Lots of year ago I took a seven days vacation on a spanish island. I was on my own and had a huge bungalow all for myself. On the first night I went for dinner, the restaurant was not crowded, just a few couples. So I ended up sitting alone at my table. Theat was okay for me, in fact that was the whle idea of my trip: spending some time just with myself.
Few minutes later a red haired lady arrived. She was tall, slim, wearing an nice summer dress. Not fancy, not sexy, just nice. She took the table next to mine, studied the menu, placed her order, got some wine. So she was not expecting anyone else. By the time she got her starters and I was waiting for my main course we made eye contact. And I said: "Looks like both of us are eating alone, we could as well be dining together." She smiled and invited me to her table. Ten seconds later I sat there.
My plan of spending time with just myself had vanished in no time - or to be exact: In the time you need to finish a small plate of prawns an half a glass of wine. Nothing much happend after that, we just chatted about the island and what places to go. Turned out she would have loved to rent a car, but it was a budget vacation for her and she could not afford one. Well, I jumped in. Told her, I would rent a car anyway and if she wanted I could take her to some places. She told me where her hotel was (real cheap one) and I promised to pick her up next morning.
Fast forward to next morning: we where driving with her looking up the map for some nice beaches. We found one, got our towels, walked over the dunes and found a nice spot. It was pretty much hidden - not because we wanted to hide. I was just looking for something not too windy. We dropped our towels and, much to my surprise, she dropped all of her clothes too. Nude bathing was not uncommon in that part of the island, but still...
She was about 30, had nice small breasts, a fiery red landing strip and clean shaven lips. That was in the early ninties, most women would not shave at this time and region of the world. I could not help but stare.
We both knew what would come next. We never talked about it, but soon we started kissing. Then we went back to the car and I took her to my bungalow. She was not a good kisser ans as it turnd out soon, she wan not very good in giving blowjobs. But, surprise number two, she was the most orgasmic girl I ever met. I touched her labia a bit, she'd orgasm. I lick, she comes again. I fuck her, another orgasm. And so on. She came about ten times more often than I did.
We spend a lot of time in bed. One time she asked if I would prefer it completely shaved, next day she showed up hairless. One time I asked her to masturbate for me, she said: "You go first." I touched myself, she just sat there watching, her hand on the armrest. When I came, she came too. Without having touched herself. "Ah, that is just a little muscle work", she explained.
I told her she was blessed among the women.
Two days later I had to leave. Never saw her again.
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