Message-ID: <44828asstr$1066482604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20031018020947.29289.qmail@web21002.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 19:09:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} When Spanish Eyes Are Smiling MF MF rom long Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge This is a work of erotic fiction inspired by a recent trip to Spain. Any resemblence to actual people or events is purely coincidental. This story is solely intended for the private enjoyment of the audience and any distribution of the descriptions of this story without the permission of the commissioner is prohibited. Contructive criticism of the story is welcome, but flames are not. No animals were harmed in writing this story. ************************************* If pressed, Brendon McCabe would admit that he loved Spain because of its women. It certainly wasn't the food, which consisted mainly of fat and unchewable ham, called jamon. Rather, Brendon thought the women were the sexiest in Europe. They were proud of their ample chests, which they displayed with several inches of cleavage. They wore sleeveless blouses, with very thin straps, or just a piece of cloth over the right shoulder. Many wore tight strapless bodices, just held in place by a few strips of lycra. They were shorts or brief skirts, displaying their vital assets. Even the department store mannequins sported prominent pointy breasts. Brendon eagerly accepted the assignment of representing his Irish wine importing firm in Spain. Like most educated Europeans, he spoke several languages, including Spanish and Italian. His Spanish had an Irish accent, but he avoided the pronounced lisp associated with Castilian Spanish pronunciation. He imported Rioja and Cava from the north, other less exciting wines from the Duoro valley, and sherry from Jerez. His base in Madrid enabled him to tour the county, talking to producers, bottlers, and shippers. Madrid was due south of Dublin, and was easily accessible. The entry of Ireland into the European Union, and especially the acceptance of the euro, enabled him to control costs. He made enough money to live in the Salamanca section of Madrid, which enabled him to walk to work, but drive his BMW 325 around the country. Right now, however, Brendon was having a problem with one particular Spanish woman. His secretary, Anna, was sitting on his bed wearing just some pink panties. He had invited her for one of their regular siesta trysts, because his apartment was air conditioned and cool in the face of the Madrid sun. She had a surprise for him. She said (in Spanish), "This is going to be our last time. I accepted Juan's proposal." She sported her sparkling diamond. "I though you like our little rendezvous?" Brendon asked. "I do. You are much more experienced in the bedroom than Juan. But he loves me, and I can build a life with him." "I like you." "I know you do. But Juan loves me, and I love him." "Does he know about us?" "Yes. That is why I promised him this would be our last time. You can fire me after that." "I won't fire you, just because you don't want to make love to me anymore. I need a secretary who is fluent in English and Spanish. They are not very common." "Good. You are basically a good man, even though you want as many women as possible. You don't love me. You just accepted me because I was convenient. " Basically, Brendon had to agree. Anna walked over to him. "Since this is going to be our last time, let's make it extra special. Let me see what's hiding in those shorts." Anna pulled on his shorts, revealing a semi hard prick, already 15 centimeters long. She knelt down and pulled it into her mouth. She licked him slowly, taking her time to arouse him. She grabbed his ass, and pulled him into her. Brendon slowly rubbed her hair as she worked her way around his expanding penis. "Get back on the bed," he said. Anna lay on her back, and Brendon removed her panties. She opened her legs, and he climbed between them. He leaned down to feast on her hairy bush and moist pussy. He jabbed at her slit with his tongue. Anna reacted by lurching her hips, almost pushing him away. She then settled down to enjoy the ride. Brendon knew exactly what she wanted and how to bring her to the peak of excitement. He moved around the edges of his slit and sucked her expanding clit. Anna played with her own tits, as Brendon fingered her pussy. "My God, that is so good, " Anna sighed. Brendon climbed up to her chest. She grabbed his prick, but Brendon pulled away. "Why did you do that? I want it in me." she complained. "I know, but since this is our last time, I want to give you a treat. Turn around and let me take you from behind." Brendon had always wanted to take Anna doggie style, but he thought she was too conservative for that. Now, she would find out what she was missing. She knew what he wanted and felt that she owed him that. She turned over and raised her ass expectantly in the air. Brendon let his prick explore her pussy several times. "Put it in!" she demanded. Brendon sharply thrust his prick into her eager pussy. He worked her savagely, grabbing her tits. He used her breast and hips as levers to pull her back toward him. "Yes, Do it. Do it. Thrill me." she urged. Anna breathed hard as she reached her first peak. "Yes. I'm dying!" She exclaimed. Some European women call the orgasm the small death, because it is an anticipation of paradise. Brendon did not let her rest. She wailed as he continued to thrust into per pussy. Soon she was on the verge of another explosion. Only this time, he was ready too. He grunted as his cum roared into her, filling her eager pussy. It took several minutes for them to catch their breath. They lay next to each other. "I am going to halve to teach Juan to do that." Anna said, sighing. "If you want me to give him lessons, let me know." They got up and took their showers. By this time, the Madrid heat had abated, so they walked back to the office to resume work. When Anna and Juan were married, Brendon gave them a Spanish version of the Joy of Sex and a copy of a book of Pablo Picasso's erotic drawings. A few days later, Brendon had to go to Jerez de la Frontera to arrange for some shipment of dry sherry and to purchase some sweet sherry for his company. Although he could reach Jerez with a day's drive, he decided to stop in Sevillia to discuss shipping issues and to see if he could meet any pretty women. He stayed at the Sevilla hotel, which was a nice four star hotel at the edge of the down town section. After doing his business with shippers and relaxing for siesta, he wandered near the Cathedral for dinner. At a vibrant bar, he met an number of local business people. They noticed immediately he was foreign by his accent and appearance. He was not tall, dark and handsome. Rather, he was short, light and handsome. And he had the self confidence that comes from being a successful businessman. "Where are you from?" asked Maria. "Ireland." "What are you doing in Andelusia?" asked her friend Sophie. "Driving down to Jerez to buy some sherry for my company. We're importers to Ireland." "I'm not sure I believe that." Julia stated. The women were justifiably suspicious of tourists who might lie their way into their pants. They had been burned more than once. Brendon handed each one his business card. "Can you give us any sherry now?" Julia asked. "No, but I will have some by the weekend, when I get back from Jerez." "Can you give us some then?" asked Sophie. "Sure. Give me your phone numbers, and I'll call you." "Why don't you just meet us here next Saturday, after siesta, and we'll sample it then." Sophie said. "If we don't have a better date by then." Maria added, giggling. "Fine. I'll see you Saturday on my way back to Madrid." Brendon replied. Brendon spent most of the evening talking to Sophie. She had deep tan skin, but brown sparkling eyes and a broad smile. She worked in one of the tourist shops near the Plaza Nueva. He hoped she would remember to return to the restaurant. "I'll bring you a wine as dark and sweet as you are," Brendon told her. The next day he drove to Jerez. Much of the next few days was spent chatting and having dinner with vintners and suppliers. He flirted with women at the hotel, but nothing came of it. After siesta on Thursday, he drove out to the bodega famous for it's deep cream sherry. The bodega was 20 kilometers from town, of mostly dirt roads. He had been there once before, but he still needed directions faxed to him. He liked it's owner, Sr. Sanchez, and was much attracted to his much younger wife, Isabel. They had flirted when he was there previously, but he did not want to insult Sr. Sanchez. This time something was different. Sr. Sanchez was in a wheel chair, the victim of a stroke, and was attended by a pretty young nurse named Claire. Nevertheless, he was fully coherent, and he and Brendon discussed business. Isabel led Brendon on a tour of the facilities, including the casks and filtration devises. She seemed nervous and irritable, especially if her husband was near. Sr. Sanchez said, "It is much better to talk it we are relaxed. Why don't you stay for dinner? " Brendon replied, "I would love to, but then it would be too late to drive into town in the dark." "You can stay until tomorrow. I am sure Isabel would not mind." "I always carry a tooth brush and a change of clothes when I travel, anyway." Brendon replied. During dinner, Isabel shifted nervously in her chair, but could not keep her eyes off Brendon. She was only slightly older than him, but no longer likely to conceive a child. Sr. Sanchez was able to negotiate a reasonable contract over the wine. After dinner, he said, "I am going to bed. You can stay with Isabel and enjoy our sweetest sherry. Come along, Claire." Isabel had the servant clear the dishes so she could sit next to Brendon. They sipped the sherry and talked about European politics. Isabel bounced in her chair, frequently crossing and uncrossing her legs. Her frustrated lust was about to burst. Isabel nudged closer to Brendon, and started to stroke his knee. Suddenly, she threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. "What will Sr. Sanchez think about you doing this?" Brendon asked. "I have not slept with him since his stroke. Besides, he has Claire." Her barely repressed libido was arising to the surface. Brendon was more used to being the seducer than the seduced, but he was willing to change roles. "I need to get my things." he said. "Meet me in the guest house." The range had a small guest cottage next to the main house. Brendon took a small bag out of his car. The area was completely dark, except for the lights emanating from the house. When Brendon arrived at the guest house, he found Isabel there, wearing just a short night dress. She seized him passionately, embracing him. "Take me, please. I need it, badly." she said, her voice thickened with tension. She then nervously pulled off his polo shirt, and pushed him down on the bed. She fumbled with his belt, but he helped her remove his trousers. She climbed on top of him, covering him with kisses. He lifted her night dress, so he could fondle her ass. Her breathing become shorter as her anticipation grew. "Take off my night dress." she instructed, quietly. He did so, admiring her large oval breasts. He eased her onto her back, so he could kiss them. He then slid down between he legs to he could kiss her pussy. With every move, her sexual tension increased. Months of frustrated deprivation increased her need. She scooted up, so she could pull off his shorts. She kissed his prick, watching it extend to full length. "This is better than I expected. I want it, so bad I can taste it," she moaned. She fell onto her back. At first, Brendon want to play with her wet pussy some more. But she demanded, "Don't keep me waiting. Put it in." She gasped at the size and depth of his prick. She pulled her legs up and placed them behind his back. He thrust at her rapidly because he sensed her need. "You're so big. I want it so bad." she sighed. Isabel moaned with delight as he took her to new heights. Her moans degenerated into squeals as she edged toward an orgasm. Years of sexual frustration came pouring out. "Yes, do it hard. Make me cum." she urged. She shrieked as first one orgasm, and then another pierced her body. Brendon kept at her until he too was at the edge. His prick exploded with a powerful pulse of pleasure. "I'm there, too," he grunted. Even when he thought he was empty, his experienced additional jolts. Isabel almost fainted as orgasms shattered her body. She stammered incoherently. Suddenly they were quiet. Brendon pulled out and lay next to her. They were both perspiring. "That was wonderful. Better than expected." she sighed. "All sex is wonderful with a woman like you." he agreed. She lay on his chest, and quietly played with his prick. They fell asleep briefly, tired from their ordeal. After a while they felt gooey from sweat and semen. "Let's take a shower," Brendon suggested. The guest house had its own bathroom. They arose naked and climbed into the tub. Brendon took the soap and washed his lover's body, especially her tits and her black bush. She was getting excited again. Isabel washed him in return. She was amazed by how rapidly his prick returned to its full size. "I want it again." she said. Brendon pushed her against the bathroom wall, and pushed a few fingers up the pussy. "Your finger is not enough," she said. She lifted one leg and put it behind him, balancing herself on the other. She leaned back against the wall, letting him enter her. He pushed as deep as possible, until she was resting on his prick. Her weight fell on his hips. She was pinned between him and the wall, defenseless against his savage thrusts. She did not want any other way. "Make me cum again," she demanded. Because of their earlier encounter, Brendon was able to last for a while, banging her unmercifully. She grabbed him tight until another orgasm vibrated though her. For Brendon, the pain-pleasure grew relentlessly, until it was greater than he could bear. His prick exploded again, shorter but just as sharp as the previous time. He released her, and let her fall into the tub. He dropped too, letting the water flow over them. After a few minutes, she arose and dried herself. He followed, and they want back to the bed. Brendon fell asleep, but some time during the night, she got dressed and went back to the main house. When he got up in the morning, he heard noises outside. He quickly dressed, brushed his teeth, and emerged from the guest house. He found Isabel, her husband, and Claire on the veranda, enjoying breakfast. Isabel was cheerful, but made no references to the previous night. When Brendon was about to leave, Sr Sanchez came over to him and said, "Thank you for helping my wife. I want you to have a case of our sweetest sherry." "Thank you, sir. I enjoyed it as much as she did." Isabel kissed him gently, and said, "When you come to Jerez again, be sure to visit. I am sure you will our hospitality as great as ever." The next day Brendon drove back to Sevillia. He arrived in time for lunch, and brief work out, and siesta. After a shave and shower, he went back to the bar where he met Sophie and her friends, hoping they would be there. Sophie was there, along with some women and men he had not met. She went up to him, greeting him cheerfully. "I am glad you remembered to come here," she said, smiling. "I am glad you remembered, too." he replied. "Did you bring the sherry you promised?" "It is in the hotel. I did not want to carry it through the streets. Do you want it now?" "You can wait to later." Sophie wore a short top suspended by two thin strips of cloth. She did not have a bra. Her skirt stopped mid thigh. She embodied Spanish sexuality that so excited Brendon. They talked about his business and wine, and tourists of Seville. They started to walk through the Santa Cruz district, near the Cathedral. "You must tour this area often," he said. "Not really. The only time I can come here is Saturday, after siesta, when our shop is closed and these are open. Besides, this place is a tourist trap. You can get better stuff for less money near my shop on Calle Sierpes." They walked through the warren of narrow streets, almost getting lost. They stopped several times for tapas and wine or beer. Finally Brendon said, "I'd would like you to have dinner with me tonight, but I have to make reservations." "That would be wonderful." she added with smile. Sophie found the handsome Irishman different enough to be exciting but not enough to be threatening. She was tired of being seduced by lying tourists. At least Brendon was honest, had money, and could give her a good time. She decided to let him seduce her if he tried hard enough. They made reservations at an upscale restaurant near the Gerald tower, and then continued walking through Santa Cruz. Reservations were for nine-thirty, which is early for Seville. Sophie was impressed by how much he knew about wine, especially some of the obscure bogedas in Rioja and Navarre. "Sophie is an unusual name in Spain," Brendon remarked. "I was named after the queen. I was born soon after her coronation." They were about to order some dessert, when Brendon announced, "If you want, we can pick up the wine from the hotel. I have some of the sweetest sherry in the world, as a gift from a friend." He did not mention what he had to do to Isabel to obtain the gift. "That would be delightful," she replied. On the way to the hotel, Sophie stop to phone her parents. She told them she was with Brendon and did know when she would return home. "My parents let me do what ever I want, because I pay some of the rent, provided I tell them where I am." Sophie explained. At the hotel, Brendon brought two bottles of sherry, opening one of them. He poured a few ounces into two glasses. He motioned for her to sit on a chair, while he sat on the bed. "To you and your beauty, my dear," he toasted. "Thank you, for the delicious wine. It is really good, " she replied. They sipped and talked for a few minutes. When she put her glass on the table and stood up, Brendon stood also, and embraced her. She returned the embrace and kissed him passionately. He pulled her down on the bed, and started to feel her breasts under her top. Suddenly, she pulled away, and stood up. "Is any thing wrong?" he asked. "Before things go too far, I have to tell you. If you want to have regular sex with me, you are going to have to use protection. You seem like a nice man, but I don't know you very well, with all those diseases out there, we have to be safe." "Of course. I would have used a condom anyway." "Get the condom, now, please." Brendon pulled a box of condoms from his suitcase. When he turned around, she had removed her top and the skirt. They embrace again, as he fondled her behind. He pushed her gently back on the bed, and removed his polo shirt and slacks. He climbed onto the bed next to her, so he could kiss and play with her breasts. He then placed his finger inside her panties, and gently rubbed her pussy. She moaned with delight as he inserted a finger into her slit. "Let me remove your panties, so I can give you a good time," he said. She lifted her ass so he could peel her panties off her legs. He put his head on her pussy. She opened her legs so he could get between them. "Pleasure me. Make me feel good, " she sighed. Brendon started to lick her mound. He kissed and suck her clitoris, making her very excited. While he occupied himself moving around her clit, she rubbed her own tits, making them tingle. "Oooh, your tongue feels good," she cooed. She luxuriated in the feeling of having her clitoris stimulated. Her moans got louder. "You know how to treat a girl. Don't stop," she moaned. Her breathing came harder as she got more excited. Suddenly, her body burst forth a torrent of pleasure, making her scream with orgasmic delight. When she relaxed, Brendon climbed next to her, holding her. They cuddled for a while, as Sophie caught her breath. She then sat up and said, "That deserves some pay back." She reached under his shorts. Brendon let her pull them off. She was pleased by how fast his penis grew to full size, over 25 cm. She kissed it and pulled it into her mouth. "You have a wonderful prick," she said. After a few minutes of getting excited, he said, "Put my condom on me." "Yes. That way we can both enjoy it." She pulled the condom from its wrapper, and fitted it over his prick. She had evidently practiced that before. She then moved over him and let her pussy gradually fall onto his prick. She squat down on him, using her knees for leverage. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling saturate her pussy. "You feel very good, even through the condom," he said. "So do you." She moved slowly above him, enjoying everything. He played with her breasts, pinching them slightly. "I love riding your huge rod. Pinch me harder," she urged. He reached around to grab her ass. He slapped her ass, getting her even more excited. She grunted with each bend over him. "Hurt me. I like it rough." she hissed. He slapped her ass harder. He pinched her nipples. He then lurched under her, throwing her over onto her back. He started to pound into her with hard deep thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard with your monster prick." she screamed. He kept banging into her until until she felt a convulsion start in her pussy and spread up her torso and down her legs, until it spread over her entire body. "I'm cumming again. You made me cum again." she screamed. He felt his prick expend inside the condom until it was ready to rip it apart. His damn burst with a powerful outpouring of cum. He kept moving inside her until they both felt their surges recede. "That was amazing," she said. He pulled out and lay next to her. However, he realized he could not stay there long. "I have to empty the condom." he said. He went to the bathroom, and put the condom in the trash. When he returned to bed, she was lying there, half awake. "Do you want some more sherry? " he asked. "Just a bit." They sat in the bed and drank their wine. Suddenly she looked at her watch. "I have to go." she said. "You are welcome to spend the night here. We can make love again after we rest." "Thank you, but I told people at home that I would be back tonight. I don't want anything to spoil the magic of a wonderful evening." She used the bathroom, and then found her clothes. "Can I drive you home?" "You have had too much to drink. I will take a taxi." "Can at least pay for the taxi?" "Yes. That would be sweet." "Is ten Eros enough?" "To where I live, it's about five." He gave her the five Eros. He did not want to insult her by offering more. "Don't forget your sherry." he said, offering her the two bottles. "Thank you. You are very nice." "Can I call you the next time I'm in Sevillia?" "Yes. Here is my phone number." "I'm glad you were able to stay with me." "So am I. I had a great time. You are a wonderful lover. Good bye." With that, she left the room. Brendon never saw her again. A week later, Brendon was in an Irish pub in Madrid. Like every large city in Europe, Madrid had several to serve the Irish expatriate population of the city. The pubs also attracted other residents and tourists who just wanted to speak English. Brendon had one or two that he visited every week. Brendon was talking about Spanish women, and how they pale compared to English and Irish women. He complained about Anna, and bragged about Isabel and Sophie, without mentioning names. A group of English women were also in the pub. Finally, one of them, named Beth Jones, said, "I'm tired of hearing how we're less sexy than Spanish women. A women does not need to have bosoms the size of car fenders and nipples the size of two euro coin to be sexy." Brendon knew Beth from the pub, but he had never had a date with her. She was pretty in a conventional sort of way, but not beautiful. However, her long blond hair stood out when surrounded by Mediterranean Spaniards. She worked for an English bank in Madrid. "How else are they sexy?" Brendon asked. "Sexy is an attitude, not a body," she replied. "That is true, but the attitude is reflected in the body." "No, the attitude is reflected in charm and intelligence." "If you haven't got the body, I'll never find out about your charm and intelligence. " "Why not?" "Most men are basically stupid. They can look better than they can think." "I knew it all along," one of Beth's friends chimed in. "Are you that stupid?" Beth asked him. "Almost. I'm just aware that I'm stupid." "Then, we're all doomed," she said. "Not necessarily. If you just wore a tighter polo shirt and an open neck, I guarantee you'll get more male attention. It's not just what you have, it's how you display it." Beth realized that her dress was a bit dowdy for a young woman, especially when compared to the Spanish. She felt encouraged by Brendon's remark. Later in the week, she spoke to some of her friends about her wardrobe. By the time she returned to the pub the next week, her shirt let her accentuate her breasts and display a bit of cleavage. A number of men appreciated the change. Brendon said, "I told you men would notice. Even I noticed." "I'm glad I did not go the effort for nothing." "Even more, would you like to join me for the opera next week. They are doing Il Trovatore. " "Oh, I love Verdi. I'd love to." Brendon arranged to pick Beth up and drive to the royal opera, parking near the Plaza Oriente. Walking through the Plaza, they saw numerous couples staring at each other's eyes and bodies. Brendon thought one or two women were familiar, but he did not want to embarrass them or Beth. In the natural process of things, there were also some couples pushing baby strollers. After the show, they went back to her neighborhood for dinner at a local Italian restaurant. When he took her home, Brendon indicated that he did not have to go home himself. She said, "My room mate is here. Besides, I never sleep with a man on the first date." "How many dates does it take?" "We'll just have to see. It we get there, we'll both know." With that, she kissed him good-night and went inside. Beth believed that sex belongs in a relationship. However, since moving to Spain her only relationship ended badly after she discovered that her air-line pilot lover was already married. She refused to play the other woman. Since then she stopped looking for a relationship because she found most Spanish men were either not serious or not sexy. She thought that Brendon was in the former category. She was surprised that he asked her out several times, usually to some cultural venue. Each time, it was obvious what he wanted, but he respected her right to say no. She liked him, but she began to wonder if he was just testing her. At dinner on their fifth or sixth date, she asked, "Why do you ask me out?" "Isn't it obvious? I like you and enjoy your company. You enjoy my company too, don't you." "Yes I do. I like to date someone in English. But you go out with other women, too, right?" "Yes. I enjoy their company too. I don't owe you anything." "Do you sleep with them?" "Come on. I would never ask you that question. But as it happens, yes." "Are you like Don Juan?" "Don Juan seduced 1,003 Spanish women, according to Mozart and La Ponte. Leporello said the Don had sex with 91 Turkish women, but he did not mention how many English women he seduced. Regardless, I'm well off the pace." "I'm sorry I asked. I am glad you would never ask me that question." Brendon and Beth discovered they had a lot in common. Although they were from opposite coasts of the Irish sea, they were both lapsed Catholics who had concentrated in Spanish at university. They were in Madrid to capitalize on their language skills. They did not share the traditional prejudices of their countrymen regarding the other nationality. The Spanish could not distinguish between and Irish accent and a British one. Both enjoyed opera and classical music in community where not many expatriates did. Beth knew more about music than Brendon, but he knew more about wine and the Spanish country side. Brendon enjoyed sleeping with sexy Spanish women. However, he sometimes felt that many of them, such as Isabel and Sophie, loved him for the size and proficiency of his penis. He wanted someone who would love him for himself. Brendon said he was going to Rioja and Navarre that week, and would she like to come with him. "I would love to visit those areas with you, but I cannot take the vacation time." "How about just going up there for a week-end? I know some delightful paradors in the hills of Navarre." "Yes. I understand that those areas are beautiful. I've never stayed at a parador, and I always wanted to." Paradors are inns that the Spanish government converted from old monasteries and castles. "If we want to do a parador, we had better do it soon. It would be hard to get a reservation during the summer." They agreed to go to northern Spain in two weeks, provided Brendon could get a parador in a scenic area. He did. They each thought that the week-end would decide if this relationship had any future. They met for a brief lunch on Friday, and left for the three and a half hour drive to the parador. On the way, they talked about their education and what brought them to Spain. The parador was a medieval castle which had been converted to an almost modern hotel. They checked in, unpacked, and walked through the ancient rooms. After dinner at the hotel, they walked holding hands back to the room. When they got back, Brendon put his arms around her. "I want to make love to you," he said. "Yes. This relationship has been Platonic long enough." They kissed passionately. She then suddenly broke away. "I have to use the bathroom," she said. When she emerged, she was wearing an almost transparent negligee. "You look beautiful in that," he said, admiring. "Thank you," she said, smiling. She pulled at his shirt, removing it. She then leaned down to unbuckle his belt. He could see her luxuriant breasts through the top of the negligee. She pulled off his pants and tossed them on a chair. She lay on the bed and called him. "Lie down next to me, and make love to me." He joined her, wearing just his shorts. He put his arms around her, gently stroking her breasts. He put a hand under her negligee, so he could fondle them better. "Let me take your negligee," he said. She pulled it off, and lay back, naked. "Make love to me. Make me feel special," she whispered. He kissed her breasts, moving back and forth between them. He then moved lower to kiss her slit. She moaned quietly as he gently stimulated her clitoris. "That feels so good," she said. "It will feel better in a minute. Do we need protection?" he asked. "No. I went back on the pill after that incident at the pub. I trust you." He pulled off his shorts. She leaned up to admire his prick. It hardened up as soon as she touched it. He resumed playing with her pussy. Her breathing became labored with excitement. "Please make love to me. I want you so bad." she urged. He moved up top of her and placed his prick against her opening. He moved into her slowly but firmly. She pushed against him to increase their contact. They started a slow rhythm. She moaned with pleasure with each rocking pulse. He kissed her breasts while moving inside her. "Yes. Kiss me. Fuck me. I want it. I want it." she wailed. The glow started in her pussy and expanded through her body until her body was on fire. Waves of fire flowed through her, setting off explosions of pleasure. "My God, you are making me cum!" she exclaimed. He continued working her harder than before. He did not want to hold back. Instead, he pounded her pussy until neither could take any more. They both exploded together, with a powerful series of orgasms. It took several minutes before he could relax and withdraw. "That was wonderful. I can't remember better sex than that." she whispered. "That was only the beginning," he replied. They lay next to each other all night. In the morning, they made love again. She moved on top of him to ride his prick in a long, loving fuck. After their shower and breakfast, they drove through the mountains. She took a number of photographs of the castles and scenery. At night, they made love again. They took their time to satisfy each other. By Sunday, they drove back to Madrid. In the car, she said, "You are the first man I've been with in over a year. I forgot how good it can be. Thank you." "You are the first woman I spent an entire week-end with in almost as long. I loved it too." They started to get together every week-end, although she did not move into his apartment. Brendon reduced his activities with other women, although Beth did not demand that he cease them entirely. During the August vacation, when Madrid empties out, they did not go the Costa del Sol or Majorca. Instead, they returned together to the cool lakes of central Ireland. When they traveled though Europe, she called him her traveling buddy. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! 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