This story follows on immediately from Ch1. Dave, Jen and I are at a symposium in Barcelona. I am the new boy, Jen is late thirties, and Dave, a brusque northener with an eye for the ladies, is somewhat older. After a meal in Las Ramblas, Dave heads back to the hotel leaving me with Jen, who he's been chatting up all day. Jen took me to her hotel room where I got my first lesson in oral sex.
All three of us breakfasted together the following morning, a typical hotel buffet, with lots of bobbing up and down to get stuff, but I loved it, and probably made a bit of a pig of myself.
"Well I wonder what revelations today has in store," was Dave's contribution.
"Even more of the blindingly obvious," said Jen, as Dave headed back to the buffet. As soon as he'd gone, Jen looked at me rather seriously and said.
"I think we should have a talk."
I wasn't quite sure what to make of this enigmatic statement, when she followed with.
"Come to my room after lunch."
My mind started to race. Was I about to get a telling off for something that I was unaware of, or was I going to get, yes well, laid! These thoughts were running through my mind when Dave returned with a massive plate full of scrambled eggs and bacon.
Jen made her excuses and left with a cheery, "See you both at 9 then, for the coffee."
As she left Dave's rather blunt northerness came into play.
"Sorry I had to leave you alone last night. Bit of a problem with the old guts. I hope you didn't miss out.
"You're a lucky lad. She were giving off all the signs, definitely hot and what a cracking pair of tits!.....
"I'm sure she was creaming her knickers, even before you left the restaurant.
"I bet you tried the old 'come to my room for a nightcap' routine, and what's more, I bet it worked! You lucky young bastard. I can just imagine burying my face in her muff, before getting down to some serious shagging and fondling those magnificent tits."
I was finding his crude language upsetting so I avoided answering and just gave what I thought was a non committal smile.
"Good lad! I knew you wouldn't miss the opportunity!"
"Is she noisy when she cums? I do so love a screamer!....
"Obviously she's married, but my guess is that the old man is playing away, and she's not getting enough of what a girl needs.....
"He's probably fucking his secretary, or some office junior, who stupidly thinks he'll leave his wife, and they'll live happy ever after. Never works out!"
"I'm afraid I don't possess your pulling skills." Was all I could think of, "I never thought to invite her to my room." Both of which were true. I certainly was not about to tell him the full story, because I'm quite sure that office rumours would start, and Jen would be badly compromised.
"That's a shame lad. Those legs were almost parting by themselves!"
He gave me a pitying look, "Coffee at nine then!" and set off for his room.
The morning passed in a blur of erotic fantasy. I couldn't help worrying about what Jen had to say to me, any more than I could forget searching out the tail of that tattooed serpent with my tongue, my first experience of oral sex. I was all apprehension and excitement and definitely not concentrating.
Eventually lunch time arrived, which was a full sit down affair with three courses and some wine!
I had forgotten, or never known of the continental habit of having a full meal at lunch time, followed by a period of inactivity, or siesta.
During lunch the organiser gave us a short break down of what we were going to be doing in the afternoon followed by,
"So see you all at three then."
With a stomach full of food and butterflies, I made my way to Jen's room and tapped lightly on the door. It opened immediately and she ushered me in, indicating the chair.
"Look," she said. "This is a little awkward. I feel I owe you an apology."
A huge weight fell off my shoulders. This wasn't a telling off.
"I virtually raped you last night.......
"I have no idea what came over me.......
"Must be the Spanish air or something......
"Or just being away from home.......
"Anyway, I then dumped all my marital woes on you.....
"And used some pretty unladylike language."
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
"No! No! It was fantastic. Wonderful." I tried to make things easier.
"I loved your unladylike language. The more unladylike the better. It was sensational. You see it was my first....."
"Oh my god no! Don't tell me I raped a virgin!"
"No.....
"No.......
"........not exactly a virgin. It was my first time...........down there."
"Oh no, really!"
"And it was my first blow job."
"This just keeps getting worse. I gave you your first blow job, only minutes after giving you pretty explicit instructions on how to pleasure me with your tongue."
"It was wonderful.......
"The best."
"But you don't understand. I'm a married woman. OK, so my husband can be a bit of a dick, but I'm married none the less. And there's my tattoo. Only four people in the world know about my tattoo, me, my husband, the guy who put it there, and now you. If....."
"What tattoo? I don't know anything about a tattoo." I immediately recognised her problem, and tried to reassure her that her secret was safe with me. "We came home from dinner and I got out of the lift at the second floor. You continued to wherever."
"What about Dave? Has he guessed? You haven't let on have you?"
"No certainly not!" I added almost indignantly.
"So what you are saying is, what happens in Barcelona, stays in Barcelona?"
"Absolutely! Anyway, what did happen in Barcelona?"
She heaved a sigh of relief. "You are so sweet, thank you." She came over to my chair, leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. Once more I found my self in very close proximity to those magnificent breasts. The deep valley between them filled my gaze, and I felt a stirring in my boxers. The temptation to reach out and fondle them was almost irresistible.
"Ah well. Back to the grind stone?" As she suggested I go ahead to the afternoon session, so that we didn't arrive together, and raise any eyebrows.
The afternoon passed slowly in a haze of erotic memories.
First being asked to escort her to her room and being so naïve.
Then being invited in for the night cap, well not so much invited as commanded.
Jen vanishing into the bathroom and reappearing in the hotel bath robe.
Informing me that she had taken off her bra for comfort.
When she caught me looking at her tattoo.
The way she undressed me.
The instruction to find her other tattoo.
The way she introduced me to oral sex by getting me to kiss the serpent all the way to it's tail, concealed within her outer lips.
The sex!
Then the overwhelming sensations as she sucked my cock, brought me off and swallowed my cum.
It's fair to say that for most of the afternoon I had an erection and didn't hear a word of the presentation.
By the time we broke for tea, my erection had subsided enough for me to stand without it being obvious.
Dave came over and started chatting about a rather striking lady in square framed glasses sitting near him, and describing her assets in his usual graphic, if somewhat basic, detail.
When he left for the loo Jen conspiratorially pressed an envelope into my hand with instructions to read it later, in private.
My pulse jumped to double its normal rate as I found a stall in the loo and opened the envelope. Inside was a note. Not only a note but a key card. It said, "I shan't be coming out for a meal tonight, with you and Dave. When you get back you can use this key for my room if you want to see me again."
If I want to see her again! She must be joking. Last night I had had sex for only the third time in my life, I had experienced oral both ways, for the first time ever, I had explored my first naked female body and had two orgasms! Of course I wanted to see her again! I suspect she knew that.
Dave and I set off for a different restaurant together but my mind was not really on food, it kept wandering off to what might happen later.
"Shame Jen didn't want to come." Dave boomed as we sat down, "a piece of hot totty always brightens the evening. She's probably washing her hair or some of that other stuff that girls do."
I found it strange that he referred to her as a girl, but from his perspective she probably was; much older than me; much younger than him.
"Don't suppose either of us is going to get a jump tonight, lad."
Why was he always on about sex? Why was it always so blunt? Besides, I was pretty sure one of us at least, was going to get a 'jump' tonight as he put it and, frankly, I could hardly wait.
"You missed out there lad, and no mistake. She could have taught you a thing or two, I'll bet. Swallowed you whole, then spat out the pips."
The urge to shut him up was almost irresistible. The urge to tell him that I'd had my tongue in her 'cunt', as he would certainly call it, and made her cum, before she brought me off in her mouth and then showed me my effort before swallowing the lot, was nearly as tempting as it was unacceptable. I remained silent.
Back at the hotel we said our goodnights and made for our rooms on the second floor. I collected the key card, waited to make sure Dave was settled and made for the lift. Fifth floor, doors open and I start off down the corridor with my mind racing and my cock swelling with anticipation. Click! Push, I entered. Jen was sitting in the chair watching the TV in that white hotel bathrobe.
"I wasn't sure if you'd come," she said, "but I'm glad you did! A glass of wine?"
I accepted the offer when she announced.
"I was just about to take a bath. Care to join me?" I'd never taken a bath with a woman before, and certainly never as a prelude to sex. This was a prelude, wasn't it? Without waiting for a reply, she went to the bathroom and started to run the bath, which turned out to be one of those enormous things with taps in the middle and two shallow ends.
Returning to the bedroom she commanded me to stand, and started to undo my shirt buttons one by one, from top to bottom, as I kicked off my shoes.
