A vacation is a good time to try new things . . . especially for a woman who’s had only guys . . . but who has wondered . . .
Although I’d had many boyfriends since college, I’d wanted to experiment more, but I never had the courage until I took a long-awaited vacation to Madrid. Something about the trip suddenly put me in touch with that long-hidden side of myself.
As I lay near the hotel’s indoor pool on that first day, my eyes drifted not only to the hunky guys but also to the bikini-clad women. Then it dawned on me that I was financially and emotionally secure enough to do whatever I felt like doing.
Late that same afternoon, I went sightseeing in the Sabatini Gardens and spotted a stunning woman, with long black hair and tan, athletic-looking legs. She wore khaki shorts and a turquoise tank top that showed off her firm, small breasts. Ironically, as I admired her body, she was admiring a naked female statue that overlooked an enormous pool of water. I walked over nonchalantly and stood alongside her, trying to get up the nerve to practice some of my rusty Spanish. Instead, it was she who spoke to me without a trace of an accent.
“Don’t you just love the Classical style?” she asked, looking around at me.
“Yes,” I replied, gazing furtively at her tight ass. “Are you an art collector?”
“No, I just love female nudes,” she answered as she met my eyes for the first time. Then her stare drifted to my generous breasts.
“Yes, their bodies are so lovely,” I said and licked my parched lips.
She introduced herself as Dacia. We ended up talking for a long time on a stone bench behind some isolated shrubbery. Dacia told me that, like me, she was an American who had come to Spain, in her case to visit distant relatives. As the sun began to set, the air got much cooler. When I shivered a little, she placed her hand on my thigh and said, “I’ve got an idea I think you’ll love, Tes.”
“Oh?” I lifted my brows with interest.
“My cousin’s bungalow is five minutes from here. She’s not around. We can have the place to ourselves and take a long, hot bath together.” Her face was inches away from mine. I could feel her warm, minty breath on the nape of my neck.
“I can’t wait,” I answered in a husky murmur, placing my hungry mouth on hers in a long, open-mouthed kiss.
Her tongue went between my teeth and toyed with my tongue. I groaned and put my arms around her, pulling her close to me. Her mouth tasted sweet as I tongued her deeply. Dacia got very turned on by my aggressiveness. Her mouth opened farther, yielding completely, then becoming suddenly assertive herself. Her tongue pushed inside my lips, and her tits pushed into mine. I could feel that her rapid heartbeat matched my own.
Suddenly, she pulled away and rasped, “Have you been with a woman before?”
“No, but I want you to teach me.” I kissed her neck and exposed shoulder hungrily. “Let’s hurry!”
We caught a cab, and her hands roved all over me the whole way. I thought we’d do it then and there, but the ride wasn’t long enough for that. We arrived at a secluded bungalow on the edge of a farm.
The place had a unique charm, as if it had been taken straight out of a romance novel set in medieval times. When we got inside, Dacia reminded me about the bath. But there was no running water, and we had to heat up water from a well on the stove.
“So, this is your idea of amor, Dacia?” I laughed, maybe to cover my nervousness, as we lugged can after can of hot water to the old round tub and dumped it in.
We filled it up only halfway so we could have easier access to one another. As steam filled the small room, my muscles relaxed. She added an aromatic oil to the water that made the water shimmer with rainbow-like colors.
“Why don’t you undress? Then I can really show you my idea of romance.” She put her arms around me again.
As my body melted to her touch, I imagined hundreds of naked women who had cleaned and caressed their naked bodies in this antique bathtub. The thought made my cunt contract, increasing my hunger for her.
I peeled out of my clothes with Dacia’s help. Her hands shook as she undid my short-sleeved blouse and pulled down my shorts. Although I certainly didn’t have a tan, my pale olive skin was the same color as the models for the statues from the Sabatini Gardens.
I sensed that Dacia appreciated the artistic value of my tits, ass, and skin when she said, “You have such a beautiful body, Tes.” She also stared at my moist, ruddy pubes, smiling.
After that, I eased myself into the water. Dacia took the opportunity to strip rather slowly as if she were giving me a free show. Her bronze tan left no lines. Her firm ass and generous tits were all the same healthy color. Her brown areolas stood ramrod straight, reacting to the faint breeze that whispered periodically through the open window.
She climbed in the other end. Her tits bobbed in the water like small buoys, promising rescue from my intense lust. Her feet were situated on the sides of my thighs, so I took her toes in my hand and massaged them. She leaned back and sighed deeply.
As my calves went under her knees and settled near her luscious ass, Dacia reached out under the water and slipped her long fingers into my bush. For the first time, I could close my eyes and surrender completely to the pleasant feeling of a woman’s gentle, yet quietly powerful, handling. I leaned forward and my hands caressed her trim sides.
My fingers traced the smooth indentations between her ribs. “I want you so badly,” I whispered.
“Not as much as I want you,” Dacia responded, and then brought her mouth down on mine.
She took me in her arms. We locked together, mouth to mouth and body to body. Her hot, naked breasts tickling against me turned me on in a way that nothing ever had before. Then we came up for air.
“Dacia,” I couldn’t help murmuring as her kisses tracked down my neck and along my left shoulder. Her hands, meanwhile, were busy stimulating other parts of my body. One massaged my right bicep and the other stroked the tresses of hair against the quaking muscle of my thigh. I ached for her fingers to close around my breast and slide into my cunt, but she was in no hurry and waited until I thrust my quivering center into her hand.
“I knew you’d like this idea.” Dacia calmed me with her husky voice. Moaning, I lay back and drifted in the steamy water and the satiny tickle of her curly bush against my leg.
Impatient to gratify at least some of the desire flaring through my body, I lifted one of her inviting breasts above the water and closed my lips and teeth around it, sucking it deeply into my drooling mouth. Our hot breathing was growing increasingly louder.
“You were right,” I said against the side of her breast, then let my palms caress her upper body in a circular motion, moving from her shoulders around to her rib cage, then back over her breasts and down again. Already I could feel her beginning to shudder with a deeper want.
At last, she bent to kiss each of my own erect nipples, then began to gently move my thighs apart and insert the tips of her index and middle fingers. Then her fingers directly addressed my desire. I arched against the pressure of her hand as she slowly slid in and out of me a few times. My own fingers dug against her shoulders as I moved to straddle her with my legs.
She pushed me back against the walls of the bath and lowered her head to my sizzling desire. While I panted with lust, Dacia savored the insides of both my thighs and nibbled at the blazing creases of flesh surrounding my cunt.
Then, after what seemed like endless teasing, she flicked her tongue against the silky, throbbing skin of my engorged clit with even more pressure. I lost myself in her touch and writhed. I had to bite back my cries as I pushed into her harder, desperate to get off.
“Are you there?” she murmured into my cunt-lips.
“So good, so good!” I said as I pushed her head harder between my thighs.
She kept at me, pressing harder and harder into me with her entire mouth and lips. Then I erupted, feeling a potent surge of heat and pleasure race through me. I yelled and quaked, bucking against her face in total abandon. I was lost in the most acute pleasure of my life. It took several minutes for the intense rush inside me to subside.
Gradually, I felt her release me, and she lifted her head, gasping for breath. “That was amazing,” I said. Dacia laughed and said, “Pretty good for a first-timer. I guess your horniness makes up for your lack of experience.”
“I bet I make you even hotter,” I said, moving my hand up her sultry thigh.
“I can’t wait to find out,” she rasped, lifting her butt near the surface of the water so that I could see her large, swollen clit poke out of her cunt-lips. Then I spread her legs wide open and rested my face on her breast. Her toes found my nipples under the water and flicked them. Slowly, exulting in the lustiness of her supple flesh surrendering to mine, I slid three of my fingers up her cunt-hole. They glided up her hot, pulsating folds, sending tingles through both of us.
She was gurgling with enjoyment as I traced the outline of her crease and then pushed back the soft lips casing her engorged clit with my thumb. I seemed to know instinctively what to do as I puckered my lips and sucked gently on her tit while finger-fucking her to the same rhythm.
The fingers of my other hand crept around the curl of her delicious buns, my left forefinger circling the clenching folds of her asshole. I took my time, protracting her bliss, tickling her almost to the point of explosion and then backing off while she squirmed and shook.
“Get me there!” she rasped, boiling over onto my fingers as sparks of excitement caused a blush to surface on her chest. “Oh, yes, Tes, yes, baby!”
Her pleas sounded so earnestly desperate that I lifted her ass up and lodged my knees under her so her cunt surfaced just above the water. I then dived into her bush and replaced my thumb with my mouth, boring down on her clit. Cries of pleasure jammed in her throat and her body went rigid all over. She came beautifully, thrashing and kicking her feet.
Her sugary juices filled my mouth as I sucked her clit into my mouth. At the peak of her excitement, I plunged two fingers of my left hand deep into her butt-hole, meanwhile slithering those of my right up her cunt once again. Dacia yelped like a sea lion in heat and mashed her cunt harder into my moist face.
I reacted by sucking at her clit faster and more roughly. She held onto me like she was about to drown in her own lust. I lapped up every drop she had to offer until she leaned back against the side of the tub, exhausted and gasping.
“I have to go sightseeing more often,” she said with a laugh.
“Only with me, Dacia,” I responded, lowering my head to her enticing thigh once again.
“Only with you,” she gasped, clutching my nipples between her fingers.
We spent the rest of our time in Madrid making it, and we continued the vacation fun even when we went back to work in the States.