Spanish Holiday

Introduction

A true story about one of my trips to Spain. I've been to Spain several times, but this my second trip to Spain was the most memorable by far. Take your time, hope you enjoy. No quickie here. I feel the story of Josie-Marie deserves a complete retelling.

Prolog

I am from the west coast. When I was in my mid-twenties, I enrolled in a graduate program at a large midwestern university. During the summer of my first complete year, my friend James talked me into spending a summer in Europe by pointing out that I could transfer six credit hours from an accredited program in Wales and save money on out of state tuition. When classes ended in August, we secured a pair of round trip tickets from Glasgow to Barcelona, signing up to fill some vacant seats on a charter flight full of British vacationers. Thus began our Spanish Holiday.

We spent several nights in a small hotel in the old section of Barcelona; however, when we started running out of money and things to do in the city we decided to look into the possibility of spending some time in a less expensive rural location. Speaking a little bit of Spanish, James and I found a travel office in one of the narrow streets near our hotel and several hours later found ourselves on a bus bound for paradise. The travel agent booked us into one of the finest hotels in a town called La Scala, but all I knew for sure at the time was that it was still considerably less expensive than Barcelona.

Our hotel was the center of nightlife in La Scala. The beach was transformed nightly into a discotheque and people started showing up around 10:00pm to party. Friday and Saturday was a non-stop dance marathon breaking only at dawn. On Sunday evening the club was closed which was OK because we wanted to rent a pair of bicycles to explore the countryside on Monday. (I had been a competitive cyclist as an undergraduate and James was a runner.) Early on Monday morning, James went to rent the bikes while I went to a little market near the hotel. I gathered up a loaf of bread, a bottle of wine, some cheese, a jar of olives packed in bitter herbs, and some fruit -- a pretty typical Spanish picnic lunch.

The man and woman who operated the small store had a daugther or employee who appeared to be about 18 years old. She was a little shorter than I am (5' 7") with the most amazing gray-blue "bedroom" eyes, a dark complexition, flawless skin, amples bosom, and shoulder length jet black hair that shimmered naturally in the Mediterranean sun. Paying for lunch, my eyes were transfixed on her tight little ass. As she bent over the refrigerated case in a pair of short shorts, I spied her mound and could think of nothing but taking her in the ass while I diddled her swollen little clittie. We'd spotted this hottie the day we arrived in town, and I had been back every day to ogle at her.

The hotel concierge told us of an archaeological dig in a park a few miles south of the French border (not far) where some recent excavations included a large public cistern. Taking the long route, we traveled inland first, then north toward the French border, and finally doubled back to the Mediterranean coast and south into the park. The place was a zoo. There were several tour buses and groups of people everywhere. After a quick survey of the surroundings, we spied a rocky point sticking into the Sea just north of us. Deciding it would be a good place to get out of the crush of tourists, we headed out there for lunch.

The climb was harder than it had looked, and we arrived at our destination tired and disappointed to discover two women already there. Well, disappointed isn't exactly right, for the two of them lay totally naked on a colorful wool blanket in a small sandy depression among the rocks. The woman I presumed to be younger, Natalena, was a tall (5' 11") reddish-blonde with smallish breasts and "child-bearing" hips. (Many people do not know this, but the natives of northern Spain tend to be very fair skinned, some believe due to Scandanavian visitors in earlier centuries.) Lena's B cups were crowned with red-brown areloa about the size of a U.S. half dollar, and standing as I was in the rocks above her feet I couldn't help but notice she was devoid of pubic hair. Her hairless snatch, I would later learn, was a result of a close shave; however, I remember thinking at the time she could be no more than fourteen or fifteen years of age (she was 20). Natalena, who had on sunglasses and a pair of Walkman headphones, never heard our approach.

Lena's petite 18-year old friend on the blanket was none other than the young woman from the store in La Scala, who apparently had the afternoon off. She lay on her stomach, propped on her elbows facing us, and was reading a book. Her voluptuous gravity defying breasts had small dark brown areolas. (Small nipples make me hard.) Josie-Marie was at least a 34C possibly a D, and likely a 36 or 38. I doubted she would let me use the only measuring rod I had available to find out. Her amazing gray-blue eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, but I could feel them eyeing us as we approached. The woman exuded sexuality. As we stood atop the crest of rocks, Jo tapped Lena on the arm. When Natalena looked up and saw us, she jumped to a sitting position, covering her breasts with her left arm, and reached for a t-shirt in her bag with her right. It was quite comical to watch her try to put it on as it tangled in the cords of her headphones, but I resisted laughing.

The Plot Thickens (And So Do I)

"Lo siento! Lo siento! Perdoname!" I exclaimed. In my best Spanish, I tried to explain we were simply looking for a quiet place to have our lunch and we'd be leaving. "Vamanos."

"Publica," Jo said and shrugged. What a beautiful tone! She said, "Publica. Esto es una playa publica."

Answering her polite tone with my hesitant Spanish, I again said we'd go anyway. As we turned to retreat, Natalena said, "No. Don't go."

Marking her place in the book, Jo stood to reveal a neatly trimmed bush of black hair to match the locks on her head. Her tight body was bronzed by the sun, and I couldn't help but notice she did not have a single tan line on her body. In fact, neither of them did and I could only presume they came to the beach often. Josie-Marie reached into her beach bag and pulled out the bottom of a red bikini. As she bent to step into it, lifting first one leg then the other, her pendulant bosoms swayed to and fro. Again reaching into her bag, she secured a matching top around her beautiful breasts and quickly adjusted herself for balance. I was quite disappointed to see her beautiful breasts stowed for safety, but thanked the Gods for having seen them once.

Jo began to gather items from the blanket and pack them into her bag, and I thought she might be packing to leave. So working quickly, I made a plea for them to join us for lunch. Jo speaks no English, so Natalena translated my offer to her. After a brief exchange between the two, Jo fell backwards with plop onto the wool blanket, looked up at me, smiled brightly, and patted the blanket beside her. Not needing a second invitation, I sat down and began to unpack our lunch, showing each item to the women as I removed them carefully from the bag. James, always the quiet one, pulled up a rock near the blanket and began to dig through his pack for the pot a Swiss friend of mine had given us in London. I made the introductions while Natalena, who was still wearing only a hint of a t-shirt, sat crossed legged next to Jo and began to unpack her own day bag. She seemed to have no concern whatsoever about her bare snatch being spread widely in front of two complete strangers, and that fascinated me.

The women had also packed a bottle of wine, but had forgotten to bring a corkscrew. After I had opened both bottles of wine with my Swiss Army knife, I opened the tuna and sardines while James opened the olives. We cut some cheese, broke bread, and toasted our good fortune.

"Salud!"

As we ate, it was impossible not to notice the lips of Lena's labia were quite fleshy, spreading slightly outward as they protruded. I wasn't about to argue with her to put on clothes, and in fact I was secretly hoping Jo might adopt a little more of the same liberal attitude. I caught James glancing back and forth between Jo's tits and Lena's hairless twat with some regularity as he munched.

Since James was shy and Jo spoke little English, Natalena and I found ourselves doing most of the talking. We drifted back and forth between Spanish and English as one or the other of us ran into a language barrier forcing us to revert to our native tongue. Following lunch, James wanted to smoke the pot. Getting my attention, he nodded toward the woman and it was clear he wanted [i]me[/i] to ask them if they got high. Jo was ambivalent, but when it became obvious Natalena would enjoy a toke if we were sharing, James produced a bad boy from his shirt pocket and fired it up.

By now, it was well into afternoon and the hottest part of the day was upon us. After taking a hit on the joint, Jo decided to go for a swim. Removing her sunglasses, she showed us a path from the rocky outcropping to the water below. I watched her fine ass each and every step of the way. As she waded into the water below us, Natalena, James and I moved to the rocks above where she swam and finished the joint. Oddly enough, it turned out Lena was a waitress at the discotheque in our very hotel. She had been off work over the weekend as she was attending a wedding, and she noted this was her usual day off as the club was closed on Sundays and Mondays. As we continued to chat, Jo returned from her swim, climbing the path toward us. Coming out of the water, dripping wet in her red bikini, she was a glorious sight I can only liken to Ursula Andres or Halle Berry in those James Bond movies. Wa-oo-ga! Dripping wet, I doubt she weighed much more than one hundred pounds. Her nipples, hardened by a swim in the cool waters, pleaded for freedom behind the sheer fabric of her top. James moved again to sit on his rock, while Lena and I returned to the blanket. Jo grabbed her towel to dry. After again dangling her breasts as she dried each leg, she wrapped her luscious black locks in the towel and flipped her head back securing the towel with a simple knot. She squealed!

Crescendo

I jumped when Jo squealed. Startled as well, Lena turned to her and said something like "Que tal? Cual es el?"

Jo skipped lightly to Natalena. Bending forward and shielding her mouth, she whispered something I could not hear into the other's ear. After several hushed exchanges I interrupted to find out what was going on. Lena smiled at me and nodded toward James. "You see?" When I turned to look at James I found what was amusing Jo. James was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a jock strap. His cock had popped out of the jock strap, and the purplish head emerged just beyond the leg of his shorts. The moisture on the tip of his prick suggested his state had been developing for some time.

Stoned, James looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. Pointing to his lap, I exclaimed, "Jesus! Put your pecker back in your pants, James!" Natalena and Jo giggled as he quickly stood to adjust his package. Turning a bright shade of red, he simply said "Oh shit!"

Jo said something in Spanish I didn't catch.

"What?" I asked.

Before Jo had a chance to respond, Natalena turned to James and translated, "Maria would like to know if you need a hand."

Flustered, James stood in front of his rock, looked at me for a moment and then back to Jo and said, "Huh?"

Natalena said in her husky accent, "I believe she will assist you." Still standing, Jo bent forward and casually shook her long strands of hair, now dry, free of the towel. Dropping the towel to the blanket, she put her hands on her slim waistline staring at James, awaiting an answer.

"Assist?"

James, about five years younger than I, wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed, but his naivete here amazed me. As realization slowly came over his face, his eyes widened and he finally got a chance to use the little Spanish he could muster. "Si. Un mano. Si! Si!"

Upon seeing his obvious enthusiasm, Jo took one large step over the blanket and in one swift motion yanked his shorts to his ankles. In the same motion, she fell to her knees before him and as his manhood sprang free she found herself facing his fully erect member. James appeared to be about six inches long, an inch or two shorter than mine, but his dick was much thicker. As I watched in disbelief, Jo knelt before him, her fine ass resting on her feet, her hands on her knees, and just looked at his swollen prick. She seemed to be in awe of it as it visibly throbbed before her. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached up with her right hand and began to slowly stroke his rigid staff. James emitted a low moan, raised his head and closed his eyes as he basked in the blissful feeling of being under her control. For quite a while Natalena and I sat silently on the blanket, watching as Jo gently stroked his meat. Every now and then James would emit a low throaty noise, but otherwise the silence was deafening. I would have given just about anything to be in James's place, and I found my own organ responding to the visual stimulation. Her movements were slow and purposeful.

As I was contemplating taking my own prick out of my cycling shorts and stroking it, I noticed Natalena, again seated Indian style on the blanket, shaved pussy spread wide, was now lightly rotating the fingers of her left hand in a circular motion over her privates. She was noticeably wet and I could smell her scent as she spread her juices around her crotch. Jo finally broke the silence. I will always remember what she said in her gentle Spanish accent. "Es un mano bastante? Desea mi boca?"

Opening his eyes from his trance James just stared at her. He had absolutely no idea what she was saying which made the situation even more erotic. I knew, however, and it was making me extremely frustrated as I watched. There was now a significant spot of wetness in my spandex cycling shorts near the tip of my own engorged prick.

Natalena, still rubbing herself, translated for James. "Un mano. A hand. Is a hand enough?" Jo's slate colored eyes stared upward into James's and patiently awaited an answer. Her left hand still rested quietly upon her knee, but she continued to slowly stroke his cock with her right. Lena continued, "Do you want her mouth?"

The thought of her friend's luscious lips on his swollen gland made James lose his composure. "Fuuuuuuck!" he groaned. We all started as the first spurt of his cum struck Jo's forehead at her hairline, the second creamy spasm caught her squarely in the eye and she flinched slightly but did not back away. Closing her eyes, she began to beat him more vigorously. She proceeded to deliberately beat his meat as he covered her entire face in jism. James, that bastard, had been fucking some tight young American twat in Wales all summer. I, on the other hand, hadn't had sex (except masturbating to the thoughts of little hotties like Jo) since my girlfriend left college the preceding May. It was just not fair! Considering James had been regularly emptying his scrotum at least once a day all summer, I was a little amazed at how much semen he was able to produce. Jo's face was painted in a thin coating of his cum, which dripped from her chin, strings of it dangled in her black hair. As his orgasm subsided, he became self conscious about coming so suddenly. Reaching down and grabbing Natalena's towel, he began to wipe his cum from Jo's face and hair.

Lena stopped stroking her pussy. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "Esa es mi toalla!

Climax

We all laughed, as James kept muttering, "I'm sorry." However, he continued to gently wipe Jo clean until most signs of his recent special delivery were erased. When he was finished with her, he wiped himself with the towel, pulled up his shorts and moved to the water. I explained to the confused women he was going to wash the towel.

Jo eyed me as I was adjusting the visible bulge in my cycling shorts. She made some exclamation I didn't undertand, looked at me and said, "Y tu?" Nodding, I beckoned her closer with my index finger. With an evil grin, she fell from her knees to all fours and began to slowly gyrate toward me. She looked like a tiger on the prowl. Lena jokingly charged her friend, "Slut!" I rose to my feet awaiting Josie-Marie. Smiling over her shoulder at her friend, Jo proceeded to advance slowly. I watched as Natalena grabbed her beach bag and some of Jo's things, and propped them against a rock. She reclined backward upon them. Getting comfortable for the show her nubile friend was about to give, she licked the fingers of her left hand and began to rapidly rub the lips of her cunnie again as she used her right to open herself more widely. When James returned with the towel, he took one look at what was going on, tossed it on a rock to dry, and came to his knees on the edge of the blanket near Lena. Raising Lena's t-shirt, he began to nibble her exquisite breasts as she continued to rub herself vigorously. Lena closed her eyes and gently moaned.

By now, I had stepped out of my shorts and Jo was gently stroking my member. Staring down into those hypnotic pools, I brought my index finger to my lips and tapped them. Jo just smiled widely and proceeded to slowly and deliberately stroke me as she had done with James. As I continued to swell, she began to tease me with little kisses, licks, and bites, but she did not take me into her mouth. I was going crazy, hyperventilating. Determined not to pull a "James," I tried to divert my attention to the sea, but I kept being drawn back to her eyes which watched me closely as she worked. Natalena was really going at it now, and her first orgasm shook her body. This turned me on even more. Jo, the little bitch, was teasing me and loving every minute of it. I think she wanted me to cum like James had, but I was having none of that. I was determined to stay.

When Lena came, Jo silently rose to her feet in front of me. Standing slightly on her toes, she reached around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss. While kissing me, she bent my cock downward and began to massage the wet mound of flesh in her bikini with its tip. My head was swimming, and I was gasping for breathe when she finally stepped away from the kiss. Reaching behind her back, she freed her breasts from her top and quickly tossed it on a rock. Her nipples were hardened and thrusting upwards inviting me. She turned and interrupted Natalena and James who were kissing passionately and now both working Lena's twat. James now had two fingers inside of her and was fucking her with them slowly. Jo took Natalena, who groaned with disappointment, by the hand. Leading her to the center of the blanket, she had her lay on her back. James and I looked on with great interest.

At first, I thought Jo wanted me to fuck her friend. I started to position myself to do so, rubbing the reddened head of my rigid prick on those fat pussy lips. "No." Jo pushed my shoulders backward, I realized she wanted me to also lie on my back. She positioned me so that my legs now straddled Natalena's thighs, my prick was a foot or so from her cunt and bobbing in anticipation. Now assured that everything was in order, Jo pulled her bikini bottoms off and tossed them on the rock near her top. She then lowered her dripping twat to Lena's hungry mouth. Eyes closed, she rocked back and forth a few times adjusting herself onto her friend's extended tongue. She then ran her hands up and down her gorgeous tanned torso several times, giving special attention to the sensitive areas on her outer breasts. Just as I was beginning to think she had forgotten me entirely, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I could tell she was enjoying Lena's affections by the lustful look in her eyes. As if in slow motion, she wiggled her ass on Lena's face and then opened her mouth and lunging forward engulfed nearly all of my meat. She began sucking on me hard. Moving upward to my head, she twirled her tongue on the sensitive underside a few times and let my meat pop from her mouth. Again, she leaned backward and ran her hands up and down her body. More suddenly than the first time, she came down upon my cock again, sucking hard. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe this sexy vixen was doing this. Jo repeated the grinding of her twat and the Hoovering of my pole for ten or fifteen minutes. The natural pauses she took as she rode her girlfriend's face prolonged my pleasure.

James sat fixated and I realized he had another pulsing erection himself. "James, put your cock in Lena's hand," I suggested. He came to his knees, and inched toward the women. Taking Natalena's hand from Jo's ass, he placed it upon his rigid member. Immediately, she began to stroke him vigorously.

Looking to Jo, I could see her lips were brushing my pubic hairs. With each successive return to my prick, she had gone down on it a little further. I suddenly realized this woman had engulfed my entire cock, something no American woman had done for me. As she came down on me once again, I could feel the back of her throat open, her tonsils were pushed aside, and there was a little pop of resistance as the end of my dick entered her throat. "Oh, God." I thought, this woman really knows how to suck a dick. "Mmmmmm," I was moaning. Clearly near an orgasm herself, Jo paused her bobbing with my engorged cock entirely within her mouth. The feeling was incredible. As I watched her, I could see her nostrils flair, so I knew she was breathing despite my best attempts to plug her windpipe. Despite the torturous pauses, I knew I was approaching the point of no return. "Ooooh, yeah. Suck me, baby."

Suddenly, Josie-Marie began to shake violently. It was an extremely erotic sight to see her having an orgasm with my member embedded deeply in her throat. I popped my rocks. The first pulse caught her by surprise, but Jo recovered and furiously began bobbing on my knob. She was moaning as she did, milking me for everything I was worth. I never even saw her insert them, but Lena's hips began to buck wildly as Jo rapidly finger fucked her. I could feel her throat muscles contracting and relaxing as she swallowed every drop of my jism. James grunted, and I saw that he too was cumming. He was in the process of spewing another load onto Jo's back, Lena's hand clamped tightly around his cock.

That little Spanish vixen had made all three of us cum at one time, and she was clearly enjoying it.

Denouement

We fell into a tangled pile of flesh, and I soon fell fast asleep while Jo's fingernails gently caressed my inner thighs, my organ still in her mouth. When I awoke, the sun was much lower in the sky and James was sitting on his rock smoking a joint. The women were gone, but I was still on their blanket. Actually, if it were not for the fact that I was lying naked upon the blanket, I would have thought the entire event had been a dream. James handed me the joint, and said "Good day, huh?" I rolled my eyes, as he reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "They wrote down an address. I think they'd like us to return the blanket to them tomorrow."

Puffing on the doobie, I nodded and replied "It will be dark soon, we should be heading back or we'll be riding in the dark."

As it turned out, the place we rented the bikes had already closed for the evening when we got back to La Scala, so we ended up having to pay for two days rental on the bikes. I can't speak for James, but personally I think it was the best money we spent all summer. I was fortunate enough to rendevous with Jo one more time before leaving Spain (that's another story), but I never saw her again after my Spanish Holiday.