Before going any further, I recommend you read 'Hot Sex in Madrid' if you have not already, before reading this sequel. It sets the scene for what happened next.
After telling you all the florid details of the raucous sex that took place on that searing hot night in Madrid, it seemed inappropriate to then go on to describe what happened between Anne and myself afterwards. What happened between us was so utterly different from the torrid, animalistic fucking of the earlier part of the night. My experience with Ann was so intimate and personal. I was hesitant to divulge the details of that particular episode.
However, several of you have now asked me to continue recounting the event s of that memorable night of explorative sex, and I have decided to share the story of this totally unexpected turn of events with you. I cannot understand why I am so, almost bashful about telling this tale, but perhaps in the telling it will become clearer to me and perhaps to you too.
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Anne's soft moan and the feeling of her responsive nipple springing to life, was totally unexpected. I froze, staring up towards the dimly lit ceiling. The sounds of the city drifted languidly through the open window, the heat carrying scents and sounds as it settled on our damp bodies. To be honest I was confused, was she actually reacting to me, or was Juan touching her from the other side?
Suddenly wide awake and senses alert, I felt a slight pressure as her hand tapped gently on my right thigh. Her head turned towards me and as if drawn by a magnet, my head turned to face her. My expression must have been amusing because her face suddenly crumpled into a grin and a long finger came up to "sush" her lips. She rolled her eyes towards the slumbering silhouette of Juan beside her and again pressed her finger to her mouth and gave a quick conspiratorial wink. All of a sudden we were allies, linked not by the shared events of the evening, but by a swift silent pact to keep this between ourselves, whatever 'this' was.
As we lay looking at each other in silence, she lifted her finger from her lips with a tiny pursing movement, amounting to a kiss. Her gaze drifted down to my breasts, and very slowly brought that glistening fingertip towards my large brown areola. It seemed to take an age, and in that tiny moment I realised that I was longing for her touch, my own nipples now hugely erect and straining for contact. I couldn't help gasping as her finger encircled first one nipple then the other. I was acutely aware of Juan and Paco on either side of us, but my very essence was now focused on that gentle straying hand and longing for more. Instinctively sensing my need she spread her hand wide and smoothed it around the whole orb of my heavy breast, taking its weight and squeezing gently. I was transported by the flood of excitement which that soft touch stimulated. Not the grabbing, pawing of Juan's rough hands, but the lightness of her pressure relaxed and excited me at the same time. My body wanted to turn towards her, I was fascinated and desperate to see how it felt to lick and kiss her soft mouth. I was incredulous that I could be feeling so completely turned on by the soft touch of a woman, my curiosity burned almost as much as my newly inflamed pussy. My imagination flew into what else I could explore with my own ravenous mouth, and I was lost.
At that very moment Paco gave a snort and turned to face outwards. I seized the opportunity and motioned her to get up slowly with me. We edged to the bottom of the bed and stifling a giggle, crept out of the bedroom and through to the stuffy living room. The heavy smell of Juan's strong 'Gitana' cigarettes lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of his presence next door.
I inched the creaky door shut, sighing with relief to feel we were in a space where we could be ourselves. The rough machismo of the Spanish men suddenly felt oppressive and somehow sordid. I longed for her soft light touch, and as we stood looking at each other's nakedness, sensing a complicit understanding borne of two people coming from the same origin. I relaxed and gazed unashamedly at her beautiful body. Although I have always enjoyed the female form, this appraisal was something entirely new for me, and I suspected for her too. I feasted my eyes on her long lean limbs, so shapely and light. Her small firm breasts stood proudly displaying those succulent cherries, floating up and down with each deep breath.
As she moved towards me I noticed the gentle sway of slim hips, pivoting around a gold triangle of soft pubic hair. For a fleeting moment I felt self conscious as she reached her arms out and glided her hands over my hips and round to my bottom. As our bodies came closer together, our breasts were the first point of contact. Both of us shuddered at the touch and I pressed her into my softness, my large tits squashing against her smooth skin. Our mouths found each other and kissed. The softness astounded me. Lips and tongues explored and caressed, passionate but with a sensitivity which I had never experienced before. I was ravenous for more of these sensations.
I led her over to the couch and laid her down, a cushion under her head and her long legs spread languorously along the length of the rough red seat. I wanted to be all over her body at once, but we were so silent and connected that it seemed inappropriate to rush. I realised that not one word had been spoken, despite the irony that we finally had someone who spoke the same language to communicate with. The channels of communication were wide open and flowing freely without the need for words. My pussy was also flowing freely, lubricating my jutting clitoris, and clamouring for attention.