves with me, but this no-contact situation was extremely erotic, and I was feeling so free and excited.

New thoughts and desires were urging in my mind: I let myself be dragged by the eyes of that stranger and my body felt amused in that absolute pleasure.

…Suddenly, he vanished.

At first, I admit I felt sad for it, but crossing the street to knock on his door would have meant destroying that amazing fantasy.

Instead, I decided to treasure that memory in a special drawer inside my head because there’s no better place for fantasies.

This experience for sure increased my desire and pleasure to be watched and admired, to show myself and my body in all their shades.

Have you ever been seduced just with somebody’s eyes?