La Ragazza di Trieste

Veronica was from Trieste, in the north of Italy. She had come to Australia on a working holiday. She was working at my favourite Italian restaurant, il Paradiso.At first, I thought she was from the eastern bloc. Her voice was husky, possibly from too many cigarettes, her accent was strong. The combination was alluring. She was young, at least twenty years younger than me. I don?t usually find young women attractive, they are too vapid and in any case, they are usually not interested in me, either. A situation I find perfectly satisfactory.I regularly met some business colleagues for lunch at the restaurant. I found myself arriving early to chat with Veronica, about Italy, about Australia, and about food.She was very relaxed and easy to talk to. I noticed that I wasn?t the only one of her regulars that was smitten. I loved watching her as she chatted to them. She had a great figure and usually wore black jeans with a low cut black top and a waiter?s apron. She wasn?t skinny but you would never think of her as fat, her breasts weren?t huge but she certainly made the most of what she had.One day, while waiting for my buddies, she asked what business Escort esat I was in. I told her I was a photographer.She said, ?A photographer of women??"Sometimes," I said, "I mainly do advertising.??Advertising, like in magazines???Yes, mostly,? I replied.?Can you stay for a coffee after your lunch? I would like to discuss some photography.??Okay,? I said, thinking ?not another camera nut?.After lunch I told the guys I would settle the bill and see them next week. Veronica brought over a tray with two coffees and two limoncellos. Holding up the limoncello, she said, ?Salute.? We downed our limoncellos and settle to our coffees.?So, photography,? she said leaning in toward me, giving me a wonderful view of her cleavage.?You?re interested in photography?"?Sure, of course,? she replied, ?you have photographed many women???I guess so.??Are you a good photographer?? she asked.?Quite a few people think so,? I replied.?Would you take photographs for me???Sure, what do you need photographed???What?? She says in surprise, raising her eyebrows, ?Not what, me.? ?Oh sure,? I replied in surprise, ?what kind of photos would you etimesgut escort like???Some photos with Sydney, I will call you.?She called and asked if the following Monday was good for me, it was her day off. She gave me the address of an apartment in Darling Point. The apartment building was right on the water. I parked in the basement car park and she buzzed me up. Veronica answered the door wearing a short summery dress; she was wearing her light brown hair out instead of the usual ponytail she wore at work. Overall she looked more sophisticated and womanly. The apartment was a sub penthouse with panoramic views of the harbour.She air-kissed me on both cheeks, ?Ciao Giuliano, come in.? As she turned to walk into the bright living area, I couldn?t help but notice that she seemed to be naked under her almost sheer dress.?Do you live here?? I asked incredulously.She laughed huskily, ?No, no, it?s a customer's, he?s away in another city, he loaned it to me.??Very generous,? I replied.?He?s a lovely man, I introduce you. Upstairs has a better view, maybe we start there.? I followed her upstairs, with my gear, etlik escort bayan into an enormous bedroom with a large lounge suite and a featherstone chaise at the end of a king size bed. Whoever had fitted this place out, hadn?t cut any corners.Veronica hauled a battered suitcase onto one of the lounges and opened it. I got out a camera and started to look for shots. Veronica was right, the room had a great aspect, and the balcony had glass balustrades giving an unbroken view of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. After taking in the view, I turned back to see Veronica holding up a simple black maillot. ?Giuliano, what do you think?? I was somewhat surprised; this was obviously more than a simple portrait to send Nonna.?Glamorous,? I replied, ?Do you have some sunglasses, black heels, and maybe a headscarf???Sure, she replied, scusa,? She went into the ensuite as I started to set up some reflectors and a tripod.I called out to her, ?Are these photos for your boyfriend??Again the throaty laugh, ?Boyfriend, no I have no boyfriend.??Girlfriend?? I queried.?Giuliano!" She called out. After a moment I heard her voice closer?Giuliano,? she paused. I looked up to see her standing naked in the doorway holding a lipstick and lipstick brush. ?I?m Italian from Trieste not Greek from Lesbos.? With that, she turned back into the ensuite.After I picked my jaw up off the floor and plugged my eyes back into their sockets I called out, ?Sorry?.