The following story is a collaboration between lovin69 and domsheena. This is based on chat and play that has taken place between us. If you like it, we'll continue into uncharted water for lovin.
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I was sitting in a sidewalk cafe in a little town on Spain's Costa Blanca enjoying a cafe americano when I first saw her. She was peeking at me from behind a menu. When I looked at her she swiftly ducked back behind her hiding spot. She appeared to be about five or six years of age and it looked as if she had just been to the beach with her mother. When she peeked at me again I winked at her and she quickly darted back behind her menu. When she appeared a third time I winked again and she winked back at me with the expertise of a very knowledgeable flirter.
I came to be here quite by chance. I am a 60 something retired logger and woods worker from the American Pacific Northwest. I came to Europe on an extended holiday/mission. My name is John. I was christened Giovanni, but since early childhood I have just been John. My mission was to visit my mother's birthplace in Italy. After spending a couple of weeks going through legal records, traveling around Campagna and Calabria and meeting relatives I never knew, I decided to stay and see the rest of Europe. I went from Italy to Germany where I served some time in the 1960's with the U.S. Army. I spent a couple of weeks in Bavaria and Austria and then decided to travel to Barcelona. I had spent a few extended 3 day passes in Barcelona and wanted to see it again. I had forgotten how beautiful the Mediterranean coast of Spain was and once I got here I decided to rent a car and spend more time exploring.
This was all made possible by the Internet. My pension checks were automatically deposited for me, all my bills were paid with automatic withdrawal so I didn't have to worry about getting home at any particular time. I could stay as long as I wished. So here I was in a quaint coastal village flirting with a cute little 5 year old imp. I had been here three days and rented a room in the village. It was a small walk up with a bed, wash basin and a communal bathroom down the hall. I made sure I stayed away from all of the tourist hotels.
Our flirting had been going on for a few minutes when her mother spoke to her and then turned to look at me. I shrugged and smiled at her hoping she wouldn't think I was some kind of pervert or child molester. It was totally innocent on my part. When she smiled back and then smiled at her daughter I figured everything was alright.
Once mother and daughter began talking, two things struck me. The first was that they were conversing in French, not Spanish. So I assumed them to be tourists like me. The other was that I hadn't noticed mother before this. She looked to be in her early to mid thirties with long blond hair, and I might say very pretty. As I said, it appeared as if they had been to the beach as mother was wearing some sort of beach robe. I really wanted to see what she looked like underneath, but that certainly wasn't going to happen. She was stunning enough however for me to chastise myself for not noticing her before this.
We sat there for a few more minutes. Me sipping my coffee, exchanging winks with the little girl as mother and daughter chatted. I finally finished, paid my bill and got up to leave. I walked past the two of them and gave the girl a final wink. I turned to mother, gave her a slight bow and smiled. As I did so I couldn't help but notice her legs sticking out from under her beach robe. They were gorgeous. Smooth and white and so in need of stroking. I was truly smitten with this young vixen. The top was open enough for me to see that she had a very nice figure underneath.
"Oh well," I thought. "Unfortunately I'll probably never see her again. She could go back home anytime." I left and continued my exploration of the country side.
When I returned from my drive, I had a quick bite at the same cafe and went up to my room. I was tired so I read a few pages of one of the books I brought with me, washed up and went to bed. As I drifted off, Mother (I didn't know what else to call her) kept coming to mind. "God, she was hot," I said to no one in particular.
As I slept, she came to my dreams. I was laying on a secluded beach when I saw her. In my dream she was wearing a very skimpy bikini. She walked over to me and looked me in the eye. When our eyes met she began to move her hips and rub her hands all over her body. She reached behind herself and released the bikini top and let it fall to the ground. I was mesmerized. Her breasts were magnificent. Two milky white globes sticking straight out with huge red areoles. She kept moving her hips back and forth as she fondled her breasts...kneading them and pulling at her nipples. Then, as one hand remained on her breast, the other moved down to her pubic area. When it went inside her bikini bottom I thought I would burst.
After playing with herself for a few minutes she move to me and straddled me. Standing directly above me fondling her breasts and rubbing her pussy, she fell to her knees. Once on her knees, directly above my hard cock (did I mention that I was naked on the beach?) she untied the strings of her bikini bottom and let it fall.
For the ladies reading this I wish I could say that we kissed and fondled and played and made mad passionate love, but as you guys are fully aware, wet dreams are pretty much wham, bam, thank you maam. So in my dream, she began to rub her pussy along my cock and then impaled herself on it. That is when I exploded. I filled her sweet pussy with my seed, then woke up with the sheets wet with my cum. I sleep in the nude so there was nothing to absorb the semen. I didn't care. It was a great orgasm. My only regret was knowing that it was probably the only way I would ever make love to this hot little beauty with whom I had fallen so in lust.
I awoke the following morning and washed in the basin, cleaning the dried cum from my body. Unlike fancy hotels, there was no maid service here so I made the bed and went to a cafe to eat a light breakfast. I had explored the country side the previous two days so I decided to stay in town and relax. I had purchased a number of "things" and souvenirs in my four weeks of travel and decided to do the same here. Since I am traveling light, I usually had them packaged and sent to my home in Washington State.
In my years working in the Pacific Northwest forests, I had worked with Hispanic contract crews and so I knew smattering of Spanish. However, there seems to be enough difference between New World Spanish and King's Spanish that I was having a very hard time making myself understood to the proprietor. As I was trying to get my point across, I heard a female voice, "May I be of assistance?" The first thing that struck me was the French accent.
I turned and there she was. Mother. She looked even prettier than she had the day before. She was wearing a white and pink sun dress. The hem came to just below her knees exposing very shapely calves. It had spaghetti straps and covered her breasts modestly, but I could still see that they were magnificent. I looked her in the eye and said, "Oh yes. Please. Thank you." Then I said to myself, "Now here's a 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'."
After I told her what I was trying to do and she explained it to the proprietor, I thanked her and shook her hand. I really didn't want to let this beauty go so I said, "Please, let me thank you." I motioned to the cafe across the street and said, "May I buy you a cup of coffee?"
She blushed and said, "Yes, thank you."
On the way across the street we introduced ourselves. I told her my name was John. She extended her hand and said, "I am pleased to meet you Jean." The way she said "Jean" instead of "John" made my knees weak. I thought I would melt right there. She then told me her name was Cosette. After we sat down and we ordered are coffees I said, "Cosette. Jean Valjean's charge in Les Miserables."
