Strictly fiction. Many thanks to my editor "Wicked Inside".
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Bright light was pushing its way around the edges of the wooden blinds. I could feel that it was probably time to get up, so I slipped out of bed and went over to lift a slat and glance out. There were people on the street outside, and the sun was definitely up. The town was, I guessed, showing what passed here for bustling.
"Time to get started, babe! It's a bright, shiny, new, day!" I called out. We're both night owls, and loved teasing each other about mornings. I looked back, and she had kicked off the sheets and was stretching lazily, lying almost diagonally across the bed. She is never more beautiful than in a full length stretch, even with her hair in riotous disarray, and given my body's response, getting started was about to be delayed.
I lowered my lips to her belly, and started gently kissing my way slowly upward. My right hand found and started gently stroking the soft skin of her thigh. I felt her hand gently start stroking my hair. My lips found a nipple, pulled it into my mouth as I gently sucked on it and rolled it. She started the soft murmurs deep in her throat that I know so well. Neither of us was in a hurry.
It was a gentle mating, loving more than passionate. I started on top, but held myself up with my arms so I could behold the face of my lover (and, yes, watch her beautiful breasts flowing under the energy of my thrusts.) We ended with her on top, and me holding and massaging her breasts as we both enjoyed a gentle, rolling crest.
As Jeannie used the only bathroom, I lay on my back feeling on top of the world. We had arrived last night at a private beach house owned by a well-off Sevilla family. A few years earlier we had befriended their son when he was doing his residency at the hospital where my wife worked. Well, he and his family became our friends, and "Mi casa, su casa." is more than just an expression for them. We had taken this vacation specifically to meet the family. The youngest son met us in Madrid and escorted us to Sevilla on the "Ave" high-speed train. We had a delightful few days with them, the son acting as tour director through the Roman, Moorish, and Catholic history in the area.
Then they drove us down to their beach house for several days alone on the Spanish Riviera. This town was not a big tourist area, only a few specialty hotels and a lot of beach houses. Marta, the mother, had spent hours telling Jeannie about all the best restaurants and shops, and then, with a little concern for our "American" sensitivity, warned us that the beach was mostly topless, more so even than the more touristy beaches. There was even a fully nude beach a few kilometers west of the town. Jeannie just smiled, because she knows I am an incorrigible breast man.
Not that Jeannie intended to participate. In the breast department, she was very well endowed, but believed she was too large to go topless. In fact, despite my pained protestations, she consistently maintains that the only reason I married her was because of her large mammaries. In fact, while fascinated by breasts, I don't focus just on size. I like all sizes and shapes, glorying in the wonderful variety that God has blessed us with. I doubt that I could ever get my hands on enough different ones to satisfy my obsession, though, being happily married, I don't get my hands on any except Jeannie's. Jeannie is confident enough of our relationship to happily point out particularly nice examples for me. She also uses hers to maximum advantage to keep me in thrall to her. I love and enjoy her so much.
"C'mon lazy bones! Breakfast is waiting!" Jeannie called out as she emerged. She was nude and drying her black, shoulder-blade length hair. Her eyes are also dark, and her neatly trimmed bush is deep black, and all of her skin in between and around is very light, almost white. The contrast, plus her oval face, lends her an exotic Mediterranean look. Her breasts are heavy enough to hang, but have not "fallen", and swell in a very nice pillow shape. Her large areoles are nicely centered and the tall nipples in the center point almost straight forward. When she lies on her back, they flow to the side, of course, but still hold the nipples high and pointing up. When we are in a playful mood, she will have me fuck her breasts, and laughs happily at me as I try to maintain control.
At that thought she caught me leering at her and gave me one of her "Oh, really? Get going!" looks. With an exaggerated, heavy sigh, I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later we were sitting down at a sidewalk cafe. The morning was bright and comfortable, a few puffy clouds drifting across the bright blue sky. It would be warm, later. The beach was on the other side of the street and was very wide, and it appeared that the shallow slope of the beach continued into the water as the small rollers started well out from the water line. At almost ten in the morning there were already people on the beach. A number of kids were happily running and splashing in the water.
Jeannie was wearing her black bikini, with a colorful sarong around her waist and a wide hat. The bikini top had to be large enough to contain her, so the deep-V bottom was also no skimpy thong, but still sexy as hell. Did I mention, Jeannie has a beautiful ass? No? Shame on me.
An hour later, we strolled arm-in-arm down the wide sidewalk. Jeannie was window shopping the little shops and I was trying to window shop the ladies on the beach. I was straining to get a better look when I got a gentle elbow in the ribs. "According to Marta, there are a bunch of shops down this next street I will want to wander through. You go wander the beach and enjoy yourself. Just try not to drool too obviously." I mock glared at her. "I'll find you on this part of the beach or we'll meet back at the house." She continued. She was obviously intending to do some heavy shopping.
"Just leave us enough money to get home." I replied and kissed her on the forehead. She turned with a grin, and I watched her put some extra sway in her hips as she strolled away from me.
Then I turned and wandered out onto the sand, and started observing the multitude of breasts available, this time from a more reasonable distance. As one would expect, there was every sort, and very few were covered. There were small, cone shaped breasts tipped with hard nipples on the young girls running out of the water. There were slightly hollow, baby chewed breasts on some women chasing kids. There were breasts of every degree of plumpness from just barely rounded, to pert and high, to a nice handful swaying with every movement, to heavy globes pressing against the rib cage. Amongst the sunbathers there was everything from the tight breasts poised on top of the rib cage to the large breasts that flowed outward. They were all beautiful, and I was memorizing as many images as my poor brain could hold.
Then I saw her, and all the other images disappeared. She must have been fifty or so yards away, but she had stood up and was turning slowly, apparently looking for something. The sun was just enough behind her to give her a semi-silhouette that showed more than the full sun. What I thought I saw was a blond ponytail, large but high and firm breasts, thin waist, full hips, flat tummy, round ass, and long legs. She started walking toward the street and I set an angle to intercept her. I wasn't thinking, and I wasn't even aware of my surroundings.
She reached the street ahead of me, and crossed and headed into a small store. I wasn't far behind. In the windows were tourist type knick-knacks, so I decided to follow her in. My worst case scenario was that I was about to make a total, obnoxious, fool of myself, but if I could get a close look, I knew it would be worth it.
As I casually wandered amongst the displays, I didn't see her at first. Then suddenly, I spotted her across a couple stacks of merchandise. I instinctively moved to the right and then down an aisle, and there she was, ten feet away in perfect profile. Her face was classically Nordic, her breasts, belly, ass, and legs, were everything that I had hoped for given what I had seen outside, I froze and just stared, memorizing every detail. As my eyes wandered back up her body, I suddenly realized that she had spotted me, and had a very amused look on her face. The clerk interrupted her with a question, and then went to fetch something, apparently. She slowly turned to face me directly, with a big smirk on her face. She even bent over a bit toward me, pretending to look at something on the counter. To inspect something else, she took a half step sideways, spreading her legs. Her bikini bottom was a bright blue thong and it left little to the imagination. She was still smirking when the clerk came back with a medium size bag for her, and she turned away to pay him.
I drifted back out the front door to get another look at her as she left, but she stopped in the doorway, caught my eye, and tossed her head in that universal way that means "Let's go, this way." I fell into stride beside her with my brain racing. My best-case scenario had never been this good. It never occurred to me that this might not end well, and I should run.
"I'm on 'Holiday'," she announced, "how about you?" The musical sound of her voice was as beautiful as it was unexpected. I could hear the quotes in the way she said 'Holiday', but had no idea what that meant.
It took a moment to get my vocal cords working. "Uh, yes! Yes, I'm on holiday too." We engaged in some inconsequential chit-chat about how long we had been here and what fun things we had found so far, and that covered a couple of blocks. Suddenly she turned into one of the many recessed doors along a vine-covered wall of such doors, and opened it with a key. As she stepped through, she looked back at me and asked "Coming?" I tried to ignore the double meaning as I had to consciously rip my foot from the concrete of the sidewalk to follow her in.
