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Jack sees more of Spain, and of his Spanish Beauty
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Ana Isabel had left me with an immediate problem. A hard-on that just wouldn’t quit. And with her departure, I was forced to consider alternatives. First and foremost, the woman next door.
Before I tested those waters, I knew I should call home. It was nearly 1:00 am, but it would be around 6:00 pm on the east coast. Give or take an hour. I was never very good at those time conversions.
I got the girls on both lines and regaled them with our success and our night on the town, describing the tapas and the flamenco dancing. “We just had to get out of there. The dancing continues until after one. We’ve got a plane to catch in the morning,” I told them.
“Who’s ‘we’,” Beth asked.
“Chris and I. She’s in the room right down the hall. Poor girl was nearly mauled by all those men,” I laughed.
“I bet you’re getting your fair share of attention,” Beth continued.
“Not like her, that’s for sure. The odds aren’t much in my favor.”
“Was your Major there?” Debbie asked.
“Yes, and she and Pablo served as our guide. But I’m back in the room alone now, and I’ve been a good boy. No new girls for poor Jack,” I insisted.
“Be careful of her,” Debbie said. “I’m sure a guy like you would be a real catch.”
“Not for her. She’s some distant cousin or niece of the King, and off limits to mere mortals.”
“If you find yourself slipping, find some nice young Spanish chippie. Keep away from her,” Debbie said, more forcefully than I could imagine. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with her. Maybe Karen was rubbing off.
“Debbie!” Beth squealed, “Did you just tell him to pick up one of those Spanish girls?”
“Better on of them, than ending up in that woman’s web, and never coming back,” she said, entirely serious.
“Stop it, Deb. Nothing is going to stop me from coming home to you. And I’m not about to go out and pick up some local kid just to get my rocks off.”
She sounded upset. “I’m sorry. I keep getting this feeling that I’m losing you. That you’re not coming back.”
“I’m coming home in three days, and the only beauty I want is you.”
“Hey!” I heard Beth’s indignant reply.
“The both of you.”
“Don’t forget us,” Debbie said sorrowfully.
“Hurry home Jack,” Beth interrupted. “I’ll see if we can’t plan another coming home surprise for you.”
“As soon as I can, Angel. As soon as I can.”
The call left me a little perturbed, but I shook it off, and decided to check in on my boss. I hadn’t heard any noises from her direction in a while.
The adjoining doors were unlocked, and I peeked in carefully, to make sure I wasn’t interrupting anything. The lights were off, but the entry light was on, and I could see Chris lying on the bed, naked, on top of the covers.
I slipped into the room and sat down on the side of the bed, gaining Chris’ attention. She turned and smiled at me, sleepily.
“Did we have fun tonight?” I asked her.
“I don’t know about you but I did,” she giggled.
“I could tell from the screams. Those two old guys must have had a hell of a time.”
“Just the General,” she said. “We kind of came to an understanding that the Colonel would have to wait a bit.”
“Poor Colonel. So how was the General?” I asked, teasing. I stretched out beside her and caressed her breast.
“Very attentive. Not much for stamina, and pretty much a one trick pony, but he seemed quite happy to make sure I was well taken care of. I guess experience counts for something. You want to know something weird?” she asked.
“I’m not sure, how weird? Chicken or feather weird?”
“Nothing like that. It’s just that was my first time ever using a rubber. 30 years old, and my first time. Weird huh?”
“Not too weird,” I told her. “I was afraid he made you march around the room and salute him,” I teased.
“Oh yeah. That too.” She laughed. She leaned down and started playing with my cock, “How about you? This fellow seen any new pussy tonight? You and the Major seemed to be getting along awfully well.”
“No such luck. I mean, she’s nice and all, but I think we’re playing on two different fields. Unless my ancestors lived in castles and were living off the work of down-trodden peasants, I’m not in the running.”
“Aww. The mighty Jack strikes out? Say it isn’t so!” She seemed to really be getting a kick out of my situation. I was almost tempted to tell her about the close call, but for all my moral lapses, I wasn’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell, particularly when the lady was interested in keeping things quiet.
“At least one of us got lucky tonight. Two, including the much honored General.”
“Three, if you can wait a minute for me to take a shower and freshen up. Shall I join you in your room, in 10 minutes?”
I couldn’t turn her down. “Love to. See you in 10.”
Back in my room, I realized there was a lot of evidence I hadn’t been alone. I rolled the champagne cart, dirty glasses and all, into the hallway, then straightened out the bed. I could still smell the fragrance of Ana Isabel in my room, and I took care of that with a spray of cologne around the bed. A little strong, I opened the window a bit to get some air movement. One last scan of the room, and I saw a tube of lipstick left on the dresser. I barely had time to stash it in a drawer before Chris made her appearance.
She was wearing a tempting little bit of lingerie that barely hid the goodies underneath. It only took me a few seconds to get her into my bed, and a couple of minutes more for me to get inside of her.
All in all, not a bad night. Not at all.