The note on the front desk of the youth hostel was simple and brief.
'Picking fruit. Free board and lodging and a good wage. Hours 7 AM to 12 PM. Single rooms, swimming pool. Tell the desk if you are interested and I will pick you up at 9 AM. Pedro.'
Kathy was there at 9 AM and there was another tall Swedish boy that she hadn't seen before. Kathy was not her real name, but you couldn't easily pronounce the original Khadija, from Somalia. She was very tall, good-looking, great smile and was 27 years old. The Swedish boy, Oscar, was 18, tall and blonde and strong. At 9 o'clock a middle-aged Spanish man walked up to the desk and asked if they were the two who were coming and when they responded in the affirmative, he took them out to his car. It was only a 20 minute drive and they arrived at a large orchard with a nice house in the front and in the back an annex with four separate rooms, a kitchen, and a small swimming pool.
"Put your luggage in the room and we'll go out to the orchard until midday. "
There were others picking fruit as well who must have been locals.
"Here is a basket, fill it up and somebody will come and pick it up and give you another one. When the bell rings at 12 o'clock you can go back to the rooms and have some lunch."
Kathy was not used to physical work like this and after lunch said to Oscar, "I'm going to have a nap for a while."
When she looked out the window of her room two hours later she could see Oscar lying on his towel next to the pool with nothing on at all. Kathy stood back from the window so that she could not be seen but her eyes were transfixed on the naked body in front of her and especially on his large penis flopping to one side of his body while the sun beat down. It brought back memories of when she had last been with her husband two years ago before he was imprisoned and she tried to remember the last time they had had sex. It'd been two long years and the desire to have sex again was welling up in her mind. What to do? She knew they were alone. Valour was the better part of discretion. She opened the door and walked towards Oscar whose eyes opened as she approached. He could see she was still dressed.
"You should have a swim. The water is beautiful and warm."
"I haven't got a costume".
"Neither have I. Why don't you just swim with your clothes on?"
"Okay. I could try that."
She slipped her bra from under the top and took her jeans off and jumped into the water. It was so refreshing. She splashed around for a while and then came out and lay next to Oscar.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes. I hadn't really expected to go swimming on this trip. "
She placed her towel next to Oscar's and lay down. It was uncomfortable lying on the towel with her wet T-shirt and panties on and it was unthinkable that she could take them off and lie in the sun naked, next to a man she hardly knew. All the time that she was laying there, her eyes were focused on that large, limp penis that was so close. It was Oscar's hand that reached out to hers and grasped it. Kathy squeezed back until she rolled on her side and reached out for Oscar's penis.
Oscar didn't object and she kept on playing with it until she could feel it getting erect. It was ages since she had done this with her husband but it felt so good. She didn't look at Oscar for approval. He would have taken her hand away if he didn't like it. Oscar was loving it. It was the first time any woman had touched his penis and he loved the soft feeling of her fingers.
Oscar was uncircumcised and it was the first time Kathy had encountered an uncircumcised penis. She enjoyed looking at how, when she pulled it down, his foreskin revealed his beautiful crown underneath and then she would pull the foreskin up again so that it covered it and up and down, up and down. There was only so much that Oscar could take before she could feel that he was about to ejaculate. She pulled up his towel to cover the tip so as not to make a mess and she watched as his penis subsided again.
Oscar engaged her with his eyes. They looked at each other in silence.
"Wouldn't you like to take your top and panties off? I'm sure you would be much more comfortable.
Kathy didn't hesitate. They were off in a flash revealing a really brown body with a nice pair of breasts, a hairy bush, nice long legs and a big smile. Kathy waited for him to do something but nothing happened.
"Is this the first time you've ever been with a woman?"
"Yes. I live on a farm in Sweden near a very small village and there are hardly any girls around. It takes an hour to get into the village and so I don't get many chances to socialise."
"What's your name?"
"Oscar."
"My name is Kathy. I'm from Somalia and I'm a doctor. Until two years ago I was happily married and then my husband was arrested and put in jail for political crimes. I was told it would be better and safer for me if I left Somalia and I went to London and worked. It was so cold and I missed the heat of the summer so I came to Spain and that's why I'm here."
"I wondered where you were from. That's a very sad story. You must miss your husband."
"Very much. I won't see him again for another three years."
Oscar's hand squeezed her breast gently. It was the first breast he had ever touched - in fact, it was the first he had seen in the flesh. His fingers squeezed her nipple gently and he could feel her purring. He hesitated what to do next. Sex Ed had shown him the roadmap but not what to do when he got there. Kathy could feel that she was getting wet and moved his finger down to her clitoris and moved it around. The expectation of what would come next raised her excitement levels considerably and she played with his erection to make sure it was nice and hard.
'Do you know what to do next?'
'Sort of. Show me what to do. I've never touched a woman before. I'm happy to learn and you look like a good teacher."
"Do you know how to give a woman an orgasm?"
"Only what I learnt in Sex Ed . I think we should go into one of the rooms. It will be much more comfortable."
"You're right."
They picked themselves up off the grass and Kathy took Oscar into her room. It was only a single bed but it didn't matter. She kissed him and drew his hand up to her breasts. They kissed for quite a while and then she drew his hand down to her pussy.
Oscar said, "I was looking before and I can see you haven't got a clitoris. I remember in Sex Ed that they taught us that many of the girls in Egypt, Somalia, Kenya and right across Africa suffer from FGM."
"Well actually I have had FGM but I've still got a clitoris."
"I don't understand."
"Let me explain. My mother was a doctor and my father was a high official in the UN. When I was six we left Somalia and went to Europe and lived in different places for a few years. I came back much laterto Somalia and they only removed the clitoral hood and didn't touch the clitoris. Then I became a doctor and I met my husband, who is a doctor also and we got married. We were married for three years and then he got arrested for belonging to the wrong political party and was put in jail and I've been alone ever since."
"Wow."
"So tell me about you."
"Well, I just finished my school and the weather wasn't good and so I decided to go to Spain and I was going to go to Ibiza and find a nice girl and have some fun and here I am."
"Do you remember, I was in the middle of showing you how to make love? I'm not going to waste my time talking when I could be making love with you instead. Put your finger on to my clitoris. You feel that little bump. Well that's the clitoris. All the skin over the top is gone. That's not the clitoris. Now you rub for a little while and if you put your finger a little bit further down you'll see that I'm getting wet. Can you feel that?"
"Yes."