{"id":39896,"date":"2022-12-27T04:59:23","date_gmt":"2022-12-27T03:59:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=39896"},"modified":"2026-02-14T19:53:05","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T18:53:05","slug":"a-roman-holiday-in-spain-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/a-roman-holiday-in-spain-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A Roman Holiday In Spain &#8211; An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/wjx1zwjmqb.jsonp\" async><\/script><script src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/assets\/external\/E-v1.js\" async><\/script><\/p>\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_padding\" style=\"padding: 56.25% 0 0 0; position: relative;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_responsive_wrapper\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; position: absolute; top: 0; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_embed wistia_async_wjx1zwjmqb seo=true videoFoam=true\" style=\"height: 100%; position: relative; width: 100%;\">\n<div class=\"wistia_swatch\" style=\"height: 100%; left: 0; opacity: 0; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0; transition: opacity 200ms; width: 100%;\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"filter: blur(5px); height: 100%; object-fit: contain; width: 100%;\" src=\"https:\/\/fast.wistia.com\/embed\/medias\/wjx1zwjmqb\/swatch\" alt=\"\" aria-hidden=\"true\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The tiny restaurant in Barcelona was busy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Conversing diners, shouts and calls to waiters, popping corks from bottles of wine, the clink of glasses, drinkers\u2019 long bouts of laughter. Chefs cooked the favorite local foods and let the timeless scents of Spanish paprika, heavy garlic, and saffron waft from the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the middle of everything was Christy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy and her friend, Marsala, ate under an awning strung with red and yellow and blue lights, that put the patio under a warm glow. Christy nibbled on her Paella Valenciana and Gazpacho and sipped her Sauvignon Blanc. Yet, among all the wonderful food and the joviality of the dinners, Christy was trapped between depression, joy, and a fear of missing everything. In two days, she would be heading back to Williston Falls, North Dakota. Tonight, she was attempting to soak in as much of Barcelona as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI am going to miss this city,\u201d she told Marsala in a sad voice. \u201cWhat I need is a last ride through Barcelona.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI\u2019ve been telling you for weeks now to rent one of those electric bike thingies. They\u2019re everywhere. Then go wherever you want.\u201d She raised her glass of red wine as a salute to her smart idea. \u201cFor me, I\u2019m here for another few bottles of wine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, no.\u201d Christy waved off the idea. \u201cI can\u2019t go on a bike alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWell, I\u2019m not going with you. I\u2019m going to be too drunk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI need Gregory Peck, that\u2019s who I need. To have him whisk me away, like in Roman Holiday.\u201d She set down her glass and stared at the worn underside of the awning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Marsala shook her head, the red wine sloshing in her glass. \u201cYou should not have watched that movie. Here\u2019s a reality check: There is no Gregory Peck in Barcelona with a Vespa scooter to take you around the city. And by the way, you\u2019re no princess and you\u2019re not Audrey Hepburn\u2014but just as pretty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou talk a lot when you drink.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know. I have trouble closing my mouth. I have these urges to say whatever comes to mind. Things come to mind and they just come out of my mouth. Drinking makes conversations with me\u2014for me\u2014funner. For now, I will keep quiet. I won\u2019t talk for as long as I can. Warning: I will have a really hard time.\u201d She zipped her lips but started giggling, which turned into all-out laughter. \u201cDrinking and not talking is so impossible. Okay, okay, okay, let me gather myself. Deep breath. No talking\u2014starting now!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In Marsala\u2019s momentary silence, Christy heard singing. She looked over her shoulder and saw a man walking down a side street. He was the singer. In spite of the noise and joviality of the eaters, Christy heard his voice. The rich tenor voice sliced through the sounds\u2014and even the scents\u2014around her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His song echoed between centuries-old buildings of the street. \u201cAmor, Amor Amor,\u201d he sang, with an operatic vibrato, \u201cNacio de ti, nacio de ti, de la esperanza!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy put down her fork. She twisted in her seat toward the voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHear something?\u201d Marsala asked, holding her half-empty glass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAmor, Amor, Amor.\u201d The man came into the streetlight. He walked toward the caf\u00e9. Finally, diners\u2019 conversations ebbed to a low gurgle. Mainly, the men continued their table talk, not interested in the handsome singer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He sang briefly at different tables, making intrigued women smile with their lips and leer with their eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In a few moments, he came to the girls\u2019 table. He simply continued to sing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAmor, Amor, Amor, nacio de dios, para los dos, nacio del alma.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His voice was savory, like Spanish cuisine cooked and plated by a gourmet chef\u2014something to be savored.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy could not take her eyes off him, and she didn\u2019t stop smiling. He had a lean build in simple dark slacks and shirt. He had not buttoned the top buttons, so his smooth chest showed. She was drawn to his narrow nose and black hair. However, she believed his deep eyes might have divulged, in a flash, a dark devilry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the table, he rested his hand on the back of Marsala\u2019s seat but sang to Christy. Christy was enamored with this attention. Yet, she felt jittery and overwhelmed and excited and awkward at being the center of his attention among the caf\u00e9 full of diners, especially the women who now had a seed of jealousy budding inside of them. But, inside of her, that concoction of emotions swirled and could become, at any moment, an explosive.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She took her cool wine glass into her hot hand. Her pulse thumped in her palm against the condensation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The glass was protection. By holding it and hiding behind it\u2014although impossible\u2014all the people might not see her as the central figure in the tenor\u2019s art. At the same time, this is what she had wanted and had hoped for.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Marsala tried to get his attention by turning in her seat and leaning back to see him better. She tightened her arms to balloon her breasts, but there was no distracting the man.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy soon was gripping her warm glass of wine and fanning her overheated self with the wine list. This man was too much for her. Never had she been so charmed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Finally he held out the last note of his song, and then his operatic vibrato disappeared into the clamor of the caf\u00e9. Everyone\u2014particularly the women\u2014clapped and cheered and leered at the gentleman.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He waved and nodded briefly to everyone for their praise. He returned to Christy though.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He thanked her first with a simple word. \u201cSalazar.\u201d But his presence continued a different, wordless thank-you.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cChristy.\u201d Her name fumbled from her lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He took her hand and kissed the top of it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome with me. Let me show you my city.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy suddenly became skeptical and shocked. She scolded Marsala like a mother. \u201cYou set this up. You did this,\u201d she whispered a shout.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t.\u201d She raised her hands\u2014including her empty wine glass\u2014in innocence. \u201cIf I did, would I have let him take you away? I want him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar tugged Christy\u2019s arm to remind her that he was there, no matter who had brought him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhat about you?\u201d Christy asked Marsala, setting down her glass.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cGo, be a princess. Maybe my prince will show up with a full bottle of wine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI can\u2019t \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLive it up,\u201d Marsala urged. \u201cSoon you\u2019ll be stuck in nowhere North Dakota.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite a look of concern for leaving her friend, she allowed herself to be taken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar zestfully led her away from the caf\u00e9 and into the dim street from where he had first appeared. At the other end, the street opened to a nice avenue. It was not lit with the glowing lights of street-side cafes or the florescent lights of late-night dance clubs. Instead it was dimmed with daily life. And, at this time of night, the street was calm and quiet. People likely were nestled in at home. Possibly tired from today\u2019s work or preparing for tomorrow\u2019s tasks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar stopped at a nondescript square building. He rolled up a narrow garage door. Inside was a small Fiat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHave you seen more of my city than the tourist spots?\u201d Salazar asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI haven\u2019t seen too much. I\u2019ve been working over the past two months. I haven\u2019t had a car either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTonight, we go.\u201d The car\u2019s lights flicked on and off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere will you take me?\u201d Christy asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know places to love and never to see again if you leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDo we have to go in a car? I would love a ride on a Vespa. Can we?\u201d Christy patted her hands like a little girl about to get a birthday present.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar paused to work out some logistics. \u201cA Vespa, yes. Then we go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A few minutes after a text from Salazar, a large man pulled up alongside the curb. The motor scooter looked tiny in comparison to the giant man. He made even Salazar seem petite. The scooter squeaked when he stepped off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar thanked him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMeet Christy. Christy, meet Brutus.\u201d Brutus gave her a friendly kiss on each cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His cheeks were rough with his stubble, and his lips were plush. To her surprise, Christy liked his piercing scent. It was different than Salazar, who had fresh ocean cologne. Brutus reminded her of horsemen back in North Dakota. A wholesome smell of a hard-working man.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She climbed onto the scooter after Salazar had steadied it. She wrapped her arms around him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cReady?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSomewhere only I know of.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThen let\u2019s have at it.\u201d She whirled her arm like she was riding a bull at a rodeo.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar sped off. Christy was jarred back, so she hugged him tightly, hoping not to fall off and ruin their getaway.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He drove fast and without regard for other vehicles or pedestrians. He wasn\u2019t one to let a visitor get a tour or see the sights of the everyday side of the city. But to Christy, sights were secondary to the excitement of this Roman Holiday in Barcelona. Christy enjoyed the warm wind in her face and the buildup of humidity in the air. Her hands slowly loosened around Salazar. She stretched out her arms to be free, flying on the ground, just like Audrey Hepburn. But she grabbed hold when Salazar touched the brakes at an intersection.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Waiting at the stop, she noticed how black Salazar\u2019s hair was, how he kept it trimmed to a perfect fade. She caressed his hairline, drawing her fingernail along it, and then let her fingers glide through the thick hair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He reached back his hand and gently patted her thigh. Then he sped away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The pair zipped across the city. The Vespa struggled up the hills as Salazar drove above the lights and buildings of the city.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d Christy asked again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cTo see Barcelona. To Bunkers del Carmel. Hear of it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA Spanish military fortification,\u201d he fumbled at saying the word clearly. \u201cBuild in 1937 as my country fought in civil war.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He roughed the poor roads until the scooter was near the fortification. A quick walk and Christy took in Barcelona like never before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThis is spectacular.\u201d Christy leaned on Salazar\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThe lights of the city go everywhere.\u201d She turned a full circle with the city all around her. Far out though, it became suddenly dark.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe Mediterranean,\u201d she said. \u201cThat must be the coastline. The city just stops. Amazing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMy city, Ciudad Condal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar put his arm on her shoulders to direct her toward the mountains, then to the neighborhoods, and other notable sites.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But people began to show up and appear from dark places. Lovers, tourists, evening hikers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNot the secret place that I thought it would be,\u201d she said. \u201cSeems like a lot of people know about this place.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar didn\u2019t want to be by all these people, so he led her to the Vespa and headed back to the city<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe next place better be as good as this,\u201d she said, settling on the scooter behind Salazar. \u201cI want to stay here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe go to Parc de Les Aig\u00fces.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWhere is\u2014\u201d she started to speak, but when he zipped off, she quieted and held on to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the steep decline, Christy felt the air warm and smelled the salty breeze blowing in from the sea. She spread her arms again and shouted wildly. Salazar laughed. He darted and sped throughout the city. He took side streets, cut through intersections, drove onto sidewalks to pass stopped cars, ignored the speed limits. Christy loved this excitement, her freedom, his unconstrained attitude for living. She nuzzled her chin into the base of his neck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI love this,\u201d she said into his ear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the next place, he maneuvered the scooter up more hills and then around some barricades, forcing it to become an off-road bike. Soon, he was riding slowly down an ancient road, Carretera de led Aig\u00fces. It snaked through the mountains to another overlook of Barcelona.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar again pointed out sights, as best as he could in the night. He placed his hand on her shoulder to show the neighborhoods and the Basilica of Sagrada Familia.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She put her head on his shoulder. \u201cThank you for tonight. I needed this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI will show you my city from the secret places.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThese are pretty much secrets, although I have already heard of them but never had time to \u2026 Did you feel that?\u201d Christy put out her hands, palms up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar put out his hands too. \u201cRain. We go before the storms come.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They hopped on the Vespa and rode to the city. Before long, the rain came down heavily. The ground gave off the refreshing scent of pavement and earthly perspiration. Salazar sped up. Christy let go of him and spread her arms once more. She basked in the raindrops that pelted her face and neck. Soon, her shirt was wet, and, as the storm grew all the heavier, hers and Salazar\u2019s clothes were soaked and their hair was de-poofed by the rain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/f1s-v3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"image-banner alignnone wp-image-47306 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg\" alt=\"lelo f1s masturbation sleeve\" width=\"930\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo.jpg 930w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-300x108.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-768x277.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/f1s-v3-lelo-770x278.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 930px) 100vw, 930px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar pulled onto the sidewalk at the building where he and Christy had zipped away. He reeled open the garage door in a metallic roar. Christy leaped into the garage, out of the rain. She rested against the Fiat. Salazar came next to her. Christy felt his hands snake across her waist and his warm lips touch her cheek, her ear, and then her lips. Christy let him move as he wished, enjoying him and the whole evening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His hot breath felt wonderful on her face and her neck as he dragged his mouth across her body. Her hands first spread over his back, and finally, she interlocked her fingers at the base of his neck. She pulled him close. Christy kissed him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar broke from her. \u201cLet\u2019s go inside. I have clothes to change into.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He led her into the apartment above the garage with the Fiat. It was a cramped place. A wine rack, a tiny kitchen, a small television with antennas, a loveseat. He opened a bottle of wine, and they drank and talked as their languages would allow. She thought he had lived an amazing life in the city. One she had missed in her time here. After another bottle, she snuggled against him and kissed him again. They began where they had left off an hour ago.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon, in their passion, Salazar led her into his bedroom. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his slacks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He opened the closet door. Christy remained dressed, unsure about taking off her clothes. But she could not take her eyes off Salazar\u2019s lean body. He was covered with only a thin pair of boxer shorts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI has a large shirt for you.\u201d Salazar turned to Christy. \u201cTake off your clothes, so we can get dry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBut I \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYou need help?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t wait. He lifted Christy\u2019s blouse over her head. Before pulling it off, Christy had concerns about getting fully naked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWait. I can\u2019t do this. I mean \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOff, your pants. I can dry them, so they will be warm and dry to put them back on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar gently pushed her onto the mattress. He slid his hands over her thighs and down her legs. He grabbed the bottom hem of her slacks. She undid the buckle, and he pulled them off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite being wet, she decided to stay in her bra and panties, after shedding most of her clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar took hers and his clothing to the other room. He tossed them onto the loveseat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSalazar,\u201d Christy called, \u201ccan you bring me a towel? I need to dry my hair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He grabbed a towel from the bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the bedroom doorway, he asked, \u201cHow much is a towel worth for you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, give it here.\u201d She held out her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar stepped into the room and walked slowly to her, keeping the towel behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy tried to snatch it, but Salazar easily kept it at bay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy gave up after a few futile attempts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFine. Keep the towel.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLet me dry your hair.\u201d Salazar put the towel on Christy\u2019s head. He rubbed and shook and lifted her long, blond hair to dry all of it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her head wiggled and rocked back and forth as he dried her hair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sitting there with her head bouncing all over, she bumped into a stiffness in his pants. She noticed it was long and outlined against the thin fabric of his boxers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy apologized. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to, you know, touch it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNo matter, no apology. Put your hand on me. I can dry your hair better.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While he rocked her head again, she happened to touch Salazar\u2019s erection. When she did, Salazar\u2019s hands jolted and jerked her head once under the towel. With an intent only to tease, she patted his dick and again felt her head jerk at his hands. She stroked it with the palm of her hand, and Salazar moved her head at her touch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar pulled her face closer to his hips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cKiss me,\u201d he said. \u201cWe will both feel warmer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy tried to glance up at him, but his hands would not release her head. She then understood his \u201ckiss\u201d was not what she, at first, thought. Keeping one hand on her head, he fiddled with the fly of his boxers, until his hardness appeared before Christy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was a stiff snake set in a well-groomed garden of black hair. Christy was shy about kissing his dick at first. But she let herself go, deciding to do it once. She was leaving Barcelona soon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy listened to him speak to her in his native language, unintelligible to her but lovely nonetheless. He tossed aside the towel. She smiled at his deep, dark stare.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She placed her lips on the underside of him. Hearing the moan of pleasure, she decided another kiss or two wouldn\u2019t be too much. She continued to place her lips along the length, down to the base. The texture changed from hardness to his dangling balls. The black hair tickled her nose. She sneezed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSalud,\u201d he said. He cupped her chin and kissed her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He pushed her backward, flattening her on the mattress. He maneuvered over her and kissed her again. First, a gentle peck. Then, a glaze along her lips. Christy grabbed him for a long kiss. The pair continued on, exploring and exciting each other.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Suddenly, Christy paused. She heard a door close. Salazar took her chin to draw her attention back to him. She gave in and kissed him harder. She rolled him over to be on top of him. She paused again though.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBrutus,\u201d she said between her deep breaths.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The large man remained silent. He only sat on the loveseat in the living room but remained within view. Salazar nabbed Christy\u2019s attention. He rolled her over to her back, smothering her with kisses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As her hands held onto Salazar\u2019s body, Christy could not shed the idea of another man\u2014Brutus of all men\u2014watching them. Salazar moved his lips to the base of her neck. In the briefest moment, she glanced through the bedroom door. Brutus was there, watching. He had a wide grin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An odd thought shot through her mind. It made her up shiver. Christy\u2019s mother came to mind. She was wearing that old apron of hers and was in her kitchen. She was washing dishes while the potatoes boiled on the stove behind her. She was telling Christy, \u201cOne man, one woman.\u201d However, now Barcelona was telling Christy, \u201cTwo men, one woman, just once. It will never happen again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy didn\u2019t want to become an old woman who had turned sour because of a lifetime of missed opportunities. She disagreed with her urge and her mother. Instead, she rested beneath Salazar to bask in his amazing attention to her body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yet, her attraction to Brutus was unyielding. And he was right there. She turned her head toward him, as the thin man over her kissed her neck and collarbone. Then her sudden gasp startled Salazar. He rose up over her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy\u2019s stare brought Salazar\u2019s gaze toward Brutus. She still had not unlocked her eyes from the cock in the giant\u2019s grip. His hand rose to the peak of the cock\u2019s head, covering it and then letting it reappear. It was massive. A rod. A sword. A spear. It matched the size and type of Brutus\u2019s form. It outmatched Salazar\u2019s. She suddenly thought about giving and getting, of wanting and having.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy\u2019s heart thudded and a desire grew in her belly. Salazar could sing and bathe her in his passion. But she was drawn to Brutus. He was gruff. He was hairy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy sat up, which moved Salazar aside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBrutus,\u201d she said. Her voice was sweet and sounded oddly entranced.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The man stopped his slow strokes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBrutus,\u201d she said again, \u201ccome here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When he came over, she slid her hand over his strong forearm, her fingers running through the wiry hairs. She placed her cheek against the arm. Then her other hand moved directly to his bared erection.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With her delicate touch, she stared into his black eyes to make sure he was pleased with her. \u201cDo you like this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She knew he was enjoying her hand when his eyes closed as she sped up her touches.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cLay down.\u201d She patted a place next to her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When he sat on the mattress, she almost fell into his lap as the mattress slouched inward because of his size and weight. She guided his mouth to her breasts, feeding them to him. \u201cThey\u2019re yours, Brutus. All for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And he feasted. She felt nibbles and then bites on her other breasts. Salazar had returned to the action.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy had two men enjoying her body at once. They enjoyed her heartily. These were no longer gentlemen. They had slowly morphed into animals that were banqueting on their willing prey.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She could feel their different hands move over her. Brutus\u2019s were calloused and meaty. Salazar\u2019s were stringy and fast-moving. Brutus\u2019s hand shifted her leg, having taken hold of her small thigh. Christy enjoyed the sandpaper roughness of Brutus\u2019s arms against the soft skin of her thigh.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Meanwhile, Salazar\u2019s fingers crept into her most intimate parts. Along her waist, over her hips, just south of her navel, into her kinky bush. Then she jolted when his fingers crossed her clit. The touch may have been as light as a mere ghost\u2019s passing, but it shook her body, curling her toes. The next glaze-over was so nice, and her mouth cooed. Salazar further massaged her into luxurious sensations.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In spite of her closed eyes, she saw a dark shadow appear above her, as if blocking the midday sun. She felt a different brush against her pussy. Not ghostlike this time, not lanky like Salazar\u2019s fingers. She opened her eyes to see Brutus, the giant, grazing the tip of his dick against her narrow pussy. She smiled, knowing he was ready to enter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on inside,\u201d she said. \u201cJust do it slow. Don\u2019t hurt me.\u201d She had only been with one other. He was a boy from high school, tiny compared to Brutus, tiny even compared to Salazar.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As soon as she warned him, she winced, her neck strained, her mouth taut, eyes ballooned. She tried to plead for mercy, keeping Brutus at bay with her hand, or at least from charging inside of her. He kept moving in, urging his cock further, going deeper. Christy heaved and hissed in her pain. She was ready to beg him to stop, when his dick slid back slightly. It eased her pain. She caught her breath, but the sizzling pain flared once more as Brutus pushed forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar\u2019s hand grabbed her face and bent it toward him. Suddenly in between her eyes was the tip of his cock. He shifted forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/soraya-beads\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"toy-banner alignnone wp-image-41262 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/soraya-beads-anal-toy.jpg\" alt=\"soraya beads\" width=\"850\" height=\"425\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/soraya-beads-anal-toy.jpg 850w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/soraya-beads-anal-toy-300x150.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/soraya-beads-anal-toy-768x384.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/soraya-beads-anal-toy-770x385.jpg 770w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 850px) 100vw, 850px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In a moment, Christy realized two men were on her. A dick was in her mouth, and another was rocking slowly faster against her dripping, wet pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Three of us\u2014me and two others? she thought, worry flooding around her. What am I doing? I can\u2019t do this. But Barcelona kept its urging.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She began to halt them when Brutus fully entered her. She didn\u2019t stop him though. It felt wonderful, a complete drenching of sparkles over her body, submerged in a steaming, hot bath. Then in her glee, she sucked Salazar\u2019s dick.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar pulled back and Brutus dragged himself out of her. They exchanged places. Salazar laid down on the bed, and Brutus remained steadfast. Suddenly, Christy became what might have been the sweetness between the two hard cookies. The two men covered over her, putting her on her hands and knees on the mattress. She enjoyed them both.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They attended to all parts of her body. Her mouth and her earlobes. Her chest and nipples. A trail down her torso. To her surprise, Brutus took her gently. She loved it when he kissed the warm flesh of her inner thighs. He placed kisses on her knees of all places. Then the tops of her feet. Despite her giggling from his stubble brushing the soles of her feet, he focused on her feet and sucked on her toes. As he attended to her feet, Salazar buried his face deeply in her pussy. He gobbled her, tugging on her labia, slurping deep inside. Best of all, she loved hearing his exhale as he rose up and then the immediate deep gasp as he went down again, like an Olympic swimmer in a furious race.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her body absorbed the affection until the tingling and a lingering fuzziness had overtaken her senses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The two men pulled back. She thought they had let her be and rest. Their hands and mouths were off of her, and she didn\u2019t feel their four hands or twenty fingers either. Nevertheless, their presence was above her, gigantic towers surrounding, vertical and parallel. She lay still on the bed. Her eyes closed, and her mouth in a smile. Eventually, her breathing eased, and she noticed a slurping. The sound confused her, but she didn\u2019t want to move\u2014or think about it, for that matter\u2014because doing so might interrupt her inertia. But the <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">slick-slap<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> kept on steadily. It was garnished with grunts and a drawn-out groan. She finally opened her eyes to see Salazar jerking his dick. It was lubed, glistening in the overhead room light. His face winced and twisted. His teeth were gripping his bottom lip. He gave another groan. Suddenly, a warm splatter of wetness landed on her upper cheek and forehead. A second heavier glob hit her face over her eye. She wiped it from her face and flung it to the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brutus was still stroking his dick above her. She looked at his changing guise. He was handsome in some North Dakota way. A brute, a wild man\u2014rough-skinned, hairy. Thinking of home, she urged him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCome on, big boy.\u201d She put her hand on his thigh. \u201cDon\u2019t hold back. Give it to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Salazar\u2019s hands moved Christy\u2019s hair from her face. He urged on his friend in Spanish. Brutus\u2019s hand sped into a blur. There was an uproarious sob\u2014long, low, primitive.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBrutus, please. Right on my face.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy lifted her gaze as if toward the light of the summer sun. And she urged him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFor me, do it. I know you want to. From the moment you met me, you\u2019ve wanted this.\u201d She shimmied her hair free from Salazar\u2019s hands, and ran her fingered through it, tucking the damp strands behind each ear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Brutus released another gargantuan groan, followed by a gritty rumble in his throat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy was hit hard with a splattering stretching from her eye over her eyebrow to her hairline. Brutus gave another smattering that landed on her cheek and the corner of her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She looked up with her one eye to see a happy Brutus, still holding his stout dick. A relieved body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She dabbled with the cum on the tip of her finger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWant me to taste it?\u201d she asked, teasingly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She didn\u2019t actually mean it. The taunt was just that, a bit of teasing in the midst of the craziness. When his face brightened at the comment, the idea made her rethink the tease. Just as she didn\u2019t consider her banter, she didn\u2019t consider putting her two gooey fingers in her mouth smoothly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He then reached forward to the cum at her lips and push the clump into her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">To Christy, his oversized fingers had a taste of saltiness and the feeling of a callousness. She sucked his fingers clean, just as he had kissed her toes with his lips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Later on, Christy found Marsala in their flat, asleep, after an obvious drunken state. A man, in boxer shorts, lay on the floor next to the couch. Three empty bottles of red wine were on the kitchen counter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Christy stood over her roommate. \u201cYou had a good night too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She laid a light blanket on Marsala. \u201cAt least, I won\u2019t have a hangover.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">For years after, Christy never forgot Marsala, her crazy roommate in Barcelona, or Brutus, the monster of the bedroom. Christy always wondered what happened to him. She had thought about asking Marsala, but, each year that she got older, the idea seemed dumber and more absurd. Maybe though, like that unconsidered tease at the foot of Brutus, she might blurt out the question to Marsala someday, asking if she knew of a giant rough man there, where he was, would she look for him. Truly though, he was with her. She never let him go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Enjoy this story more with 15% off <a href=\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">LELO.com<\/a> with code <span style=\"color: #800080;\">VOLONTE15<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The tiny restaurant in Barcelona was busy. Conversing diners, shouts and calls to waiters, popping corks from bottles of wine, the clink of glasses, drinkers\u2019 long bouts of laughter. Chefs cooked the favorite local foods and let the timeless scents of Spanish paprika, heavy garlic, and saffron waft from the kitchen. In the middle of everything was Christy. 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