So, I travel A LOT with my job, and in fact, I am rarely home in Spain. So on a recent stay, I thought I would present myself with two new challenges: A.) try to have sex every day for a week straight (why not?!?); B.) get to know some of the neighbors …
SUNDAY: A “motero” couple, mid-40s, muscle-heads, motorcycle/leather freaks; we’ve been in touch for awhile, finally our skeds lined up for some Sunday fun. We met at a local bar for a few afternoon drinks, immediate cool “vibe.” She was absolutely stunning; blonde, saucy, firm but juicy at same time. Once at my place, I ditch into the bathroom for a quick shower, and I return to find them well into it. Every couple is different. Some men like to watch their wives get shagged. Others just leave you to it, and go watch a football match. He was full-on participation. I help undress her, and the curves did not lie; she was a stunner, with big round natural breasts, gorgeous ass, tight tummy. She quickly starts giving expert head, and I reach down to start massaging her loins. WET, WET, WET is the word. Literally, five strokes with my fingers, and she’s gushing. She is a huge squirter, and I keep digging in with my fingers. She keeps gushing. So much so, I run into my bathroom to get a towel (don’t want to ruin my $300 down sleeper!). She’s on all fours, her gorgeous ass sticking up at the edge of the bed. I keep fingering her; she keeps squirting – the arithmetic is pretty simple, finger-squirt, finger-squirt — I have never seen a woman gush so much! It’s flowing all over my hardwood floors, and I ease up behind her, standing in a puddle as I slip on a condom. Her husband grabs her hips, and starts pushing her hips into my cock, saying all kinds of naughty things. She keeps unloading an unbelievable amount of liquid; all over me, my cock, and my floor, and I am pushing for all I am worth. She keeps cumming so much that my feet are slipping all over the floor. Her hubby is pushing her into my cock, talking dirty, slapping her ass, she’s screaming and squirting, and my feet are slipping out from underneath me. I pump for all I am worth, just to keep balanced, and unleash a huge load all over her back and ass, and collapse on the bed. They keep going at it. These guys are non-stop. I take a breather, rebound for round two; she’s sucking my cock, begging for my “leche,” while motoman hubby is hammering from behind. I dump another load, she keeps squirting. They dress, a few kisses, they’re gone. And I run to get the mop.
MONDAY: One of the great things about “el mundo liberal” is that you can meet people from all over the world. Turns out a couple was visiting from Andalucia. They had pinged me a message a week before, saying they liked my profile, and adding they had never been with a “gringo” before. More than willing to help break down cultural barriers, I gladly agreed to meet them. They were very discreet. They only had one picture (of their backs) on their profile, and when they sent a picture via phone, it was still difficult to get a sense of who they were. We met at local bar, and I was absolutely floored when I walked in. She was a petite, late-30s, auburn-haired fun, sassy Sevilliana that us Americans dream about back home. I completely ignored the husband, and zeroed in on this gorgeous specimen that had dropped down from the heavens. Long, flowing hair, gorgeous curves under a tight dress, tan skin, green eyes, big smile, long legs accented by boots, sexy and otherwise oozing sexuality. Now I am just completely in hog heaven, and quickly wrap my arms around this smiling, sexy Spanish vixen. Hubby follows suit, and then she adds that she wants the two of us to give her a “four-hand” massage. I put on some chill out music, light up some candles, and she starts to grind her sexy little ass against my pants. Everything about her turned me on. She faces me, and starts to slowly unbutton my shirt, her hands slowly touching my chest, kissing my nipples, caressing my stomach. I am doing same, hands all over her back, ass, and tummy as I kiss her neck. Very slow, very sensual, very erotic. Fast forward 45mins, and we’re all lathered in massage oil. Hubby seems a little taken aback by how much she and I are grooving together, but I am not in an altruistic mood, and keep massaging her loins. She is sopping wet, and she murmurs, “ooooh, creo que voy a hacer un piss” — so she’s clearly never squirted before — I quickly apply my “yoni massage” techniques, and her body convulses in orgasmic delight. She pushes me back on the pillows and says, “ahora voy a hacerte a correr,” and pours more oil all over my cock, balls and ass. I haven’t been this hard since the 1990s, and she revealed an expert touch, mixing a soft touch, with increased rhythm. As I build toward exploding, she grips my loins like a bowling ball; two of her fingers are deep into my ass, tickling my G-spot, the other fingers are like a vise grip around my balls. Her other hand is stroking my cock. She’s pressing her tits down on my cock, her mouth quietly begging: “quiero verte correr …” I promptly comply, exploding in the most intense orgasm in a long time all over her breasts and mouth. Just as I am imagining how much I am going to enjoy fucking her, she quickly starts to dress. They had two kids at the hotel, the babysitter needed to leave, and – puff! — they were gone. I was kind of bummed, because I really wanted more of that bum. I had a tug, and passed out in gleeful bliss … Sevilla tiene otro color!
TUESDAY: Another couple with months of contact, and finally, they say they can meet for lunch on Tuesday. It’s quickly apparent that the vibe is not there. Despite some very sexy photos online, in person, there is just no mutual chemistry. I always know that when I am having a better time chatting and laughing with the husband, and the woman is sitting there without much to say, it’s going nowhere. And when she started to complain about the food and the wine, well, this clearly isn’t my style of woman. Come on, who complains about the food and wine in Spain?! She goes to the bathroom, and husband said, “she’s special, you need to flirt with her more, she’ll come around!” I am thinking — baaaagh — and make up some excuse about work. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. So much for my streak of having sex for a week straight!
WEDNESDAY: I am usually not into “larger” women. I am hardly Adonis, and I certainly don’t expect pin-up girls in return, and, in fact, the perfect Barbies don’t really do that much more me. I like natural, real, smart, interesting, honest women, but at least semi-fit/healthy. I had had some nice banter with a raven-haired “larger” woman via some messages and texts, and despite the fact that it was hard to see just how “large” she was from her fotos (mostly of her breasts), I agreed to meet her. We meet at a local tapas bar, and walks in a quiet dazzling, exuberant, well-dressed, elegant lady. Not “large” at all, but rather Rubenesque and gorgeously curvy. We’re having a very nice chat, and I am thinking, well, she is HOT, and I want to shag her! But she’s a bit stand-offish, not quite warming up to my roguish American charm. Finally, she agrees to come to my place. Once inside, the mood changes, and she admits that she is married, that she needs to be very discreet in public, and that she wanted to jump my bones from the start. I just said, “You should have said so … !” Turns out she is quite a successful businesswoman in the area, and as I undressed her, she murmured into my ear: “I have to be in charge all day, I just want you to dominate me …” Well, that was music to me ears. Three hours later, both of us sore but happy, she slips out the door, and says we have to meet for drinks again very soon. Cuando quieres, guapa ;)
THURSDAY: It’s often difficult to make schedules line up, especially with jobs, families, kids all getting in the way of adult fun. So one must be flexible, and be ready to act at a moment’s notice. So it was about 23hrs, the football match was just winding down, and I get a ping on my phone. A 40s couple that we’ve been in touch for months asks if I can come down at midnight, after the kids are asleep. I jump into the car, make the 30min drive, and the hubby leads me into a basement den where his tall, athletic, sexy wife is waiting dressed in black stockings, heels, lacy top. We have a few drinks, hubby puts on some porn, and she saddles up next to me. I don’t know why, but it seems like every woman I meet these days are squirters. And I have never seen anyone squirt as much and easily as this one. She stood at the table, spread her legs, and I reached under from behind. Literally three or four strokes with my fingers, and she lets fly with a huge gusher all over the floor. She keeps saying, “más, más,” so I keep fingering her, real fast, rapid-fire, and she keeps gushing. She drops to her knees, and start some expert head. Her hubby is content to watch the fun, and document our every move with a camera. This woman totally turned me on, and sucked, squirted, and fucked for the better part of the next five hours. She was insatiable. She simply kept sucking my cock, working me up again, and we’d shag again like monkeys. I didn’t get home until 6am, and passed out, thinking that I was done for the week. But I was wrong.
FRIDAY: Friday afternoon, I arrange to meet a local married lady who has perhaps the most perfect skin I’ve ever seen. Olive, bronze, shiny, smooth, she is mid-40s, mother of three, but an absolute stunner, 5-foot-3 petite little horny thing. We’d played as couple the previous, but hubby didn’t like that I was having all the fun, and didn’t want to repeat. But several months later, the wife pinged me, and said she wanted to play alone. Always willing to help out a busy mom, I invited her over for an afternoon siesta. She just wanted to laugh, be man-handled, and have a few hours escape. I was borderline exhausted, but we went two rounds of passionate, deep, patient quality sex. Uffff, I am so glad she called me back.
SATURDAY: Sometimes weeks and months in anticipation can end in disappointment. The next night, a couple books into a local hotel, and I decide to make it easy, and also get a room in same hotel. I’ve been flirting and chatting with the woman for more than a year, and we finally meet. She did not disappoint, a stunning brunette, well-kept, looked just like a Spanish Monica Bellucci. We met for lunch, all fine, and then again at 8pm. Fun, sexy, very experienced swinger couple. Hubby was well-to-do businessman, sophisticated, so we all hit it off. After endless hours of chat, we finally get down to fun, but for some reason, we just didn’t click physically. She was someone who always stopped, either to make a joke, to laugh, or a comment, and also very picky (don’t push there, not so hard), that we just couldn’t get any natural rhythm going. She was absolutely stunning physically (and the show with her “Magic Wand” was phenomenal), but sometimes perfection doesn’t equal attraction. She just didn’t turn me on. By far, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever been with, but we didn’t “click.” Oddly, I couldn’t wait to get out of there, but I was stuck, with my hotel room just down the hall. We finally had a little fun, but it wasn’t nearly what I was hoping for. I wasn’t about to let that keep me down. When I got back to my laptop, I found a message waiting from my new friend from Barcelona. She was coming up soon for visit. Viva la vida!
