12 comments/ 88915 views/ 21 favorites CvsN 24: Spanish Treasure By: Tx Tall Tales CvsN 24 - Spanish Treasure ---- Fun with the boss in Spain. And questing above my station. NOTE: All characters in this story are fictitious. Any names that might be similar to real names are purely accidental. Just wanted to make that clear. ---- The trip over had been quite the experience, but arriving in Madrid we were all business. A quick cab ride had us at the hotel we were staying at by a little after 11:00. We had adjoining rooms this time, and neither was ready, but they offered to hold our bags for us and transfer them to the room when they were available. It was still around 5:00am at home. I wanted to give the girls a call and let them know I'd made it, but it was a bit too early. They'd have to wait until the evening. Like me. Chris and I cleaned up to the best of our ability in the restrooms, and had to turn and leave almost immediately to meet our clients. Things started off well enough, until the initial training session was to start, and they showed up with twice the people we'd agreed to. I let Chris deal with the business end of it, while I prepared for the lecture. There was a shortage of all materials, and I was surprised to see that several of the people present weren't in uniform. It turned out they were Spanish contractors, working on the same program as us, and they did most of the local programming. I didn't like the sound of that. They'd have a vested interest in tearing us down, and trying to build themselves up. A definite surprise for us, and not a good one. There was only one face I recalled from our previous trip, Captain Perez, who had been my main technical counterpart the first time around. If it had been any other trainer, things might have gotten ugly. In this case, I knew the software and the entire system for that matter, better than anyone else alive. When a few questions from the peanut gallery were thrown my way, with no purpose other than to question our capability, I turned the tables nicely and shot down the asker. Good questions were handled gracefully, and any questions by the military were handled carefully. We were short on materials, and everyone had to share. That brought up another snide comment from the contractors, this time in Spanish. It got a few giggles until I responded. "So I'm not prepared? And your name is?" The guy looked surprised at my excellent Spanish, my 7 years in South America preparing me well. "Miguel Arguello-Cortez," he responded arrogantly. "Well Señor Cortez, it appears you're not on my official roster of trainees. Did the project team make a mistake? Did our host forget to include you? My latest roster was confirmed Friday. Twelve trainees. Perhaps you could count the number at this session for me?" He looked irritated, but looked around and announced, "Twenty two." "I see." I switched the display on the overhead, and showed the signed roster sheet. "There IS a shortage of materials. For a group this size. For fairness sake, perhaps everyone on my official list should have one set of materials per person, and all the 'unofficial' trainees can share the extra three sets I brought along, just in case." The table was looking around, confused. "Please, go ahead and move around if necessary, we can wait a few more minutes," I insisted. "We can just go by this list." The woman beside me, a civilian, and quiet to that point, stood and stepped beside me. "You've made your point Señor Jack, the last minute change in plans is certainly not your fault," she spoke very softly, excellent English with a slight lisp. "They'll be no more trouble. We can continue." I looked at her for a few long seconds, standing my ground. She stood quietly, very self assured, waiting patiently. I could belabor the issue, stop the training until I had confirmation for the additional trainees. I could just continue the training ignoring the civilians, and let them fend for themselves. Or I could do as she asked, ignore the few bumps in the road so far, and do my best to keep our real client happy. I finally relented. "As you wish, Miss..." "Ana Isabel," she said with what might have passed for a disarming smile, on somebody less steely-eyed. "You are right of course. We all have the same goal at heart: to provide the best possible solution to our hosts, creating as little interference or distraction as possible. Let's continue." She was right. There was no more trouble after that, and to be honest, several of her people were very good, asking pertinent probing questions. By the end of the session I felt pretty good about what we'd accomplished, and was glad to shut things down. I was holding an impromptu Q&A discussion with about a half-dozen trainees including Captain Perez and Ana Isabel who appeared to be in charge of the contractors, when Chris showed up from her meetings, with the Colonel and some new faces in tow. The Colonel broke in immediately, in Spanish. "How was the training, Major de Borbon?" The woman who had addressed me earlier answered promptly. "Excellent. The interface is intuitive, and quite clear. It all looks good in the demo. We'll have to see how it performs live." She had answered in English, quietly making it clear to the Colonel and the other staff, that speaking in Spanish provided no security. Sneaky little she-devil. Damn me and my assumptions. Civilian? I almost really put my foot in it. The Colonel continued, "And no problem with fitting in the extra trainees?" "No. Señor Jack brought along extra materials, and we were able to work in teams. No problems." She smiled at me, and I detected a solid steel frame underneath the pretty and gentle appearing exterior. "They were a good crew." I told the Colonel. "Some really sharp people in the group, and of course it was a delight to work with Captain Perez again." "So you see no problems with moving forward?" The Colonel asked. "Not at all. I think it will be a pleasure to work with Señor Jack," the Major answered. I felt like I'd escaped the jaws of a Great White. It was fascinating to see how the men deferred to the judgement of the slender Spanish beauty. At first glance she seemed little more than a tall, attractive, modern Madrileña, but the power of her personality was quickly noticeable, particularly after spending a few moments around her. She was used to wielding power, a walking land-mine for our project. And I'd almost hit it with a sledge-hammer. We begged off going out on the town, but we still ended up in the Officer's Club for a few drinks before we could make our escape. The Colonel and the logistics officer monopolized Chris's time, while I spent mine in discussion with Captain Perez and the Major. With a few drinks in her, the Major didn't seem quite so dastardly or standoffish. She was entertaining and well-traveled, and the conversation flowed easily. At one point I felt I had to thank her for the good words following the training. "I spoke only the truth. I think you'll learn this from me: I never lie when the truth would serve as good a purpose. The program looks very easy to use, transitions are sensible, and I could see no glaring faults. Two of your 'trainees' were not much brighter than a candle, and even they could manage the software. Pablo assures me he's discussed the technical features in detail, and I trust his judgement." Pablo thanked her and gushed about the changes made, and the added features, and seemed genuinely excited to put the program in motion. "I have to admit, I thought you were part of the civilian team." "I'm the liaison. Everything they do goes through me. So, in a way, I am part of the team. They are jealous; they believe they could have created the same features," the Major explained. Pablo laughed out loud. "In two years, maybe, at 20 times the cost. Nothing comes out of that group in less than 8 months." "It's sad but true. I find it hard to believe you could pull this together in less than 3 months. How big is your team?" she asked. "There are five of us writing code, and Chris manages the team," I told her. "Five? I would think a dozen. You work fast, Señor Jack! If only these contractors could perform half as well." "Thank you, Major. I have a good team." "Please, Jack. Ana Isabel is fine." "Then thank you, Ana Isabel." The Club was crowded, and space was at a premium. For Chris, standing just a few feet away, it gave her companions an excuse to press up close to her, lean against her body, run their hands over her, all in the name of camaraderie. Ana Isabel on the other hand seemed to have a force-field around her. The men kept a respectable distance, leaving her on an island of solitude in the midst of the entertainment. It seemed to place her in a spotlight, standing tall among the hoi-poloi. She seemed above it all. To me it looked lonely. Doing my best Spaniard impression, I reached around her waist, and turned her toward the bar. "So tell me, what is our plan for tomorrow, now that we've cleared the first hurdle?" She seemed momentarily standoffish, resisting my pull, but she relaxed and allowed me to draw her near, not quite manhandling her, as Chris was being treated, but a little more attentive and intimate, leaving my arm around her waist, far longer than necessary, while not pressing in too closely. The plan, she informed me, was to install the software the following morning on the main server, test it over night, and then to travel up to Zaragoza to bring up the second server. We'd be busy. Both Perez and Ana Isabel would be working with me the entire week, but it didn't seem quite as daunting as it had earlier. I was still somewhat hesitant to follow the outlandish behaviour around me, but I found it exciting and heady, especially bathing in the attention of the fascinating Ana Isabel. I was free with my touches, resting my hand on her arm, brushing her hair back, leaning my head against hers while laughing. The openly flirtatious actions were responded to, if not passionately, then at least kindly, with no open rejection. On the one or two occasions when my actions might stretch boundaries, she was able to make it clear with a simple touch, or a turn of her body, keeping me in line. We were nowhere near as open as most around us, but it was still warm and wonderful, focusing on her and blocking out the world. I believe she had nearly as good a time as me. I had dreaded going out for drinks, as tired as I was, but now I hated moving on. Chris made her way to me, tipsy and very touchy feely. "Jack, I've got to go. I'm sooo tired, and my head is spinning. Take me home, please." She leaned her head against my shoulder, hugging me from the side. Her antics drew a smile from the observant Ana Isabel, and I regretfully said my goodbyes, for both of us, against strong resistance from the aggressive men. I took Ana Isabel's hand in mine and pressed my lips against the back. "You have made what might have been a dull trip a magical time. Thank you." "Thank you. Now take your poor boss 'home' and take care of her, before the rest of these dirty old men try to," she teased. "It's the jet lag, we've been up around 40 hours with almost no sleep. Tomorrow will be better," I assured her, steering around her insinuations. The jet lag was finally really hitting me by the time we were able to make our escape. I wasn't looking forward to the 15 minute drive, but I was dying to get in bed. It turned out the drive was much more relaxing then I thought it would be. Colonel Ortiz escorted us out, and called over a driver, giving us door-to-door service. No cab ride needed that night. Chris was half-drunk and if possible, even more tired than I was, in spite of her extended nap on the plane. By the time we got to our rooms, she was almost out of it. Almost. I had just started unpacking when there was a knock at the connecting door. I unlocked it and opened it to find my sexy boss stripped down to her lingerie, looking good enough to eat. "I'm going to finish unpacking and take a quick bath," she told me. "Come on over whenever you're ready." It seemed like a great plan to me, and I followed suit. I checked in with the home first, letting them know that I'd made it and the first day had gone really well. Beth was teasing, "Any Spanish nookie?" "C'mon. I just got here. I was on a military base nearly all day. Give me a little time to get acclimated," I told her, earning a giggle. "How's the day-care coming?" "All done but the finishing touches. We're starting to contact a few people, and Amie's working on getting us a big sign for the place. Those things aren't cheap!" "I know, but it'll be worth it. The bigger the better." "Love ya, and don't be too bad over there. I'm putting Deb on." I waited through the pause and heard Debbie's sexy voice. "At home and safely in bed, I hope," she said. "Just finished my shower. I'll be in bed in a couple of minutes, long day tomorrow." "Did you meet someone today?" she asked, anxiously. "Lots. I had a training class," I said carefully. "You know what I mean." "No. Well, I did spend a lot of time talking to a Major. Kind of cold fish at first, but not too bad after I got to know her. She's in charge of the civilian's on the Spanish side of the program. We kind of got off on the wrong foot," I explained. "Be careful, Ok. I keep getting bad feelings about you over there. Come home to me soon." "Debbie, all the horses in Spain couldn't stop me from getting home to you." "It's not the horses I'm worried about. It's one woman," she said softly. "Relax, baby. You're working yourself up for nothing. I'm here in my room, alone. I have a long day of work ahead of me, and I'll be traveling to another city day after tomorrow. I barely have time to breath." "I know I'm being silly. Just remember we're waiting her for you. I'm waiting here for you." "It's what keeps me going." "Ok. Get your beauty sleep, and call us tomorrow." "I'll do that. And never doubt that I love you more than anything." "I love you, too." I hung up with her words stinging me. But she had nothing to worry about. If Chris and I misbehaved a little 4000 miles from home, it would do nothing to stop me from going home to her. Nothing. Throwing on a robe after my shower, I headed to the room next door. Chris was still in the bathroom, so I picked up the items she'd tossed on the bed, laid them over a chair, and turned down the sheets, where I waited for my playmate. I woke with a start to find my boss going down on me. I must have dozed off waiting. She was lying at an angle to me, relaxed, leaning over my thigh, her mouth holding my entire cock. When she started I was completely soft, but her attention had me growing in her attentive mouth, until it was too much for her to take it all. I was totally relaxed and completely enthralled by her efforts. I was able to reach out and caress her full ass, feeling her smooth skin, while she brought me along, from softness, to hardness, to aching need. I watched her straddle me, lifting up nice and high, and working the head of my cock against her soft pussy lips, rubbing it back and forth, opening her up, before she slid down a bit, taking me in her. She worked me slowly, pressing down further and further, until she was sitting down firmly on my cock, absorbing the entire length. "I'm sorry this took so long. I hope it was worth the wait," she said, leaning over me. "Worth every damned minute," I assured her, reaching my head forward and capturing her nipple. She rocked her hips back and forth while I tongued her tits, sucking each nipple hard, nibbling and licking to my hearts content. "Squeeze them Jack," she moaned for me. I reached my hands up and used her tits more roughly, squeezing and twisting, tugging on her nipples, giving her little bites, sucking her nipples deep in my mouth, holding them with my teeth while I tongued the hard little tips. I could feel her getting off on the roughness, and continued the play, squeezing them hard, slapping them, first gently, then more sharply, when she moaned out loud. Her hips were moving faster, grinding down against me. I tugged her nipple with my teeth, pulling it hard, and she cried out, coming hard on my cock. I took both nipples in my fingers and twisted, yielding more groans and sexy moans. When her hips slowed down, I relented, rubbing her tortured tits, kissing them gently. "Wow, that was intense," she whispered, as she lowered her torso and rested on me. "Raise your hips up, baby," I told her before taking her lips with mine. With a little room to work, I thrust up into her, holding her thighs while I pounded into her from below. Her tongue was exploring my mouth, reaching deep, running across my molars, filling me. I was holding nothing back, needing to come in her so badly. I squeezed her ass cheeks, and fucked her as fast and hard as I could, feeling my own need peaking, until I pulled her down onto my cock and filled her. She just rested on me, sighing. "Mmm, so good," she whispered, kissing my neck, where her head rested. We were both thoroughly exhausted, and we stretched out side-by-side, kissing and talking softly. She told me all about the attention the men had been giving her. "They are so wild, touching me all over, caressing me, brushing against my ass, my breasts, whispering, nibbling on my ears. It's almost too much," she confessed. "I was getting so hot, teasing them, knowing that I'd be coming back here with you." "Lucky me," I told her with a grin. "You didn't seem to be doing so bad yourself. The Major certainly seemed interested," she reminded me. "Ana Isabel? Interesting but a little scary. Very cool and standoffish, and always watching everything, taking everything in. She's a shark disguised as a woman," I told her. "A very pretty woman, I'd say." "Not as pretty as at least one hot lady I can think of." "Keep it up. Flattery will get you everywhere." I hadn't really thought about Ana Isabel in a serious way. Our flirtation was fun, but with no hope of going anywhere. She was tall, slender, with a fair complexion and very dark hair. If she had much of a body, it was hard to tell under the conservative suit she was wearing. But her face was beautiful in a classically Spanish way. Long, straight nose, thin lips, deep haunting eyes. One could get lost in those eyes. "Be careful with her. She carries a lot of influence. Apparently she's some relation to the royal line," Chris warned me. "But I don't imagine that would rein you in much." "Believe me, the only woman I'm after on this trip, is already in my grasp." Her hand was tugging on me, gently working to get me ready for another go. When she saw a little progress, she slid down the bed and used her talented mouth to finish the task. When I was hard enough for her, she turned her back to me and lifted her leg. I moved in behind her, sinking my cock back inside my lovely bedmate, filling her. I was able to pull her close, reaching my arms around her and playing with her sensitive breasts while I enjoyed her, at great length, and great depth. She came for me once more, but much more gently, talking to me, telling me as I got her closer and closer, finally gasping as she yielded to me completely. She was much quieter after that, half-asleep, while I took her at my own pace, until I was able to finish inside her. I rolled over and placed a wakeup call downstairs, before I cuddled up behind her and drifted off. It wasn't even 10 o'clock. --- In the morning, we had another leisurely liaison, before she headed off to the bathroom. As much as I hated to do it, I headed down to the tiny room they called a gym, and spent 30 minutes on the treadmill imagining catching Amie and having my way with her. Back in the room I took a quick shower, and did a quick email check, notifying the team of our progress. CvsN 24: Spanish Treasure On base, Captain Perez led me to the central data center, where a backup system was ready for the install. We had a small team, Captain Perez, Enrique, one of the contractors from the day before, Sargent Jimenez, the system admin, and Ana Isabel, seemingly in the role of observer. The install went pretty smoothly, with one small hiccup we were able to resolve in about half-an-hour. We were ready to bring it up and establish the live connections to the two main databases by lunch. We took a well deserved break, relaxing over a meal in the Officer's Mess, before going back and lighting up the system. Our test code found a database inconsistency right away, but I was able to fix that, with some help from the Sargent, and by three o'clock, all lights were go. Major de Borbon called in and let them know that the install looked complete, and we'd passed all the initial tests and had established all of our connections. With an Ok from on high, we went live, watching the display change, units changing color as the maintenance history, combined with the available supplies, reported expected longevity before failure. Within the hour we had reports showing two shortages that needed addressing, and the results that could be expected once those were filled. It was a complete success. Ana Isabel came over beaming. "That's perfect. Can we bring in the entire squadron, and see live results?" I sat back and let Captain Perez drive. "Go ahead, Pablo. Bring in all three if you like. Let's see what we've got." By five o'clock we were displaying the data on the big overhead, for the full brass. Everyone seemed excited, and the room was charged with energy. I think the fact that Captain Perez was able to run the show, bringing up the information on demand, swapping between screens, and drilling down to individual systems, helped immensely. I'd spotted one minor flaw in the display, but kept it to myself. It was hardly critical, and I suspected I knew the fix; shouldn't take more than a couple of hours to take care of it. That was when I found out just how capable the Major was. She settled in next to me, and whispered my same observation. "It's a bug?" "Yes. Minor. I think it's just a matter of display order. I'll have it fixed tonight," I told her. "No. Give it to your team to fix, and have them notify me when it's ready. I'd like to give BCS a chance to work on it. It'll probably take them a week or more, but it will give them a chance to delve into the code. If you don't mind." I nodded. "Sounds good. How much do you want me to tell them about the problem?" "Nothing. Just point it out and I'll let them figure it out." Ouch. Better them than me I guessed. She was tough. "You'll be too busy anyway. They're going to want to celebrate tonight. We'll let the system burn-in, and we'll take a pager, in case anything big happens." Ana-Maria was right. The project was already considered a big success, giving them more logistical info than any other system available. It was even a step above our internal systems, although I doubted it would stay that way long. Our night was already planned for us. We'd head downtown to enjoy some tapas near Plaza Mayor, then head to Corral de la Moreria, the city's best Flamenco show and restaurant, in the heart of the old city. We drove back to our hotel, where we quickly freshened up before the drivers appeared to take us downtown. Let me put this out there. The Spanish play hard. We had two hours of tapas before we even hit the restaurant. Our group was pretty big, nearly a dozen in all. And pretty diverse. We had a general, two colonels, and a smattering of other ranks. Captain Perez was the lowest ranking man with us. Interestingly, there were three pretty, young lieutenants joining us. It balanced the numbers nicely. Chris was still the center of much of the attention, and I was happy enough to stay in the background, with Captain Perez and Major de Borbon as my guides. They kept me filled in on who everyone was, and guided me through the myriad snacks and drinks available, reminding me to take it easy, the dinner was still to come. During the first couple of stops, we had a chance to mingle with everyone, discussing our success, and being entertained with tales of old Madrid, and the various establishments carefully selected for us. The young ladies were all assistants to the flag officers, and were dressed for a night on the town, while most of the men remained in uniform. Looking around, I realized all the women were dressed well, for a night on the town. Including the Major who cleaned up very nicely. "No uniform?" I asked Ana Isabel. "Not going out. Differences in rank cause too much attention from the casual observer," she explained. "So you keep an outfit like this around, just in case?" I asked, picking at the sleeve of her form fitting burgundy sheath dress. It was perfect for her, and my best guess was that it was designed that way. With her stiletto heals she was over six feet, towering over the other women and several of the men. "No," she laughed. "I knew the plans, if everything went smoothly. This is a very big deal for these men. They, how do you say, went on a limb, to get this project." "Great. No pressure." I chuckled. Her smile was nice. "No, Jack. No pressure for you. You did very well. Nobody believed it would be ready this quickly. We were anticipating at least six to eight more weeks, and one more visit. Our experience with contractors meeting deadlines is not that good. You have done a great thing here." The tapas lounges were very crowded. They kept us all very close together, and I fell in with the Spanish way, reaching around Ana Isabel, and pulling her close as we sidled up to the bar. She didn't seem to mind. Not at all. I guess the surroundings, so different from the Officer's club, let her relax a little more. Tapas are small snacks, eaten standing, while having a drink. Each of the tapas houses seemed to have their own specialty, so I let Pablo and Ana Isabel choose for me. By our third restaurant, I was feeding the snacks to Ana Isabel. She had a sparkle in her eye. "You don't seem very American, Jack. You have the forwardness of a Spaniard," she said, reaching up to my lips with a piece of chorizo, and popping it in my mouth. "And how are Americans?" I asked. "Oh, you know. Very loud, very demanding. And yet very withdrawn around the women, or way too aggressive," she explained. I pulled her closer, running my finger across her lips, while my hand slid down to her hip. "I believe you know the wrong Americans, or they know the wrong Spanish women." She giggled. "I know what I know. I have met very many Americans, and many other nationalities. You have the heart of a Spaniard." "You are too kind, beautiful lady. But I'm just your average Joe," I insisted. "I believe there is nothing average about you." She looked into my eyes as she said it, and I felt my pulse quicken. I reached up and held her chin, tempted to lean down and kiss her. I leaned in close, our faces only inches apart. "Thank you, cariño. And I know there is nothing average about you. You take my breath away." She leaned back and laughed out loud. "Oh, that much I already know." She moved in close and whispered in my ear, "but maybe you will find out." What that meant had me puzzled, but I was content to continue our flirting ways. I was distraught when Pablo sidled up behind her, much closer than I would have normally expected, but this was Madrid. "We are moving on, time for the dinner and the dance!" We walked the few blocks to the restaurant, and made our way through the crowded entrance to our reserved table. We were seated right up front, and Chris and I were both seated almost on the stage. Only Ana Isabel was between me and the raised dance area, and on the opposite side of the table, Chris was wedged in tightly between the Colonel and the General, whose name I'd already forgotten. Pablo leaned in, reading my mind. "General Castillo." Then he put his hand on my arm, "Thank you much, Jack, for this opportunity. It is very good for me to be here." I laughed and gave him an abrazo - "You earned it Pablo. You're good." He smiled, "You know and I know, you left those problems for me to find. You would not miss something like that. I now know that." "Ah, but you knew enough to find it. I didn't have to lead you or anything!" We laughed, and toasted our mutual success. I turned my attention back to the lovely Ana Isabel, who was grinning at us. "What you did was nice for him. To give him the opportunity to find your flaws, and to let him run the show," she told me, as they brought us our opening salvo, a glass of dry sherry, and some paper thin sliced ham, jamon serrano, and fois-gras salad. She sipped her sherry. "I think you are a nice man." I leaned in, putting my arm around her shoulders, and pressed my lips against her ear. "I can be naughty too." She turned and looked at me, curious. "Naughty?" "Not nice, but in a fun way," I explained. "Mmm. Naughty. I like that." Across from us, I could see that Chris was feeling no pain, and was being openly fondled by both men. Their hands seemed to never leave her body, touching her arms, her shoulders, her side, her leg. She caught my eye and smiled, seemingly content to be given so much attention. I tasted the ham, then offered a bite to Ana Isabel, who ate it daintily from my fingers. The hand behind her back I moved to her neck, under her long raven hair, gently stroking the hairline. "It is as I said: you are no American. An American would be way too polite, or if he was forward, he might try to kiss me, here in public. But you are romantic. The touching, the tasting, the feeding. The intimacy with delicacy. You belong here." Looking around the table, I saw what she meant. The women were given inordinate attention, openly admired and caressed, but nothing overtly sexual. It was exciting. I turned to Pablo, and saw his attention was to his other side, and the attractive young woman laughing with him. I turned back to Ana Isabel who was watching me like a hawk. A hungry hawk. "You don't miss anything, do you?" "Ah! So you are getting to know me. That is good," she laughed reaching up and brushing my hair back. "I love your hair. So curly, so full. In this way you are not American either." I smiled. "Very American. More American than most American's. My father is Hawaiian." "True?" she asked, sounding intrigued. "True. My great-great grandmother had a single name. One of the Kamehameha blood-line. Very long, very American bloodlines. Just as you are very, very Spanish, no?" She smiled. "It is my burden. It brings too much attention," she confessed. "I think it is your beauty that brings so much attention," I told her. "No. Most men are frightened of me, and of my family. The Military is a very good place for me," she explained. I had only finished half of my first course, when it was being whisked away, replaced with a small portion of lobster and scallops. A bottle of wine was placed between us. "Ah, langosta, my favorite," Ana Isabel sighed, taking her fork and spearing a chunk of the lobster. I reached up to catch a drop of butter from the bottom of her lip. I pressed my finger against her lips and she opened her lips a hair and sucked it softly. I pulled away, my blood boiling, and poured our wine, before trying the scallops. "Tell me more of your heritage," she asked. "Not too much to tell. My father's family traces back to the early 1800's before the records die out. One of Kamehameha II's daughter's, an Infanta in your country, married a westerner. My surname is surprisingly common among the Hawaiian's even now. You'll see many of us on the board of the Kamehameha school, and even in local politics." "What happened to the Kamehameha bloodline?" she asked. It figured that royal lines and ascension would be interesting to her. I explained about Kamehameha V's untimely death, and failure to appoint a living successor. One of my great-great-aunts was asked to take the role, but turned it down. With the influx of US ways, and a concerted effort to stamp out the Hawaiian language and much of our culture, we lost much of our history. "Is there no effort to re-establish yourselves, your own sovereignty?" she asked. "None sufficient to ever go anywhere. Dole took much of my family's land at my great-grandfather's death bed. We've tried for years to reclaim it, but no success. My grandfather joined the military, World War II, and my father joined and fought in Korea and Vietnam. A retired Air Force Colonel now. I've never lived in Hawaii, but I've been back several times, and my family is very open to us. Each time I return there are great parties and it as if we never left. In the northern islands, family is very important." "As it should be. You are an interesting man, Jack," she said with a smile. I was really growing to like that smile. We made our way through another entree, accompanied by another bottle of wine, two desserts and a glass of sherry. Before the dancer's arrived, I was feeling no pain, and was daring more, caressing her side, stroking her leg, and feeding her ice cream from my spoon. She was such a delight to dine with, I was enamored with the entire situation. I leaned in and nibbled on her ear. "I am the luckiest man here, to be sharing a meal with you." She sighed, leaning closer to me. "I believe I am the lucky one. You are a very interesting, very handsome man. You are making all the ladies jealous, pouring all your attention on me." She turned to me, locking eyes. "Are you single Jack? Or do you hide your ring when you travel. Like your pretty boss." "I'm single." I assured her, not wanting to go into detail about my living arrangements. "That is hard to believe. You would not stay single long, here." "How is it you are still single? Or am I wrong?" I asked her "By choice. My family entertains some ideas of who I should marry, but I prefer not to, at this time," she said cautiously. "But perhaps someday?" I asked. "With the right one, perhaps. But it is difficult." I didn't want to pry any further. "The world is a strange place," I said softly. "It is strange, but it can be wonderful." I smiled for her, stroking her cheek. "Yes it can. And rarely more wonderful than this." She took my hand and softly kissed my fingers. "Yes." The dancing troupe appeared on stage and we were entertained by a flurry of artists as the time flew by. After the main artist finished, several people left our table, and everyone moved down, while strangers took their seats. Pablo patted me on the shoulder, and I was embarrassed that I hadn't spoken two words to him since the appetizer. "Tomorrow morning, Jack. Ten o'clock. We leave for Zaragoza." "I'll see you then, Pablo, goodnight," I told him. He answered, "Good luck," and gave me a wink. I turned to Ana Isabel, who smiled knowingly. "Damn woman, must you know everything?" I asked. She smiled beautifully. "Yes, I must." "How long does this party last," I asked her, massaging her neck once more. "We can leave anytime. It continues for another two hours," she answered. Across from us, Chris was standing, with the help of her two attentive hosts. She leaned toward me. "We're headed out. I'll see you at breakfast in the morning?" she asked. "See you then," I told her. Did that mean she didn't want to see me tonight, or was she covering her tracks? I guess only time would tell. Ana Isabel was still watching. Taking in everything. "Would you like to stay?" I asked her. "Only if you want to," she answered. I stood and pulled her chair out. She rose and took my hand leading the way out of the crowded restaurant, while newcomers fought for our choice seats. On the street, I pulled her close, walking up to the main avenue. "Do you need to go home soon?" She smiled for me, her hand reaching down and sliding into my back pants pocket. "I can stay out a while longer," she offered. "What did you have in mind." I hope that meant the same in Spain as it did back home. "Come with me to my hotel, I don't want this evening to end yet." "As you wish," she said hugging me close. At my hotel I was nervous, inviting her upstairs. Yet she came along easily enough. With the door closed, my sweet guest turned to me waiting. I leaned down, nuzzling her neck, holding her in my arms. I caressed her skin, and ran my hands down her smooth sides. My kisses were falling around her face, on her neck and cheeks. I worked up the courage and held her face still while I slowly pressed my lips against hers, gently nudging the tip of my tongue against her lips, parting them. I brushed against her perfect teeth, and was rewarded with feeling her tongue fleetingly meet mine. I don't know what it was about this woman, no child this one, but she had me trembling in need. The extended flirting all evening had my every nerve on edge, and I pulled her closer, exploring her mouth with mine. After a couple of minutes she slowly pulled away, smiling. "It is the Hawaiian in you. That is no American kiss." "Oh really? And how many Hawaiians have you kissed?" I teased. "Not enough apparently," she laughed. She pulled away, and sat on the edge of the bed, picking up the phone and calling downstairs for Champagne. It would be interesting explaining that one on my expense report. She patted the bed at her side and I sat down while she reached down to remove her heels. "Allow me, please," I told her, pulling her legs into my lap, and removing first one, and then the other shoe from her poor feet. She was wearing stockings and I massaged her feet while she leaned back against the pillows and sighed. "The things we women go through to look good for our men," she said, while I kneaded the soles of each foot. I turned and rubbed her ankles and worked up to her calves, still a few inches below the tightly fitted dress bottom. I was thorough and attentive, in no hurry, and was surprised by the knock on my door. I let the waiter in, with a tray and bottle of bubbly on ice, and signed the bill, adding a 10 euro tip. The total was surprisingly reasonable. I expected a Dom Perignon, or perhaps Perrier-Jouet Fleur, but the heavy bottle with a simple white label, surprised me. "One of our finer Cavas," Ana Isabel explained, "a match for any champagne in the world. That year is particularly fine." I popped the cork and poured us each a glass, which I tasted. I have little knowledge of wines, and less of champagnes, but the taste was clean, very little sweetness, and a blend of fruity flavors that was perfect for the moment. "I wish they had a '99, but that will have to wait for another day." Ana Isabel stood, and finished her glass. "I hope you don't mind if I get a little more comfortable." She smiled and turned away from me, allowing me to unzip her dress. She eased it down her body, folded it over her arm, and placed it on the chair. She turned back to me, and smiled, knowing full well how good she looked, and what she was doing to me. She had on nearly see-through black panties and bra. Intricate designs covered the bra, with a lacy scalloped top, and embroidered pink roses between her pert breasts, and where the strap met the cup on one side. The rose motif was continued on the panties, which were a little less transparent in front, with lacy sides embracing her hips. The garter around her waist ended just above the panties, hiding nothing, with long straps reaching several inches down her thighs to hold up her sheer stockings. The stockings alone probably cost at much as my whole wardrobe. I was dumb-struck. She seemed to be waiting for a comment but I was helpless before her stunning sexiness. "Words. There are no words..." was all I could mumble. CvsN 24: Spanish Treasure She leaned down and kissed me. "Thank you. That's just the effect I was hoping for." She stepped aside, and gestured me upward. "Come now, wouldn't you like to get a little more comfortable as well?" I removed my jacket, shirt and tie, carefully placing them to the side. She was watching me in that way she had, taking in every detail, and I was suddenly self-conscious. Which is not like me at all. But my simple dark boxers were so inadequate, against the perfection of her lingerie. I removed my pants and socks. She was still mostly covered, if in the most tantalizing of ways. I hooked my thumbs in my waistband, considering baring all, but in the end left them on. That seemed to get a nod of approval from my gorgeous guest. She leaned back on the bed, her position carefully posed, legs together, one knee raised, hands behind her head, pushing her breasts forward. I wished I was a painter, it was an image that deserved to be eternalized. I climbed on the bed and stretched out beside her, taking her in my arms and kissing her softly, tasting her. My hand stroked her satiny smooth skin, giving me goosebumps. She pushed me away for a second. "Jack, it has been a wonderful evening, and I long for more, but I can't be with you fully tonight. Do you understand?" "I am ecstatic with things as they are. I'm happy to go only as far as you wish to," I told her, gently running my finger down her exposed cleavage. She giggled, "Not as I wish, no, we cannot go that far." She rolled to me and kissed me passionately, adding curl to my hair. We heard a scream of pleasure from the room next to us. The loud "Yes, Yes, YES!" sounded distinctly like my boss. Ana Isabel and I looked to each other, and we both broke out laughing. "A night for celebration, I think," she finally managed to say. I leaned over and kissed the valley between her breasts. "A great night for celebration," I told her smiling. "Then let us celebrate," she said softly. She allowed me great leeway, within the limits set by her lingerie. I was able to caress and kiss her breasts, and when I pulled the cups down to expose her hard nipples to my lips, she moaned for me. When I was satisfied with my intimate knowledge of her breasts, I kissed and licked my way down her body, moving over her leg and positioning myself between her thighs. She reached down and unsnapped her stockings, getting the taut straps out of our way, and I spent a long glorious time growing familiar with the skin exposed to me. Getting ever closer to the thin piece of nearly transparent black silkiness, I finally ran my tongue the length of her, pushing against her, trying to feel the nuances of the skin just out of my reach. She spoke softly of what I was doing, encouraging me, and I had to test my boundaries. I reached down and pulled the material to the side exposing her. My lips instinctively moved forward, capturing hers and sucking. "Careful," she warned, but didn't stop me. I tried to bring all my experience to bear, teasing her endlessly, opening her just a bit, brushing against her covered clit tentatively, gently. As my efforts became more and more intimate, and receiving no further warnings, I licked her deeply, sliding my tongue inside of her, and running it the length of her beautiful opening. She was clean shaven, and the soft skin was driving me crazy. I slid a finger inside of her, then another, and poured my heart into pleasuring her. My efforts were rewarded, and she reached down and held the material aside, giving me even further access. My fingers located her sensitivity, and I worked her carefully, looking for the right responses, and whenever I'd find one, I'd continue what I was doing, feeling her need increasing. When she pulled her legs back wide, I stroked her insides firmly while my tongue painted her portrait directly over her exposed nub. Her hands on my head, pulling me against her, combined with her sensuous cries of pleasure told me she was nearly there, and I continued my motions, picking up the pace slightly, adding just a hint of additional force. Her orgasm was incredible, setting her body to trembling while I carefully teased her clit, gently now, careful of her sensitivity. When her legs finally settled beside me, I gave her glorious pleasure garden one last kiss, straightened her panties, and moved up beside her, wiping her moisture from my face. She turned and kissed me, deeply and soulfully, her desire for me rising to the surface. "You test my willpower, Jack." "You are a national treasure," I told her. "I'm surprised they don't have you locked in a safe within the royal walls." I teased. My little joke must have hit a sore spot. She looked sad for a moment. "If you only knew how close that is to being true," she said softly. "If it were, it would be the greatest shame I could imagine," I told her, caressing her body once more. She reached out and rolled me onto my back, her soft, slender hand sliding down my chest and stomach. My boxers were standing upright, my hardness begging for release. She leaned in and kissed me softly, while her hand slid into my boxers, brushing the length of my cock. "I should not be doing this, Jack. But I am weak." Her hand grasped me and stroked me, gently, feeling my length. Then she was sliding down the bed, pulling my boxers down and freeing me at last. She brought her patrician mouth to my hardness, her tongue flicking out and tasting me, testing me. When her mouth engulfed me, at long last, I moaned for her. She was more playful then passionate, sucking me easily, stroking me while she watched my response. Her mouth never left me for too long, but frequently she would pull away, kissing my shaft, running her tongue over my balls, sucking each gently. She planted dozens of kisses on my thighs and on my belly, her tongue tickling me. But always she returned to the amazing sucking, looking up to me, staring into my eyes while I filled her mouth. "I'm getting close," I warned her, far sooner than I would have expected, when her motions had yielded their desired intent. She pulled back, stroking my stiffness, licking the head of my cock. "Come for me Jack, show me your strongness." With a groan I blasted my cum the length of my abs, twice, before she moved her head over my cock and took me in her mouth, capturing the rest of my release, sucking me to completion, and continuing afterwards, leaving me half-hard. She pulled back, and moved up my body, her tongue following the trails of white, licking me clean. It was beautiful, sexy, and had me hard for her again, before she finished. While cleaning me, she moved over my legs, sliding her body over my cock. When I poked her between her breasts, she turned to her side and looked down. "Mother of God, you tempt me," she murmured. I watched in amazement as she straddled me, pressing her barely covered pussy against my hardness, sliding back and forth on me. She put her hands on my chest, and ground her hips back and forth, massaging my length with her protected opening. She leaned over me, bringing her face to mine, and kissed me again. "I want to, Jack. God, how I want to. But I can't. Please understand." She looked anguished. I pulled her close, enveloping her in my arms, while her hips continued to grind against me. "Not tonight then. This is already an evening to be treasured. I don't want you regretting this time with me." She sat up and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hand formed a fist and pounded down against my chest. "It's not fair!" she cried out, pounding me repeatedly, tears coming to her eyes. When the force of her blows became little more than pats, I pulled her close again and kissed her. "Life is not fair," I told her, "But we steal from it what we can, and are thankful for the moments like this." She held me tight, desperately so, and sobbed into my shoulder. I could feel her tears streaming down my skin. I held her, softly caressing her back, kissing her cheek and neck, hushing her, until she slowly regained control. She rolled off of me, reaching up and delicately rubbing the tears away from below her eyes, carefully trying to avoid ruining her makeup. She sniffled, "You must think me silly, carrying on like this." "I think you are wonderful, and I thank you for trusting me enough to allow me to see this side of you." I told her. "Ha!" she laughed. "The journalists would love to see me now, wouldn't they? Behaving like a little schoolgirl." "Fuck them," I told her. "You are an amazing woman, and should be able to behave however you please." She sat up and kissed me again, long and tender. Then she quietly turned away, and starting the process of getting dressed. Each movement had me yearning to tear her clothes off and ravish her. I watched her reach over and take the phone, dialing an outside line. "Carlos? Please come for me now." She gave him the hotel name, then stood and finished dressing. I stood and started to dress but she stopped me. "Please, no need. Let me remember you like this," she said softly, pushing me back to the bed, and kissing me softly. I didn't like the sound of that. It sounded terribly final. She stood in front of the mirror, arranging her hair, and looking back at me on occasion. Then she reached into her purse and reapplied her lipstick and mascara, soon looking as beautiful as when we first arrived. She turned and refilled our glasses with the delightful Spanish bubbly. "A toast," she offered. "To the most amazing woman I've ever met," I said. "No," she shook her head adamantly. "To a wonderful evening, and memories to last a lifetime." I stood and clinked glasses with her, taking a sip. "And to the most amazing woman I've ever met," I insisted. "And to a man who could change the future, and erase the past, if a woman were brave enough," she whispered, closing her eyes and draining her glass. She turned and walked out of my room, closing the door firmly behind her. * * * * Where to from here? You'll have to read on to find out! And remember, as they say in Chicago, Vote, and vote often! (Except for the often part, just once is good enough)