Big Friends and Little Friends
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"Cervesa?" Ryan asked pointing his finger at each in turn. Four Si's and yeses turned into an order for "Cinco Cervesa's."
"You know a bit more Spanish than just "where is the bathroom"," Irene teased, as he set a bottle in front of her and slid into the seat beside her.
He laughed. "Yeah, but not a whole lot more. I took Spanish in high school but, if you never get to use it, you never get comfortable with it. I understand a lot of what people are saying but I can't think fast enough to converse in it."
It became their nightly ritual; back to the hotel, shower or change, meeting for a drink, always checking out a different bar or pub, and then on to somewhere else later in the evening for dinner together. In the mornings, they'd all meet for breakfast in the hotel, and then off to the office. Somehow, most of the time, she always ended up sitting next to Ryan, but it wasn't until Tuesday that it meant anything to her. "Ryan sure seems to have taken a liking to you," Tina casually said as she was stripping off her clothes to head for the shower after work.
"I... really?" She said, slightly taken aback, suddenly realizing that the only times he'd ever sat anywhere except next to her had been when the seats were all taken when he arrived.
"You haven't noticed?" Tina said, dropping her blouse onto the bed and reaching up, unhooking her bra, dropped it on the bed also. Irene had been a bit surprised at Tina's lack of modesty the first day, when she'd stripped out of her clothes and walked naked into the bath and then returned afterward, drying her hair with a towel, making no effort to cover herself.
"No, I really hadn't." She couldn't help observing Tina's perky breasts with their ever-present erect nipples, for probably the 20th time, wishing hers were smaller and more petite like that.
"Well, sure looks like that to me." Bending to the dresser she opened it and pulled out a clean thong. Irene had never owned thong underwear, but they were all that Tina had. She'd found in the previous two days that Tina, a) wouldn't put on a bra and often not even a shirt until they were ready to go out, and b) didn't mind walking around in just her panties, sometimes less. Tina had confessed that she really didn't like bras, particularly in that she really didn't need one for support. She said she only ever wore them at home to go to work; weekends, or around the house, she never wore a bra. She also confessed that she really liked thong underwear, the closest to not having any on at all. Irene took off her outer clothes, but took clean underwear into the shower with her, putting them on before coming back out. Although she didn't mind Tina seeing her nude, she just wasn't used to going naked all the time.
That evening, cognizant of the idea since Tina had said it, she saw that Ryan had an option of where to sit and noticed he chose to sit next to her at dinner. He could have sat across the table, but had maneuvered to her end, sliding into the chair next to her. Carefully, during dinner, she sized up this man whom she had to admit she found more than just moderately attractive. She'd already found out that he worked out every morning in the fitness center; Tina had filled her in on that activity as she did the same. Now as she paid a bit more attention, the first thing she noticed was his smell. Leaning into him to say something to Sherry, she recognized his distinctive, clean, smell. Whether it was his shampoo or soap or deodorant or perhaps a cologne, she realized that she liked it. Later when he excused himself and went to the toilet, returning he put his hand on her shoulder to slip back into his seat, and whether she just didn't notice before or not, she felt his leg touch hers, and although he could have moved over a bit towards Sherry, removing the touch of his leg, he didn't. Was it just her imagination? Probably - or at least she thought so until she glanced across the table at Lori. She didn't make any indication that she'd noticed anything other than her eyes were twinkling, and then she raised and lowered one eyebrow.
The feel of Ryan's leg against hers, knowing that he must have been doing it purposely; Tina's suggestion that he had been showing interest in her, and his smell - especially his smell - had her imagination doing flip flops. She shouldn't be interested in another man; she was married (happily she would have said), but still, that perhaps a man was interested in her? After all these years? She had to admit it was good for her ego.
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It was a weekday, when she was unexpectedly alone, that she finally got to try out her new friend for the first time. The girls were away, spending the night at a slumber party. Oscar had gone to work in Madrid and been caught up with work, he wouldn't be back until the next night. When she'd gotten the call at work from Oscar that afternoon, she'd realized she would finally have a chance to break out and try her friend without chance of interruption. It had been arousing, and frightening, just to finally get the monstrous cock out and feel it in her hands without someone else, Maria or the sales clerk, there. She'd played with it without "playing" with it, feeling it in her hands, it's weight, it's length, its girth. She held it two handed, one above the other, the diameter filling her hands; the base extended out of her bottom hand, the cock head from her upper hand. This wasn't just "seemingly" much larger than Oscar, there was no doubt.
If she held Oscars cock in one hand, her hand against the base, against his stomach, there was no way that his cock extended through her upper hand; this cock was
gigantic
compared to her husbands. Taking it to the sink she started with washing it, soap and warm water allowing her to caress it. She was amazed at how truly life-like it was, how it so much resembled her husband's cock - only circumcised and bigger. She dried it with a towel and took it back over to the bed. Reaching for the bottle of lube, she absently held the cock in one hand while she read the instructions on the water-soluble lube bottle. Satisfied, she put the bottle on the night stand, realizing that the cock in her hand had a nice feel to it, a heft, a solidness that was aesthetically pleasing. She was about to put a little of the lube on the cock, when curiosity struck her. Picking up the cock she first closed her eyes and brought it to her cheek.
She knew what her husband's cock felt like; she'd rubbed his erection on her face before: against her closed eyes, against her nose, across her lips. She did the same thing now with this cool hardness. Against her lips, without really thinking about it, she pursed them, opening slightly so the wet inner surface of her mouth added lubrication. Without thinking about it she slightly opened her mouth more, her tongue joining in the exploring before she slipped it between her lips. Instantly, she knew the difference between Oscar's real-life cock - the only one she'd ever had in her mouth, and this plastic replica. Having to stretch her lips wider, opening her mouth wider than she ever had for her husband, left a funny feeling in her stomach. Not good, not bad, just a certain excitement she'd never felt after 17 years of marriage and occasionally pleasuring her husband that way. She easily slipped 4 cm between her lips, then 5, reaching as much as she'd ever done with her husband, realizing the vast majority of the plastic cock was still outside her mouth.
I wonder how much Maria takes in her mouth when she sucks Albert?
drifted through her mind.
She took the dildo from her mouth and turned on the bed, making herself comfortable. Reaching down with her hand she found her clit and lips were dry but found a moist heat when her finger penetrated her vagina. The way she normally masturbated, pressing on and around her clit, she didn't necessarily need any lubrication outside, but mindful of Maria's suggestion attempted to spread some of her wetness. It worked, but rapidly dissipated each time she dipped her fingers inside herself and pulled them out. Looking over to the bed stand she rolled sideways and reached for the small bottle, pulled the cap, and added several drops to her fingers. Immediately she felt the difference, the skin of her fingers slipped frictionlessly against each other. Reaching down she touched her clit, the frictionless sensation sending a lightning bolt through her brain. She didn't hesitate again, sitting up a bit she held the bottle down to her pussy and dribbled several drops onto her most sensitive parts. Recapping the bottle, she just dropped it on the bed and began to spread the drops of lubricant.
Immediately the difference was phenomenal. The sensual pleasure of her fingers against her clit, touching but not, pressing hard but slipping away, was different and more pleasurable than she'd ever experienced. The pleasure drew her in, her body wanting more, demanding more. Her fingers danced on and around her clit, demanding more pressure than what the lubricant would allow. Dipping her fingers into her own juices, she found that they had multiplied; she easily now drew her own wetness up onto her clit, mixing with the artificial lube, returning extra slipperiness that she hadn't even realized was dissipating. With the extra slipperiness her fingers easily slid away, doing the opposite of what she knew she wanted and increasing her bodies desire to be touched. In desperation she reached for the monster cock lying beside her on the bed. She no longer contemplated it, just reached down and pressed it between her lips, sliding it against her clit, back and forth, up and down, driving her higher up the cliff than she'd ever been before.
