It had been an incredibly busy couple of weeks here in London. Day after day was filled with endlessly long meetings, and I would be grateful to never again have to sit through another business lunch. Now that my work was all finished I had planned to spend a few days travelling south to Somerset, enjoying all that the English countryside had to offer, before heading back home to other side of the world. Unfortunately the weather forecast was predicting heavy rain and freezing temperatures for the next couple of days across most parts of the UK, and the thought of having to be indoors did not appeal.
I decided that when in England I should do what the English do, and hop on a flight to Spain. Within an hour I'd organised flights and booked a lovely small apartment on the Costa Blanca in Valencia just outside the town of Denia. It was part of a small group of four villas, with a shared swimming pool, and only a few minutes walk to what looked like lovely sandy beaches. Within four hours I was in a taxi making my way to Denia, and it wasn't even lunchtime.
The day was sunny and warm, and the drive along the coast was spectacular. The apartment I'd booked was surprisingly, every bit as modern and comfortable as it looked online, and I was soon settled in and heading off to find my small bit of heaven on the sand. I couldn't wait to be basking away all the worries of the past fortnight.
The beach was quite crowded, but I spied a reasonable spot to lay down my towel between a family with a couple of rowdy boys arguing about who could swim the fastest, and on the other side, a woman in a bikini sleeping face down. The boys were thankfully off to test their theory before I'd even sat down, and I was soon preparing to open the pages of the book I'd had in my suitcase for the past two weeks, and hadn't even begun.
I was struggling to get through the first page as I kept finding my gaze wandering to the sleeping woman. She was probably in her late thirties, early forties, with beautiful skin. She had the kind of figure that I would describe as perfect; curvy and soft, like a Rubin's painting. But what was particularly attracting my attention was the beautiful soft dark hair I could just make out on her inner thighs growing all the way up to what I was beginning to think was the most stunningly shaped bottom I'd ever seen. She rolled over to reveal an amazingly large pair of breasts that couldn't be hidden beneath her bikini top, and as well, a glorious thin trail of dark hair growing up to her belly button from her bikini bottoms; while I'd been staring, something had been growing very hard in my swim shorts, and I made an attempt to cover my embarrassment with my book, and decided it was time for a swim in the cool blue water.
Despite the wonderfully refreshing waters of the Mediterranean, I couldn't get this woman's gorgeous body out of my mind, and headed back to my slice of heaven on the sand to continue letting my eyes take in her beauty, but she had disappeared. Perhaps she had noticed my staring, and possibly my state of arousal and didn't want that kind of attention. Another kind of hunger had began to take hold, so I decided to head into town for an early meal.
I briefly stopped by the apartment to shower and change and then made my way into Denia and found a lovely looking place called Tasca Eulalia. I ordered fish with a small salad along with a glass of house wine, and was seated near the windows looking out onto the street. I didn't mind too much that I was on my own. I was just reveling in the sights and smells as several of the local men stood by the bar talking and laughing with each other, not that I understood what was being said, but somehow still feeling a part of the atmosphere. One of the men had motioned to the others and they stopped talking as one by one their eyes followed a woman who had walked in, an extremely beautiful woman, my bikini clad goddess from earlier in the day, though now wearing a simple summery dress. She went to the counter and enquired about something, I'm not sure what, and the waiter shook his head. She ordered a drink and took a seat at the bar.
It wasn't long before one of the men from the group sidled up to her and was obviously trying to make a pass. I don't know what was said but he quickly backed off, and as luck would have it she made her way over to the table next to mine. The men at the bar continued eyeing this woman off, and having whispered conversations followed by loud raucous laughter. I could sense she felt uncomfortable, a woman alone, so I leaned across to her and said,
"Would you care to join me? I'm afraid I don't speak any Spanish, I'm just here on holiday for a few days."
I think more out of worry that the other men would possibly keep harassing her, she smiled a thank you, and moved from her table to mine.
"I don't speak much Spanish either," she said. "And I'm not so good with English as well. You can probably tell that."
"You seem to be doing remarkably well," I said, "My guess is from your accent that you're German?"
"It's a good guess but only half right," she smiled. "I live in Germany, but I'm only half German."
"Which half is German?" I said smiling back.
She looked a bit confused, but then started to laugh, as her face lit up.
