I've never been on a plane before, and the thought terrified me, so I was very glad when I felt the aircraft touch down on the runway again in Gran Canaria, with Melissa holding my hand.
"There! How do you feel?" She asked, as the aircraft began taxiing into its final position.
"I'm okay. Not as scary as I thought it would be, but I'll be glad when we get to the hotel."
"I told you you'd be fine. I've done it hundreds of times." Melissa smiled.
"I know, I know. But how did you feel the first time?"
"Excited!" She beamed.
"You would!" I chuckled. "But you were a child then, and I'm flying for the first time in my forties."
"I'm just teasing."
We left the plane, went through all the usual nonsense you go through leaving an airport, grabbed our bags, and took a taxi to the Hotel.
We signed in at reception and we were taken up to our room. Melissa walked ahead of me, following the young man carrying our cases, and it was a pleasure to do so. Melissa's light, figure-hugging dress made for a beautiful rear view of her wonderfully curvy bottom.
"Melissa, you look absolutely astounding in that dress."
She turned and smiled, and we continued following the hotel porter. The room was very nice, and very brightly illuminated by the bright sunshine, and a gentle breeze was blowing the fine net curtains about as we entered. I crossed the porters hand with silver and he left. Melissa went to the window and stepped out onto the generously sized balcony, and raised her arms above her head and stretched. I immediately went up behind her, putting my arms around her waist, and began kissing the side of her neck. Her long, dark brown hair being tossed about slightly by the breeze.
"It's great to be here with you Melissa."
"Yes, I've been really looking forward to coming here. I was here about ten years ago with my family, and I had a great time."
"What did you do?"
She turned to me and put an outstretched finger up to my lips, "Wouldn't you like to know." she said sexily, and began walking back into our room.
"Aww, go on. I bet it's something sexy?"
"Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't."
I followed her back into the room, hoping that she would tell me all about what happened last time she was here. She grabbed the smaller of her two cases and dropped it onto the bed, opened it up and looked at the contents. She started sorting through a few things, and got out her toothbrush and some other toiletries and headed into the bathroom to put them out for when they are needed.
"Melissa, please tell me! What happened? What do you get up to?" I'm giggling a bit now too, and she just smiled back at me.
"Right, I'm going to have a shower. Unzip this thing for me will you?" She turned round so that I could reach the zip tag thing, and I pulled it down and released her from her dress.
"Hmm, nice underwear Melissa."
"Thanks!" She sliped out of her bra and knickers and handed them to me as I stood there mesmerised. "Here! They're all yours!"
I'm left standing there holding her smalls as she traipsed off to the bathroom. I sigh and smile, before walking out onto the balcony again. The sunlight is so bright here, and I can feel it burning down on my face. There was a noise to my left and I looked round to see a woman standing on the adjacent balcony next door looking out across the beach that lay about a hundred or so yards from the hotel. She turns to go back inside her room, and as she does so she notices the ladies underwear that I'm holding. I quickly hide it behind my back, and she smiles and goes inside.
I return to the room and I can hear the shower running from the open doorway to the bathroom, so I went in to talk to Melissa while she showered. Through the steamed up and water splashed glass I can see her washing herself over vigorously with the soap, and she is humming softly to herself.
"Melissa, are you going to tell me then? Please?"
"I'll think about it." She shouted over the sound of the water.
I waited for a moment.
"Have you thought about it yet?"
There is a pause, and she continues washing.
"Okay, what do you want to know, seeing as you are so eager to find out?"
"Was it something naughty you did?"
"Oh yes, very!"
"Go on then." I almost pleaded.
"Conocí a un joven español encantador en la playa." She replied in Spanish.
"You know I don't speak Spanish. Damn! What did that mean?"
"I said that I met a lovely young Spanish lad on the beach."
"Oh yes, and what happened?"
"We got chatting one day, and we went for drinks and things."
"What sorts of 'things'?"
"Nos besamos y terminé chupando su pene."
"No, not again! What did that mean?"
"We kissed and I gave him a blow job later on."
"I see. Anything else?" I was starting to enjoy this now.
"Me tragué toda su esperma."
"What was that?"
"Not telling!" I could hear her laughing now.
"Oh Melissa?"
"Lo chupé y lo jodí durante toda una semana, ¡y me tragué mucho esperma!"