Chapter 8: Lisa
Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes the characters and explains the situation.
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During the holiday break. All of the Europeans went home to their families. It was an expensive flight over the Atlantic, and apparently to Turkey. Carmen didn't return to Mexico but joined friends in Madrid for the holidays, including a trip to Andalusia.
Myself, Yara and Kiraz were staying for the winter and we learned, after being asked if it was okay, that Lisa would be staying too. Apparently, Sylvie wasn't' ready to spring her girlfriend on her family for Christmas that year. I liked Lisa and looked forward to getting to know her more.
Freed from our school schedules, the four of us went to movies, museums, restaurants, and wandered around the Christmas market where an astonishing array of booths sold the peculiar character of Catalan Christmas. The caganer (shitter) is a miniature squatting figure with it's pants down and a swirled deposit below it. It has something to do with fertility and is improbably—at least to outside eyes—encountered squatting behind the manger in every nativity scene. The anal obsessed Yara made a collection of these and Kiraz, Lisa and I each bought one.
The cold, rainy weather put a crimp in Kiraz' exhibitionist activities. She even took to wearing leggings under her miniskirts. While I know she missed flashing her ass and pussy in the street, her more bundled up look made her look like a naughty schoolgirl, which, I'll admit, turned me on in a different way. It was cold and damp in my basement but either Yara or Kiraz welcomed me into their beds every night and kept me warm.
Yara and I developed a leisurely sexual routine that lasted several hours on many nights and mornings. My tan had faded but Yara's skin was still a radiant mahogany. We kissed and gave each other massages with the coconut oil she favored. Of course I loved running my hands all over her firm, fantastic tits and ass, but also her lean arms and legs, graceful neck and shoulders, and her long sexy fingers and toes that often made me hard just to look at.
Sucking and licking Yara's toes and feet always made me stiff, especially as she trilled her pleasure at my attentions. Yara massaged me in a similar way, progressing to a cock massage with her fingers and toes. The routine was that she would stop before I came so that I eventually came somewhere else, but there were also occasions where this made me so hot that I spurted all over her incredible toes.
Yara moaned with a high, musical sound as I loved her upturned breasts and pointy nipples with my mouth and hands. Sometimes she could have a minor orgasm from this. I loved to lick her bald pussy too. She would hold her legs apart and place her oiled feet on my back, sensuously massaging my shoulders with those long toes until my licking drove her to distraction.
The main event for Yara was her ass. She always kept it carefully washed, hairless and lightly oiled. The progression from my tongue, to my fingers and to my stiff cock was also a routine. Ass up, chest down and knees apart, Yara bent her legs back until her feet were against her ass. As I plunged my cock into her ass, I could watch her wiggle her toes against her ass, sometimes managing to tickle my balls while I fucked her. Yara really knew how to turn me on.
While I thought of sex with Farah as animal sex, with Yara, it was the art of sex. Not only because she was a work of art herself, but because of the care and attention we directed to our love-making. And unlike Vesna, who boiled my blood with her sexually explicit sex talk, Yara's vocalizations were formless, soft and birdlike—at least up until the point that I pounded my cock deep into her pulsing ass and she shrieked in orgasm.
After recovering from the ass-fucking, Yara and I went to the bathroom to shower together, soaping each other's body in the hot water. After the obligatory application of coconut oil to our bodies, we returned to bed, and held each other naked under the blankets and talked comfortably into the night. As Yara languorously slid a sleek, lanky leg between my own, my cock would begin to stir. Yara began to lightly touch it while continuing our conversation. As her stroking became more focused, I began to caress one of her perfect breasts and flick her hard nipple. Yara's conversation faded into bird-like moans. Finally, Yara licked her way down my chest to my cock and licked and sucked the head of my cock while stroking my shaft with one hand and my balls and ass with the other until I came in her mouth and she drank down my cum with a final satisfied moan.
Waking up in the morning, we repeated the late night routine. Sometimes this ended with my cum down Yara's throat, others with fucking her pussy. Yara liked to straddle me, sometimes facing me, sometimes facing away, as she sucked my cock with the fluid movements of her pussy lips. Less frequently, we fucked missionary style, her legs and feet crossed behind my back, toes digging into my ass as best she could manage. I really loved Yara too. Not with the deep, tender, even conspiratorial intimacy I shared with Vesna, nor with the animal passion and easy companionship of Farah. But Yara and I loved each other and repeated the words "I love you" to each other often and effortlessly.
Intimate acts with Kiraz also increased over that winter. At night in her bedroom she would mount me for a brief and frenzied fuck, then lie down beside me, clasping her tiny body to mine to fall asleep. Outside of the bedroom, Kiraz took to sitting in my lap whenever practical, at home or around the city. I suspect this was party to warm her very lean, chronically chilled body, but also to scratch her exhibitionist itch. When she had some kind of audience, Kiraz would subtly rub her little ass into my crotch, or reach beneath herself to rub my cock through my jeans, keeping me hard during the course of an evening at times. Yara recognized what was going on immediately, smiling and winking at us when ever Kiraz crawled into my lap. Lisa either didn't pick up on this or feigned oblivion.
We were drinking wine in the living room after dinner, radiator blasting, our faces flushed and sweaters shed to reveal tight-fitting tank tops on Yara (orange) and Lisa (white) and a filmy lavender camisole on Kiraz who had also shed her leggings. Yara had illuminated the room with candles and put Brazilian music on the CD player. Kiraz hopped into my lap and started moving with the music. Lisa and Yara watched as Kiraz made the sexual tone of her movements more obvious, approaching the performance of what I would later learn was called a lap dance. Pulling her skirt up behind her, I felt the bare ass of Kiraz grinding into my cock.
