Having met the most insatiable women I had ever come across, so to speak, it naturally became silly not to make the most of it. The main problem I had, however, was how to do that and still work sometimes long days with travelling involved as well. The day after our first “session" I had to do some installation work in Cala Millor only about 35 miles from Palma Nova but involving a trip to the airport on the way to pick up a colleague.
These were the days when mobile phones were not as common as they are now so I told Anna (I’ve changed her name but she would know why and appreciate the new name) that I may be a couple of days away. The only problem with that was she was due to fly back home in three days which made it imperative (to me) to get the job done as quickly as I could.
Fortunately and looking back it was a godsend the guy I picked up had the hardware with pre-loaded software on board which cut down work time quite a bit. All in all a day and a half later I was on my way back to the honey pot and hopefully a shag fest. My expectations were running riot.....
I called at the apartment she was staying at and was held at the door whilst she got her things. I realised that her daughter must still be inside too and apologised as we were walking down the stairs. She just told me not to worry. Her husband was not the father to her daughter and they both disliked him anyway. Which made it alright then I presumed. It's an odd thing isn't it - when you're sexually charged with a single purpose in mind sentimentality and other thoughts bordering anywhere near compassion go out of the window.
We strolled along to Cheeks Bar hand-in-hand and sat outside for over three hours chatting away, about all sorts of things, our marriages, children ( I had three, Anna just the one daughter), work, love (I know it sounds a bit early but we both felt something important was going to happen) and sex. Talking about sex when you’ve only had sex once is quite odd but refreshing. As we were holing hands she pulled my hand up the inside of her leg up to her soaking wet knickerless cunt. And I mean soaking wet. Two fingers hardly touched the sides and I thought she was going to orgasm there and then. But as easily as she switched on she could switch off as well and pushed my hand away as people on the pavement approached. As I found out some weeks later she was not averse to flashing her cunt to attractive people, especially women.
The hour of 10 o'clock passed and I got a final drink before we headed back to her apartment. We chatted some more and as I looked at the marvel sitting next to me she epitomised the feminine version of the aryan race. Blonde, freakishly startling blue eyes, super confident and slightly condescending. I was punching well above my weight, for sure.
With the beautiful evening sun fading in the background leaving icicle-like streaks of sunshine on the water we strolled back to her apartment, strangely at a faster pace than we set off earlier in the evening. I was about to find out that Anna had two priorities in life; the first sex and the second more sex.
Climbing the stairs with her in front I was tempted to put my hand under her dress but why delay the main course I probably thought. She put the key in the door opened it and we went inside. This is where she sort of attacked me. It’s a strong word but I was quite taken aback. She kissed me savagely, her tongue going that far into my mouth I could not respond in kind. She reached behind and undid the zip on her navy blue dress which slid to the floor. There she was, naked apart from her bra and slightly heeled shoes.
She often kept her bra on for sex (and also for sleeping in) - I think she was somewhat self-conscious about the size and/or sagginess of her tits. I was in awe of them, however, and couldn’t wait to get at her nipples and suck them to death. The embrace was unlocked for seconds as we went into her bedroom. Anna got on the bed on all fours, my expectation being she wanted to be fucked from behind. Her expectation was somewhat different. She loved being licked that way and I duly obliged. when she reached under with one hand to open her cunt lips and let me get right up inside I knew this was the woman for me. Absolutely no inhibitions and completely relaxed about all (nearly all) aspects of sex. She moved her position down a bit and asked me to lick her arse which I’d not done before but I approached the task in hand with all the alacrity you would expect of a man sex-starved for months on end. When she again moved and put her own finger in her arse and got me to lick her clitoris it took her probably less than a minute for her to cum. Her orgasm was convulsive and accompanied by a fair degree of noise, not that either of us cared about the neighbours.
I was scrambling to get my cock out and do something with it if only wank - I was desperate to cum as well. Anna obliged and in an act of pure self-indulgence as she rolled over onto her back I pushed my cock into her and fucked her like mad. At that point I had no other thought than to fill her with spunk. Again she had other ideas and wanted to suck my cock so she got me to stand at the side of the bed with her sort of wanking and sucking in equal measures. She asked me to “make it myself” (they use the word “make" like we use “do”). With her middle finger then she pushed it straight up my arse and fucked it in and out quite vigorously. One thing was for sure I was not going to gain any points for staying power. Men cum in different ways; some shoot everytime some dribble and some a mixture of the two. I’m usually a dribbler but she had me that worked up I shot one jet of spunk straight across her face, missing her mouth altogether and a small rope of it landing on her left cheek and in her hair. The pillow was also a direct hit.
She loved the sight of it and sucked my cock dry. We kissed and I got on the bed with her, both basking in that after-cum glow. I fucked her again about half an hour later more “traditionally” this time missionary style and came inside her while she played with her clit. She asked me to tell her what I had done with other women which turned her on a lot and contributed to her stunning climax. I hadn’t up to that point even thought about condoms and then the sudden dawning of reality hit me when she said she wasn’t on the pill either.
Fortunately, she didn’t become pregnant - not that it would have mattered as some three months later I left my wife and with a one-way ticket on the Dover to Calais ferry drove over to set up a new life in northern Germany. And that’s where even more exciting adventures would lie in wait.
