Amy is actually an American, dark hair, blue eyes, and a tan with no lines. I met her on a trip to Spain. She was studying Spainish and I saw her at my hotel’s cafe one morning.
Never more perfect is a woman at breakfast. A book open I approached her and asked the obvious.
“Do you speak Spainish?”
Her petite all natural eyebrow raised up a little. “Si, a little.”
“The maybe you could help me? I need to ask for a decent conversation!”
A glint shone from her eyes as she saw through my tactic.
But my cheekyness lead me to coffee that morning. And a long wait that night as I sat in that cafe hoping Amy would pass by again.
She did. And I offered lunch the next day. She refused. But instead of turning tail I offered another the day after, and then explained I would be leaving the following morning.
She agreed. And lunch turned to dinner which turned to drinks in her room.
A lady who wanted no strings she ravished me that one night. And the next day I was gone.
