J. and I got to meet through Tinder a bit more than a year ago. For the records we live in different cities in the same country . She is 28 years old. I am 38. As we started chatting, my interest on her grew from a very good-looking girl, to a potential girlfriend. It was just when we started to intimate that it seemed to me that a woman with hot fantasies could only be a gift for any man.
My shock started when we manage to see each other. Even though she does not consider it, J. is a stunning hot girl by all standards. She has amazing legs, very shapely, ending up in a wonderful derriere. She is slightly taller than average, has long dark hair, dark brown eyes and amazing beautiful breasts. Her curves are simply amazing. She has a great smile and a wonderful face. She was somehow of a party girl. She can occasionally seem cold but under her shyness she is a tourbillion of passion and sensuality.
We met for some time, started playing and being in the distance I developed lots of fantasies always with her as the main character. I must confess that I hardly had a woman like her in bed. She would trigger in me all type of erotic ideas, some were putting some other people with us. I managed to recognize her excitement on sharing erotic dreams when we started to speak up in bed.
While she spoke to me of previous dates. I would get naturally jealous. At the time of actually thinking of her with someone else, whether a woman or a man it was always absolutely clear that she is mine and without me such a thing would not happen.
As the story grew strong we started travelling together. We chose Spain. I wanted to visit some friends, secretly I wanted to show off in front of our guys with such astonishing Balkan beauty I had.
We travelled to the south of Spain, Malaga to attend party of those friends. So rather than spend a entire week in Malaga, we decided to just go for the day to the city since we wanted to spend most time at the sea side.
The drive is just over one hour and we got to the party a bit early. We hung out for most of the afternoon by the pool, drinking. J. is one of those types that do not drink regularly anymore but occasionally she does and she can really become fun. By the end of the afternoon, she was slightly drunk and flirty. Sometime later I had to pull her away from the party in order to start the drive back home.
About half an hour in the trip, the engine light came on in my car. It also seemed to be having trouble accelerating. By this time, we were out of Malaga, the area we were intended to look a bit depressed, and I was hoping to keep going. The thermostat in the car was also showing that the engine was heating up.
At this point, J. and I started considering the situation. The car now was having difficulty even doing 50 Km per hour on the road. Additionally, to this inconvenience she had to use the restroom urgently.
At the next exit, I pulled off and started to head down the road looking for a Bar or gas station where she could use the restroom and we could look at the car.
In Spain every single exit nowadays has a dozen stores built up right around the exit, but not here. There were some old stores. I figured if I kept going in the direction we would soon find a place.
About two Km down the road, I saw a market store and got into the parking lot. I parked near the front and J. ran in to use the restroom. I opened the hood to see if could figure out what the issue was. While I was standing over the engine, another car entered the store parking lot and parked around the side and towards the rear. Two guys got out and started walking around to the front of the store.
As they were opening the door to go in, my girlfriend was coming out. They immediately started making comments about how fine she was looking not realizing she was with me. I believe I heard one of them praising the bottom of J. as they walked into the store. J. just laughed. Rather than being afraid, she was enjoying a bit the attention and she smiled me with complicity. I was pissed but instead, seeing that she was not annoyed, t I started to laugh. Let them watch, I thought. It is my girl, after all.
She didn't seem to be worried after I told her that I could not figure out what the problem was. I decided to call a tow vehicle. The two guys came out and were walking by back to their car. They friendlily asked what the problem was and I said that I had no clue but was going to call for towing.
Being without charger I went inside to ask if I could recharge the battery of my mobile phone. The lady behind the desk didn't know any number of car services around.
When I went outside J. was in the front seat of the car, with the door open, just sitting back waiting for me. As I was telling her about the fact that I didn't have a solution yet, the two guys walked back up to us. They were very bright eyed, obviously due to the cheerful look of J..
One, remarkably good looking, asked if we needed any help. I told him our dilemma, and the other guy with a strong Cuban accent said his uncle owns a tow vehicle. I asked if he could call, but he claimed that he didn't know the number at the Uncle's actual business. But he said he could call the Uncle's mobile and track him down. He walked way a bit and talked on his mobile phone and came back.
Apparently, the uncle was out on another service. He assured this guy that the he would call us. When I asked how long that was going to be, the Cuban guy said he had no idea.
Meanwhile, the good looking, black and muscled guy was talking to my girlfriend the whole time. She was still leaned back in the front seat with the door open and her feet out on the ground. Her legs were perfect in grey short night party dress. The dress looked remarkably short as she was wearing no tights. The heels I love that she wears were giving her legs an ultimate touch of beauty. Her dress was stretched out over her beautiful breasts. The handsome guy was openly flirting with her, and, slightly drunk as she still was, she loved the attention.
When I interrupted them, and asked what she wanted to do, she acted like the answer was obvious. I joked in Italian to watch out with those guys and she laughed. I suggested that maybe we should just try to drive back out to the main road and make it further down the road to the next exit. She argued why we wouldn't just wait for the one guy's uncle to come get us out.
In the meantime, the Cuban guy had gone back to their car and came back with a bottle of fresh mojito. They were being friendly. I kept feeling like they were trying to be nice to me somehow, but my girlfriend was loving the attention and was talking to them as if she was still at the party. The situation was under control so I was not worried. I warned J. joking to be careful. Any time I tried to subtly drop a hint to her Italian, they would jump all over asking what I said and making jokes of it.
The guys introduced themselves. They were all in their late 30s. The handsome smiley black guy said his name was Juan. He was fairly dark but was obviously in great shape. Juan was muscular and over 1,90 cm tall. He had shaved his head bald and seemed to be overly happy. The guy's whose uncle had the tow business was named Toni He had short hair, was dark, thin and probably my height. He wasn't muscular or intimidating. Toni also seemed to be more serious than the other, not so smiley or cheerful.
Juan was now being very obvious with my girlfriend. I believed I heard him say to J. how good she was looking, as he thought I would probably not listen. She would giggle and laugh. Toni said they had nice dancing Latino music back at their car if we were interested. I wasn't at all, but J. immediately said ok. The guys laughed about how I was a bit of a jealous guy, J. laughed and agreed.
As my girlfriend started getting up to go over there, the guys were stating about how lucky I was. At this point, I figured I would just maybe should get out of the situation. Toni and Juan were sort of holding a small side conversation by themselves as they walked in front. I followed them back to car parked on the side and a bit towards the rear of the store.