The Spaniard

Knocking first impressions out of the park

It is the night of the meet, and I’ve just finished with the stunning Spaniard. His smile is wide and infectious, the kind that makes you instantly feel like you’ve known him for years. Those lips are full, kissable, and distracting in the best way. Looking at them makes me burn with a desire to kiss them. Despite being thirty, he looked younger, almost innocent, but his skills told a very different story.

He arrived on time, bottle in hand, smelling divine. Shoes off instantly – respectful – and we settled outside in the evening sun for drinks and chat with Mr. The conversation flowed easily, his hand or knee always making some kind of contact with me. Even then, I could feel his desire while he remained 100% respectful to talk to Mr too.

When Mr made his departure to chill with a movie and a view of the soon-to-be play area, it took all of five seconds before we were also inside, his clothes gone, and that soft, tanned, solid body in front of me. Not gym-toned, not skinny, but a delicious mix of both with a mop of big dark curls. I was on my knees almost instantly, intoxicated by his scent, desperate to taste him. And this wasn’t a one-way show – I could feel his genuine want in every touch and look.

The First Round

After enjoying my mouth, he laid me down, trailing kisses over my body and legs before diving into my pussy with energy, enthusiasm, and stamina. With a little guidance on how to tease and build anticipation, I know he can reduce me to a puddle on the floor.

He told me to get on all fours and began spanking my arse, building up the rhythm until his cock was pressing against my pussy and about to go in. I pulled away like I’d been burnt – safe sex is non-negotiable. He suited up without a flicker of irritation, apologising for getting lost in the moment, and then took me from behind with delicious pace.

For a man who didn’t look like he lived at the gym, he had the stamina to go fast before unloading – and without pause, went straight back to kissing and touching me. His pleasure just a byproduct of aiming to please me.

Trying to fist me?

I pulled him up to lay beside me, and as we lay in the warm afterglow, he couldn’t keep his hands off me – stroking, kissing, sucking my nipples. Then his hand wandered back down to my pussy. He slid to the floor to kiss and touch me, starting with one finger before I guided him to two. The build was slow, steady, and deep.

Then I stopped him and stood up. His face looked almost wounded until I sat back down now with a black tube, squirting cool white liquid between my legs. His face lit up, and in Spanish he muttered something that I’m fairly sure translated to “this feels amazing.”

The sensations were incredible, and I encouraged a third finger. The stretch was delicious, and with my own hand on my clit, I came hard. Still he didn’t stop – back to licking, back to touching. With his desire to please I had to make a conscious effort to stroke, touch and suck his beautiful cock every chance I got. Judging by his later verification calling my oral skills “something from heaven,” I think it’s fair to say he enjoyed it.

The second wave

He then laid me on the floor surrounded by pillows and climbed on top. Round two was intense, hot, and satisfying. When we finally stopped, the fan was on full blast, hearts racing, eyes locked, smiling like we’d just shared a secret we weren’t quite ready to tell the world.

We laid together in a bubble of pure contentment, the smiles unable to leave our faces. And the constant stream of kindness and compliments falling from his lips. Authentic. Genuine. Beautiful. They were real. So, I reminded him that I simply match the energy I’m given. If he finds me sincere, it’s because that’s exactly what he’s bringing to me.

Will he be back?

The Spaniard is a diamond, just a little rough around the edges but with the desire to soften where needed. His social life is busy, his wife none the wiser. Will there be a round three? I wouldn’t bet against it.

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