The streets of Valencia are unusually crowded, more so than on any other summer’s night. The noise and thump of music beats are carried on the stilled air, and it becomes a choice of whether to keep open the bedroom window or to close it and suffer the warmth in the house, open plan and airy as it is. The music festival was only into its first day, and two more were to follow. If the wind direction remained unchanged, so too would the sound of music be carried to where she lived.
“I’ll go and get us both a drink,” Alejandra told her companion and slipped out of her embrace. “Aren’t you hot?”
Nuria laughed softly, and in dismay, as she reached out to detain her. “Only for you, now stay here with me. The music’s tempo goes so well with what we’ve done, again.”
Alejandra submitted to her wondering caresses then Nuria’s kisses. She soon broke free of these claims upon her body and knelt between her lover’s legs, coaxed her to spread them wide before she lay between their fleshy warmth, pressing her lips against her wet pussy, and began to tongue and lick her labia, then to lance her tongue into that welcoming vagina and flicker over her clit. She was learning how it went, of going down on a woman.
“See? You don’t notice the noise anymore!” Nuria gasped and writhed underneath her lover. She felt faint from the renewed intensity of Alejandra’s claims upon her body, a hand reaching out to caress and clamp her sagging breasts, to tweak her nipples. “Yes, do that to me again!”
Three fingers slipped in and reamed her pussy until she became a panting wreck, unable to remember just how many times she had cum. She was again overwhelmed by the pleasure Alejandra brought so expertly for someone new to the games of woman on woman, and she writhed in response to the rushes of her orgasms until she felt that she would lose consciousness.
“Me now, on you!” she called out when her pleasure had subsided and she coaxed Alejandra to lie back on the bed. “Your clients won’t ever know what you do in your spare time.”
“I love men and women, I realize now,” Alejandra retorted.
Her architect’s business, ‘Sanchez Arquitectura’, wasn’t to be spoken of now. She was immensely proud of what her efforts had achieved over the years since it had been a two-person practice. Her open-plan house, created within the shell of a retained frontage of some style, was now her home and constructed just as she wanted. She lived comfortably and mostly alone, now.
As for her sex life, it no longer felt strange to go down on a woman or to have Nuria tease and finger her in practiced ways that she was still learning of. Her carefully tended and voluptuous body was a magnet, that was for sure, but there were times when she also yearned for a man’s touch but none of the complications that being with them had so often brought into her life.
“May I get that drink for us now?” she asked with a teasing laugh. She had succumbed to an orgasm brought on by Nuria’s ways. Even now she wanted a man’s cock, more than ever, so that she could gain some perspective on what she had so easily fallen into doing, seduced as she had been by Nuria.
But she would take her pleasure wherever it could be found, until then. Her lover was more of a lipstick lesbian, than not, who loved fashionable clothes and only her cropped hair a giveaway, perhaps. Both of them were equally fleshy, large-breasted, and broad-hipped; not the skinny, flighty, almost androgynous look-alikes some went for these days.
Nuria suddenly sat up. “There’s someone at the door! I hear thumping, and it’s not the infernal sound of that awful music!”
Alejandra listened and she now heard it too.
“I’ll go and see. At this time of night, it can only be troublemakers.”
“Just be careful, won’t you?” Nuria called after her and slumped back on the bed as she muttered to herself, sliding her fingers down to her pussy. She sighed with pleasure as she did so. “I don’t want any interruptions, not now…not after what we’re getting into, at last.”
She had seen Alejandra tighten the belt of her silk dressing gown onto her curvy figure, the print on the deep blue fabric decorated with a mermaid, the colour suiting her dusky skin. No one should see her like that, her rich silken brown-black hair a delightfully mussed tangle that fell just to her shoulders. The professional woman was someone else when she was naked in her arms and that was what she wanted again, and soon.
♥
Alejandra wondered if she should open the door dressed only in a kimono-styled dressing gown that finished just above the knee and with nothing worn underneath. She loved the feel of the cool silk on her skin and dismissed the thought that she might smell of sex as she studied her reflection in the hallway mirror. She swept back her hair from a tired face. Nuria could be so demanding.
The doorbell rang again, insistently and for longer, and she knew there was nothing for it but to see who it was.
“Aiee, chico!” she exclaimed on seeing her nephew, Diego, slumped in another guy’s arms. Who he was she didn’t know, immediately, but he was eye-catchingly good-looking and stared at the viewfinder as if to provoke her into opening up. When she did so, she saw that Diego was in an inebriated state. He was out of it and mumbled an incoherent greeting.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, señora Sanchez…but Diego suggested it as you lived closest to where we’ve been.”
She had gathered her thoughts as the stranger spoke. “You’re Pablo, aren’t you? I think I’ve got that right.”
“Si, so you remember?” he grinned in evident pleasure that she had done so. “We have been at the festival, and….we’re too pissed to drive. Sorry, too tanked up,” he corrected, smiling apologetically for his use of language. “I wondered if we could crash here for the rest of the night?”
“Diego gave you the idea, did he?” It was then that she heard Nuria’s call. She cursed silently on realizing that her secret was out, or soon would be. “You’d better come in.”
“I’m disturbing you,” he observed, only too knowingly, as Nuria came into view. So, these two voluptuous women were into each other, though looking at them he could understand the reasons why.
“Yes, you are disturbing us late at night, both of you, but just come in, and be quick about it.” Alejandra stepped aside for an instant, tightening the belt of her gown, as if out of reflex, as she met Pablo’s bold and appraising look upon her.
She sensed Nuria’s presence and turned to look her way and was relieved to note that she too had cinched her dressing gown tightly around her waist, but that did not keep from shaping her heavy breasts, her fleshy legs poking out from under the gown’s frilly hem. It was only too obvious, from the set of her full lips, that Nuria was not pleased by this interruption to their night together.
They reached under Diego’s arms and manouevred him into the hallway before they took him in shuffling steps to the foot of the open tread, polished concrete, staircase that was such a feature of her home.
“I am sure Diego would say it too…that we are sorry to disturb you.”
“It’s done now,” she sighed and met Nuria’s look. “Yes, they’re staying. I can’t just turn them out in this state.”
“Then, do you want me to go?”
“No, and we can talk about it all later. Let’s just get this young man upstairs and into a bed.” She was in two minds on what to do. “We need to get him to drink a glass of water, at the very least.”
“I’ll get it,” Nuria muttered in evident irritation, yet taken by the concern her lover showed for the young man. “I’ll get a bowl as well; in case he pukes. We can’t have that, can we?”
“Thanks, we’ll be in the room at the far end of the corridor.”
“I’m sorry, señora,” Pablo repeated when they had a few moments alone. He was doing the bulk of the heavy lifting as they got Diego to take faltering steps up the stairs. “Come on pal, you’re going to be okay now.”
“I hope so, for his sake. What kind of friend are you that you let it get so bad? Are you two on drugs too?” she demanded to know as she felt his body brush against her when they reached the door of a spare bedroom.
He flinched. “Shit no! He just got carried away by the music and the dancing with the chicks that were there, but they were as wrecked as he was and it got him nowhere, as you can see.”
“And you?”
“I had no time for that and wondered where to take him. I then remembered that you lived along the way for us to get home so I got a taxi.” He paused, looking at her and brazenly giving her the eye as she tightened her robe once more. He felt his wick twitch, the woman’s fleshy beauty had already gotten to him even if she was a great deal older. The same went for that Nuria woman, but she had a mouth on her, luscious full lips or not. “I’m glad that I did now, though we’ve intruded on you.”
“Yes, you have, but you’re repeating yourself!” Nuria was heard to say in her uncompromising tone, a bottle of water and a washing bowl in hand as she came into the room. “Do we all have to undress him?”
“No, I’ll do that,” Pablo laughed. “There would be no secrets if you stayed.”
“There’s nothing that we haven’t seen before,” Nuria sniffed, yet pouting a smile. “Things aren’t all that they seem.”
“I guess not,” he laughed again, yet glad that Alejandra remained to help him get Diego undressed, her movements opening the kimono as she moved to help him.
She was too late to prevent him from seeing the tumble of her heavy breasts and the gentle swell of her tummy. She was a big woman and no more, not fat, and her skin silky and glowing with health and vitality. It wouldn’t be too difficult to become involved with her if the chance arose, but that seemed unlikely given Nuria’s presence.
“Aieee!” she heard him gasp in obvious admiration on seeing just what she brought to the eye before her gown was closed again, the fabric tie knotted just to make sure she didn’t expose herself again.
“Come on, let’s get him settled,” Alejandra urged, pretending to be unbothered by his presence and how he was behaving towards her. She had seen his leering glance and a smile tease the corners of his lips. It had been a while, she chose to admit to herself, since a man’s mouth had been on her skin or she had seen such a look cast her way. That it was a young guy made the moment so very different from those that had gone before.
Pablo shrugged off his windcheater and she saw his muscled arms and lean torso, his T-shirt not tucked into his grubby jeans that had grass stains on the knees. He was strong and would have to undress his friend until Diego, all but senseless, could lie on the bed, the covers pulled back and his head propped on a thick pillow.
“Drink some water, amigo, then we’ll leave you alone.”
“I’ll help you,” Alejandra began but had to step back.
She had leaned in to offer the bottle of water to Diego’s lips but the sash fastening had come loose, once more, and her kimono had fallen open. There was no mistaking it, the sound of breaths being taken in, sharply, as both Pablo and Nuria saw her heavy breasts swaying, her deep cleavage seen through the gap as the front of her kimono parted. They bounced around before she had time to knot the sash once more and to cover herself, a pendant necklace gleaming, even in the poor light cast by a table lamp.
“Get on with it!” Nuria muttered, dismayed that Alejandra had not taken greater trouble to cover herself.
“We are!” Alejandra snapped in reply as she turned to look at her for an instant only.
“Lie on your side, pal,” Pablo coaxed in evident concern, and not before he had made Diego gulp down some water. He placed one of the pillows at his back and tugged on one knee to put him in the recovery position. He did all this to try and slow his racing heart, provoked by what he had seen of a woman’s body, the sudden and unexpected thrill of seeing just what Alejandra would bring to a man’s sight and touch. Jeez, how he would love to touch those nipples that were as hard as coat pegs, to mash those tits of hers together, and to go down on her.
Diego’s reckless boozing had changed all their plans for the night but he might, just, be able to salvage something of it.
“Undress him, we need to undress him!” Alejandra suddenly blurted out and feared what Nuria might say. Diego, her nephew, wasn’t smiling now, not the young man she remembered from a family reunion a few months ago. His curly hair was matted and his oval face, with its bushy moustache and bearded chin, was pale. His friend Pablo wasn’t looking too good either, but at least he wasn’t on the point of collapse. His black hair was swept back from a lean face, long sideburns trailing off into a beard that simply revealed he had not shaved in a few days. It wasn’t studiously unkempt, like some she saw out on the streets when she walked to work.
Nuria surprised her with what she now suggested.
“We may as well all do that and get him into bed!” she grumbled, “then we can all get some peace.”
“And get together,” Pablo suggested with a soft laugh as he considered his chances with one, or both, of the women he had met.
“In your dreams!” Nuria snapped, only to relent as she felt Alejandra caress her tummy as she put an arm around her in restraint. A shake of the head, how she then arched her eyebrows, suggested what was also on her mind.
“Yes, but they aren’t just dreams now,” he answered as his eyes drifted over Alejandra, brazenly purposeful and his hopes clear. The drink had loosened his tongue, not wrecked him, and the chick he had met at the festival was disappointed that they had only just started getting into each other before he’d been obliged to leave. For him, unfinished pleasures had to be made good.
“There, that will have to do,” Alejandra said, dismay in her voice, as Diego lay on his side, his briefs disfigured by what was covered by the thin cotton cloth.
She felt Nuria’s hand tighten on her arm, intent on drawing her away from the sight of a well-made young man lying there before them, drunk as a rat, and all but oblivious to his surroundings. She felt again the only too familiar cramps of longing for a man’s prick, and a horny young guy was standing so darned close that she couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of them all getting together.
“Now there’s me to take care of,” Pablo suggested, as if reading her mind, and as they walked to the bedroom door, one hand brushing over Alejandra’s bum, shaped so enticingly by her kimono. They stood close, Pablo at her shoulder and Nuria beside her, all three looking to see if Diego stirred. He didn’t. “We interrupted you…intruded upon you and Nuria. Are there any other games we can play?”
“The three of us you mean?” Nuria laughed and her voice lighter than he had heard since his arrival. She seemed intent on salvaging something of her time with Alejandra, and a frolic with a guy would also be something of a turn-on it seemed, if her hold on his arm was anything to go by.
Pablo met her look as he slipped a hand through the gap of Alejandra’s kimono and cupped her breasts, their heavy tumble such a provocation to him, just as her wonderfully hard nipples now were as the fingers of one hand closed around them.
“What a temptation you are to me now,” he breathed hotly, his mouth close to her lips but he chose not to kiss her. They held the other’s stare and he expected some reaction from her.
“You assume too much!” Alejandra gasped as his caresses grew fiercer and insistent. Pablo’s hands swept over the swell of her tummy, and brushed over her slicked pussy’s lips, as her kimono fell open once more and was loosely draped over her shoulders.
“Do I assume too much?” He kissed her and felt Alejandra clutch at his shirt as Nuria sought the same of him. He obliged her and felt the woman’s hand grope for his prick, hard against the front of his jeans.
“What we do here stays here, got that?” Alejandra snapped. Her strong grip on his chin made Pablo look at her and the glare in her eyes was intimidating. The night would have to follow her plans and no one else’s.
“Sure, I’ve got that…also this.” His mouth crashed onto her lips again, and his tongue probed, until she opened the way to deep kisses as her hands gripped his sides and then found him. He tore his mouth away from her, his body wracked by the rush of desire that this woman aroused in him. Hopes were to be made only too real. “I’ve got more than Diego and you’re not sending me away or stopping me in what I do…what I want to do with both of you.”
The three of them shared in raging kisses, and both women groped him, clenched his skin as they all pursued clamping caresses to their fevered bodies. The scented candles still flickered in their fluted glasses, the women’s love den now to have him as an addition to the games they had been sharing until he and Diego had crashed the party.
♥
It took him a while to strip off his clothes, the women’s wanton claims upon him suggesting that it could become a race for who would be the first to get fucked, the other making do with him eating her out.
And so, it soon proved to be, Alejandra choosing to let Nuria ride him as he flopped back on the bed and she engulfed his arcing prick in her mouth, her finger working him expertly and her lips and tongue slicking over it like she was tasting an ice lolly. He felt her breasts press and slide over his thighs and gazed up in pleasure as Alejandra moved to straddle his head.
How her breasts had shaped her kimono had hinted at what she would bring but now, freed of all cover, she was provoked into kissing him and to do so slowly, to languish in the touch of their mouths as he fondled them and her kisses became deeper and lingeringly sensual. Then she covered his face with her wet heat, parted her pussy’s lips with her fingers, and provoked him to suckle on those lips, to dart his tongue into her as she rocked back and forth on his face, his tongue flickering as it found her clit.
“Save some for me, Pablo! There’s two of us to please!” Nuria heard Alejandra exclaim but she had first call on him as she began to take him, her wondering eyes locked on his growing staff, as she gripped the base with one hand and stroked the fingers of the other over its length before her mouth enveloped the domed tip. He began to squirm as both women took him or demanded so much from these acts of foreplay.
“Yes, let them go,” Alejandra kissed, easing out of his hold on her tits before she moved to share open-mouthed kisses with her female lover. “You take him, then let me find out what he can do for us both.”
Pablo did as she asked and reached out to put his hands on Nuria’s head and urged her to mouth him, to devote her attention to the domed tip of his penis as she stroked it, bobbing her head up and down in frenzied earnest.
“It’s different with a man, isn’t it?” he was provoked into calling out. He lay there on the crumpled sheets, one woman on his face and the other taking him to a place where he’d lose it.
“Yes…yes it is,” Nuria answered, slurping sounds escaping over those full lips of hers and undeterred by the claims of his hands on her body.
“Oh…oh Jeez! I’m there!” Pablo groaned before he took a sharp intake of breath and burst, sending jetting streams of his cum into her mouth. Nuria buried his staff deep in her throat, her teeth gently gripping his trembling, jerking, flesh as he lost it all in her, Nuria sucking greedily until his moment had passed. “You don’t get that with her!”
“I love it in all ways, Pablo,” Alejandra told him, her mouth close to his lips before it sank onto it and they kissed, shared in his halting breaths as Pablo came down from his high. Nuria’s breasts had been seen caressing his legs as she worked him. Now, she lifted her face away and brushed those wonderfully hard and erect nipples over his skin before she clamped his still trembling prick between them, Alejandra simply looking on. “Is he empty?”
“Not quite,” Nuria grinned as she looked up at her. “We’ve left some for you.” She licked the clammy, glistening, tip of his penis as she caressed his dangling nut sac and kneaded his balls gently. His penis twitched as he kept on gliding her long-fingered hand up and down and could not keep from kissing him. “You wonder, you’re still so darned hard, Pablo!”
“I’ve not been here before, not like this!” he gasped in reply. “I’m going to make it last even if it wrecks me!”
“Or we do,” Alejandra kissed.
Nuria wanted to believe that it was on account of being with the two of them that she felt so darned horny, and lusted after a young man, when her preferences remained a woman’s body, all that could be shared with them and Alejandra in particular.
“Yeah! I’m so darned glad we called by and now I want to stay hard all night and lose it with you two!”
Alejandra wasted no time and lay down beside them, coaxing Nuria to straddle her head as Pablo moved to kneel between her legs. He then tapped the tip of his penis at her opening and she parted her legs further, gasping as Pablo thrust into her, stretching her pussy’s walls, and invading her body in long wrenching strokes.
“Oh, oh fuck!” she yelled, unbothered by her language. “That feels so crazy and amazing…and you’re so deep in me!”
“So, keep me there!” Pablo groaned, as his hips thumped against her buttocks and she caressed his body with her thighs. Alejandra clawed at his skin, and gripped fiercely, to encourage him to move within her as she wanted.
She began to mumble incoherently as moans of pleasure escaped over her parted lips. She panted in her efforts to keep up with him, her pussy’s walls stretched by his twisting and plunging movements, the slam of his hips against her fleshy buttocks as he prodded and poked into her, his balls slapping against her skin. “You’re…you’re so hard and deep in me, Pablo!”
“I want that again, all of it!” he gasped in reply and through his breaths of effort. He wanted it hard and wild, with no finesse or to prolong the sharing of the heat. Diego might wake any moment and he didn’t want to be distracted until he’d lost it all with these two women.
They had it all; they were blessed with fleshy and voluptuous bodies and their minds had accepted the idea of being taken by him. They were as women should be, to his ways of seeing them, and not the skinny, almost anorexic, types so many guys went for. He wanted flesh and passion. He was discovering and enjoying both.
He started slowly, then quickly picked up the pace; drove his penis in and out of her pussy with abandon as Nuria looked on, knelt by Alejandra’s head, and offered caresses whenever she had the chance to do so. The bed rocked from the force of his thrusts, her tits jerking wildly before his face and stilled by the fearsome grip of his hands, or the tug of his mouth on each of them. Her body jolted in response to his thrusts as he worked off his unquenchable desire for her unquenchable.
“Jeez! You’re wrecking me!” he called out.
Alejandra felt the rush of completion begin its journey through her abdomen, from her clit, up into her belly, then in her nipples, and the tightening of her chest and her sharp intakes of breath. It felt as if he filled her body, up to her throat and she found it difficult to breathe, to focus, and to pay some attention to Nuria.
“Go on, fuck my old pussy and fill it all with your seed!” she yelled and shuddered. His balls slapped against her buttocks; his thick shaft slid in and out of her without ceasing, and his fingers pinched on hard nipples or his mouth sank over her jerking breasts. “I’m there Pablo!”
She thrashed her feet on the bed as best as she could, moved her head from side to side in her ecstasy, and met kisses from her lover and Nuria. She could not linger on either. She felt herself rise on the crest of pleasure and fell, overwhelmed by her raging orgasm that wracked her body in surging, swirling waves of taking and spending. She felt all charged up and let go; clawed at his body and clung to him fiercely, crushing her breasts against his skin as he rose on his outstretched arms and gazed down at her body. Somehow, she also met Nuria’s kisses as she lay twisted above them, on the pillows, and sought to claim them in the final moments of a tempestuous fuck session, playing out there before her eyes.
“Cum for me!” Alejandra begged as she felt Pabo’s breaths hitch in his throat and he began to pump in quicker and longer strokes, slipping over the walls of her vagina with that large domed tip of his prick.
He lasted for only half a dozen strokes, blasting wads of cum into her clamping pussy and she wanted to drain him of everything that he still had. She gripped her legs, raised and held them behind his back as Pablo pleasured her and bumped against her buttock; squelched in her moist heat. She was feeling wasted by it all.
“Here, you wonder,” Nuria kissed and gave Alejandra some tissues to stem the flow of cum from her body as Pablo withdrew, his penis growing limp very quickly.
“You lost it with me.” There was wonder in Alejandra’s voice before she kissed him again and clamped her hands to his fevered skin.
“Yeah, it was crazy how you made me feel, both of you.”
Pablo groaned and looked at them as he flopped back on the bed, feeling dazed and mellowed from all that had been discovered on a tempestuous night.
“You’ll live,” Alejandra teased, caressing the full length of his body with her hands, her nipples brushing over his skin as she again worked his prick and her mouth trailing kisses until she gazed into his eyes. “You’ve started something in both of us.”
“Give me a chance to recover will you?” he laughed out as Nuria settled over him and sucked on the tip of his prick, took it into her mouth, and used her agile tongue to clean off his shaft and nuts sac.
“Chico, you are big, tan grande,” she marvelled. Nuria stopped suddenly and looked away. “Your friend’s calling to you and we’re not finished yet.”
“No, but I’d better go,” Pablo replied, although he was reluctant to go and he looked at Nuria as an idea came to him. “Surprise him and play the nurse.”
His suggestion made her smile. “Okay, but I won’t have to pretend, so I hope he will play and that he’s up to it.”
“He will be as his night was interrupted just as mine was. But I’ve made up for it.”
Nuria slipped on her kimono dressing gown and, just as he had seen her some hours ago, it shaped the woman before him. She came over to them and knelt on the bed, moved to kiss Alejandra as she caressed her breasts and met her lover’s look.
“Do you mind if I go to him?”
Alejandra drew her in for a deep, lingering, and open-mouthed kiss. “No, we’ll catch up on what was interrupted by these two young guys. You’ve loved it, haven’t you, all that we’ve done, so far?”
“Yes, and there may be more.”
The door closed quietly behind her and Alejandra moved to lie on Pablo. It would be okay being pegged by a young guy, horny and well-hung, strong and with unlimited endurance, but with the tackle that could please two women in succession. They both needed a rest, but the way their trysts had gone it would not be long before she would share the heat, press the flesh, and ride the waves all over again.
♥
Alejandra drove them to within a short walk of the festival venue, her ways with him now conveying to Pablo that their intimacy of the night, and early morning, were not to be repeated. She also asked for his discretion and that he did not boast of what had happened between them, and not to give a name to the older woman he might boast of having pegged. To Diego, she needed to say a few words. He’d been ‘out of his face’ on drink and that from him reticence was to be expected. Even someone in the family had their weaknesses and the observation cut both ways.
The women waved them goodbye, no parting kisses to be offered. They were all through with that.
“I ache, hombre,” Diego laughed as they strode along the crowded pavement, the route getting busier and noisier, the closer they got to the many venues where a wide range of music was to be played. “That was one hell of a return to consciousness, what that Nuria woman did with me.”
“I gather she’s not into men, as a rule.”
“And you had two to my one!” Diego tapped his pal’s arm. “Good was it? She went through a wrecking divorce did my aunt, Alejandra Sanchez, architect and now something of a sex goddess even at her age.”
Pablo held a finger to his lips. He would keep his word, given to Alejandra, the woman with her soft skin and her delicious body clothed in a black jersey dress that she’d put on with heavy, clunky, lace-up boots, the fabric clinging provocatively to every curve of a body that he’d travelled over with his lips and tongue, his questing hands and his penis aching as it had not done in a very long time. Alejandra had beguiled him during the few hours in her bed, her body and ways of loving having aroused a savage lust for her in him.
“You couldn’t go and fuck your aunt, that’s not what we’re into, pal,” Pablo told his friend in reply to the obvious envy that was to be heard in Diego’s voice. “The festival turned out better than we thought!”
They laughed and exchanged knowing looks.
“How was it, going with them at the same time?” Diego couldn’t help but ask. Nuria had roused him and then wasted him. He had taken pleasure in a busty woman’s body, the lack of inhibitions in a woman of her age something to wonder at, maybe to repeat with anyone else that he met. Some websites cater to the widest range of tastes.
“That will be stored away in my memory of a music festival night. Now, we’ve got another day and this time you just stay off the booze! We can’t go knocking on that door again or can we?”
They laughed and put their arms around each other’s shoulders, as buddies sometimes do, and walked on in jaunty strides.
♥
The women lay on the sun loungers, the rooftop deck shielding them from any curious eyes, the walls lined in pale cedarwood and the plunge pool a brilliant azure blue from the mosaic tiling that Alejandra had ordered to be applied and where she could bathe in privacy.
They sipped on a strong brew of Sangria, lying close so that they could hold hands or stroke the other’s naked body as they pursued, once more, what two young men had interrupted.
“You’re not angry with me, are you, I hope?” Nuria ventured. “I gave you space, seeing as you like to taste both ways of it, and you didn’t come to find me with Diego.”
“And didn’t you like it too, to go both ways for a change?”
Alejandra leaned over to kiss her and Nuria felt a questing hand caress her belly, then dip between her legs. She clamped Alejandra’s arm and felt renewed and unquenchable longing for her. She had been diverted in going with Diego, nothing more.
“I just wanted to have a taste of what others think is real. That young Diego was still so out of it because of the booze to make what happened between us special. I didn’t connect as I did with Pablo, but he’s your young one. I knew that when I saw you two together. No one else was there, it seemed. So, I guess you may hook up with him again…sometime, somewhere?”
“Perhaps,” Alejandra soothed, “sometime and somewhere. Don’t think of that, now, but of us. That’s what I’m going to do.” She moved away and put her glass down on the table before posing, much to Nuria’s delight. She was standing gloriously naked before her lover and then chose to slide gracefully into the bubbling water of the plunge pool. Her skin glistened as she stood up and, with outstretched arms, she beckoned impatiently to Nuria. “Be here and play the mermaid with me?”
Nuria heard the call and did what was asked of her. A disruptive summer festival night was truly over for both of them.
♥