0 comments/ 6216 views/ 6 favorites Carolyn's Spanish Gigolo By: Erbanluv It was a must attend event for anyone who was lucky enough to have been selected by Exyberkraft's board of directors. Carolyn was justifiably proud to have been named as one of only a handful of company executives chosen to attend the International Conference. This year, the conference was going to be held in Madrid, Spain. Carolyn had been with Exyberkraft for only seven years and to be selected to attend such a prestigious event, as their representative, was a dream come true. She'd never been to Europe, much less Spain and for her this would be a career triumph with just a touch of European vacation thrown in. All of the movers and shakers from Exyberkraft and several other high tech companies would be attending and she'd have the opportunity to make the sort of valuable connections that open doors for young executives. Finally, Carolyn was getting the recognition that she'd been seeking for so long. She'd been with Exyberkraft for a relatively short period of time, but her future looked more promising now than at any other time in her life. God knows she deserved the acknowledgement. She'd burned barrels of midnight oil in her single minded obsession to finish at the top of her computer engineering class. She'd endured the long hours and heavy demands of several lower level positions. She'd denied herself a social life and avoided dating and all of the distractions that went with serious relationships. Now, the sacrifices she'd made to gain the experience and skills necessary to make it to the top were beginning to pay off. At age thirty her time had arrived. She was confident that she had all of the tools necessary for success, with the exception of a network of contacts and connections throughout the high tech industry. Now she'd have the opportunity to develop that network at the upcoming conference. Technology insiders referred to the conference simply as AICCHSE, an acronym for the "Annual International Convention of Computer Hardware and Software Engineers." Three weeks later Carolyn found herself sitting at one of the conference seminars in the main meeting room of her Madrid hotel. The speaker was an elderly diminutive man who was discussing marketing strategy in the age of technology. He was nervous and poorly prepared and his technical knowledge simply wasn't current enough to hold Carolyn's attention. For the past half hour, her mind had been wandering. She'd been at the conference for six days and during that time had made several dozen great contacts. She'd learned far more than she'd hoped to learn and had met a myriad of important, well informed technological visionaries. Now, the conference was nearing an end and for the past day or so, the quality of the speakers and the sense of adventure that she'd enjoyed when she first arrived, was declining quickly. Many of the greatest computer minds in the world had been scheduled to speak at the convention, but they'd all made their presentations in the first three or four days. Carolyn had found their messages fascinating and informative, but now the program was winding down and the remaining speakers tended to drone on like repetitive automatons. She was bored. Thank goodness there was only one more day remaining. She was beginning to miss her job and the people she worked with everyday. Less than an hour later, she was walking down the busy street that ran past her hotel. It was dinner time and she was hungry and tired after a long day of listening to the seemingly endless line-up of uninspiring speakers. As she strode purposefully along the sidewalk, she heard a perky voice behind her, "Wait up Carolyn! What's the rush?" She was momentarily surprised to hear her name on the street of a foreign country and quickly turned to look over her shoulder. There, several feet behind her, was the smiling face of Anne Marie rushing to catch up to her. Anne Marie was one of the women in Carolyn's group and she seemed very happy in spite of the boring line up of speakers at today's leg of the conference. "So are you going to the close out party tomorrow afternoon Carolyn?" Ann Marie asked cheerily. "Close out party?" replied Carolyn with a curious look on her face. "What close out party?" "Buy me dinner and I'll tell you about it!" laughed Ann Marie. Carolyn was feeling a little lonely and the prospect of having some fun company at dinner cheered her immensely. "It's a deal!" she replied, "You've been so sweet I owe you a dinner anyway." Ann Marie was only a year or two older than Carolyn and was a middle management engineer with one of Exyberkraft's affiliated companies in the Southern U.S.. The two women had met on the first day of the convention and immediately struck up a casual friendship. They chatted happily as they marched along through the afternoon bustle of Madrid. A few minutes later, they turned into a little café that Carolyn had eaten at once before. They were quickly guided to a small table towards the back of the main dining area. Once they were seated, Carolyn smiled happily at her friend. "So what party are you talking about?" she asked eagerly. Anne Marie leaned forward, and with just a touch of mystery in her tone whispered, "I found out this morning that Optotronics is throwing a big wrap up party at a mansion they rented outside of the city! One of their directors is in my group and I scored a pair of tickets. The company is looking for new hardware and software engineers. They've been falling behind the pack for the past few years and their new CEO is kicking butt! He's demanding that the company executives begin creating more social contacts between themselves and the leading edge players in the hardware and software engineering field." Then with a knowing smile, she added, "I'm betting some interesting players are going to be there!" An amused smile crossed Anne Marie's face as Anne Marie added, "Each ticket allows you to take an escort." She leaned even closer and giggled wickedly,"I'm going to be picking mine tonight!" Carolyn looked at her quizzically. "What are you talking about Anne Marie?. You told me just a few days ago that you finally found a terrific boyfriend, the kind of guy you can proudly take home to your parents and you're going on a date with another guy while you're here?" "You betcha!" Anne Marie replied with a salacious chuckle. "I want to go to that party and I want to have a gorgeous Spanish hunk by my side. I've always been a sucker for swarthy skinned Mediterranean types. I'm probably going to wind up marrying my boyfriend Donald and starting a family in the next few years, so I'll never get a chance like this again! I'm alone in Spain and I have the opportunity to pick a date with the type of man I've always dreamed about. In my dreams, I never marry one of these guys, I just have wild, crazy, orgasm ridden sex with them. All I have to do is go to one of the local escort agencies and hire the first guy I see who makes my panty liner get all gooey." Then, almost as an afterthought, she smiled reassuringly at Carolyn, "And no!, I'm not planning on kicking off a new relationship Carolyn. I love Donald dearly! I just want to date one of those fantastically gorgeous, dark haired, dark eyed, Spanish guys that I've always dreamed about! Is that such a horrible thing?" Carolyn giggled at her friend's excitement. "Wow! You've given this more than a little thought, haven't you?" Ann Marie looked at her with a romantic gleam in her eyes and replied, "I've thought about it for years. I just never dreamed I'd get the opportunity. But when I was reading through the package of promotional materials that they left in my hotel room, I saw an advertisement that was being run by an agency that specializes in escorts for ladies who are in the city on business. Then I saw the pictures of a couple of the men they have in their stable and my heart stopped beating for at least thirty seconds. God Carolyn! These guys are gorgeous. Just one look and my panties spontaneously dropped to my ankles. I called the agency at noon, right after getting the invitation from Optotronics. I was a little hesitant to call them before, but having a legitimate social function to attend makes the process seem a lot more legitimate." She giggled wickedly again and added, "After all, I didn't want to seem like some horny old broad looking for a little extracurricular action!" She thought about what she'd just said for a moment and then added with a lascivious chuckle, "Even though I am!" The two women were still laughing a few minutes later when the waiter arrived with their dinner. They blushed and wondered if he may have guessed what they were talking about. The dinner was tasty and both women were enjoying it immensely. As they were eating, Anne Marie asked, "Well, what about it girl? Want to go to the party?" Carolyn, smiled softly and replied, "I don't think so. I'm just going to spend my last night here seeing some of the sights around the city." Ann Marie looked at her in astonishment. "You're kidding? You've got this great opportunity to spend some time with the type of guy that most women would kill to get next to and you're going sightseeing? Good Lord why? You're all alone in one of the most romantic cities in the world?" She smiled again and leaning closer, whispered, "When the date's over you simply say goodbye. No strings attached. You'll never see him again. Isn't this the opportunity you've always dreamed of? Finally you get to act like a guy." The two women broke into laughter again. As they ate their dinner and drank their wine, they exchanged humorous anecdotes about some of the strange relationships they'd been involved in over the years. They were in a very happy mood and Carolyn could tell that Anne Marie was very excited about her impending date. She described the type of man she wanted in minute detail and made it clear that sex, great sex, was going to be an integral part of the package. Carolyn hadn't seen this side of Anne Marie before. She found it refreshing and a little exciting. She even felt a little envious of her courage. Anne Marie knew what she wanted and went after it. A short time later, they'd finished dinner and all of the wine had disappeared. Carolyn reached for the bill and summoned the waiter. As he strode from the table with Carolyn's credit card, Anne Marie leaned forward and in a playfully lecherous voice whispered, "I'm on my way to the agency. I have to be there at six o'clock to pick an escort from their stable. Are you in?" Carolyn was a little sceptical. She really hadn't thought about getting involved with any men while she was in Madrid. On the other hand, there was a good deal of truth in what Ann Marie was saying. This could be the perfect opportunity to spend some time with a handsome, hand picked guy and to go on a date where she got to call the shots. It might be interesting to try something so different, just this once. She thought about it for a few moments and then looked directly at Anne Marie with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. It was the look that Ann Marie had been waiting for. She leaned forward, and in her most seductive voice whispered, "Oh come on Carolyn! Live a little! We're in Spain!" That, combined with the three glasses of wine she'd had with dinner, was all it took! A combination of panic and anticipation flashed across Carolyn's face. "You're right Ann Marie! Why the hell not?" she snorted. Then with a nervous laugh added, "Lead the way to the stud muffin smorgasbord." They walked out into the afternoon cacophony that defined Madrid. The sun was still shining warmly and the two women looked eagerly about for a passing cab. Both were feeling just a little light headed, the residual affect of the generous amount of wine that they'd consumed with dinner, but they also felt invigorated. The convention was almost over and they had a party to look forward to. They made their way to the curb and within seconds had hailed a passing cab. Anne Marie leaned over the front seat and showed the driver the address of the escort agency on her brochure. He nodded his acknowledgment and the cab darted nimbly out into the heavy traffic. Carolyn looked over at Anne Marie as she settled back in her seat. When Anne Marie looked back at her, the two started giggling again, like two silly school girls. Carolyn could hardly believe that that they were really going to do this. About 10 minutes later, the cab pulled over to the curb in front of a line of new office buildings. There was a small, simple sign beside the entrance to the building nearest the cab. The driver pointed silently to the doorway, indicating that this was their destination. Anne Marie paid the fare and the two women stepped out onto the sidewalk. There was a small picture beneath the sign. It showed the silhouette of a man in a tuxedo. Anne Marie looked at Carolyn and in an excited voice filled with trepidation remarked, "This must be the place!" They both took a deep breath, opened the door and made their way up the stairs. Immediately to their left, at the top of the stairs, was an office with the same tuxedoed silhouette on the door. Anne Marie glanced over at Carolyn, her nervousness increasing exponentially. "Zero hour!" she snickered. The two women slipped self consciously into the office and were immediately surprised by its size and the professional appearance of the staff. There was not a man to be seen anywhere and all of the women were dressed in the latest business fashions. Everyone was busy. The agency was buzzing with activity. There didn't appear to be any other clients in the office and a pleasant looking older lady immediately stepped up to the counter to greet them. She politely asked them if they were there to make business or social arrangements. In a half whisper, Anne Marie replied, "Business arrangements please. We need escorts for a business function that we plan to attend." The lady asked the two women, who by now were overtly nervous, to accompany her to her office. She opened a door at the end of the counter and led them to one of several small, private offices located well away from the customer reception area. Her office was larger than the ladies expected and was very tastefully decorated. She introduced herself as Eva, invited them to have a seat and then sat down herself. She smiled again and in perfect English asked, "Now, did both of you want to arrange for an escort?" It was quite apparent that she had been doing her job for some time and her easy, congenial manner set Anne Marie and Carolyn totally at ease. Anne Marie quickly provided details of the conference that they were attending as well as their wish to arrange for a male escort to the windup party. She pointed out that the escorts they were seeking would have to speak English and as well, would have to be possessed of the social skills necessary to "fit in" at such a function. Eva understood the circumstances and acknowledged everything that Anne Marie said with a nod and a pleasant smile. Then, in a very matter of fact manner, asked if the women had any preferences relative to physical appearance. The question made Anne Marie and Carolyn a little uncomfortable and they both gave somewhat guarded descriptions. They agreed that they both wanted their escort to be professional looking and of course, he would have to have a good understanding of English. He should also be tall and attractive and appropriately dress for such a function. Eva quickly assured the women that all of the company's escorts had to meet these very basic requirements to even be considered for employment. Then she went on to enquire discreetly about those specific qualities that the women found desirable. Her questions dealt with the ladies preferences relative to hair color, skin color, eye color, physique, musculature, height, athleticism, and age Both Anne Marie and Carolyn were a little wary and hesitated to become too specific. Eva was a very experienced consultant and understood the lady's dilemma almost immediately. "We manage more than a thousand escorts." she said with a smile. "How would you like to look at some of their photographs and personal profiles?" "Oh that would be wonderful!" replied Anne Marie with a smile, "A picture's worth a thousand words!" "You're absolutely right!" replied Eva. She asked only a few more questions to narrow down the ladies' preferences and it was quite apparent that both women were interested in tall, dark, handsome, Mediterranean men. A few minutes later, Eva left them alone in her office to look through a large book containing personal profiles and photographs. The pages were virtually overflowing with wonderful looking male escorts, many were exactly the type that the girls were interested in hiring. Anne Marie was speechless as she flipped slowly through the pages, all the while making salacious sounds that were barely audible. Carolyn looked on curiously as Anne Marie made her way through the book. Her search was very targeted and specific and she was looking with a level of intent eagerness that amazed Carolyn. About ten minutes later, Anne Marie abruptly stopped turning the pages. Her gaze was frozen on the page now before her. There, printed boldly across the top of it was the name "Ricardo." She gasped audibly and whispered in a voice trembling with excitement, "My God Carolyn! Look at this guy!" In the short time that they'd known each other, Carolyn had never seen her friend so awe struck. She wrestled the book gently from her Anne Marie's grasping fingers and pulled it over in front of her. She immediately saw the reason for Anne Marie's star struck appearance. Ricardo was a 27 year old Spanish man with jet black hair and dark eyes that glowed bewitchingly. His skin was darkly tanned and shone with a vigorous, healthy luster. For Anne Marie, the search was over, less than fifteen minutes after it began. This was the man she'd always dreamed of having as her lover. Often when she was all alone on a long drive, or when she was lying in bed at three o'clock in the morning, unable to sleep, she'd fantasize about her perfect lover. Invariably, she envisioned a face like Ricardo's. She'd imagine being held in his arms, feeling his lips kissing her, feeling his body pressed urgently against hers. His hands would move lovingly and provocatively over her breasts and pubic mound and as their passion grew, she could hear his breath roaring loudly in her ears as they made love with wanton abandon. And now, at this very moment, as she looked at Ricardo's photograph, she was looking into the deep, dark sensual eyes of the very man who for years had been invading her lust filled dreams. She quickly scribbled down the name and reference number on the corner of the notepad that Eva had left on the desk. Then she slid over beside Carolyn who was still looking down at his picture and whispered libidinously, "Come to Momma Ricardo!" The two women again started to giggle irreverently. Then, at the risk of bursting Anne Marie's bubble, Carolyn looked at her and suggested, "Maybe you'd better pick another one. Just in case Ricardo isn't available" Anne Marie looked at her in feigned shock. "No! Ricardo's the one Carolyn! If I can't have him I don't want anyone!" Then she leaned over and began to leaf through the book again and in a voice dripping with mock debauchery, pronounced, "Now, let's see what we can find for you my dear!" The women went all the way through the rest of the book, page by page, and although most of the men were handsome and dashing, none seemed to have the same cataclysmic effect on Carolyn's composure that Ricardo had had on Anne Marie. Carolyn got up to call Eva back into the room to see if there were any other pictures that they might browse through. She flipped the book closed, a look of growing disappointment on her face. As she was handing it back to Anne Marie, it fell to the floor with a crash. She bent to pick it up and suddenly felt as if she'd been hit by a bolt of lightening. There before her eyes was the most stunningly handsome face that she'd ever seen. The book had fallen open at page 12 when it hit the floor. The women had started their search for Carolyn's escort at the page immediately following Ricardo's picture which was on page 23. But for an accident, Carolyn might never have seen the gorgeous masculine face that now looked seductively back at her from page 12. Carolyn's Spanish Gigolo Carolyn picked the book up, as if in a trance and placed it back on the desk. Her eyes were locked on the face before her. His name was Philippe... Philippe Angeles. He was 30 years old and was looking at her with eyes that smouldered with quiet passion. They were dark brown, almost black, and glowed with the deep luster of burnished mahogany. His hair was medium length, as black as coal, and flowed back from his temples in dark, silky waves. His skin was smoothly sensual and a deep, rich olive color. Although he was wearing a jacket, Carolyn could tell that his shoulders were broad and strong. He was absolutely perfect! She knew from the moment she saw him that Philippe Angeles was the one she wanted. Almost as if she'd been summoned, Eva appeared at the door to see how the ladies were making out in their search. She could tell by the looks of quiet determination on their faces that they'd made their decisions. She'd been doing the job for a long time and knew instinctively when her clients had found the one they were searching for. "Have you found someone ladies?" she enquired with a polite smile. Anne Marie looked at her and smiled warmly. "Yes!" she replied, "I think we've each found someone who would fit nicely into the group that will be attending the party." To Anne Marie and Carolyn's delight, both Ricardo and Philippe were available the following evening. Eva quickly prepared the paperwork and sat down to explain the contract to Anne Marie and Carolyn. The cost of each escort would be seven hundred and fifty American dollars. This was a flat rate and included the services of the escort for a period of 12 hours from the time that he showed up for the engagement. All costs for meals, transportation, admissions, etc., were the responsibility of the client. If the client wished to arrange for an extension of the engagement, then the terms and conditions of the extension were subject to the approval of both the escort and the agency. Anne Marie and Carolyn looked at each other for a few moments. Each knew what the other was thinking. Seven hundred and fifty dollars was a lot of money!. Were they really going to pay such an amount to enjoy the company of a man for a few hours? How could they justify such extravagance? Were they really sure that this was something they should be doing? Carolyn was just about to tell Eva that they were going to have to think it over, when Anne Marie smiled at her and pointed to the picture of Philippe. Both ladies started giggling again and Anne Marie reached for the pen that Eva held in her outstretched hand. Moments later, as the ladies were making their way down the stairs, Anne Marie looked at Carolyn and chuckled. "You know, for a someone who's just charged up seven hundred and fifty dollars on her credit card, and has no bags or parcels to show for it, I feel pretty damned happy." They quickly hailed a cab and about 10 minutes later it dropped them off at their hotel. They made jokes about their upcoming adventure as the elevator made its way up to their floor. Their hired escorts would be picking them up at the hotel at 8 p.m. the following evening. They'd be dressed in semi formal attire and would arrive in separate vehicles. Both Anne Marie and Carolyn agreed that they didn't want this to be a double date. In fact neither had any intention of staying at the party any longer than was politically necessary. They wanted to spend some romantic time alone with their chosen squires. What better way to see Madrid than on the arm of a tall, dark, handsome Spaniard? Anne Marie asked Carolyn if she wanted to join her for a nightcap, but Carolyn begged off. She was starting to feel exhausted from all of the hours spent at the convention. Tonight she was going to turn in early and get caught up on some much needed sleep. Back in her suite, she ran a quick shower and a few minutes later was in her bed with the lights out. Sleep came quickly and her dreams were pleasantly erotic. At their center was the handsome face of Philippe Angeles, the tall attractive Spaniard with the deep, dark, mysterious eyes. They glowed compellingly and beckoned to Carolyn's warm inner female center. She felt his hands moving softly over her as she slept, felt his lips brushing gently along the delicate lines of her neck, felt his warm breath against her throat. Her body was awakening to long ignored physical needs. Needs that she'd subordinated to her career goals; needs that a handsome bronze face in a photograph had awakened. Carolyn wasn't a prude and she certainly wasn't sexually inhibited, but she'd never really placed a great deal of importance on sex and relationships with men. She was highly intelligent and had attended university on an academic scholarship. While there, she choose to devote all of her time to her studies to ensure that she wouldn't lose her scholarship. Since getting her job with Exyberkraft, she'd dated occasionally but never allowed herself to become serious about anyone. She was an achiever! School and career had always come first. In fact, until recently, she'd always believed that romantic relationships were a waste of time, something that she preferred to leave to less motivated people. Still, over the past several months, she'd been having second thoughts. She was becoming more and more prone to periods of loneliness. Of late, she frequently found herself dreaming about having a steady boyfriend or lover, someone to talk to in the evenings, someone to hold her in his arms in bed at night, someone to answer the hot, sensual passions that seemed to be growing in urgency as the months passed. She didn't completely understand the emotions, but was convinced that they had something to do with the fact that she was fast approaching her sexual peak. Carolyn didn't consider herself a beauty. Although she was an attractive woman who enjoyed more attention from men than most of her friends, she thought of herself as more or less average looking. She was about five and a half feet tall, with dark brown hair, hazel eyes and smooth white skin. Her figure was appealing, but she wasn't the buxom type, nor did she have the perfectly proportioned, hour glass shape that stopped traffic on the beach. She worked conscientiously at keeping herself attractive by maintaining a regimen of careful grooming combined with plenty of exercise and a healthy diet. When she awoke several hours later, the warm Spanish sun was streaming brightly through her curtains. She was amazed at how revitalized she felt. She jumped out of bed and bounced happily into the washroom to apply her makeup. This was the last day of the convention and she was excited at the prospect of finally getting the business component of her visit to Madrid out of the way. Just as importantly, she was looking forward to meeting her handsome Spanish escort that evening. To her dismay, the day went slowly. The speakers droned on even more monotonously than they had the day before. By lunch time, boredom was hanging over her head like a grey cloud. Time was dragging along in a way seldom allowed in her hurried life. She waited impatiently for the long queue of speakers to finally end. Only then could she finally begin preparing for her evening of partying in the company of her handsome, olive skinned Spaniard. After what seemed an eternity, the last speaker was introduced. He seemed to sense the growing impatience amongst the attendees, so spent little time on humour and anecdotes. He was finished shortly before six o'clock and there was a palpable feeling of relief as the Master of Ceremonies declared the convention a success and invited all to join him in the hotel's main meeting room where they could sip wine and network with newly discovered contacts. Carolyn made a polite appearance at the windup in the main room, but it was day seven of the convention and she was no longer in a business frame of mind. She felt relieved that the event had finally come to a close. For her it had been a great success and she was quite pleased with the contacts that she'd made. She had single mindedly ferreted out all of those industry visionaries and technical pundits whose articles she assiduously read in the trade journals. She'd followed most of their careers carefully over the years and had not been the least hesitant to approach them and let them know how much she admired their work. Many had heard of her achievements and, in some cases had searched her out first. Doubtlessly, it had been one of the most fulfilling experiences of her life and one that she'd treasure for years. But she was glad that it was finally over so she could relax and enjoy the short time remaining in her visit to Madrid. She made her way quickly out of the conference room. Philippe would be arriving at 8 o'clock sharp and she only just under two hours to get ready. She headed to the lobby and waited for the elevator doors to open. As she was waiting, she realized that a large group, comprised of others who'd also decided to leave the conference, was quickly approaching the elevators. "Oh great!" she thought. "I'm in a hurry and a couple of hundred people want to use the elevator that I'm waiting for!" She also knew that there would be several people in that same crowd who'd want to chat with her and she just didn't have the time. "I'm only on the fourth floor," she thought aloud. "Why not just take the stairs? It would be a lot faster and besides, I could use the exercise after all of the sitting I've been doing for the past week." She quickly turned and made her way across the lobby to the stairway entrance. The stairwell was not particularly well lit and had a slightly musty smell, but she didn't care! She was in a hurry and quickly started the climb to the fourth floor. About half way up, she dropped the heavy binder that she was carrying and it bounced heavily down to the flight below, spilling the contents out onto the landing. "Oh no!" she gasped, "I just don't have time for this!" She turned and began to rush back down the stairs, but in her hurry, she caught the heel of her shoe on the edge of one of the stairs. She fell, landing heavily on the binder and spilled literature. The materials cushioned her fall and although she'd gotten the wind knocked out of herself, she didn't think anything was broken. She sat there for a few moments, just to be sure that she wasn't seriously injured and then stood up. She felt a rush of relief as she realized that she was able to stand, but her relief was short lived. A stabbing pain shot through her left ankle. She knew right away that she must have twisted it when her heel caught on the stair. She quickly picked up the binder and the spilled materials and again mounted the stairs. As she continued her ascent, the pain began to worsen. Although it was twisted, the ankle still functioned well enough to get her up to the fourth floor. She heaved a sigh of relief as she made her way along the corridor to the entrance to her room. By the time she'd unlocked the door, the pain had intensified to the point where she knew that this was not a problem that would disappear with a couple of aspirins and a long soak in a hot bath. She hopped over to the sofa on one foot, turned and fell back into the soft pillows. She realized that the pain was not nearly so severe when the foot had no weight on it. After resting for a few minutes, the gravity of the situation began to register. "What about my date with Philippe?" she wondered. "I'll have to call the agency and cancel!" She reached for her purse on the coffee table and frantically dug out the agency's number. Then she grabbed the phone from the end table and dialled it quickly. She was relieved to find that Eva was still at work. She quickly explained that she'd fallen and hurt her ankle and that she would have to cancel her appointment with Philippe. Eva was genuinely sorry about her mishap, but politely informed Carolyn that cancellation was impossible. The company's policy was quite clear and was spelled out very carefully in its contract with each customer. Cancellations could only be made on 24 hours notice. "But I'm not going to be able to go to the party!" Carolyn protested. "I don't need an escort to a party that I'm not attending!" "I understand," Eva explained politely, "But there's nothing I can do. It's not fair to our escorts to allow last minute cancellations. This is how they make their living." Carolyn realized that her protests were in vain. She understood that Eva was right and that she was only doing her job. She thanked her and made her way cautiously into the washroom to run a warm bath. Minutes later, she was lying in the tub, relaxing and soaking up the relief that the hot water was bringing to her injured ankle. It was slightly swollen and she wondered if she shouldn't see a doctor before she left Madrid. She thought about calling the front desk and finding out where the nearest doctor was, but the water felt so comfortable that she decided instead to give herself and her ankle a moment of well deserved rest. Minutes later she was fast asleep. She awoke with a start when her phone rang. She'd taken her watch off when she got into the bath and had no idea how long she'd been asleep. She gingerly raised herself up and stepped out of the tub. She grabbed her watch from the bathroom vanity and looked at it through the steam. It was 7:45. She'd been asleep for more than an hour. She hopped out to the sofa, picked up the phone and called the front desk. A clerk answered almost immediately. "Hello!" said Carolyn, "This is Ms. Sinclair in room 423. My phone just rang." "Oh yes Ms. Sinclair" the clerk replied. "A Mr. Angeles called just a few minutes ago to confirm your eight o'clock appointment. He wanted us to tell you that he was just leaving." Carolyn stood there like a stone statue, a look of absolute horror on her face. Finally, she blurted out, "Thank you!" and hung up the phone. "Oh no!", she muttered angrily. "Please tell me this isn't happening!" She couldn't understand why Eva had not informed Philippe of her accident. Perhaps she hadn't been able to reach him. She hobbled into her bedroom, looked in the mirror, and almost screamed when she saw the tangled wet mop sitting atop the exhausted, pain raked face that looked back at her. "Oh God! It looks like I've got my work cut out for me!" she exclaimed dolefully. She stood there, looking at the reflection before her in silent terror. Then, with a cynical shrug, remarked, "I have fifteen minutes to turn you into a ravishing beauty." She scoffed sardonically at her own silly comment and reached for the hair dryer. "This guy is going to wonder what kind of a nut hired him." She gave one final acerbic chuckle and then, with most of her weight resting on her good ankle, she began the transformation. Her hair hadn't gotten very wet and with the hair blower set on maximum, she was able to get it manageably dry in about five minutes and in the ten minutes that followed, she was able to get enough make up on her face to pass for a reasonable facsimile of her usual self. As she was hopping over to the closet to get out her clothes, there was a knock at the door. "Damn it!" she muttered with a shrug of surrender, "I guess this just isn't my day!" She grabbed a robe from the closet and pulled it on. She was naked beneath it and paused for a moment to make sure that the tie was carefully secured. Then she hopped over to the door. She stood there for a moment, her heart in her mouth and the doorknob in her hand. Perhaps she shouldn't answer she thought. Her mind and her pulse were racing. How would she ever explain the current state of affairs without looking like a blundering boob? But something compelled her to open the door. She peeked out cautiously. The moment she saw him, all of her frenzied mental activity ceased. The pain in her ankle no longer existed. All of her angst evaporated. She just stood there peering out at him. She was speechless! Philippe bowed graciously and in a voice that reverberated with a soft, silky resonance said, "Good evening. I'm Philippe Angeles. Are you Carolyn Sinclair?" Carolyn giggled nervously. God this man was beautiful. "Yes! Yes! I am." she stammered, "Please come in Mr. Angeles." As he stepped in the door, Carolyn could see that the picture at the agency didn't do justice to his appearance. He was over six feet tall. His hair was as black as ink at midnight and ran smoothly back from his temples in rich, lustrous waves. His face was clean shaven and his skin shone like deeply polished bronze. And his eyes! Oh such eyes he had! They were a deep chestnut color and glowed beneath his dark eyebrows like sparkling pools of liquid sensuality. He smiled warmly at Carolyn as he made his way through the door. His teeth were perfect; meticulously polished and shining in radiantly white contrast with his dark complexion. As their eyes met, Carolyn's knees turned to rubber. She felt as if her lower abdomen was being squeezed in the jaws of a vise. He took her hand in both of his and raised it gently to his lips. Carolyn noticed that his hands were large and intimidatingly powerful, yet they held hers with a gentle softness that set her pulse racing and made her breath catch in her throat. As he pressed his lips graciously against the back of her hand, she had to choke back a silly schoolgirl giggle that she felt pushing up against the back of her throat. His lips lingered at her hand for only a moment and then he raised his head to once again look into her eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you Carolyn." His voice reached all the way to the depths of her womanhood, evoking emotions that she'd never before experienced. The touch of his hand on hers ignited fireworks in her brain. They exploded in shimmering showers of fiery sensuality that left her standing in silence. She was looking back into his eyes with a near shocked look on her face. She felt dazed! Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Carolyn replied, in a voice that sounded like she was talking into a plastic cup. "It's my pleasure Mr. Angeles. I'm very pleased to meet you." She was a professional woman, confident and proud of her intellect and communications skills. She quickly recaptured her momentarily lost composure and invited Philippe to have a seat on the sofa. He moved gracefully to the sofa and then stood there, waiting for Carolyn to come over and be seated. As she started toward him, he realized right away that she was limping and in obvious pain. He was at her side immediately, one strong arm went around her waist, and supported her gently while the other held her arm and guided her carefully to the sofa. Carolyn could feel herself losing her composure again. She giggled nervously and looked up at Philippe as they made their way to the sofa. "I fell and twisted my ankle while I was coming up the stairs. The conference I'm here to attend had just ended and I was rushing to get ready for the party. I called the agency and explained to Eva, but I guess she wasn't able to reach you. There's no need for you to stay. I'll just watch TV for a while and then go to bed. I just wish this hadn't happened right at the end of my stay in Madrid. It sure puts a damper on my plans." She knew she was prattling. God how she hated it when she prattled! But it was a nervous habit that she'd had since childhood. She whispered to herself under her breath, "Get a grip Carolyn!" Philippe gently held her as she turned to sit on the sofa. Her face was looking up into his as he lowered her carefully to a sitting position. They were only inches apart and her face burned crimson at the fleshly thoughts that crossed her mind as she looked into the deep, darkly erotic mirrors that were his eyes. "My God!" she thought, "This guy is so handsome he's got me acting like a teenager with her first crush." Carolyn's Spanish Gigolo "Oh, I wouldn't think of leaving you alone in your condition!" Philippe replied. "We may not be able to go to the party that you had your heart set on but, in your condition, you could certainly use some help. You've already paid the agency and as far as I'm concerned, I'm your faithful servant until 8 a.m. tomorrow! I think the first thing we should do is arrange for a doctor to take a look at your foot. It's noticeably swollen and you're obviously in pain." With that, he picked up the phone and asked the switchboard to dial a number for him. Moments later, he was making arrangements to have a Doctor come to the hotel and examine Carolyn's ankle. His English was almost flawless, with a slight and provocatively sexy, Spanish accent. He was quite comfortable in the conversation and it was apparent that he and the doctor were good friends. They discussed what had happened to Carolyn's ankle in English and then switched to Spanish. As he spoke, his smoothly sensual tones and remarkable good looks held Carolyn captivated. He was tall, with narrow hips and strong athletic shoulders. He was wearing a black formal suit that fit his magnificently proportioned body like a glove. One hand was on his hip as he spoke to his friend and Carolyn could see the flat hardness of his stomach beneath the silken fabric of the white shirt he was wearing. She squirmed uncomfortably as her mind began wandering into erotic corners that it hadn't visited in months. Her ankle was injured but the rest of her body was functioning perfectly. The message that it was sending to her consciousness was unmistakable. Finally Philippe switched back to English. "So I'll see you shortly then my friend. My thanks for helping out on such short notice." He hung up the phone and walked back to the sofa. As he sat down beside Carolyn, she felt a tiny electrical shiver coursing through her body. "That was my friend Geraldo." he said to her softly, "We went to University together, here in Madrid several years ago. We've stayed in touch ever since. He went on to medical school and started practicing sports medicine two years ago. I'm sure he'll know exactly what to do to have you back on that ankle in no time." Then with a chuckle, he added, "You Americans have to learn to slow down and stop rushing all the time. Injuries like this only happen to us Spaniards when we're playing soccer!" Philippe's easy manner was relaxing Carolyn. She laughed, "You're right! It seems that all I've been doing for the last week, in fact for most of my life, is rushing from one event to the next. I guess I'm going to have to re examine my priorities." For close to an hour the two sat next to each other on the sofa, relaxing and conversing quietly; getting to know one another. Carolyn found this tall, dark, handsome man absolutely irresistible. He'd been born into a relatively poor fishing family along the West coast. He'd lived with his family until he was sixteen years old. Then, because he was a such a fine student, his parents sent him to Madrid to live with his aunt and uncle. He continued his schooling in Madrid and did so well that he won an academic scholarship to the University of Madrid where he studied Architecture and did extremely well, but he had to drop out at the beginning of the final year when his father died. He was the oldest child and had to take over the family fishing business. He was the only one of his siblings with the maturity and experience to run the business. His mother's health was failing and the family relied on the small fishing operation for their livelihood. He ran it for almost five years and it provided the family with a comfortable living. It was a good life and he'd enjoyed it, but his real love was architecture and he longed to return to Madrid to continue his studies. His mother had died about a year ago and by then, his siblings were capable of running the family business themselves. So he'd returned to Madrid to finish his education. Unfortunately, he'd lost his scholarship when he returned to run the family business several years earlier and his aunt and uncle had retired and moved back to the Spanish countryside that they loved so dearly. That left him with no place to stay and no money to pay his tuition. He'd taken the job with the escort agency because it paid him very well. Now, less than a year after returning to Madrid, he had saved enough money to allow him to complete his architecture degree. He'd be giving up his job at the escort agency to return to University at the end of the month. With each word that Philippe spoke, Carolyn's attraction to him became more intense. This was not the fast talking pretty boy with a dazzling smile that she'd expected to meet at her door. Rather, she found herself being enraptured by a poised, articulate and ambitious man who just happened to be the most fantastic looking guy she'd ever seen. They looked directly into one another's eyes as they spoke. Both seemingly ensnared in a soft, comfortable web of mutual admiration. As they spoke, they sipped wine and frequently touched each other's hand or arm to emphasize a point. With each touch, a shiver of erotic delight crackled electrically along the length of Carolyn's body. The wine was sweet. The mood was sensual. The company was alluring. In spite of the nagging pain in her ankle, she felt herself becoming mentally and physically excited by the soft words, that flowed like liquid silk from the lips of this seductively handsome man. Carolyn was about to call room service to order another bottle of wine, when a knock came at the door. Philippe leapt up, "It must be Geraldo!" he remarked, "I'll let him in!" When Philippe opened the door, a tall handsome young man stood there, smiling enthusiastically. "Philippe! My friend! How I have missed you!" "As I have missed you my friend!" Philippe replied. "How is the lovely Maria and my God Daughter Angelina?" The two men embraced each other joyously. Their pleasure at seeing one another was touching. Carolyn smiled happily and wondered why American men, by comparison, tended to be so controlled and transparent. The two men chatted effervescently with each other in Spanish for a few minutes. Almost oblivious to Carolyn's presence. Then Philippe stopped abruptly and exclaimed loudly, in English, "Oh forgive my rudeness! Geraldo, this is Carolyn, the young lady I told you about. She hurt her ankle a few hours ago and hasn't had a chance to see a doctor yet. She has to return to America tomorrow, but needs to have the ankle examined before she leaves. Could you take a look please?" Then he looked at Carolyn and with a warm smile added, "She's a very special young lady and I want you to take good care of her." Geraldo walked over to the sofa and moved the coffee table to one side. Then he pulled the ottoman over in front of Carolyn and sat on it, facing her. He smiled reassuringly and told her to lift her leg. When she did, he supported it by placing his hand beneath her calf. Carolyn flushed as she realized that she was still wearing her bath robe. She'd been wearing it the entire time that she'd been chatting with Philippe. She suddenly felt very embarrassed and apologized for not having changed into something more suitable for greeting guests and doctors. Both men laughed at Carolyn's embarrassment and Geraldo teasingly assured her that he often met with patients who were wearing only a bathrobe. She was at once relaxed by his professional manner. She quickly wrapped the corners of the robe up over her naked thighs and watched as he carefully ran his hands over the swollen ankle. He asked Carolyn if she could move her foot and although it was painful, she was able to comply. Then he asked her to move her toes and again, although it hurt, she was able to do so. "Good! Very Good!" he remarked with apparent relief. "I don't think you've broken anything. This is probably just a tendon strain. But it would be a good idea to have the ankle x-rayed before you leave for home. Just to be safe." Carolyn replied that her plane was leaving at 10:00 the following morning and she doubted that she'd get a chance to go to a clinic on such short notice. Geraldo nodded. He understood. The clinics in the area tended to have long line ups and Carolyn was going to be on a tight schedule the following morning. "Well" he replied, "if you go and have it x-rayed as soon as you arrive back in America, it should not create a problem. In the meantime, I'm going to wrap the ankle and give you a shot of long lasting local anaesthetic to relieve the pain I'm also going to give you a prescription for some pain relievers that you can pick up at the airport pharmacy before your departure tomorrow morning." He smiled at Carolyn and added, with all of the charm that only Mediterranean men possess, "But be sure to go to a doctor as soon as you arrive home. After all, such lovely ankles deserve only the finest care." Carolyn smiled demurely and replied, "I promise Geraldo. I'll even send you a copy of the x-ray!" The two men laughed at the sudden look of apprehension on Carolyn's face as Geraldo took a hypodermic from his bag and deftly filled it with local anaesthetic. He smiled warmly at her and said, "Don't worry, I haven't lost a soccer player yet." Carolyn winced as she felt the prick of the needle. Almost immediately, her ankle began to feel numb and within a few minutes all traces of pain were gone. Geraldo quickly wrapped the ankle in tension bandaging and when he was finished, cautioned Carolyn to keep the amount of weight that she put on the foot to a minimum. He suggested that she use a cane whenever she walked and promised to have his office send one to the front desk of the hotel early the next morning. Minutes later, He was at the door saying goodbye to Philippe. The two men embraced again. "Goodbye my old friend," Philippe said warmly, "and thank you for coming out so late and on such short notice. Please send your bill to my attention at the university. I start back on the first of the month." Geraldo's face lit up with delight. "This is wonderful news my friend! Maria and I have been praying that you would return to finish your architectural degree. A talent such as yours must never go unused. We intend to build our dream home next year and insist that you prepare the plans for us. Then he affectionately slapped Philippe on the shoulder and added, "As for my bill; look for it in the mail. It will arrive on the day that hell freezes over!" Then he turned to Carolyn and said pleasantly. "It's been a pleasure meeting such a beautiful American lady Carolyn. Remember; keep your weight off the ankle and, when you must walk, use the cane that I'm going to send over." Carolyn smiled warmly. "I can never thank you enough Geraldo. I don't deserve such special treatment." "Oh, but yes you do!" replied Geraldo. "Anyone who's special to Philippe is special to me." Then, with a smile, he waved goodbye and disappeared into the hallway. Carolyn was impressed and touched by the ardent bond of friendship between the two men. "What a fantastic friend you have Philippe. Geraldo is so kind and gentle. You're a fortunate man." "Indeed I am!", replied Philippe, " I would trust Geraldo with my life. He and his wife Maria are my two dearest friends. As you probably gathered, we went to university together and have been friends ever since. They've both been encouraging me all along to get back to school and finish my architectural studies. Maria will be pleased when Geraldo tells her that I'll finally be returning. She loves me like a brother." Philippe strode over to the sofa and sat down on the ottoman that Geraldo had placed in front of Carolyn. He gently lifted the leg with the injured ankle and placed the calf on his knee, being careful not to allow any of the weight of the leg to rest on her foot. He examined the bandaging carefully and exclaimed softly. "Geraldo seems quite sure that your ankle is not broken. That at least is good news. Is it still hurting you?" he asked in a whisper. "Hurting me!... I can't feel a thing!" replied Carolyn. Then with a chuckle, she added, "It's as if my foot and ankle have been disconnected from my nervous system!" "That's good!" replied Philippe. "Geraldo assured me that the effect of the needle should last for most of the night and when I get you to the airport tomorrow morning, I'll stop at the pharmacy to pick up the pain medication that he prescribed." Carolyn was taken completely by surprise. "When you get me to the airport tomorrow morning?" she enquired. "What do you mean Philippe? There's no need for you to take me to the airport tomorrow. I'll get my friend Anne Marie to help me. Besides, I have no claim on your time after 8.00 a.m." Philippe laughed vigorously at her sudden outburst of concern. "Carolyn! You are such an American! Surely you have gathered by now that you are more than just one of the ladies who pays for my time. You're a charming and lovely woman whom I find absolutely fascinating. I'll be more than happy to assist you in any way that I can on your last day here in Madrid." Then, smiling warmly, he added, "To Spanish men, honor is a duty. I could not even think of deserting you in your condition." Then he glanced at his watch and remarked, "It's getting late and if you wish to go to bed, I'll be happy to help you into the bedroom. I can sleep here on the sofa and in the morning we can get your bags packed and I'll take you to the airport." Carolyn was touched by this lovely man's caring attitude. But there was also a growing measure of sexual urgency creeping into her consciousness. The smell of his cologne, the dark sweeping waves of his jet black hair, his broad, muscular shoulders, the smouldering sensuality that glowed brightly behind the dark beauty of his eyes. He was truly irresistible... Her need intensified as she felt the touch of his strong hands on her calf. They moved gently over her leg, their caress leaving long trails of erogenous desire in their wake. His touch was electric. She felt herself being drawn to him inexorably, tantalizingly. His charm was overwhelming. Carolyn didn't want to leave Spain without having him. "Philippe!" she whispered, in a softly inviting voice, "Will you help me to my bed?" Philippe met her gaze and knew in that very second that she was seducing him. He said nothing, instead he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She wrapped her arms longingly around his neck and rested her head on his strong shoulders. He carried her effortlessly, as if she were a tiny weightless doll. As they entered the bedroom, he turned, still holding her in his arms and with his fingertip, switched on the light. "Philippe.", she whispered breathlessly into his ear, "I want you to know that I haven't been with a man in months. I simply don't do this sort of thing and then with just a touch of trepidation in her voice, added, "To be honest, I'm a little afraid!" "I understand my lovely one." he replied, "I can tell that you are not someone who gives her love lightly." He carefully laid Carolyn on the bed and gently helped her to remove her robe. She could hear his breath catch in his throat as he looked down on her naked body. Her skin was soft and white and had the smooth, rich feel of satin. Her breasts were not large, but were firm and full and topped with delicate pink nipples. Her chest heaved with the excitement of what she was doing and her hazel eyes were fixed invitingly on his. Her chestnut brown hair spread out over the bed and surrounded her head like a silken halo. She was glad that he found her attractive. It would add to the passion of their lovemaking. Philippe stood to remove his clothing, but he didn't hurry. He wanted their lovemaking and everything that led up to it to be titillatingly slow and deliberate; stimulating all of their senses, sight, sound, smell, touch and taste. Each sense would have to be satisfied before their lovemaking ended. He undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, erotically and provocatively. As the material parted, Carolyn could see the bronzed skin of his chest and abdomen. A light mat of short, darkly coiled hair covered his chest. The toned muscles beneath rippled sensually. His abdomen had the appearance of carved marble, framing a perfect chiselled group of muscles. As he pulled the shirt open and began to slip it off, the light danced alluringly over the symmetrical rows of hard, defined muscle. Ordinarily, Carolyn would have blushed at such sensual daring. Philippe was tantalizing her with his masculine perfection while she laid there watching, as if bewitched. But there would be no blushing tonight. Instead, Carolyn was setting free the voyeur within her. She was casting aside all of her inhibitions. Her pulse hammered wildly in her temples. She felt herself responding to Philippe's erotic coaxing at a primitive level, responding to the exhilaration of watching this breathtakingly handsome man disrobe. She could feel the warm, wet message that her body was sending to her brain. His shirt off, Philippe reached for his belt. He smiled seductively at Carolyn as he began to unfasten it. She could see the smooth, hard muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing and relaxing as he undid the buckle. The dim light in the bedroom seemed to shift with each tiny move that he made, accentuating his smoothly erotic symmetry. She gazed at his physical perfection in silent awe. He had the beautiful V shaped physique of a gladiator. Finally, with the belt now unfastened, Philippe gently pushed his shoes off and slid them under the bed with his foot. Then, smiling invitingly at Carolyn, he slowly and deliberately undid the button at the top of his zip fly. Carolyn watched every move that he made, enraptured and beguiled by his beauty. Every nerve in her body was reacting to the sensual scene that was unfolding before her. He grasped the zipper of the fly and slowly ran it all the way down to the bottom. Then he pushed his slacks down over his narrow waist and pulled them over his feet. He walked to the chair at the vanity and hung the pants carefully over the back. Carolyn continued to watch in silence, captivated by the smooth, effortless grace of his motions. He moved with the smooth confidence of an athlete. A powerful, charismatic mystique enveloped him like a seductive aura. She waited with growing impatience for the feel of his chiselled body next to hers. He was wearing white jockey shorts that clung to his strong, narrow hips as if they were his own skin. As he walked back to the bed, Carolyn could see the thickly arched shaft of his penis straining impatiently at the thin material. She felt her body shudder involuntarily as her own burgeoning libido continued to grow, hand in hand, with Philippe's. The pleasant sensation between her thighs was quickly becoming a strident demand for gratification. Philippe smiled at her enticingly and hooked his thumbs under the waist band of his jockey shorts. Slowly, seductively, he pushed them down over his slim hips, down over the firm, compact globes of his buttocks, down over the long smooth muscles of his thighs and calves and finally over his feet. When he stood, Carolyn choked back a gasp. He was endowed like no other man she'd ever seen. His long, thick penis was fully erect and was twitching gently in anticipation of the act that lay ahead. Carolyn couldn't believe the level of stimulation that she had already reached. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer! Her breasts heaved with anticipation! She could feel the need gathering between her thighs in a creeping flood of hot, wet desire. She opened her arms invitingly and whispered his name in a voice trembling with passion. Carolyn's Spanish Gigolo Philippe laid beside her and pressed his face softly into the long silken tresses of her hair. He inhaled it's fragrance deeply, savouring her sweet feminine perfume. He ran his lips slowly down her face, along the hairline, kissing his way gently to her ear. As he reached it, he whispered, in a voice rife with sensual emotion. "Carolyn, you are the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I wanted you the moment I saw you standing at your door." Carolyn shivered with anticipation at the touch of his lips and the feel of his breath on her ear. All the while, his hands moved softly over her body, caressing her tenderly, touching her intimately, exploring her femininity, arousing her flesh to levels of rapture she'd never before experienced. He moved tenderly to her cheek, revelling in the softly luxuriant quality of her skin. His lips found her eyes, her nose, her chin. He kissed each in turn, tasting their sugary sweetness, worshipping their alluring natural fragrance, savoring their soft, satiny texture. At last, his searching mouth found hers. As their lips touched, a spark of erotic energy shot between them and danced electrically along the entire length of their bodies. Carolyn's hands moved up and down Philippe's arms. She explored his shoulders, his chest, his rock hard abdomen. Her back arched as she pressed to get even closer to his smoothly muscled frame. Her breasts strained into his hands as they caressed her. She could taste his cologne on her lips, smell it's intoxicating fragrance, feel it's sexually inebriating affect. She was taking possession of him. She was going to have him! Philippe's tongue pressed gently against her softly pursed lips and when they parted he slid his tongue between and touched its tip to hers. His mouth tasted sweet. Their kiss was deep and longing, mesmerizing both of them and lasting for what seemed an eternity. It left both of them breathless and yearning for more. Now his lips moved along the delicate porcelain line of Carolyn's jaw, down to the soft, warm, perfumed flesh of her throat. Philippe could feel her racing pulse pounding beneath his lips, smell the sweet fragrance of her satin skin, feel the caress of her fingers at the back of his head as she pulled his face closer to her straining breasts. As his lips explored the softly erotic loveliness of her throat and neck, his hands wandered boldly over her naked body touching her, caressing the soft fullness of her breasts, exploring the rounded perfection of her shapely hips, stroking the dark triangle of silky pubic hair between her gently parted thighs, feeling the soft, moist heat of her female center. Then his hands moved back to her breasts, cradling them gently and lovingly. He began kissing them softly, tenderly, revelling in their fullness, delighting in their voluptuous feel. He kissed above, beside and beneath, leaving no part of their seductive loveliness untouched by his warm, searching lips. At first, he moved slowly, in large sensual circles around the outer circumference of each breast, kissing gently as he went; exalting her feminine sexuality. Then the circles became progressively smaller until his lips finally fell upon the soft, pink, velvet of her nipples. He took each nipple gently between his lips and drew it seductively into his mouth. Carolyn moaned softly as she felt his tongue move enticingly over her yearning breasts, caressing them softly, nibbling them teasingly, sucking them provocatively. Her nipples began to take on a red hue as Carolyn's need grew. They reacted gently to Philippe's erotic touch. Like flowers placed in the sun, they blossomed, ripely erect and full, each straining for the erogenous touch of his lips and tongue. Carolyn's hands began moving down over his body. Down over the hard, rippling muscles of his back, down over the tight, compact globes of his perfectly shaped buttocks, gently caressing the long, smooth muscles at the back of his powerful thighs. Then she moved to the front and began exploring her way back up. She could feel the blunt, swollen head of his penis pushing insistently against her thigh. As her fingers closed around it, she felt a hot, salacious thrill shoot along the turgid length of her wetly aroused labia. It was huge! It felt alive as it jerked excitedly in response to the soft touch of her hand. She stroked the shaft lovingly from top to bottom, marvelling at its length and girth. She shuddered with erotic delight. The realization that she was about to feel its magnificent length and width filling her yearning vagina, sent hot thrills dancing over her invigorated body. She trembled with growing anticipation and shivered convulsively as she felt its hard girth pressing urgently against her, coaxing her deliciously, enrapturing her hypnotically. She wanted to have him right then at that moment. She wanted to feel the rock hard evidence of his need entering her, possessing her; thrusting deeply in and out of her hot, wet, inviting vagina. The raging inferno of passion that this living Adonis had ignited within her had to be quenched. Philippe moaned softly each time her hand moved along its swollen length. Carolyn loved feeling and hearing his need as she touched him, as she explored the exciting dimensions of his thick, rigid penis. Her hands continued moving up over his torso. She marvelled at the steel hard perfection of his abdomen, gasping softly as she felt it's rippling excellence beneath her salacious touch. The hard knots of muscle slid exotically beneath her lust filled fingertips like luxuriously carved slats of mahogany. His wide, powerful, chest muscles flexed and relaxed rhythmically, excitingly. Her fingers hungrily traced the sharp, muscular mass of his powerfully chiselled shoulders. The more she touched him the more she wanted to touch him. Now Philippe's mouth moved gently down over Carolyn's tummy. He kissed her navel softly, then moved to her hips and traced their voluptuous shape teasingly. The touch of his warm, full lips sent passionate chills up and down her body. All the while, his hands moved over her, exploring her intimate parts, beguiling her, driving her to already raging libido to peaks of desire that soared higher and higher with each touch and each kiss. Finally, his lips reached the dark, silky triangle of her carefully trimmed pubic hair. Her soft, white thighs were parted and lay open in silent surrender. She was ready to be taken. She wanted to feel this beautiful man inside her. Philippe got on his knees between Carolyn's open legs and began kissing the inside of her thighs, tasting their satiny softness, savoring the sweet feminine fragrance of her growing need. Then he pressed his face hungrily into the dark triangle of her pubic mound and kissed it lovingly. His tongue slid softly between her turgid labia and gently touched the now swollen head of her clitoris. He moved his tongue in tiny circles around it, coaxing it to even greater heights of erotic arousal. Carolyn's fingernails dug into the satin sheets of the bed. She moaned loudly as she felt his tongue exploring her now super excited clitoris. Her back was arched as she thrust her hips upwards, allowing Philippe unrestrained access to her inner labia and vagina. She moved her hands to his head, running her fingers through his hair, stroking the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her softly opened body. Philippe's arousal was becoming more urgent now. His tongue began moving along the entire length of Carolyn's labial folds, from top to bottom, probing deeply, tasting freely the warm erotic flow of her excitement, stimulating her to dizzying heights and moving himself to levels of passion that he'd only dreamed of before finding this fascinating creature. He gently spread Carolyn's labial slit with his fingers, exposing her delicate clitoris to his searching tongue. Then he softly pushed the surrounding flesh away from the head, exposing it completely. He began making tiny circles around it with the point of his tongue, alternately sucking and kissing as he did. The unbelievably thrilling sensation brought Carolyn to the brink of an orgasm. Her hips were beginning to thrust involuntarily and her hands at the back of Philippe's head were pulling him insistently closer. Philippe could sense that Carolyn was moving quickly towards an orgasm. He hastily got to his knees and, taking the straining shaft of his penis in his hand, moved his hips forward until its huge purple head was pressing against the warmly flooded crease of her passion swollen labia. She moaned loudly as she felt his penis pressing insistently against her. Then, he thrust his hips a little further ahead and Carolyn's labia spread wide, stretching tightly about the head of his surging manhood, accommodating him wantonly, shamelessly, and with total sexual abandon. Philippe didn't enter Carolyn completely at first. He didn't want to hurt her and knew from experience that he would if he wasn't patient with her. He could tell that she was relatively inexperienced sexually and purposely kept a leash on his seething libido. He slowly and deliberately began to move the head of his penis in and out of just the opening of her vagina. The feeling was a sensually delightful experience for both of them. Each of them moaned wantonly at the deliciously erotic response that it evoked. After only a few minutes of short, shallow thrusting, Carolyn's thighs were spread wide. Her back was arched and her pubic mound was thrust upwards in a frenzied search for more. Realizing that she was now ready for all of his passion, Philippe lowered his chest onto her heaving breasts, covered her lips with his mouth and pushed his penis deep into her waiting vagina. Carolyn shuddered with unbridled animal pleasure as she felt Philippe's penis drive deeply into her vagina and press urgently against her cervix. He moved so far into her that she was certain that she could hold no more and then he moved in further. Finally, she felt the large firm globes of his testicles pressing against her perineum and knew that they were now totally united in their act of erogenous pleasure. She delighted in the feel of Philippe's arms around her and revelled beneath the weight of his hard body on hers. With each vigorous thrust of his hard, thick penis, the orgasm building within her came closer. She could taste the salty perspiration on his face, smell the moist heat of their sexual fervor, hear the hot breath of his need raging in her ear, feel the impending eruption of his passionate release approaching quickly. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her thrusting became more frenzied. Her breath rushed raggedly in and out of her throat. And then the orgasm was upon her, totally possessing her mind and her body, sweeping her up in a raging flood of pure sexual pleasure that was completely beyond her control. Philippe could see and feel Carolyn's abandon and answered by thrusting faster and deeper and harder. He could feel her fingernails cutting into the flesh of his back and shoulders, feel her tongue pushing insistently against his own, feel her hips rocking in uncontrolled spasms of carnal delight. Her breath roared in his ears as he felt her vagina contracting rhythmically about his thrusting penis as the full force of her orgasm struck. She moaned loudly, over and over, as the orgasm swept her along a raging river of passionate release. Moments later, still in the after contractions of her orgasm, Carolyn felt Philippe's body tense with urgency. He was pushing in and out of her even harder now, thrusting relentlessly, driving his penis ever farther into her softly opened body. Seconds later, he threw back his head in total abandon as jet after jet of semen, boiling with passion, exploded into the deepest reaches of Carolyn's embracing vagina. He groaned in agonized ecstasy as he felt his cargo of lust surging into her open, lovingly receptive body. Finally, he collapsed with a deep, satisfied moan onto Carolyn's breasts. They were both completely exhausted, mentally and physically. They laid together for what must have been hours. Their bodies still joined in love. They kissed and stroked one another, joyously satisfied. They giggled wickedly and whispered secrets into each others ears, even though no one else was there to hear, celebrating what they had found in each others arms. They fell asleep that way. Still locked in one another's arms. Their lips still touching. Each still looking into the face of the other. Their naked bodies still entwined. Carolyn slept deeply, contentedly, her body enjoying the fulfilment that had eluded her all of her life. The feel of Philippe's body, warm against hers, was more comforting than she could ever have imagined. She felt protected. Satisfaction washed over her in warm, gentle waves. After what seemed like only minutes, Carolyn was awakened by a short twinge of pain in her ankle. The local anaesthetic was beginning to wear off. "I'll have to be sure to get those pain pills that Geraldo prescribed when I get to the airport tomorrow morning", she thought to herself. Then as she was about to nuzzle her face back into Philippe's shoulder, she noticed that the darkness outside of her hotel window had been replaced by dim light. She sat up with a start and looked at the travel clock on her vanity. It was six forty five in the morning! "Oh my God!", she shouted, "Philippe! Wake up! It's almost 7 o'clock in the morning. I haven't even packed any of my clothes yet and my plane leaves in three hours!" Philippe bolted upright and leapt from the bed. With sleep and the hangover of passion still heavy in his voice he reassured Carolyn softly. "Don't worry my darling! We'll make it! I promise you!" The next few hours were hectic, but Philippe was a godsend. He helped Carolyn with her packing, then went down to the front desk and picked up the cane that Geraldo had sent over. After more than an hour of frenzied activity, Carolyn was at the front desk, checking out. This was not what either of them had wanted. What they'd found together the evening before was something that they should have been able to enjoy over and over again, but instead, they were being pulled from each other's arms by the most relentless of all enemies, time. They arrived at the airport at nine thirty, only a half hour before Carolyn's plane was due to takeoff. Philippe helped her to the waiting area and then rushed off to the airport pharmacy to pick up the pills that Geraldo had prescribed. By the time he arrived back at the passenger lounge, the plane was loading and Carolyn was standing at the end of the line waiting for him. As he pressed the pills into her hand, he looked deep into her eyes and, in a voice cracking with emotion whispered softly. "So we must say goodbye now! It's a sad truth that all good times must eventually come to an end my lovely one. I wish that we could have had more time together and gotten to know one another better. Now, while our feelings for each other are still new, you must return to your work thousands of miles away and I must prepare to return to university here in Madrid." With that, he took her into his arms and holding her gently whispered, "Carolyn, I want you to know that you are special. What we had together last night was like nothing I have ever experienced before. You're the only woman I've met since I returned to Madrid whom I'll remember. You'll be in my dreams decades from now. We may meet again someday, but even if we don't, we'll never be more than a daydream away from one another." Then he took Carolyn's chin gently between his thumb and forefinger and turned her face up to look into his. He pressed his lips softly to hers and stroked her cheek gently. Their moment of quiet affection was quickly shattered by the excited words of a flight attendant. "Miss!...Miss!... You must come right away! The plane is going to leave in less than two minutes!" Carolyn turned to see the flight attendant waiting impatiently at the door to the passenger loading ramp. Philippe helped her to the ramp and as he was about to say goodbye one last time, the flight attendant took her by the arm, gently but insistently and led her into the passageway. The door closed quickly as they entered and with Philippe's soft words still echoing in her ears, Carolyn made her way down the corridor leading into the waiting aircraft. With the help of the flight attendant, Carolyn made her way to her assigned seat. She was sad and was sure that she'd be feeling a lot sadder before the flight was over. She felt cheated! Why couldn't she have met Philippe on the first day of her visit instead of the last day she wondered. However, her mood quickly changed as she approached her seat and saw the beaming face of Anne Marie. "Hi there stranger!" laughed Anne Marie. What the heck happened to you last night?" Then, with an evil grin on her face she remarked, "Ricardo and I had to start without you!" She smiled dramatically as she rolled the "R" in Ricardo, but her smile immediately turned to a look of concern as she saw the cane that Carolyn was leaning on. "Oh Carolyn", she whispered in shock. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you'd hurt yourself. What happened?" Carolyn forced a smile and replied wryly, "I fell down the stairs in the hotel and twisted my ankle." "Oh my God!" replied Anne Marie. "So, you never got to meet your dashing Philippe?" Just then, the flight attendant placed a couple of complimentary drinks in front of them. "Yes, I met him." replied Carolyn. The agency wasn't able to reach him in time to cancel the date. He showed up at my hotel room at eight o'clock as agreed." "Oh!" remarked Anne Marie, a libidinous smile flashing across her face. "To bad he didn't show up before you twisted your ankle. You could have gone to the party. It was fantastic Carolyn! You missed an unforgettable experience!" Carolyn lifted her drink to her lips and, smiling demurely over the rim at Anne Marie, replied, "I wouldn't bet on that!"