Carmen sighed and turned over to catch the final rays of sun on the deserted beach in the late afternoon. Her trip to Alicante had been successful, with the client agreeing to a deal worth the equivalent of 85, 000 dollars.
Having had a quick swim in the sea she was working on her tan before facing up to the long 4-hour drive back to the house on the outskirts of Madrid she shared with her husband of 9 years, Luis Moreno, a highly regarded if somewhat underpaid professor at the principal university.
She loved her husband very much, but her married life was fairly vanilla, walks in the Retiro park at the weekends, dinner parties with the same old friends and ten minutes of loving but very unadventurous sex with Luis on most Sunday mornings. She had fallen for Luis in her first year at university and now at the age of 30 she was wondering if she hadn't missed out a bit on life by settling down so young.
He was the only lover she had ever had and no reference point on which to base their relationship or sex life, being brought up a good Catholic girl it wasn't something she felt comfortable discussing with friends or family members. She couldn't help sometimes feeling curious what it would be like with another man and if other women shared the same misgivings about the tedious nature of their mundane lives.
She heard a commotion behind her and turning around saw a group of three young men walking down the beach, setting their towels down some 50 yards away from her. Without thinking she checked the men out, giving them a quick once over with her eyes.
They were chatting excitedly in English and she smiled as the wind blew their conservation in her direction, from their accents they were clearly Americans and she soon realised they were actually talking about picking girls up on the beach.
"Slim pickings on the beach front today, guys" the tallest and most athletic of the three griped.
"True, but check out the MILF in front of us, what d'ya reckon, anyone up for a taste of older married pussy?" the youngest of the three asked.
Carmen could feel the burning gaze of three pairs of eyes studying her body intently and felt a shiver running down her body as she involuntarily reacted to the blatant stares in her direction.
"Nah, she looks a bit skanky to me, Jack,' the tall man replied. "She's a 6 at best, mousey brown hair, a dimpled mouth, flat as an ironing board front and back. That smooth toned stomach is tasty, though and her legs are nice, I'll give you that."
The man in the middle lent peered over at Carmen again to give her another look. "Come on, guys, I'm the only one of us with a steady girlfriend, but I'd give her a 6.5, just look at those small pert, peach-like breasts and tell me you don't want to suckle on them, Jack?" Jack shrugged indifferently. "As for you, Steve, you'll pretty much fuck anything that moves, won't you?" Steve chuckled, nodded his head and slapped his friend on the back.
Carmen, who had studied English to proficiency level and had overheard everything, blushed bright red with anger at the boys' abusive comments and had to turn away abruptly to hide her disgust. How dare they judge her body like that, she went to the gym 5 times a week, kept in good shape and was a regular runner at the local Hash House Harriers club. As if she'd be interested in any of them, anyway, she was a happily married woman, a 10 in her loving husband's eyes, even if these immature young men couldn't fully appreciate her physical assets.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the middle man rising off his haunches and getting to his feet. "As usual I'll be the hapless wingman for you, guys" he exclaimed and to Carmen's horror he approached her and tried to engage her in conversation. 'Hello ma'am, do you speak English?' he asked.
