In case you did not read the first two chapters in The Barcelona Series you should know that on a business recent trip to Barcelona I met a lovely married woman named Irene. She was visiting the spa at the hotel where I was staying overlooking the Mediterranean Sea just outside Barcelona. Her husband of 13 years had given her the spa treatment (massage and manicure) as an anniversary present. He told her she could use it any time she wanted so she chose an evening when her two daughters were spending the night with friends and her husband was working late.
As the Gods of fate elected, I was using the gym at the spa after a long work day in the City. I was immediately attracted to this lovely and sweet looking Spanish woman. She is about 5 feet, 2 inches tall with reddish-brown hair and large, round (36 C) breasts. Her frame is petite making her breasts look even larger. She has creamy, light brown skin, like mocha and it is smooth and beautiful.
We were departing the spa at about the same time and I could not resist speaking to her. I spoke first in English and learned that her language skills were limited so we communicated mostly in Spanish. I invited her for a glass of wine and soon we found ourselves having dinner and a delightful conversation.
Later we went to my room for a glass of champagne and had several hours of delightful sex. She had never been with a man other than her husband who was not gifted with a large penis. My cock is above average at just under 8 inches and with a generous girth. It is not porno material but I always satisfy my lovers.
Irene begged me to spend the night after I brought her to several mind blowing orgasms, something she had never experienced. We did things together that she never did with her husband, like sucking my cock and swallowing every drop of my cum. She said that she never sucked his cock and had never swallowed cum before. However, she was a natural. She also allowed me to cum inside her. She never has sex with her husband without a condom so our first night together was an evening of new experiences for Irene.
After our lovely evening together she reluctantly left the room (well after Midnight) but we had agreed that we would get together again the next day. I was scheduled to be in Barcelona another five days and we could not wait to get together again.
I went to sleep thinking about the lovely Irene but with many questions on my mind. After all, I have a wonderful, loving, committed and very sexy wife at home in the United States and I have every intention of remaining with her for the rest of my life. Irene was also committed to her marriage as her husband was the perfect spouse except for his inability to satisfy her physically.
As I awoke on the morning after my incredible night I found myself eagerly anticipating Irene's phone call. I wanted to see her again and reconnect with her on a physical and intellectual level... maybe even on an emotional level as well. She was, quite simply, an extraordinary woman and I believe that her sexual awakening and new journey of exploration would be incredible to watch... and to experience.
I left the hotel at 9:00 AM for a series of meetings. As the second meeting ended my phone rang. Although I did not recognize the number I could tell it was a Barcelona phone number. I answered and heard Irene's sweet voice. "Ola, Jack. I want to see you now."
Smiling at her urgency and cute accent I told her I had two more meetings. I asked her what time she could get away and she told me she could meet me at the hotel at 4:00 PM. Glancing at my watch I calculated my meeting time and quickly agreed to meet her in the lobby at 4:00 o'clock.
I scurried back to the hotel to insure that I was there by 4:00. I arrived a few minutes early and ran up to the room to freshen up. I felt like a high school boy getting ready for his first prom date. It felt strange but exhilarating. My phone rang and it was Irene. She had arrived and was in the parking lot.
Literally running from the room I hit the down button on the elevator. My heart was pounding as the car descended. The doors opened and I went towards the front doors of the main lobby. Irene was coming through the doors and literally flung herself into my arms. We embraced and kissed as if this was a long awaited homecoming after months of separation.
We walked arm in arm and quickly found the elevators. Once inside and alone we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined in a passionate dance. We could not get enough of each other. With her breasts mashed firmly against me in the full body embrace I quickly became aroused. Irene reached down with her hand and felt my growing erection. She stepped back and smiled. "Are you happy to see me?" I grinned and kissed her again. She did not let go of my cock until the doors opened.
We hugged our way down the hall to my room. Upon opening the door Irene literally attacked me. She was all over me acting like she had not had sex in months. I was flattered and overcome with delight. I did not disappoint her as I returned her passion in kind kissing and groping and tugging at each other's clothes like teenage lovers.
As our clothes literally flew off of our bodies we must have set a world record for getting naked. We hardly stopped kissing as we moved our way to the king size bed. We fell on to it together still locked in a passionate embrace. As I groped her large and lovely breasts she gripped my cock and stroked it energetically trying to get me as hard as possible. We had hardly spoken a word to each other. We both knew what the other wanted... needed and we would not be deterred from our mission of passion. I could not resist the urge to feel her breasts in my mouth. I grabbed her left breast while feasting on the right one. Her nipples were hard as rocks and I sucked one hard while tweaking the other one between my fingers. She responded with animal-like sounds emanating from her throat and lungs. Her hands gripped the back of my head as she pushed me harder on to her breast.
Finally my hand moved to her vulva and I could feel the heat emanating from her beautiful pussy. With my hand between her legs I could feel the wetness of her vagina even though I had yet to stimulate her clitoris or her vagina. My middle finger soon found its way inside her sopping wet vagina. It slid in easily as she was already excreting copious amounts of fluid. The smell of her sex was powerful and intoxicating and I could not wait to taste her again.
As I moved my head into position I found her prominent clitoris and flicked it lightly. She jumped slightly as if surprised and then pushed her pelvis upwards to make it easier for me access my target. My tongue found its way to her clitoris and she shuddered with anticipation. I bit her lightly with my teeth and nibbled at her teasingly alternating between biting with my teeth and tickling her with my tongue.
She urged me on telling me to hurry and make her cum so she could fuck me. I did not disappoint her. Soon she was climaxing loudly and for a moment I was concerned that another hotel guest might think there was an assault going on in my room. I guess in some ways you could call it that but it was certainly consensual and Irene seemed to be enjoying the moment. Once again her climax seemed to last for several minutes before she returned from her journey.
Irene pulled me up for a kiss. She told me that she wanted me to fuck her hard and fast and then cum inside her. Is this the same woman whose husband always used a condom? Is this the same woman who is always fertile and deathly afraid of getting pregnant again? It seems that Irene had freed herself from her self-imposed sexual restrictions and was on her way to a path of discovery and adventure and perhaps a little danger.
We kissed again lovingly and I rose from the bed. She asked me what I was doing and said simply, "Trust me." She got up and followed me into the luscious bathroom. I kissed her again, our naked bodies reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror. As we kissed I turned her head slightly and had her look at our reflection.
