I moved out here to sunny Andalucía almost a year ago now. My life has changed so much. I have so many new friends and I have a job teaching English. There has not been a moments regret. I have a small house with a swimming pool outside of a small town. It is for me, heaven right here on Earth.
The long-awaited town fiesta was underway. It lasted four days and nights! Dancing, music, food and of course plenty of wine. It was the big day of fiesta, the Saturday. It began at lunch time with a paella competition in the main square, so plenty to eat and drink. I had walked down into town and met up with a few of my Spanish friends. We ate, drank and laughed, generally having a great time. It was by now getting very hot so we were all sat around a table in the shade enjoying ourselves.
There then was a foam party in the street where we were sat. This involved what looked like a large cannon that shot out a huge amount of soapy suds. The children were going mad playing in the foam. There was very loud music playing. Some adults also joined in the fun, dancing and laughing. I was still very warm even though I had been sat in the shade. It took almost no persuasion for me to join some of my friends in the foam which was now waist high. We danced and cooled off in the foam. The man operating the foam gun sprayed everyone in turn, making sure we all were covered in the cool, white, soapy foam. Great fun!
When the foam party ended we again sat down to have another drink. I was wet through as were my friends. I was also aware of the slippery soapy covering on my skin and clothes. I told my friends that I was just going home to shower and get changed ready for a very long night of dancing. The dancing started around midnight and went on until dawn. Although there would be plenty of other dancing before the main event at midnight. Maria, my best friend out here offered to drive me home. I thought about how much we had been drinking and declined her very kind offer saying that I would not be very long and that I would enjoy the walk. It was only about 20 minutes walk to my house.
When I got home I had a nice long cool shower, removing the soapiness left behind on my skin by the foam. I then took from my wardrobe the outfit I was going to wear for the night. I chose a thin strappy top made of Indian cotton and a short skirt that matched. Not being a large breasted woman I chose not to wear a bra as I knew it would become very hot when dancing.
After getting dressed I thought that I would just check my email. There I found an email from an ex-lover back in the UK. He was still a great friend even though our affair had come to and end. He often sent me emails and we kept in touch. He had attached a few photographs to the email as he often did. Before opening the attachments my mobile phone rang. It was Maria. Through the background noise of the fiesta she told me that Raul, her brother would be over to pick me up as he was passing my house to come down into town.
Raul was the younger brother of Maria. He was a builder. A very nice man and a good dancer too. However, he had been quite persistent in his efforts to get me into bed. He was only 34 years old and was therefore in my view too young for me! Also, I didn't want the complication of dating my best friend's brother, no matter how charming and good-looking he was. So, I had always politely refused his advances. But not a problem. I would welcome the lift down into town. Maria had said he would be about an hour. I then opened the photographs that were attached to the email.
I wasn't expecting to see images of my ex-lover naked! It was by no means a shock, and seeing him all naked took me right back to those nights we had spent in bed together in hotels. I looked at them and was transported back to those energetic nights. I was however, surprised at the reaction my body had to seeing them. I was amused to find that I was suddenly rather aroused. I sat with my feet up on the sofa and placed the laptop on the floor by my side and slipped my hand down the front of my white cotton panties. I often had to use self-pleasuring to satisfy my needs.
I was building up slowly to a nice little orgasm remembering the nights of raunchy passion with the ex when there was a loud knock at my door. I quickly pulled my fingers from their task of pleasuring me. I went to the door and found Raul standing there. He had walked down the driveway and so I had not heard his pick-up.
"Oh! I thought you were going to be an hour?" I said.
"An hour? No I told Maria I'd be a quarter of an hour. There was so much noise there she probably didn't hear me." He replied.
