The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16c: Spanish Honeymoon Part 3
I awoke with a hard on.
I looked at the dial on my wristwatch. Seven-fifteen. I looked at Jenny lying on her side facing away from me. I turned over onto my side and placed the tip of my prick against the crack between her ass cheeks. I pushed gently. She shifted slightly and it slipped between them. I pulled back a fraction and pushed again.
"Not there." She said sleepily. "It's too dry."
She lifted her leg as I moved my prick and placed it against her fanny lips. She reached down and opened them for me and I pushed inside her. She arched her back and stretched and I pulled back and pushed again.
"I was having a lovely dream." She said then gasped as I was fully in. "That's nice."
She reached back for my hand and placed it on her breast then lowered her leg.
I moved in and out. It was warm in there. And wet.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked her hair.
She turned her head for a kiss.
"I don't mind." She sighed.
I quickened.
"We could get a car and explore." I suggested, squeezing her breasts.
"We could."
"But not if you don't want to."
"Oh. I do."
Another deep, meaningful, sigh.
"Oh."
I slowed my strokes. She didn't always come during these early morning fucks. She said she didn't need to. It just felt nice. I moved my hand from her breasts and searched through her pubic hairs for her clit. The noise from the back of her throat told me I found it. Her legs were too tightly close for me to really rub it as I would normally so I left it inside its hood and rubbed that.
Again she arched her back. She lifted her leg and leaned back against me. Now I could get at her clit properly. She whimpered as I pulled it into the open and my fingertip started to move against it. She was breathing deeply.
She pushed back against me again and I moved onto my back with her on top. She kicked the bedclothes off. My prick was still inside her and my hand was rubbing furiously on her clit. Her fanny tightened around me as she came. I bucked my hips beneath her, moving my prick in and out keeping my finger moving against her clit. She was pushing her fanny down to meet my thrusts. She was coming again. My balls were getting tighter. I grabbed her breasts in either hand and pushed as deep inside her as I could as I came. I jerked and jerked and jerked. Then relaxed, my hands still holding her breasts with a huge smile on my face.
She wriggled her ass cheeks against my pubic mound as my shrinking prick shrank from her hole. I replaced my fingertip on her clit and started to rub.
"No more." She said, catching hold of my wrist and pulling my finger away. "We don't want to wear it out on the first night."
I put my tongue in her ear and licked. Her whole body shuddered.
"Oh. Stop it." She pleaded, but didn't move. "You know what that does to me." I continued to lick her ear and feel her breasts.
"Stop it." She said suddenly. "Listen."
I sort of stopped and sort of listened.
She tutted at me and sat up, compressing my bladder. I needed to piss.
"There's somebody outside." She said in low tones.
"There would be." I replied, trying to pull her back down and get her off my bladder at the same time. "They normally work seven until twelve and two until six with a siesta in the middle when it becomes too hot for anything." I was surprising myself. I'd fucked her twice last night and once this morning and here was I, wanting it again.
"I wonder what they are saying?" Jenny asked, pushing my hands away, standing up and walking towards the balcony doors.
I followed her, unlocked the door, opened it slightly and together we listened, my arms around her waist, my face nuzzling her hair. I pushed my hardening prick against her ass cheeks. She pushed back.
Beneath the balcony two people, a man and a woman, were having a heated discussion. Having holiday'd sometimes twice a year in Spain since as long as I could remember my Spanish was passable, even if I were a little rusty.
Fortunately everytime the man, I recognised Carlos, said something the woman would repeat it back to him. I didn't recognise her voice.
Something about a key.
Carlos was accusing her of losing her key to the gate. She said she had it and showed it to him. Carlos then said she must have given it to somebody. She said she hadn't. Then the name-calling started. Another voice joined in. That was Maria. There were references to a woman, whom I'd never heard of before, and what she had to say about Carlo's preferences in certain areas.
"What are they saying?" Jenny whispered.
I told her.
"What does she say he likes to do?" She asked.
"What everybody likes to do." I replied.
"Oh, like you?"