This is my first ever submission! This is half of the story and I will submit the other half if I get a good response. Please let me know what you think, and enjoy ;)
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Jenna closed her eyes and breathed in. She felt the warm jets of water shoot against her back as she laid her head on the wooden edge of the hot tub, her arms up either side of her. The sizzling Spanish sun beat down on her already bronzed skin and she was in absolute bliss. This vacation was the best idea, she thought to herself. Her relaxation was suddenly disturbed by the unexpected splash of cold water down her bikini top. Squealing, she opened her eyes to find her boyfriend Cody stood above her, grinning and gawking, a glass of ice water in hand. She glared at him.
"Sorry baby, those titties looked thirsty too!" he guffawed.
She rolled her eyes unappreciatively. What a dick. She couldn't help but think her choice of boyfriend was due a little shake up. She'd been with Cody for six months now, and although he was really fucking hot, he was immature and she was tiring of his childish pranks. The sex used to be exciting but she just didn't feel the spark anymore. Instead, she found him boring and selfish in bed. And it wasn't like she couldn't do any better.
Jenna was stunning. She had long, healthy, honey blonde waves that movie stars would be envious of, big blue eyes framed with thick lashes, rosy lips, sunkissed skin and slender, slim curves. She could have been like any other beautiful blonde bimbo if it wasn't for her unique artistic flair; she had a breathtaking pair of feathery angel wings tattooed across the whole of her back that she got a year before, for her 18th birthday. It wasn't tacky like you might expect, it was an amazing expression of art, and she received endless compliments. Jenna had an eye for beauty, for artistic exhibition, and was constantly attracted to new forms. Maybe this was why she decided to go for Cody in the first place. He was too beautiful to bypass. Such a shame he's so dull, she thought. She concluded that when they got back from their week in Spain, she would break up with him. It was only fair. And hey, it wasn't like they were in love.
The first few days were a blur of culture and color. Jenna loved venturing around the little towns, looking around museums and churches, buying art pieces, trying out Spanish delicacies and working on her tan. A lot of the time she went on her own and left Cody at the hotel, either working out or eating. Typical. She didn't think that many 19 year old American girls walked around the streets there, judging by the looks of awe she gathered from locals. She laughed as a wife swatted at her husband for gawping at her in her tiny shorts, and made sure as much of her ass was on show as possible as she walked past.
It wasn't long until she came across a tiny stone building named 'Pequeno Museo del Erotismo'. Little Museum of Erotica. Hmm. She took a deep breath, intrigued but a little wary, and entered. It was larger inside than she had anticipated, and it was set out like a regular art exhibition. Except, the paintings and photos were much more passionate, raw, explicit, sexual. Young couples fucking in different positions, different places. But it wasn't like porn, it was so much more beautiful and creative. Gorgeous camera shots, inventive and realistic brush strokes.
As much as Jenna was mindblown by the sheer intensity of the artistic ability, she couldn't help but notice the tingling in her stomach, the ache beginning to burrow deep inside her. She only felt this sometimes when she read erotic literature online, and she would either get herself off or call Cody for a quick fix, but it never satisfied the hunger inside her. Her panties were getting soaked. She needed to get out of here before she went insane. As she turned to swiftly exit the museum, one particular painting caught her eye. It was of a beautiful woman laying on a sun lounger next to a pool, with her lesbian lover knelt down between her legs. The sexual act was not explicitly shown, only implied by the way the woman's head was tilted and her mouth was set in a delicate 'o'.