After the fun episode at sunset on the beach, I slowly walked back to my room, smiling at my good fortune. What I thought would be a week on my own reading and probably getting bored now looked like it had the potential to be very erotic and full of surprises. Christina and her partner Ricky seemed game for about anything. And I was ready for everything.
I changed into some casual slacks and a Hawaiian shirt, washed up quickly, and found a bottle of red and white win to bring over to their unit. I knocked on their door and, barely an hour after she had given me one of the best blow jobs in recent memory, Christina pulled the door open and gave me a big hug.
But she didn't look the same. Instead of a tiny mesh bikini, or tight red shorts and tight white top, or nothing at all, she was wearing a silver mid-riff halter top and matching silver short-shorts with a zipper in the front. And, she was wearing a short-cropped blonde wig! I loved her "regular" short dark hair but this blonde wig was an amazing and very cute contrast. She looked a bit like a "Fembot" from the Austin Powers movies, aided by her British accent.
"Wow, that's quite a look!" I said as she pulled me into the room. She twirled around to let me see all sides. The top criss-crossed the back and the shorts looked like they were painted on her shapely bum.
"Do you like it?" she asked with her hands on her hips. "It's something a friend bought for me to model in. I love to wear it out to a club."
"Yes, it's very sexy and tight," I replied. "And I love the zipper in the front of the shorts. Zippers are very hot!"
Ricky walked in from the bedroom with his ever-present camera. He signaled for me to put my arm around Christina as he fired off a round of photos. She really hammed it up, pulling my hand on top of her breast or turning around to poke her butt into my crotch. Ricky loved if and snapped more pictures. She even stepped in front of me, pulled down the zipper on the front of her shorts, stuck my hand inside, and blew a kiss to the camera.
They both laughed and laughed as they used me as another prop, a task I enjoyed as well.
"OK, that's enough for now," Ricky said putting down the camera. "We need to eat to build up our strength. It's going to be a long night!"
We went into the kitchen where they had an array of Tapas on the counter. We munched down all of them and shared a bottle of wine. Throughout the meal, Christina was batting her eyes and flirting with us both. Standing so close with good light, I had a chance to notice more of her amazing figure. Her back has almost no tan lines. Her thighs and legs were smooth and clean of hair. She had painted her toes and fingernails a deep ruby red, which perfectly complimented the striking silver outfit. She simply looked beautiful from every angle.
"OK, boys. Who's ready to go to the club?" Christina asked after we finished off the second bottle. "Let's drive further into town. I hear the clubs are much more active away from the coast."
Ricky called for a cab and we got ready to go. He winked at me as he put a very small camera in his pocket.
"Christina loves to flirt on the dance floor after a few drinks," Ricky said. "It's a lot of fun to watch and to photograph!"
Forty five minutes later, our ears were filled with the pounding beat of dance music as we struggled through the crowd. Christina had both Ricky and me by the hand as we headed toward a tiny table in the back of the room. Every man we passed stared at her as we passed.
After finally squeezing into a space big enough for maybe two people, we ordered drinks and checked out the crowds. They were mostly young Spaniards. The music was loud and the dancing very close and sexy. Christina gulped down another glass of wine and headed out to the dance floor.
