The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16h: Spanish Honeymoon Part 8
I awoke with a hard on.
I turned over to face Jenny's side of the bed. It was empty. I listened to see if I could hear her in the bathroom but all was quiet. My prick was throbbing, demanding some attention, so I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it twice. That felt good so I stroked it again.
It had been a strange sequence of events the previous evening. About the car. About Victoria standing by the edge of the piano as I played whilst Jenny and Izabella were deep in conversation.
I was sure I saw her rubbing her fanny against the piano's edge from the corner of my eye and one of her hands certainly disappeared from view at one stage when the man who had served us at dinner was in the room.
I thought of her bending over that table the previous morning. Of the man standing behind her and thrusting his prick in and out of her. I still didn't know for certain whether he had been in her ass or fanny. She would have some things to tell her priest at confession either way.
I wondered.
I looked at my watch. It read eight-twenty. I slipped out of bed and walked to the balcony windows. I opened the slats on the side window and looked down to the pool below. Izabella was standing by the side of the pool in her robe. I couldn't tell whether she had been in for her swim yet or not.
She was talking to somebody I couldn't see. Victoria walked into view carrying a small briefcase and dressed in as skirt and blouse as if she were going somewhere. A man followed her. Izabella took the briefcase from her sister and checked the contents. The man looked inside then looked in the direction of our villa. I automatically ducked then stood upright again. He couldn't see me.
Victoria kissed her sister and left. Walking down the steps to where the cars were parked. I hadn't noticed before but the man who had served us at dinner the previous evening was standing by the door to one of the cars. He held it open for Victoria and she climbed inside. Did he place his hand on her ass cheek? I watched as they drove away, then turned my eyes back to where Izabella stood. She was standing at the top of the steps watching her sister leave. The man was placing the briefcase on a poolside table and moving in behind her.
He was reaching around her. Pulling her back against himself. His hands were on her breasts then pulling at the front of her robe. She was fighting him. I could see her mouth opening and closing.
I moved quickly to the balcony door and fumbled with the lock then, throwing opens the doors, stepped out onto the balcony and moved quickly to the low wall.
I looked down onto the poolside, my mouth open wide to shout.
Izabella was on her back on one of the sun-loungers with her legs spread wide. She looked almost lifeless. The man was kneeling between her thighs fumbling with his trousers. He sank forward onto her.
I found my voice and shouted.
"Oi. You. Leave her alone."
The man was thrusting with his hips at Izabella. I could see her legs moving. She was pushing at him.
"Get off her. You bastard." I shouted a second time.
He stopped moving and looked in my direction. Then he was standing up and putting his prick away.
"Hey." I shouted.
He looked up at me a second time then he was waving and walking down the steps to one of the remaining cars.
Izabella was wrapping her robe about her body and looking in my direction then she was hurrying into the villa. A car, a red Fiat, was pulling out of the drive and turning down towards the village.
I could hear the telephone ringing.
I stood still. It was so quiet. Then the morning bus to Malaga passed the front of the villa. People were looking up at me.
"Paul."
I heard Jenny call from behind me.
"Get inside."
Oh fuck. I was naked.
I hurried back inside with one hand covering the crack between my ass cheeks.
I closed the door to the balcony behind me.
"What were you doing out there?" Jenny asked, looking me up and down.
"I must use the phone." I stammered.
"Izabella is on the phone and wants to talk to you. She said something about you are not to phone the police. What's going on?"
"I think I just saw her being raped." I answered opening a drawer and pulling out some underpants and socks.
My last pair of trousers followed and finally a shirt from the closet. Somehow it didn't seem right to talk to a Contessa, even on the phone, dressed in just a bathrobe.
Dressed, I ran down the stairs with Jenny close behind. The telephone receiver lay on its side on the small table in the entrance hall. I picked it up.
"Hallo?" I said. "Paul here."
Jenny was standing very close trying to get her ear against the earpiece. I lifted it away from my ear so that she could listen.
"You saw? This morning?" I could almost see the tears in her voice.
"I did." I confirmed. "We should call the police."
"No. No police." She sniffed. "Promise me. Promise me."
"Alright. I promise." I looked at Jenny. "We'll come down and see you."
"I would like that. Then I can explain."
"We'll come straight down." Jenny said into the mouthpiece.
"Who?" Izabella started to ask.
"Jenny." I hurriedly explained. "We will be there in a few minutes."
Carlos was standing by the entrance to the kitchen.
"Can we have the keys to the van?" I asked him, placing the receiver on its cradle. "We have to see the Contessa. Urgently."
Carlos fished the keys out of his pocket and handed them over. He waited, expectantly. What could I tell him?
Put it off. That would be best.
"I think there may have been a spot of trouble at the Contessa's villa. We are going to make sure she's all right. I'll tell you about it when we get back. It's probably nothing."
We were making our way through the door as I spoke. I looked at the back of Jenny's legs with their scratches and bruising then the marks on her arms and finally the redness of her shoulders.
"Are you all right?" I asked her as we reached the van door.
"Why?"
