Nicole and I booked a long stay AirBnB overseas for a month. The actual booking process was a nightmare because she obsessed about it nonstop for months, and would pester me constantly to book it.
As usual she would send me texts and emails with links to various properties she was considering, leaving it up to me to pick one. Despite me begging her to just send me three or four options, instead it was like a machine gun of options.
Looking through my choices I was able to narrow it down very easily, settling on a 2 story condo in an ideal location on the coast with hiking, biking, and lots of recreational options. But what sealed the deal for me on this condo was the mirrored wardrobe wall right beside the bed.
If you haven't read my previous works (and you should) Nicole is an absolute feast for the eyes. If you can't make love to her, at least ladmiring her is a close second. Her petite frame, perfect rack and beautiful ass are like gazing at a trophy. Even when she dresses down she still draws admirers, including my friends...some of whom have actually confessed they would love to fuck her.
When we travel I'm in charge of logistics, and Nicole is responsible for "fun" & "activities". She's the Julie McCoy (80s reference) of our trips.
The bedroom was on the second floor of the apartment, taking up the entirety of the floor space. A sitting area at one end with a sofa and chair, the king bed occupied the other end. And beside that king bed was a wardrobe wall with mirrored doors. That sold it for me.
Sometimes, when Nicole comes down to our rec room to jump me when I'm gaming I've always enjoyed seeing us in action in the reflection of the flatscreen TV that's opposite the sofa. And I'm aware that Nicole has had that catch her eye as well.
But that's enough background for you, I think.
We arrived at the airport and made our way to baggage claim. We usually travel super light with only carry-on bags, but this time we each had to pack a "big bag" as we were there for a full month. Nicole packs for her activities. Hiking, biking, comfort, beach. I pack for "my activities": lingerie for her, vibrators, feathered teaser, restraints, lube, etc.
I knew going in to this trip that I was going to make maximum use of my mirrored companion. And in my mind I anticipated that it would be extra for our lovemaking.
Riding the train to our final destination I randomly texted Nicole photos of naughty things I had collected on my phone. A pic of her wrist whilst tied to the bed. Another of her erect nipple being teased by an ice cube.
I'm always super hot for her. Like I said above, just looking at her brings you arousal.
"Just stop," was her text back to me eventually.
We always book premium or first class carriages on the trains in Europe, both for comfort and amenities. The attendant made her way up the aisle, finally stopping at our seats.
"Você gostaria de beber alguma coisa?" she asked, assuming we were locals.
"Dois prosecco," i said, betraying my gringo accent with a wink.
She set out two glasses, and casually poured them from a bottle that was already open. Handing them to us one at a time I couldn't help but notice her eyes talking a walk all over Nicole, and when it was my turn she had her eyes locked on mine as I think shared a knowing expression. We were not starved for cart service on this 2 hour train ride. Of course, though, Nicole was oblivious to all of this.
We eventually arrived at our station in Luz, after a transfer in Faro, and I summoned an Uber to take us to our condo. Once at our destination our host, Julia, welcomed us and gave us a tour of our new home for the next 28 days. A beautiful Portugeuse woman, mid 30s, she was appetizing in so many ways. Confident. Veluptuous. And all business. She was the kind of girl who knows what she wants. When we climbed up to the loft she presented the space in a very subtle way as being a love-making oasis.
"I just know you are going to love it here," she said finally, handing me the keys.
"I have added you on whatsapp," she continued. "Don't hesitate to reach out to me for any need."
When we arrive at a new place on holiday Nicole and I have very different habits. In her mind she wants to drop everything and hit the bricks exploring. I want to drop everything and christen our new lair. She always wins. But it had been a long 12 hours or so of travel and we didn't fly business class this time so showers were in order. Also, it was late, already past dinner time and the sun was going down bringing darkness to our new neighbourhood.
We agreed that we would clean up and change, and just do a light walk around our complex and down to the ocean.
I stripped down and jumped into the shower. Around Nicole I'm literally always half-hard and I'm not bashful about letting her see me always ready to go. Opting to be towel-less after my shower I walked out to our bedroom at half mast and on display.
"Down boy," she teased at me. "Lots of time for that later. Let's get going."
I got dressed quickly and we headed out for a quick explore. Because we had a 2 story condo it was located overlooking the full length of our pool with a good sized terrace. And there was a window into our bedroom that was curiously located on the bottom half of the pool facing wall. Looking up from the far end of the pool as we toured around I could easily make out our bed with the bedside light we left on.
We checked out the menu at the on-site restaurant and decided we would tuck in early and have a full day tomorrow.
Before we left the condo I had set out a button front night shirt on Nicole's side of the bed. Probably half of my suitcase is stuff I bring for her.
I let her climb the stairs to our bedroom first, and poured her another prosecco while I waited downstairs.
Any time I set out clothing for her she always obliges and never complains. This specific nightshirt is absolute fire on her. Almost a tan color, and modal fabric, it drapes so sensually against her body. When her nipples get erect they physically scream out through the fabric.
I heard the bathroom door click, and I proceeded upstairs to join her. I bring a lot of tech with me on vacation. Always lots of cords and chargers for GoPro, drone, backup batteries etc. And I always conveniently place my "tech stuff" for charging in a location that is proximate to the bed. Just a one button press on the bed-facing GoPro and the recording starts.
Nicole emerged from the bathroom in her nightshirt and I handed her a prosecco. Knowing the routine, I knew we would be doing a de-brief of the day's travels and sharing our thoughts of the apart-hotel that was our new home. I took my turn in the bathroom, shedding my clothes and slipping into just a pair of silk boxers.
"How's your knee?" I asked her, re-entering the bedroom.
"Not to bad," she answered with a scrunched expression. Nicole tore a few things in her knee in a ski race a couple of years prior and surgery had only been able to remedy it a bit.
"Can I rub it out?" I asked.
"God. Please," she replied, reclining on the bed and stretching out.
Nicole's knee responds very favorably to her getting a foot rub. Not sure why, but it works. If I massage her feet she says it "releases" her knee and makes a huge difference.
"Okay, give me a minute," I said as I stood up from the bed. In addition to freeing her knee, footrubs are also foreplay for Nicole and an obvious invitation to lovemaking.
Shuffling through my luggage I found the bottle of sweet almond oil I use to massage her. I also grabbed my 'kit', which is one of two pouches that contains all my sex stuff. Over the years we've traveled well so I have many empty amenity kits you get when you travel first class or business. They're a perfect carry-on sized pouch for travel sized lubes, toys, etc. I make full use of it's practicality.
Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I gently lifted her feet and spread it out below to prevent the oil from staining the bedding.
If there is a girl who is crazy turned on by footrubs it is Nicole.
