The walk wasn't long, but the narrow, winding streets often made it seem so. Particularly on evenings like this. Jeff walked quickly over the damp cobblestone path, a small introspective smile on his face, making him look a little like a Cheshire cat. He had a destination and a goal, and he was intent on getting there quickly.
Waiting in the little bungalow, non-descript by Spanish standards, quaint and charming by anyone else's, the bungalow sat pushed tightly between two 3 story apartment buildings, both with the same whitewashed, somewhat disheveled appearance as the bungalow they crowded. But although it was not a glamorous spot, it is the place that Both Jennifer and he felt most at home these days. It was homey and comfortable, made even more so by the loving hand of Jennifer.
His pace quickening as he neared the Spanish love nest, Jeff began to look forward to the evening ahead, and the surprises in store. Jennifer didn't often surprise him after 3 years of marriage, but occasionally she got an idea in her head and a twinkle in her eye. Most often these surprises included an evening out at the opera or a play, or a night in a café chatting and reminiscing. They inevitably lead to the little bungalow, and an evening of gentle love making.
Jeff loved those evenings. After 3 years their love had grown and he would never have thought it possible, he felt closer now to Jennifer than he ever had. Sometimes he wondered if that intense feeling of love would ever end.
Jeff thought of their first meeting, in a small restaurant in Rome. Bumbling along the street, both lost and oblivious to each other's plight as they crossed paths over and over again. Up one street and the next, down another, they continued to run into each. Little did they know they were both looking for the same small restaurant. When they both finally arrived there at the same time they had looked at each other sheepishly and laughed, eyes turned down to the ground. Both too shy to ask the other to sit with them for supper, the motherly patron of the establishment made the decision for them, placing them both at the only table in the place. The supper was wonderful, but the companionship was better, and borne from that meeting was a relationship that would last many long periods apart, yet love intensifying despite those distances.
So after six years of absenteeism they had decided to settle down, get married and move into a new neighborhood in Seville. She would teach English and he would settle for a job as an Engineer with a small telecommunications company. They would have a perfect little life in a beautiful little city in a wonderful country.
Of course it hadn't been that easy, but together it was never all that difficult.
As Jeff continued to ponder the path his life had taken, he realized he had reached the door to the house and silently walked in. The aroma of roasting ham struck him as he entered the quiet hallway and the soft sounds of Enya came faintly to his ears. The lights were dimmed and the plaster walls cast shadows that emphasized the rustic surface, glowing orange where Jennifer had placed small tallow candles on the floor, leading to the living room. Although the living room was in all reality a multi-purpose room used for dining, working and relaxing, they had come to refer it as such, giving it a more appealing nature.
Jeff wandered slowly through the hall, pausing once to smell the food and to listen to Jennifer hum an Enya tune. He smiled as he imagined her cooking in an over-sized baker's gown, humming to her herself and oblivious to his presence. Padding quietly into the doorframe he stopped and was shocked at what he saw. Jennifer had not done this before, and as he stood and stared at her naked back, her full ass and the way she stood with her legs slightly parted, stirring a pot on the stove, his excitement grew.
Jeff and Jennifer had always had a healthy sex life. There was no question about that. And after all of those years, nothing had changed. It was satisfying and Jeff loved it. There had been deviations in their sex when they first started seeing each, an exploration so to speak, an attempt to learn each other's likes and dislikes, fantasies and desires, turn-ons and turnoffs. It had been fun, as Jeff recalled, and Jennifer had been open to trying new things, new positions until they settled into what they knew best. Jennifer rarely failed to orgasm, and that made Jeff happy.
But this was new, and he watched transfixed. Even though the act of cooking was hardly a sexual activity, the small of Jennifer's back and the occasional peak at the lips of her pussy from behind made him extremely excited, and his cock strained against his pants. He shifted uncomfortably to alleviate the stress, and reached down his pants to move his cock to a more comfortable position. When Jennifer turned suddenly around to get a glass off the table she there she stood in all her naked glory facing Jeff, with his hand down his pants. She smiled at him and his embarrassment, but did not move toward him. Her well-rounded breasts hung slightly down and her pert nipples with their large oblong aureoles pointed upward slightly. Her supple body with its generous curves was inviting, and as she shifted she spread her legs slightly and Jeff could see the lips of her sex only partially hidden by a fine coating of hair. Even from this distance, maybe 10 feet away, Jeff could see that she was aroused, as the dampness was easily visible and her clitoris peaked out slightly above her puffy pussy lips.
