Chapter 8 - Debbi and Marc
Along the way to Spain

March 30, 2001
Dear Joan,

We boarded the plane for a 6:30 PM departure. We had never even heard of the airline before... Air Plus. It turned out to be a Spanish company that primarily serves tour groups. The crew members are all Spanish nationals.

When we entered the plane, Marcellus picked up on the ethnic origin of the flight crew and spoke to them in Spanish, immediately ingratiating himself to them. Although he is only proficient in Spanish, it is more than enough to be understood and to understand.

All the women were young, mid-twenties, and beautiful. And of course my handsome husband couldn't help but flirt with them a little. 

The plane was only about half filled. So the attendants had plenty of down time, one especially, Marsha. I couldn't help but notice that she spent as much time as she could with Marc. Marsha is twenty-five, blond, slim, not very large breasted (none of the attendants were, maybe company policy), but very beautiful. And, since I am not that familiar with the language I could only guess that she was funny and charming.

And Marcellus was at his MOST charming.

After a while, Marcellus came back to our seats. We were in a three across, with the other set vacant. We cuddled together for a while, and he told me that Marsha lived in Torremolinos, our destination, and knew our hotel. She told him it was in a nice location and quiet. She also said that, like the plane, this time of year there were very few young people staying there, but that there were a couple of dance clubs in the town to which young people went.

He reported that she also offered to show us around for couple of days, if we'd like. She wasn't scheduled to fly again until Tuesday. He pointed out that if we stayed in the Torremolinos area, we would have a native to show us the 'hot spots'. He said she had also invited us to a family party on Saturday evening and night, in Malaga, if we wanted to join her. Well I'm no dummy, I knew which of the 'WE' she was interested in, but I agreed anyway.

By the way, the Spanish can be like that, meet you today and invite you to their parties or share their picnics with you right then and there. Some visitors think them aloof, almost arrogant, but it's not true. They are warm people after you meet and know them a little.

As we deplaned in Malaga, Marsha told us to get our luggage and meet her at the 'Arrivals' exit door, and she'd get her car and pick us up. We met with the tour guide and found out, to our great pleasure, we were the only two staying at the Hotel Armargua, and they had arranged for a taxi to take us out there. We declined and told her we would be on our own for the stay, but to pick us up for our return on Thursday. Marcellus had arranged for a car to be ready for us, so we never planned on being a part of any tour activities.

Marsha came around and we piled our things in the trunk of her Opel. She drove us to Torremolinos. As she dropped us at the hotel, she said, if we'd like, she would come back around 1 PM, and she would take us to meet some of her friends and we could have lunch together. 

Marcellus said "Yes, we'd like that." I guess I was felling a little bitchy. I asked her to come by earlier. "Bring a bathing suit, and we can catch some sun at the hotel's pool." She was delighted to accept. I knew I had her skinny body beaten by a mile, so I couldn't have been more pleased.

We checked in, went to our room and, after unpacking, we showered together. In the shower, while he was titillating my body, Marcellus asked how I wanted to play that night at the dance club. We had already decided to go.

I had told him about my feelings of wanting to be “used” by someone just for sex, preferably by strangers. "I think I'd like to try to get 'lucky' with some guy tonight. It looks like you're pretty well taken care of. So I think tonight it's my turn."

"Okay, if you're sure," he replied, "but you know neither Marsha nor any other woman on the airplane mean anything to me the way you do, and never could. They are not why we came here. Please don't mistake my being nice for having an interest in Marline, Debbi, you know better."

"I know. I'm just a little jealous. And, I'm a little horny."

We finished our shower and dried each other, sensuously. Back in the bedroom, he kissed me and licked my mouth, my tongue, my neck, down to my breasts. He pulled down the bed, lay me on it and got between my legs, raising and spreading them.

"I'll lick the edge off for you," he said. Then he lowered his face to my muff and licked it from my anus to the top of my clitoris. I shivered with delight. I was also happy I had shaved for the trip. Marcellus really loves my keeping my pussy shaved. He did it for me first, but I like it too.

He reached up and pulled a pillow down to my bottom, lifted me and slid the pillow under me. Pushing my legs back, he went right to the entrance to my love, and tongue-fucked me with alternating saber-like tongue strokes. Then, spreading his tongue butterfly-like, he licked deep inside me. It was so delicious! I wanted it to never end.

I began squirming after a while. He knew he had me. He abandoned my pussy hole and attacked my clitoris, first with long strokes from my pussy up to my clit. When I was on the verge of cumming, he sucked my clit into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue as he fingered my love passage with two, then three fingers.

My first cum in Torremolinos was not earth moving, but rather a sweet act of love from a husband to his adoring wife. It was beautifully loving and romantic.

Marcellus scooped some of my cum onto his tongue and inserted his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste my own orgasm. I sucked on his tongue as we kissed.

With his arms around me, his hard body pressed against mine, I felt as if there was nothing else in the world but us two. I held his hardness in my hands. I wanted him inside me. I began to slide down his body, took his cock in my mouth, and, as I licked him, the phone rang. It was Marsha. I was starting to get pissed with that girl.

I heard Marcellus invite her up to our room. I jumped up, got my Bikini and pulled the panties on. Marcellus, who hates sitting around in the sun, put on running shorts and a T-shirt, socks and running shoes. He said he 0was going for a run on the Paseo Maritimo, a very long walkway (I think the word is 'pasejado') that runs for a few miles and lies between the hotel’s beach entrance and the beach itself.

As I was adjusting my bra, Marsha knocked on the door. Marcellus opened it. As I put on the shirt he had worn over, rolling up the sleeves, and they exchanged perfunctory kisses on each cheek. Marsha came to me and offered the same greeting. I complied and had the sense that she really meant her warm greeting for me.

Marcellus excused himself and told us he'd meet us on the pool after his run. Marsha suggested if we are not there, to look on the beach for us. Marsha began to strip down in front of me. I wondered if she was bi, but it didn't come to that. Instead, she put on bikini pants and a long T-shirt over it, sin bra.

She is, indeed, very beautiful.

"We can sun bathe topless at the beach, but have to wear a top at the pool. Which would you like?" I took off the shirt so I could get to the bra, and doffed it.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Miguel is very lucky," she said to me.

"You are also very beautiful, Marsha, and I thought Marcellus might be getting 
lucky with you."

"You would not mind?"

"No, not if there was someone for me also."

"I cannot promise for tonight, but I will think about it. I hope you are not offended by all the time I spent with Miguel last night on the plane, but he is so charming and handsome that he captivated me and the other attendants."

"I was, but, now that you have been honest with me, I am not any longer." I really was beginning to like her. She is charming in that Continental way.

We when to the beach. Believe me, this is NOT like some northern US beach, one of the great white sand beaches. Rather it is a dirt color with a very heavy consistency.

We found a lounge to sit on. There were windscreens erected for the hotel patrons, but Marsha decided we should sit exposed to the passers by. "Let's give some of the older men a good time looking." I laughed heartily.

A while later, Marcellus came to us, sweaty from his run. "Ah, Miguel, would you put some lotion on my back," Marsha and he both looked at me questioningly. I nodded my assent.

Marcellus put lotion on his hands and spread it across her back and her legs, moving his hands slightly under her panties. She turned over and looked up at him, he hesitated. "I need some on my front too, Miguel.” Again he looked at me, and again I gave consent.

He started at her feet and slowly applied lotion to her legs, then to her belly, and then, as I held my breath, her breasts, where he lingered and massaged them a bit longer than needed.

"Gracias, Miguel, but now you should take care of su mujer and make sure she doesn't get a sun burn." She looked at me and winked. I was lying on my back, he came to my lounge and sat beside me, and began to massage the lotion onto and into my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I moaned with delight. He went to my legs and massaged them slowly, moving to the V and remaining there for a long time, occasionally rubbing my pussy.

"Turn over, Honey."

He massaged my back and the back of my legs, up under my panties, squeezing and kneading my cheeks.

"It is nice to see two people in love." Marsha was on an elbow watching us. "There is no doubt you are his lover, Debbi."

"I thought he did pretty well with you also," I replied.

"Ah, I am a woman. A man craves a woman's body. But you are his love, you are very lucky to be so loved." She was right, I am.

We went inside and up to our room. Marsha went to shower first. I was going to ask if we could join her, and I think she had the same idea, but if we did, we would never have left the room. As I write this and as I have gotten to know Marsha better, I'm sorry one of us didn't say it. Opportunities lost!!!

Marcellus and I did shower together, though, but hurriedly. We got out and dressed in the bedroom with Marsha watching Marcellus all the time. I could see him getting a little embarrassed at her open attention to his nakedness.

We left the hotel and went to small open-air fish restaurant on the beach, where five of Marsha's friends were waiting for us. The four women and one man greeted us. The man is married to one of the women. One of the women looked no more than eighteen, but was in reality twenty-two. Darkly tanned, black hair pulled back in a small bun (Spanish style), about 5'6" and slim. Her breasts are at least as large and firm as mine are. Her back is straight, her derriere pouty. She was more than beautiful. She has exquisitely classic Spanish features.

As she looked at Marcellus with obvious sexual desire, I felt a twinge of jealousy coming on.

Maybe I'm not really quite meant for this lifestyle.

We had a delightful lunch. Everyone deferring to my lack of Spanish spoke English.

After lunch, Marsha and the beautiful dark girl, Luisa, drove us down the coast to Marbella and the environs. They couldn't have been nicer, except that Luisa's eyes never left Marcellus.

They brought us back to the hotel around 5:30 and suggested we meet at a dance club later on, 10:30 or so.

We both thought it best to nap for a while or we'd be out on our feet. We arose around 8:30 PM, dressed, and had dinner at the hotel. I had changed into a pale green sundress with thin straps and a short skirt, pale green high heels and thigh-highs, with a pale green shawl over my shoulders against the cooler night air. I got a lot of lustful looks from the men in the large dining room, and daggers from the women.

After dinner we took a cab to the club.

It's a big club, with three dance floors that I saw, and as many bars. They are fairly well separated, and one walks through some tunnels reminiscent of cavern passageways, to move from one to the other. It's a really funky place. I loved it.

We entered the nearest dance floor and, as there were no tables available, took seats at the bar. We danced a few dances and looked for our new friends. They showed up around 11 PM, just Marsha and Luisa, but they knew other people there, and made their way to us as they greeted others they knew.

As Marcellus danced with the two women, the remaining one and I would sometimes be asked to dance. One of the men I danced with was a Spaniard, about 26 or 27, very handsome and a really good dancer. I thought I might have something going with him.

Marcellus thought so too. He asked if I wanted him to leave, to go to another section of the club. As the man came back to ask me to dance again, I told him yes.

I danced with the man again, a Spanish dance that segued into a slow dance. He pulled me close to him and I melted into his arms, my arms around his neck.

I should mention that the plan was that if I got 'lucky', I would have the hotel room and Marcellus would fend for himself. I didn't feel sorry for him, he was going to have no difficulty finding a place to 'lay his head' and all the rest of him too.

I had my small purse that hangs from my shoulder on a long chain, with the hotel electronically-coded key, and some pesetas, in case.

When we got back to the bar, Marcellus, Marsha and Luisa were nowhere to be seen. The man, Carlos, and I spoke for a while, when suddenly his girlfriend showed up. By the heat of the conversation, I could tell she was pissed.

That was the end of Carlos.

I was having another drink, when a large man came over and asked if I was alone. He was English and, as Englishmen seem to be when they are away from home, rather drunk. I told him yes, that my friends had gone. He offered to buy me a drink, and I accepted.

We danced a couple of times. He was a clumsy dancer, but his hands knew where they were going. By the end of the second dance, he knew more about my body than I did.

I thought this was the guy who would make my fantasy of “being used” come true.

When we finished our third or fourth dance, there were three other men at the spot we had been occupying. They were all friends of Tom's, my new would-be lover. They were all drunk, not my idea of a good date.

I tried to be as cool as I could be. They each danced with me, one a clumsier dancer than the other, each trying to get to more of my body than the guy before. Between dances, they pawed me. My breasts were squeezed. Hands ran up my legs. I was excited, horny, but something else too.

As I moved to the dance floor with one of them, I heard another tell the group, "Let's get her back to our room, I'm going to fuck her ass 'til it bleeds."

Oh, God, Joan, I was scared. I thought this is what I wanted, but I was really scared. I looked all over for Marcellus, but he was nowhere to be seen. I realized how insecure I felt without him. I needed him!

As the time went on, I knew he wasn't coming back.

Finally, Tom said, "Let's go back to our hotel. We can have a real party."

I just couldn't do it. Not only did they scare me, but if I went to their place, Marcellus would have no idea where I was.

Thinking fast, I told them I had to go to the lady's room. I picked up my purse and left my shawl on the barstool, thinking that would allay any thoughts I was skipping out on them, and made my way to the lady's room.

I walked around the dance floor toward the front of the club. As I got to the lobby, I saw Marcellus walking out with Marsha holding one of his hands as Luisa's arm wrapped around his waist, his arm around her shoulder.

My heart broke!

I waited until they were out of the club for a few moments and then asked the doorman to get me a cab to take me back to the hotel.

I got back there about 1:30 AM took off my clothes, threw them on the floor and fell onto the bed and cried myself to sleep.

I felt like such a fool.

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The phone call rang at 11 AM. It was Marcellus. He asked if it was all right for him to come up. I told him, "Oh, please, Honey, hurry, I really need you."

"Are you all right?" He asked with genuine concern.

"Physically, not emotionally, please hurry, I really need you."

When he got in the room, I undressed him and made him lie in bed with me and just hold me.

I told him I was over my need to be “used”. He asked what happened. I told him the truth, including the part of how vulnerable I felt without him. How spoiled I had become, knowing he would let nothing happen to me.

He held me and kissed me. He is mine, and that was all that mattered.

He hasn't told me what happened with him and Luisa. (I just re-read this and realized I had only named one of the women, I guess I'm still jealous of her.) I feel certain he had one of the women, maybe both. If he hadn't, he would have told me so to make me feel better, but he wouldn't lie to me, so saying nothing indicates something happened.

Things got better though. Much, much better. When you read about it, I hope you won't think me evil or dirty. Marcellus was surprised, but he was all right with it. I guess I can't leave you hanging like that. I was “the first time” for a fifteen-year-old virgin… a beautiful, sensitive, loving boy, who I'll never forget. But that will have to wait.

I have to get ready for Marcellus's big night with HIS virgin, Allison. My lovely new friend, Allison. I'm probably as excited as she is, although somehow I doubt it. I just want everything is perfect.

I'm making a career out of writing to you, but I love to.

Love,
Debbi

For more of Debbi and Marc’s adventures, see Chapter 9.