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Subject: {ASSM} When Spanish Eyes Are Smiling     MF  MF rom  long
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This is a work of erotic fiction inspired by a recent
trip to Spain.  Any resemblence to actual people or
events is purely coincidental.  This story is solely
intended for the private enjoyment of the audience and
any distribution of the descriptions of this story
without the permission of the commissioner is
prohibited.  Contructive criticism of the story is
welcome, but flames are not.  No animals were harmed
in writing this story.  

*************************************

	If pressed, Brendon McCabe would admit that he loved
Spain because of its women.  It certainly wasn't the
food, which consisted mainly of fat and unchewable
ham, called jamon.  Rather, Brendon thought the women
were the sexiest in Europe.   They were proud of their
ample chests, which they displayed with several inches
of cleavage.   They wore sleeveless blouses, with very
thin straps, or just a piece of cloth over the right
shoulder.  Many wore tight strapless bodices,  just
held in place by a few strips of lycra.    They were
shorts or brief skirts,  displaying their vital
assets.  Even the department store mannequins sported
prominent pointy breasts.   
	Brendon eagerly accepted the assignment of
representing his Irish wine importing firm in Spain. 
Like most educated Europeans,  he spoke several
languages, including Spanish and Italian.   His
Spanish had an Irish accent, but he avoided the
pronounced lisp associated with Castilian Spanish
pronunciation.   He imported Rioja and Cava from the
north,  other less exciting wines from the Duoro
valley, and sherry from Jerez.   His base in Madrid
enabled him to tour the county, talking to producers,
bottlers, and shippers.   Madrid was due south of
Dublin, and was easily accessible.  The entry of
Ireland into the European  Union,  and especially the
acceptance of the euro,  enabled him to control costs.
  He made enough money to live in the Salamanca
section of Madrid,  which enabled him to walk to work,
but drive his BMW 325 around the country.  
	Right now, however, Brendon was having a problem with
one particular Spanish woman.  His secretary, Anna,
was sitting on his bed wearing just some pink panties.
 He had invited her for one of their regular siesta
trysts, because his apartment was air conditioned and
cool in the face of the Madrid sun.   She had a
surprise for him.
	She said (in Spanish), "This is going to be our last
time.  I accepted Juan's proposal."
	She sported her sparkling diamond.  
	"I though you like our little rendezvous?"  Brendon
asked.
	"I do.  You are much more experienced in the bedroom
than Juan.   But he loves me, and I can build a life
with him."
	"I like you."
	"I know you do.  But Juan loves me, and I love him."
	"Does he know about us?"
	"Yes.  That is why I promised him this would be our
last time.  You can fire me after that."
	"I won't fire you, just because you don't want to
make love to me anymore.   I need a secretary who is
fluent in English and Spanish.  They are not very
common."
	"Good.   You are basically a good man, even though
you want as many women as possible.  You don't love
me.   You just accepted me because I was convenient. "
	Basically,  Brendon had to agree.  
	Anna walked over to him.  "Since this is going to be
our last time, let's make it extra special.    Let me
see what's hiding in those shorts."
	Anna pulled on his shorts,  revealing a semi hard
prick, already 15 centimeters long.   She knelt down
and pulled it into her mouth.   She licked him slowly,
 taking her time to arouse him.   She grabbed his ass,
and pulled him into her.   Brendon slowly rubbed her
hair as she worked her way around his expanding penis.
 
	"Get back on the bed,"  he said.
	Anna lay on her back, and Brendon removed her
panties.   She opened her legs,  and he climbed
between them.   He leaned down to feast on her hairy
bush and moist pussy.    He jabbed at her slit with
his tongue.  Anna reacted by lurching her hips, 
almost pushing him away.   She then settled down to
enjoy the ride.   Brendon knew exactly what she wanted
and how to bring her to the peak of excitement.  He
moved around the edges of his slit and sucked her
expanding clit.   Anna played with her own tits,  as 
Brendon  fingered her pussy.  	
	"My  God, that is so good, "  Anna sighed. 
	Brendon climbed up to her chest.   She grabbed his
prick, but Brendon pulled away.
	"Why did you do that?   I want it in me."  she
complained.
	"I know, but since this is our last time,  I want to
give you a treat.    Turn around and let me take you
from behind."
	Brendon had always wanted to take Anna doggie style,
but he thought she was too conservative for that.  
Now, she would find out what she was missing.  She
knew what he wanted and felt that she owed him that.  
She turned over and raised her ass expectantly in the
air.   Brendon let his prick explore her pussy several
times. 
	"Put it in!" she demanded.
	Brendon sharply thrust his prick into her eager
pussy.    He worked her savagely,  grabbing her tits. 
  He used her breast and hips as levers to pull her
back toward him.  
	"Yes,   Do it.  Do it.  Thrill me."   she urged.
	Anna breathed hard as she reached her first peak.   
	"Yes.  I'm dying!"  She exclaimed.   Some European
women call the orgasm the small death, because it is
an anticipation of paradise.  
	Brendon did not let her rest.   She wailed as he
continued to thrust into per pussy.  Soon  she was on
the verge of another explosion.  Only this time, he
was ready too.    He grunted as his cum roared into
her, filling her eager pussy.    
	It took several minutes for them to catch their
breath.   They lay next to each other.   
	"I am going to halve to teach Juan to do that."  Anna
said, sighing.
	"If you want me to give him lessons, let me know."   
	They got up and took their  showers.   By this time,
the Madrid heat had abated, so they walked back to the
office to resume work.   When Anna and Juan were
married,  Brendon gave them a Spanish version of the
Joy of Sex and a copy of  a book of Pablo Picasso's
erotic drawings.  

	A few days later, Brendon had to go to Jerez de la
Frontera to arrange for some shipment of dry sherry
and to purchase some sweet sherry for his company.  
Although he could reach Jerez with a day's drive, he
decided to stop in Sevillia to discuss shipping issues
and to see if he could meet any pretty women.  
	He stayed at the Sevilla hotel, which was a nice four
star hotel at the edge of the down town section.  
After doing his business with shippers and relaxing
for siesta,  he wandered near the Cathedral for
dinner.   At a vibrant bar, he met an number of local
business people.   They noticed immediately he was
foreign by his accent and appearance.   He was not
tall, dark and  handsome.   Rather, he  was short,
light and handsome.  And he had the self confidence
that comes from being a successful businessman.  
	"Where are you from?"  asked Maria.
	"Ireland."
	"What are you doing in Andelusia?"  asked her friend
Sophie. 
	"Driving down to Jerez to buy some sherry for my
company.   We're importers to Ireland."
	"I'm not sure I believe that."  Julia stated.
	The women were justifiably suspicious of tourists who
might lie their way into their pants.  They had been
burned more than once.  Brendon handed each one his
business card.
	"Can you give us any sherry now?"  Julia asked.
	"No,  but I will have some by the weekend, when I get
back from Jerez."
	"Can you give us some then?"  asked Sophie.
	"Sure.  Give me your phone numbers, and I'll call
you."
	"Why don't you just meet us here next Saturday, after
siesta, and we'll sample it then."  Sophie said.
	"If we don't have a better date by then."  Maria
added, giggling.
	"Fine.  I'll see you Saturday  on my way back to
Madrid."  Brendon replied.
	Brendon spent most of the evening talking to Sophie. 
She had deep tan skin, but brown sparkling eyes and a
broad smile.  She worked in one of the tourist shops
near the Plaza Nueva.  He hoped she would remember to
return to the restaurant.
	"I'll bring you a wine as dark and sweet as you are,"
 Brendon told her.
	The next day he drove to Jerez.  Much of the next few
days was spent chatting and having dinner with
vintners and suppliers.   He flirted with women at the
hotel, but nothing came of it.
	After siesta on Thursday, he drove out to the bodega
famous for it's deep cream sherry.  The bodega was 20
kilometers from town,  of mostly dirt roads.  He  had
been there once before, but he still needed directions
faxed to him.    He liked it's owner, Sr. Sanchez, 
and was much attracted to his much younger wife,
Isabel.   They had flirted when he was there
previously, but he did not want to insult Sr. 
Sanchez.  
	This time something was different.  Sr. Sanchez was
in a wheel chair, the victim of a stroke, and was
attended by a pretty young nurse named Claire.  
Nevertheless,  he was fully coherent, and he and
Brendon discussed business.  Isabel led Brendon on a
tour of the facilities, including the casks and
filtration devises.   She seemed nervous and
irritable, especially if her husband was near.  
	Sr. Sanchez said, "It is much better to talk it we
are relaxed.  Why don't you stay for dinner? "
	Brendon replied, "I would love to, but then it would
be too late to drive into town in the dark."
	"You can stay until tomorrow.  I am sure Isabel would
not mind."
	"I always carry a tooth brush and a change of clothes
when I travel, anyway."  Brendon replied.
	During dinner, Isabel shifted nervously in her chair,
but  could not keep her eyes off Brendon.  She was
only slightly older than him, but no longer likely to
conceive a child.    Sr.  Sanchez was able to
negotiate a reasonable contract over the wine.  
	After dinner, he said, "I am going to bed.  You can
stay with Isabel and enjoy our sweetest sherry.  Come
along, Claire."
	Isabel had the servant clear the dishes so she could
sit next to Brendon.  They sipped the sherry and
talked about European politics.  Isabel bounced in her
chair, frequently crossing and uncrossing her legs. 
Her frustrated lust was about to burst.   Isabel
nudged closer to Brendon, and started to stroke his
knee.   Suddenly, she threw her arms around him,
kissing him passionately. 
	"What will Sr. Sanchez think about you doing this?" 
Brendon asked.
	"I have not slept with him since his stroke. Besides,
he has Claire."   
	Her barely repressed libido was arising to the
surface.   Brendon was more used to being the seducer
than the seduced, but he was willing to change roles. 

	"I need to get my things."  he said.   
	"Meet me in the guest house."  The range had a small
guest cottage next to the main house.  Brendon took a
small bag out of his car.  The area was completely
dark, except for the lights emanating from the house.
	When Brendon arrived at the guest house, he found
Isabel there, wearing just a short night dress.  She
seized him passionately,  embracing him. 
	"Take me, please.  I need it, badly." she said, her
voice thickened with tension.
  She then nervously pulled off his polo shirt,  and
pushed him down on the bed.   She fumbled with his
belt, but he helped her remove his trousers.   She
climbed on top of him, covering him with kisses.  He
lifted her night dress, so he could fondle her ass.  
Her breathing become shorter as her anticipation grew.
 
	"Take off my night dress."  she instructed, quietly.
	He did so, admiring her large oval breasts.   He
eased her onto her back, so he could kiss them.  He
then slid down between he legs to he could kiss her
pussy.  With every  move, her sexual tension
increased.   Months of frustrated deprivation
increased her need.   
	She scooted up, so she could pull off his shorts.  
She kissed his  prick, watching it extend to full
length. 
	"This is better than I expected.  I want it, so bad I
can taste it,"  she moaned.
	She fell onto her back.   At first, Brendon want to
play with her  wet pussy some more.  
	But she demanded, "Don't keep me waiting.  Put it
in."
	She gasped at the size and depth of his prick.  She
pulled her legs up and placed them behind his back. 
He thrust at her rapidly because he sensed her need.
	"You're so big.  I want it so bad." she sighed. 	
	Isabel moaned with delight as he took her to new
heights.   Her moans degenerated into squeals as she
edged toward an orgasm.  Years of sexual frustration
came pouring out. 
	"Yes, do it hard.  Make me cum." she urged.  
	She shrieked as first one orgasm, and then another
pierced her body.   Brendon kept at her until he too
was at the edge.  His prick exploded with a powerful
pulse of pleasure.  
	"I'm there, too,"  he grunted.
	 Even when he thought he was empty,  his experienced
additional jolts.   
	Isabel almost fainted as orgasms shattered her body. 
 She stammered incoherently.   
	Suddenly they were quiet.   Brendon pulled out and
lay next to her.  They were both perspiring. 
	"That was wonderful.  Better than expected."  she
sighed.  
	"All sex is wonderful with a woman like you."  he
agreed. 
	She lay on his chest, and quietly played with his
prick.   They fell asleep briefly, tired from their
ordeal.   After a while they felt gooey from sweat and
semen.
	"Let's take a shower,"  Brendon suggested.
	The guest house had its own bathroom.  They arose
naked and climbed into the tub.   Brendon took the
soap and washed his lover's body, especially her tits
and her black bush.   She was getting excited again.  
Isabel washed him in return.  She was amazed by how
rapidly his prick returned to its full size.   
	"I want it again."  she said.
	Brendon pushed her against the bathroom wall, and
pushed a few fingers up the pussy.
	"Your finger is not enough,"  she said.
	She lifted one leg and put it behind him, balancing
herself on the other.   She leaned back against the
wall, letting him enter her.  He pushed as deep as
possible, until she was resting on his prick.  Her
weight fell on his hips.  She was pinned between him
and the wall,  defenseless against his savage thrusts.
  She did not want any other way.
	"Make me cum again,"  she demanded.
	Because of their earlier encounter, Brendon was able
to last for a while, banging her unmercifully.  She
grabbed him tight until another orgasm vibrated though
her.  For Brendon, the pain-pleasure grew
relentlessly, until it was greater than he could bear.
 His prick exploded again, shorter but just as sharp
as the previous time.
	He released her, and let her fall into the tub.  He
dropped too, letting the water flow over them.  After
a few minutes, she arose and dried herself.   He
followed, and they want back to the bed.
	Brendon fell asleep, but some time during the night,
she got dressed and went back to the main house.  When
he got up in the morning, he heard noises outside.  He
quickly dressed, brushed his teeth, and emerged from
the guest house.  He found Isabel, her husband, and
Claire on the veranda, enjoying breakfast.   Isabel
was cheerful, but made no references to the previous
night.  	
	When Brendon was about to leave, Sr Sanchez came over
to him and said, "Thank you for helping my wife.  I
want you to have a case of our sweetest sherry."
	"Thank you, sir.  I enjoyed it as much as she did."
	Isabel kissed him gently, and said, "When you come to
Jerez again, be sure to visit.  I am sure you will our
hospitality as great as ever."  
	The  next day Brendon drove back to Sevillia.   He
arrived in time for lunch, and brief work out, and
siesta.  After a shave and shower, he went back to the
bar where he met Sophie and her friends, hoping they
would be there.  
	Sophie was there, along with some women and men he
had not met.  She went up to him, greeting him
cheerfully.
	"I am glad you remembered to come here,"  she said,
smiling.
	"I am glad you remembered, too."  he replied. 
	"Did you bring the sherry you promised?"
	"It is in the hotel.  I did  not want to carry it
through the streets.  Do you want it now?"
	"You can wait to later."
	Sophie wore a short top suspended by two thin strips
of cloth.  She did  not have  a bra.  Her skirt
stopped mid thigh.   She embodied Spanish sexuality
that so excited Brendon. 
	They talked about his business and wine, and tourists
of Seville.  They started to walk through the Santa
Cruz district, near the Cathedral.
	"You must tour this area often,"  he said.
	"Not really.  The only time I can come here is
Saturday, after siesta, when our shop is closed and
these are open.  Besides, this place is  a tourist
trap.   You can get better stuff for less money near
my shop on Calle Sierpes."
	They walked through the warren of narrow streets,
almost getting lost.  They stopped several times for
tapas and wine or beer.  
	Finally  Brendon said, "I'd would like you to have
dinner with me tonight, but I have to make
reservations."
	"That would be wonderful."  she added with smile. 
Sophie found the handsome Irishman different enough to
be exciting but not enough to be threatening.  She was
tired of being seduced by lying tourists.  At least
Brendon was honest, had money, and could give her a
good time.   She decided to let him seduce her if he
tried hard enough. 
	They made reservations at an upscale restaurant near
the Gerald tower,  and then continued walking through
Santa Cruz.
	Reservations were for nine-thirty, which is early for
Seville.  Sophie was impressed by how much he knew
about wine, especially some of the obscure bogedas in
Rioja and Navarre.
	"Sophie is an unusual name in Spain,"  Brendon
remarked.
	"I was named after the queen.   I was born soon after
her coronation." 
	They were about to order some dessert, when Brendon
announced, "If you want, we can pick up the wine from
the hotel.   I have some of the sweetest sherry in the
world, as a gift from a friend."    He did not mention
what he had to do to Isabel to obtain the gift.
	"That would be delightful,"  she replied.  
	On the way to the hotel, Sophie stop to phone her
parents.   She told them she was with Brendon and did
know when she would return home.
	"My parents let me do what ever I want, because I pay
some of the rent, provided I tell them where I am." 
Sophie explained.
	At the hotel,  Brendon brought two bottles of sherry,
opening one of them.  He poured a few ounces into two
glasses.   He motioned for her to sit on a chair,
while he sat on the bed.
	"To you and your beauty, my dear,"  he toasted.
	"Thank you, for the delicious wine.  It is really
good, "   she replied.
	They sipped and talked for a few minutes.   When she
put her glass on the table and stood up, Brendon stood
also, and embraced her.  She returned the embrace and
kissed him passionately.   He pulled her down on the
bed, and started to feel  her breasts under her top.  
Suddenly, she pulled away, and stood up.
	"Is any thing wrong?"  he asked.
	"Before things go too far,  I have to tell you.   If
you want to have regular sex with me, you are going to
have to use protection.  You seem like a nice man, but
I don't know you very well, with all those diseases
out there,  we have to be safe."
	"Of course.   I would have used a condom anyway."
	"Get the condom, now, please."
	Brendon pulled a box of condoms from his suitcase. 
When he turned around, she had removed her top and the
skirt.  They embrace again, as he fondled her behind. 
He pushed her gently back on the bed, and removed his
polo shirt and slacks.  He climbed onto the bed next
to her, so he could kiss and play with her breasts. 
He then placed his finger inside her panties, and
gently rubbed her pussy.  She moaned with delight as
he inserted a finger into her slit.
	"Let me remove your panties, so I can give you a good
time," he said.
	She lifted her ass so he could peel her panties off
her legs.  He put his head on her pussy.  She opened
her legs so he could get between them.
	"Pleasure me.  Make me feel good, " she sighed.
	Brendon started to lick her mound.   He kissed and
suck her clitoris, making her very excited.   While he
occupied himself moving around her clit, she rubbed
her own tits, making them tingle. 
	"Oooh, your tongue feels good,"  she cooed.
	She luxuriated in the feeling of having her clitoris
stimulated.   Her moans got louder.  
	"You know how to treat a girl.   Don't stop," she
moaned.
	Her breathing came harder as she got more excited.  
Suddenly, her body burst forth a torrent of pleasure,
making her scream with orgasmic delight.   When she
relaxed, Brendon climbed next to her, holding her.  
	They cuddled for a while, as Sophie caught her
breath.  She then sat up and said, "That deserves some
pay back."
	She reached under his shorts.  Brendon let her pull
them off.   She was pleased by how fast his penis grew
to full size, over 25 cm.  She kissed it and pulled it
into her mouth.
	"You have a wonderful prick,"  she said.
   After a few minutes of getting excited, he said,
"Put my condom on me."
	"Yes. That way we can both enjoy it."
	She pulled the condom from its wrapper,  and fitted
it over his prick.  She had evidently practiced that
before.  
	She then moved over him and let her pussy gradually
fall onto his prick.  She squat down on him, using her
knees for leverage.   She closed her eyes, letting the
feeling saturate her pussy.
	"You feel very good, even through the condom,"  he
said.
	"So do you."
	She moved  slowly above him, enjoying everything.  
He played with her breasts, pinching them slightly.   
	"I love riding your huge rod.  Pinch me harder,"  she
urged.
	He reached around to grab her ass.   He slapped her
ass, getting her even more excited.  She grunted with
each bend over him.   
	"Hurt me.  I like it rough."  she hissed.   
	He slapped her ass harder.   He pinched her nipples. 
 He then lurched under her, throwing her over onto her
back.  He started to pound into her with hard deep
thrusts.
	"Fuck me.  Fuck me hard with your monster prick." 
she screamed.
	He kept banging into her until until she felt a
convulsion start in her pussy and spread up her torso
and down her legs, until it spread over her entire
body.  
	"I'm cumming again.  You made me cum again."  she
screamed.
	He felt his prick expend inside the condom until it
was ready to rip it apart.   His damn burst with a
powerful outpouring of cum.  He kept moving inside her
until they both felt their surges recede.   
	"That was amazing,"  she said.
	He pulled out and lay next to her.   However, he
realized he could not stay there long.
	"I have to empty the condom."  he said.
	He went to the bathroom, and put the condom in the
trash.  
	When he returned to bed, she was lying there, half
awake.  
	"Do you want some more sherry? " he asked.
	"Just a bit."
	They sat in the bed and drank their wine.  Suddenly
she looked at her watch.
	"I have to go."  she said.	
	"You are welcome to spend the night here.  We can
make love again after we rest."
	"Thank you, but I told people at home that I would be
back tonight.   I don't want anything to spoil the
magic of a wonderful evening."
	She used the bathroom, and then found her clothes.  
	"Can I drive you home?"
	"You have had too much to drink.  I will take a
taxi."
	"Can at least pay for the taxi?"
	"Yes.  That would be sweet."
	"Is ten Eros enough?"
	"To where I live, it's about five."
	He gave her the five Eros.  He did  not want to
insult her by offering more.
	"Don't forget your sherry."  he said, offering her
the two bottles.  
	"Thank you.  You are very nice."
	"Can I call you the next time I'm in Sevillia?"
	"Yes.  Here is my phone number."
	"I'm glad you were able to stay with me."
	"So am I. I had a great time. You are a wonderful
lover.   Good bye."	
	With that, she left the room.   Brendon never saw her
again.
	
	A week later, Brendon was in an Irish pub in Madrid. 
 Like every large city in Europe, Madrid had several
to serve the Irish expatriate population of the city. 
 The pubs also attracted other residents and tourists
who just wanted to speak English.  Brendon had one or
two that he visited every week.
	Brendon was talking about Spanish women, and how they
pale compared to English and Irish women.   He
complained about Anna, and bragged about Isabel and
Sophie, without mentioning names.    A group of 
English women were also in the pub.
	Finally, one of them, named Beth Jones, said, "I'm
tired of hearing how we're less sexy than Spanish
women.   A women does  not need to have bosoms the
size of car fenders and nipples the size of two euro
coin to be sexy."
	Brendon knew Beth from the pub, but he had never had
a date with her.  She was pretty in a conventional
sort of way, but not beautiful.  However, her long
blond hair stood out when surrounded by Mediterranean
Spaniards.   She worked for an English bank in Madrid.
	"How else are they sexy?"  Brendon asked.
	"Sexy is an attitude, not a body," she replied.
	"That is true, but the attitude is reflected in the
body."
	"No, the attitude is reflected in charm and
intelligence."
	"If you haven't got the body, I'll never find out
about your charm and intelligence. "
	"Why not?"
	"Most men are basically stupid.  They can look better
than they can think."
	"I knew it all along,"  one of Beth's friends chimed
in.
	"Are you that stupid?"  Beth asked him.
	"Almost.   I'm just aware that I'm stupid."
	"Then, we're all doomed," she said.
	"Not necessarily.  If you just wore a tighter polo
shirt and an open neck, I guarantee you'll get more
male attention.  It's not just what you have, it's how
you display it."
	Beth realized that her dress was a bit dowdy for a
young woman, especially when compared to the Spanish. 
She felt encouraged by Brendon's remark.   Later in
the week, she spoke to some of her friends about her
wardrobe.  By the time she returned to the pub the
next week, her shirt let her accentuate her breasts
and display a bit of cleavage.
	A number of men appreciated the change.   
	Brendon said, "I told you men would notice.  Even I
noticed."
	"I'm glad I did not go the effort for nothing."
	"Even more,  would you like to join me for the opera
next week.   They are doing Il Trovatore. "
	"Oh, I love Verdi.  I'd love to."
	Brendon arranged to pick Beth up and drive to the
royal opera,  parking near the Plaza Oriente.  Walking
through the Plaza, they saw numerous couples staring
at each other's eyes and bodies.   Brendon thought one
or two women were familiar, but he did not want to
embarrass them or Beth.   In the natural process of
things,  there were also some couples pushing baby
strollers.  After the show, they went back to her
neighborhood for dinner at a local Italian restaurant.
  When he took her home, Brendon indicated that he did
not have to go home himself.
	She said, "My room mate is here.  Besides, I never
sleep with a man on the first date."
	"How many dates does it take?"	
	"We'll just have to see.   It we get there, we'll
both know."
	With that, she kissed him good-night and went inside.
	Beth believed that sex belongs in a relationship.  
However, since moving to Spain her only relationship
ended badly after she discovered that her air-line
pilot lover was already married.  She refused to play
the other woman.  Since then she stopped looking for a
relationship because she found most Spanish men were
either not serious or not sexy.   She thought that
Brendon was in the former category. 
	She was surprised that he asked her out several
times, usually to some cultural venue.   Each time, it
was obvious what he wanted, but he respected her right
to say no.  She liked him, but  she began to wonder if
he was just testing her.   
	At dinner on their fifth or sixth date, she asked,
"Why do you ask me out?"
	"Isn't it obvious?  I like you and enjoy your
company.  You enjoy my company too, don't you."
	"Yes I do.  I like to date someone in English.   But
you go out with other women, too, right?"
	"Yes.  I enjoy their company too.  I don't owe you
anything."
	"Do you sleep with them?"
	"Come on.  I would never ask you that question.  But
as it happens, yes."
	"Are you like Don Juan?"
	"Don Juan seduced 1,003 Spanish women, according to
Mozart and La Ponte.  Leporello  said the Don had sex
with 91 Turkish women, but he did not mention how many
English women he  seduced.   Regardless,   I'm well
off the pace."
	"I'm sorry I asked.  I am glad you would never ask me
that question."
	Brendon and Beth discovered they had a lot in common.
 Although they were from opposite coasts of the Irish
sea, they were both lapsed Catholics who had
concentrated in Spanish at university.  They were in
Madrid to capitalize on their language skills.  They
did not share the traditional prejudices of their
countrymen  regarding the other nationality.   The
Spanish could not distinguish between and Irish accent
and a British one.  Both enjoyed opera and classical
music in community where not many expatriates did.  
Beth knew more about music than Brendon, but he knew
more about wine and the Spanish country side.
	Brendon enjoyed sleeping with sexy Spanish women.  
However, he sometimes felt that many of them, such as
Isabel and Sophie,  loved him for the size and
proficiency of his penis.   He wanted someone who
would love him for himself.  
	Brendon said he was going to Rioja and Navarre that
week, and would she like to come with him.
	"I would love to visit those areas with you, but I
cannot take the vacation time."
	"How about just going up there for a week-end?   I
know some delightful paradors in the hills of
Navarre."
	"Yes.  I understand that those areas are beautiful. 
I've never stayed at a parador, and I always wanted
to."
	Paradors are inns that the Spanish government
converted from old monasteries and castles.   
	"If we want to do a parador, we had better do it
soon.   It would be hard to get a reservation during
the summer."
	They agreed to go to northern Spain in two weeks,
provided Brendon could get a parador in a scenic area.
  He did. They each thought that the week-end would
decide if this relationship had any future.
	They met for a brief lunch on Friday, and left for
the three and a half hour drive to the parador.   On
the way, they talked about their education and what
brought them to Spain.  The parador was a medieval
castle which had been converted to an almost modern
hotel.   They checked in, unpacked, and walked through
the ancient rooms.   After dinner at the hotel, they
walked holding hands back to the room.  
	When they got back, Brendon put his arms around her. 
	"I want to make love to you,"  he said.
	"Yes.  This relationship has been Platonic long
enough." 
	They kissed passionately.   She then suddenly broke
away.
	"I have to use the bathroom,"  she said.
	When she emerged, she was wearing an almost
transparent negligee.  
	"You look beautiful in that,"  he said, admiring.   
	"Thank you,"  she said, smiling.
	She pulled at his shirt,  removing it.  She then
leaned down to unbuckle his belt.  He could see her
luxuriant breasts through the top of the negligee. 
She pulled off his pants and tossed them on a chair.
	She lay on the bed and called him. "Lie down next to
me, and make love to me."
	He joined her, wearing just his shorts.  He put his
arms around her, gently stroking her breasts.   He put
a hand under her negligee, so he could fondle them
better.  
	"Let me take your negligee,"  he said.
	She pulled it off, and lay back, naked. 
	"Make love to me.   Make me feel special,"  she
whispered.
	He kissed her breasts, moving back and forth between
them.   He then moved lower to kiss her slit.  She
moaned quietly as he gently stimulated her clitoris.  

	"That feels so good,"  she said.
	"It will feel better in a minute.   Do we need
protection?"   he asked.
	"No.  I went back on the pill after that incident at
the pub.  I trust you."
	He pulled off his shorts.  She leaned up to admire
his prick.   It hardened up as soon as she touched it.
   He resumed playing with her pussy.   Her breathing
became labored with excitement. 
	"Please make love to me.  I want you so bad."  she
urged.
	He moved up top of her and placed his prick against
her opening.   He moved into her slowly but firmly. 
She pushed against him to increase their contact.  
They started a slow rhythm.   She moaned with pleasure
with each rocking pulse.   He kissed her breasts while
moving inside her.
	"Yes.  Kiss me.  Fuck me.  I want it.  I want it." 
she wailed. 
	The glow started in her pussy and expanded through
her body until her body was on fire.
Waves of fire flowed through her, setting off
explosions of pleasure.  
	"My God, you are making me cum!"   she exclaimed.
	He continued working her harder than before.  He did
not want to hold back.  Instead, he pounded her pussy
until neither could take any more.   They both
exploded together, with a powerful series of orgasms. 
It took several minutes before he could relax and
withdraw.
	"That was wonderful.  I can't remember better sex
than that."  she whispered.
	"That was only the beginning,"  he replied.
	They lay next to each other all night.  In the
morning, they made love again.  She moved on top of
him to ride his prick in a long, loving fuck.   After
their shower and breakfast,  they drove through the
mountains.   She took a number of photographs of the
castles and scenery.
	At night, they made love again.  They took their time
to satisfy each other.  
	By Sunday, they drove back to Madrid.   In the car,
she said, "You are the first man I've been with in
over a year.  I forgot how good it can be.   Thank
you."	
	"You are the first woman I spent an entire week-end
with in almost as long.  I loved  it too."	
	They started to get together every week-end, 
although she did not move into his apartment.  
Brendon reduced his activities with other women,
although Beth did not demand that he cease them
entirely. 
	During the August vacation, when Madrid empties out, 
they did not go the Costa del Sol or Majorca. 
Instead, they returned together to the cool lakes of
central Ireland.   When they traveled though Europe,
she called him her traveling buddy.  It was the
beginning of a beautiful friendship.  



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