I needed a break. I was tired, but the middle of a recession is hardly the time to tell the powers-that-be that you need more free time. Or to look for another job. Two friends run a small hotel in Spain. The food is good, the walking excellent, there is no beach and no stag parties. I booked a cheap flight, hired a car, and drove there.

The hotel was quiet, with only one other guest, and in the hour before supper I could explore the village, or go to the sun terrace on the top floor. I know the village well; there isn’t much to see. I went up and I saw Gina. It was the first time I had seen her for four years, but she had filled my dreams since that first meeting. [See Gina’s massage on this site]. She was lying on a sun-lounger with a book open, but was dozing quietly. She still had the same cascading dark hair, but now it was speckled with silver, which made her more alluring. She was in a bikini that had never seen water. The top barely covered her magnificent nipples, but it was the bottom that thrilled me. It was thin and silky, and it was obvious that she had a perfect bush. Hair that I could nuzzle into, something to explore, something to admire. A pussy I could lick and suck and enjoy, before drinking in the soft sweet cunt juice until I could take no more. But she was sleeping. I didn’t know what to do.

She solved the problem by waking with a start, instinctively pulling at her top, and smiling the blank smile when you want to be friendly, but you don’t know the other person, but then her face changed.

“Why didn’t you come back?” Her voice was unchanged, and still breathed raw sex over me.

“You cured me, and I couldn’t break the spell of that dream”.

We looked at each other, and then it was as if a dam had broken. We both started talking, and we had a lot to say. It was obvious within minutes that we were going to spend the weekend together. I told her about my useless job and she told me about the collapse of hers. Who will pay for holistic therapy when the NHS is free? We had much to share. We were still talking when Jan came upstairs to tell us that she was about to serve the meal. Gina got up with a start, and said she had to dress. I had no intention of letting her go again, so I went with her.

There is something intensely erotic about watching a woman in a shower, with the water cascading off her breasts, making the nipples stand out, before coursing down over her body and collecting in her bush, and pouring off it as if she was having a pee. I felt faint with desire.

I don’t remember eating, but I’m sure we did.

I will always remember that night. There were times when it was as if it was the first ever time either of us had ever fucked, and yet at other times Gina was like a courtesan, trained from an early age to give pleasure beyond endurance to a man. The first time I entered her she held my penis and guided me in, all the time murmuring that I was too big for her (I’m not big) and that she was sure she was going to burst. She gripped me tight and thumped my buttocks with her heels and drove me to places I had never been. She made her cunt muscles twitch as I pushed, and the sensation was too much for me. I came early, and tried to apologise, but Gina would have none of it.

After we collapsed, exhausted, she said that she wanted to remember our first meeting. She began to play with me, and then started to suck my penis. I became erect again as I watched her do this, as I felt her tongue and teeth and lips as she moved up and down the shaft. She found that sensitive area at the base close to my balls, and started to nibble it. She moved her hair back to give me a better view of her lips and mouth and she was enjoying every lick and nibble. She was like a hungry child trying to suck the last bit of drink from a milkshake. She sucked me dry. She swallowed every drop I could produce and then squeezed more out. We were both sweating, and lay tightly together, covered in sweat and peace.

She then began to move, slowly. She was like a dancer, and she brought her legs up between us. “I’m wet. I’m very wet. I’m having you my way, but as you go in, I want to watch your face”. She gripped my penis again, rubbed cunt juice backwards, and guided me into her anus. I don’t know how she could watch my face, because she screwed hers into a picture of ecstasy as I pushed in. I managed only a few thrusts before I came, and, exhausted, we collapsed into sleep.

We didn’t manage any walking, or shopping, just eating and fucking. And now we live together, and yes, we will be going back to that small hotel for our honeymoon.

paulbruin@gmx.com