Young italian Parliament House

I was 20 at the time and in the capital for training with one of the armed services, which I’ll keep to myself. One Friday night, a few of the boys and I decided to head out and hit the bars and clubs.

While we were at one bar, a young, stunning blonde Italian woman walked straight up to me. Without hesitation, she said, “I think you’re the hottest guy in the bar.” I honestly thought it had to be a setup. Laughing, I told her to piss off and asked who had put her up to it. She just laughed it off and stayed.

We got talking properly, and before long she told me she’d missed her ride home. Since it was late, we decided to wait for the first train in the morning. She worked as a secretary and suggested we go to her workplace to kill some time.

This was pre-9/11, when security was almost nonexistent. We walked straight into Parliament House and made our way up to the seventh floor. We ended up alone in an MP’s office, sitting on his couch, talking and drinking in the moment. The late hour, the quiet building, and the thrill of being somewhere we didn’t belong quickly changed the mood.

One thing led to another. The talking stopped, clothes started coming off, and we didn’t leave that office untouched I fucked her on her bosses desk and ate her pussy like it was last desert … doggy style and blow job on his desk . We used just about every piece of furniture in the room before the sun came up, caught up in each other and the excitement of it all. We were careful, knowing neither of us had any protection, but the night was intense and unforgettable.

At around six in the morning, we finally left and caught the first train. She went her way, I went mine. We stayed in touch afterward, and on the day of my graduation, she made good on one last promise, giving me a send-off I’ve never forgotten