1 comments/ 65352 views/ 6 favorites Our Trip to Spain Ch. 01 By: rogerenjoyslooking This story is based on fact with very little embellishment and is therefore quite mild in comparison to other stories. I am very interested in any feedback you may like to offer. * We arrived in Spain late in the evening, after a short flight from the UK. The September temperature was very comfortable and would allow for some leisurely activities without running from place to place to avoid the rain. We booked into our hotel, which was situated just across the road from a shingle beach with just the occasional beachfront bars, bustling with tourists having their evening meals. Our room was on the first floor with a sliding patio window and balcony overlooking the beach. My mind was already in overdrive merely thinking about the possibilities for some amorous adventures for the week ahead. After a quiet snack and a short walkabout to get our bearings, we headed for bed and soon fell asleep. At breakfast the following morning the sun was quite warm so we decided to do some sightseeing. You dressed in my favourite white cheesecloth blouse and a mid calf white wraparound skirt that you had bought on a previous holiday. The blouse is made little more interesting as it is a little on the tight side, and tends to gape slightly around your bust. It was obvious to anyone who noticed that you had decided not to wear your bra. The combination of the sunshine silhouetting you through your clothes and the breeze blowing through your blonde hair made it impossible to take my gaze away from you as we trundled through the narrow streets. We were persuaded to take in a sightseeing tour on a horse drawn carriage, to the delight of the driver, who knew all to well, how to position his mirror and turned around regularly to sneak glimpses of your firm nipples straining against the white blouse. We arrived back at our hotel around lunchtime and decided to opt for a light lunch on the terrace and enjoyed leisurely Tapas with a couple of glasses of wine before sauntering back into our hotel to get changed for the beach. To my delight you decided to wear the snakeskin bikini that I had bought you on a previous holiday. You looked absolutely stunning, as it showed off your tanned shapely body perfectly: The bikini was made from a very thin fabric; the simple, quite narrow panels had a snakeskin design and fitted almost as a second skin. Both the top and bottom could be adjusted by drawing the panels along the strings; the bottom is also tied at the sides. I know that this suit makes your feel very sexy; remembering what happen the last time you wore it. We were watching a couple making love on a nearby boat in a bay in Majorca, you were so aroused, that you could not resist the temptation to slide your fingers into the flimsy gusset of the bikini showing how much you were turned on, then brought yourself to a pleasurable climax for me. We found a seclude spot along the shingle beach on put our towels under the shade of one of the trees lining the shore, "Rub some lotion on my back." you asked, as you turned on to your stomach. I began to squirt the oily liquid onto my hand and I started on your upper back. You were smiling contently as you wiggled your body to a more comfortable position. I was enjoying myself and proudly looking at you, such an attractive woman with a beautiful figure, only slightly exposed. I continued to rub the lotion into your lower back and sensually over your thighs, and continued the massage, working down slowly to your toes, making your completely relaxed until you seemed to be dozing, and I was quite happy just to watch the talent walking by. Then as always, after a while when just lying on a beach, I start to get bored, and so to liven up the situation I decided to play with you and maybe get you in a playful mood for the rest of the day. As you dozed I playfully ran my fingers slowly along the edge of your bikini top and widened the gap between your breasts, so that the edges of your areolas were just visible; the lower half of the top tends to rise up with movement anyway. Your bikini bottom is again made from the same thin narrow material, not lined, and tied neatly at the hips with bows. So being the insatiable show off that I am, I slowly slid the waistband of your bikini down with my little finger as I caressed your flat stomach with my palm, until the top of your neatly trimmed landing strip was clearly visible. Then slipped my finger along the fabric edge to your groin having the effect of leaving the crotch of your bottom noticeably gaping. Much to the amusement of a youngish guy probably mid 20s who although wearing sun glasses was clearly watching every move. It seemed like eternity waiting until you woke up properly, to see if you would get up and walk with your bikini in the arrangement I had left it. I was finally so frustrated with anticipation, that I woke you, suggesting we go along the beach to a bar for a couple of cocktails. When you got up and shook the towels, your firm breasts left little to the imagination and your bottoms gapped as I had left them. You smiled innocently and took my hand, my heart thumping with stimulation as we walked past numerous people to the beach bar. The bar was fairly quiet and we sat on high stools at the edge of the bar resting our feet on each others seat. The barman could only see us from the waist upwards, and on seeing you took no time in approaching us to take our order, but seemed to linger, chatting to us as he mixed the drinks. All this time my hand was resting on your thigh, until I gradually moved my fingers up and slid them carefully into the front of your bikini pulling the fabric away from your mound and gently caressing your neatly trimmed pubic hair with the backs of my fingers. You could not move my hand away as it would have been obvious to the barman what we were doing. A few minutes later he reluctantly moved away to serve another customer who had been waiting patiently at a table, you asked me what the hell I thought I was doing. I replied by asking you if you were enjoying the attention you whispered "yes, but that isn't the point". At this stage, the erotic charge between us made me even bolder and I dared to pull one of the strings tying the bottoms, slackening the whole gusset, and then cautiously moved the thin fabric over to expose even more of your intimacy, I was ecstatic to see that your lips were now slightly swollen and glistening with excitement. I couldn't believe how daring we were and how mutually erotic the moment. We were sitting in a quiet part of an open beach bar with me subtly caressing your trimmed pussy; anyone that may have passed close to us could easily have seen our audacious foreplay. The barman returned and continued talking then began to blatantly take every opportunity to openly look at the exposure of your soft breasts, arousing you to the extent that you moved your arm, willing your aching nipples to escape from the narrowed flimsily top and show him what he wanted Myself, I just wanted to rip off the bikini and fuck your right there, especially when you lifted your elbow to the bar causing you left nipple to pop into view. The turn on for both of us was tremendous as I continued to rub you discreetly whist making inane conversation with him. We finished our drinks thought we had better head back to our hotel before we got too carried away. Then you, bravely knowing very well my penchant to voyeur you, allowed me to retie the bottoms knowing that I would tie it as low and loose as possible, but you adjusted your top just to cover your nipple leaving only the darkened edge exposed. The 10 minute walk back along the beachfront and through the hotel to our room was very intense. You walked beside me without adjusting your bikini but needed to pull it up occasionally when you thought it might fall down completely, and only holding your towel in front of your when you saw someone inappropriate coming towards us. Such was the eroticism of that walk, I felt that my cock was so hard it could have exploded. Once in our room I laid your on the bed and peeled away the crotch of your bikini and slowly kissed and probed your with my tongue, keeping you on the very verge of a climax, then stopping, so as to keep your in a intense state of arousal for the evening ahead. You protested, but knew this daring level of foreplay always heightened our sexual needs and primed us for a lust filled evening. Our Trip to Spain Ch. 02 This story is based on fact with very little embellishment and is therefore quite mild in comparison to other stories. Also I would be very interested in any feedback you may like to offer. I feel you may enjoy this story more if you read Part 1 first After the afternoon's excitement we were more than just looking forward to a very sexy evening. You know I always enjoy watching as you dress to go out, but this evening you mischievously suggested that you would join me in the bar once you were ready. Although somewhat disappointed, my only consolation was the anticipation of knowing that you were still highly aroused and would wear something quite revealing. I wandered down to the bar and ordered some drinks and eagerly waited for you to appear: Always a head turner, your impeccable make up, scrunched blonde hair highlighting your well balanced figure. You're my dream lover. The wife that enjoys all things that makes her husband happy to be with her. 15 minutes or so later I could hear the distinct clatter of your heels. My heart started beating faster and I felt a rush of excitement and anticipation as you came down the stairs into the bar. Then the feeling of immediate rapture as I was delighted to see you dressed for pure lust, wearing only your two piece white suit, the jacket, one of my favorites, is held together by only two buttons, one of which is placed just below your bust line and one slightly lower, and gold colored high-heeled shag-me shoes, which certainly complimented your legs under the medium length skirt. Your tanned breasts nicely exposed with a generous amount of cleavage. Your mere presence generated a fair bit of attention on its own and I could see other men in the bar sneaking a look at you, which excited me even more. We hadn't booked a restaurant for the evening, so we strolled along some of the quaint alleyways and checked out some of the smaller restaurants before settling for a romantic candle lit bodega. The waiter who was a typical Latin type, slim and good looking, introduced himself as Pete and showed us to our table then slowly pulled out your chair for you to sit, I am sure it was to catch a glimpse of your slightly exposed breasts. I whispered how horny it made me, to see the way other men looked at you and knew by your response that it had the same effect on you. You looked so sensual. I got real pleasure sitting across from you as we picked from a tasty selection of Tapas and didn't even pester you in my usual way for you to undo some buttons. You looked fantastic just the way you were. Our waiter seemed hooked on you, giving you a lot of personal attention, which always flatters you, and you returned his compliments in a quite flirtatious manner, His attention to detail was impeccable and he made sure we were well satisfied with our meal and service. After we finished eating, the waiter suggested we might like to take our coffees at the bar downstairs which was more relaxing. The look in your eyes said it all as you gestured for him to show us the way. You looked very seductive as you shuffled onto the bar stool giving the obliging waiter occasional glimpses inside your jacket as he took his time meticulously pouring our coffee and liqueurs. As the evening progressed the mood became more intense and you started flirting with the barman who introduced himself as the owner, his name was Carlo. He was probably in his early fifties; you could tell by his fit appearance that he looked after himself well. He was certainly more than happy to chat, amusing you with double entendres and that sort of thing, all the time savoring your gorgeous sensuality and seemed a little annoyed when he had to go to serve someone else. As he moved away, I looked you strait in the eye then slowly and deliberately undid the top button of your jacket. You knew exactly what I craved. I think you must have been really turned on, as you made no attempt to stop me. Another drink was poured and I moved slightly away from you so that I could enjoy the scene. The sexual feeling was euphoric, knowing that on his return he would easily be able see inside your jacket, your full breast and even the erect nipple. When he came back he became more confident now that he knew the game, even complimenting you on your outfit and the way you wore it. The fact that this stranger was enjoying looking at your almost naked breasts was mutually very arousing We were wondering where to go next and asked him if he could suggest any good venues that would suit us. He mentioned that there was a vibrant jazz club nearby that may interest us. It was further down the road and he said that he goes there most nights after he closes, and, if we went in with him, we would not have to queue. We decided to take him up on his offer and finished our drinks while we waited for him. He was now noticeably looking down at your semi exposed breast at every opportunity as he chatted and tidied up. When we arrived at the jazz club, Carlo spoke to the doorman who allowed us in immediately. We were ushered upstairs to the bar and dance floor where a jazz quartet were playing smoochy music. He ordered the drinks and we sat down at a table near the edge of the dance floor, the mood was becoming very sexy. The effect of the alcohol loosening your inhibitions had you flirting madly with him, he then asked me, if I would object if he asked you for a dance. You gave me a mischievous grin as you got up to dance and I felt a mix of jealousy and euphoria as you went to dance with him. I tried to watch you as you danced but you moved into the middle of the floor where there were too many dancing for me to see you. Two or three tunes later I could make you out returning through the crowd to our table. The remaining button on your jacket was now loose and I knew that it was not slack enough to come loose by itself. Fuck you looked so seductive as you sat down and chatted without redoing the button. Another smoochy tune and you and I danced together. You were holding me close to you, swaying to the music. I moved my leg in between yours as you ground your crotch intimately against me, feeling the hardness of my rigid cock pressing into your thigh. You teased me by occasionally allowing full views of your delicious swaying breasts as we danced, again I needed to step back and take you in visually so that I could fully appreciate the performance you were giving me. You took hold of my face and kissed me deeply. We stayed locked together like this until the end of the song. God your body is so delicious You now had that glowing aura about you that made me think that anything was now possible. We returned to our table and I squeezed your hand tightly, to let you know I loved you very much. Carlo then asked you for another dance, you looked for my approval and my nod confirmed. This time you danced a sexy salsa, closer to our table, you turned toward me with your back to him and danced against him, feeling his lustful hardness between your buttocks. He placed his hands on your hips and you gazed ecstatically into my eyes as you gyrated to the beat. I could just make out his hands motioning up inside your open jacket and cupping both your breasts, his hot breath on your ear. You moved your hands to cover his and massaged his hands into your breasts; I was both excited and amazed at this open display of sensuality before my eyes. You were clearly enjoying the attention and couldn't fail to become aware that several couples around us had noticed your performance. It was amazingly erotic and it really wasn't hurting anyone. I was certainly turned on by your lusty performance. When the music finished you kissed him lightly on the cheek and continued to flirt with him on his dancing style as you returned to the table. I asked why your breathing was suddenly so heavy. You whispered to me that it was because you were very aroused, almost having had a climax when you felt his hands move up to your breasts and at the thought someone might see you behaving like this. You then said that we better order a taxi rather than walk back to the hotel. He asked for one more dance before we said goodbye but you declined, feeling you could not trust yourself if you had another dance with him. The taxi arrived, as we were getting in the back , our new friend asked if he could have a lift as far as our hotel as it was on his way home, we obliged and he slid in the back with us, leaving you in the middle. Your jacket was still unbuttoned and open as we drove along, giving us a perfect view of your full breasts and excited pink nipples. You leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss, uttering a feeble groan, and then turned it into a deep French kiss as I reached over and cupped your breast, my fingers manipulating your erect nipple to increase the excitement. When the kiss ended, Carlo looked at me to confirm my willingness and then slid his hand over your other breast at the same time. You were really turned on, as you made no attempt to stop us. This was the first time in your life you had allowed anything like this to happen. We arrived at our hotel a little after midnight and all got out of the car, we said our goodbyes, and Carlo thanked us, for what was a most memorable evening and invited us back to his bodega the following evening. We walked through the foyer and up to our room, our hands all over each other, my whole body trembling with desire. I opened the door to the room, dimly lit by the streetlight across the road. The room was uncomfortably chilled as I had left on the air con on so opened the patio window to our balcony. Across the road and looking up as you switched on the light was our friend Carlo. I called you over to wave, but first could not resist slipping your jacket off your shoulders. Instinctively you knew what I desired and recklessly just said "yeh why not" then slipped your thumbs into the waistband of skirt and slowly slid it down your long luscious legs before stepping out of it and cautiously stepping into the light and then onto the balcony totally naked. Your hands teasingly covering your perfect breasts until you placed one arm around my back and waved with the other. My stomach was somersaulting at the possibilities.