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I was sitting in a sidewalk cafe in a little town on Spain’s Costa Blanca enjoying a cafe americano when I first saw her. She was peeking at me from behind a menu. When I looked at her she swiftly ducked back behind her hiding spot. She appeared to be about five or six years of age and it looked as if she had just been to the beach with her mother. When she peeked at me again I winked at her and she quickly darted back behind her menu. When she appeared a third time I winked again and she winked back at me with the expertise of a very knowledgeable flirter.
I came to be here quite by chance. I am a 60 something retired logger and woods worker from the American Pacific Northwest. I came to Europe on an extended holiday/mission. My name is John. I was christened Giovanni, but since early childhood I have just been John. My mission was to visit my mother’s birthplace in Italy. After spending a couple of weeks going through legal records, traveling around Campagna and Calabria and meeting relatives I never knew, I decided to stay and see the rest of Europe. I went from Italy to Germany where I served some time in the 1960’s with the U.S. Army. I spent a couple of weeks in Bavaria and Austria and then decided to travel to Barcelona. I had spent a few extended 3 day passes in Barcelona and wanted to see it again. I had forgotten how beautiful the Mediterranean coast of Spain was and once I got here I decided to rent a car and spend more time exploring.
This was all made possible by the Internet. My pension checks were automatically deposited for me, all my bills were paid with automatic withdrawal so I didn’t have to worry about getting home at any particular time. I could stay as long as I wished. So here I was in a quaint coastal village flirting with a cute little 5 year old imp. I had been here three days and rented a room in the village. It was a small walk up with a bed, wash basin and a communal bathroom down the hall. I made sure I stayed away from all of the tourist hotels.
Our flirting had been going on for a few minutes when her mother spoke to her and then turned to look at me. I shrugged and smiled at her hoping she wouldn’t think I was some kind of pervert or child molester. It was totally innocent on my part. When she smiled back and then smiled at her daughter I figured everything was alright.
Once mother and daughter began talking, two things struck me. The first was that they were conversing in French, not Spanish. So I assumed them to be tourists like me. The other was that I hadn’t noticed mother before this. She looked to be in her early to mid thirties with long blond hair, and I might say very pretty. As I said, it appeared as if they had been to the beach as mother was wearing some sort of beach robe. I really wanted to see what she looked like underneath, but that certainly wasn’t going to happen. She was stunning enough however for me to chastise myself for not noticing her before this.
We sat there for a few more minutes. Me sipping my coffee, exchanging winks with the little girl as mother and daughter chatted. I finally finished, paid my bill and got up to leave. I walked past the two of them and gave the girl a final wink. I turned to mother, gave her a slight bow and smiled. As I did so I couldn’t help but notice her legs sticking out from under her beach robe. They were gorgeous. Smooth and white and so in need of stroking. I was truly smitten with this young vixen. The top was open enough for me to see that she had a very nice figure underneath.
“Oh well,” I thought. “Unfortunately I’ll probably never see her again. She could go back home anytime.” I left and continued my exploration of the country side.
When I returned from my drive, I had a quick bite at the same cafe and went up to my room. I was tired so I read a few pages of one of the books I brought with me, washed up and went to bed. As I drifted off, Mother (I didn’t know what else to call her) kept coming to mind. “God, she was hot,” I said to no one in particular.
As I slept, she came to my dreams. I was laying on a secluded beach when I saw her. In my dream she was wearing a very skimpy bikini. She walked over to me and looked me in the eye. When our eyes met she began to move her hips and rub her hands all over her body. She reached behind herself and released the bikini top and let it fall to the ground. I was mesmerized. Her breasts were magnificent. Two milky white globes sticking straight out with huge red areoles. She kept moving her hips back and forth as she fondled her breasts…kneading them and pulling at her nipples. Then, as one hand remained on her breast, the other moved down to her pubic area. When it went inside her bikini bottom I thought I would burst.
After playing with herself for a few minutes she move to me and straddled me. Standing directly above me antalya escort fondling her breasts and rubbing her pussy, she fell to her knees. Once on her knees, directly above my hard cock (did I mention that I was naked on the beach?) she untied the strings of her bikini bottom and let it fall.
For the ladies reading this I wish I could say that we kissed and fondled and played and made mad passionate love, but as you guys are fully aware, wet dreams are pretty much wham, bam, thank you maam. So in my dream, she began to rub her pussy along my cock and then impaled herself on it. That is when I exploded. I filled her sweet pussy with my seed, then woke up with the sheets wet with my cum. I sleep in the nude so there was nothing to absorb the semen. I didn’t care. It was a great orgasm. My only regret was knowing that it was probably the only way I would ever make love to this hot little beauty with whom I had fallen so in lust.
I awoke the following morning and washed in the basin, cleaning the dried cum from my body. Unlike fancy hotels, there was no maid service here so I made the bed and went to a cafe to eat a light breakfast. I had explored the country side the previous two days so I decided to stay in town and relax. I had purchased a number of “things” and souvenirs in my four weeks of travel and decided to do the same here. Since I am traveling light, I usually had them packaged and sent to my home in Washington State.
In my years working in the Pacific Northwest forests, I had worked with Hispanic contract crews and so I knew smattering of Spanish. However, there seems to be enough difference between New World Spanish and King’s Spanish that I was having a very hard time making myself understood to the proprietor. As I was trying to get my point across, I heard a female voice, “May I be of assistance?” The first thing that struck me was the French accent.
I turned and there she was. Mother. She looked even prettier than she had the day before. She was wearing a white and pink sun dress. The hem came to just below her knees exposing very shapely calves. It had spaghetti straps and covered her breasts modestly, but I could still see that they were magnificent. I looked her in the eye and said, “Oh yes. Please. Thank you.” Then I said to myself, “Now here’s a ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’.”
After I told her what I was trying to do and she explained it to the proprietor, I thanked her and shook her hand. I really didn’t want to let this beauty go so I said, “Please, let me thank you.” I motioned to the cafe across the street and said, “May I buy you a cup of coffee?”
She blushed and said, “Yes, thank you.”
On the way across the street we introduced ourselves. I told her my name was John. She extended her hand and said, “I am pleased to meet you Jean.” The way she said “Jean” instead of “John” made my knees weak. I thought I would melt right there. She then told me her name was Cosette. After we sat down and we ordered are coffees I said, “Cosette. Jean Valjean’s charge in Les Miserables.”
“Oh, you know Les Miserables. From the play, or from the book?”
“Both. I saw the play but only after I read the book twice. I’m not just saying this, but it is my favorite book of all time. I loved it. The prose Victor Hugo used was mesmerizing. In my opinion, he was a poet who wrote novels.” I hoped I wasn’t being too “intellectual”, but I wanted to put on as good a face as possible.
“Enough about Les Mis. You’re obviously French. You must be on holiday also. How long will you be here?”
She told me that she wasn’t on holiday, but lived here. She and her husband and daughter had been here for a number of years. Her daughter, Marie, was born here. Cosette was born in Marseilles. When she was very young, her parents moved the family to Canada. That explained the accent to me. It was French, but not quite so and I didn’t know why. It was Canadian French. She spent her childhood in Quebec City where she met and married her husband, who was a boat wright. They moved back to Marseilles where he plied his trade. In the meantime they had traveled the Costa del Sol and Costa Blanca and fell in love with the country. When the opportunity to open a little boat shop here appeared, they jumped on it. She talked as if everything was good, but I sensed that things were not all rosy.
I told her about my retirement and my quest to Italy and Germany. I told her that my wife had passed a few years earlier and I missed her very much. But, life goes on I said.
We sat there for a couple of hours when she said she should leave. “Marie will be out of school soon and I must be there when she gets home. I have some errands to run before I get home.”
I rose, helped her up and told her how happy I was to meet her. Then I said, “I do hope we can do this again sometime Cosette.”
Still holding my hand she said, “As do I Jean. Will you be in town tomorrow, or will you travel the country side?”
“If it meant coffee with you, I would certainly stay in town.”
She lara escort smiled. “Will I see you tomorrow then?”
“By all means. Shall we meat here again?”
“Oui. Is nine o’clock too early?”
“I’ll be here.”
“As will I Jean. Au revoir.”
“Au revoir Cosette.”
I wasn’t sure what just transpired, but I thought, hoped, that it was more than a casual “so long, see you later.”
I went about my business for the rest of the day with the image of Cosette etched in my mind. I had forgotten how horny I could get. After eating the afternoon meal called “La Comida”, I wandered around the town taking in more sights. After dark, I went to another cafe and had a glass of wine and returned to my room. Again, after reading some, I washed up and went to bed.
This time the images of Cosette were so sharp that I didn’t wait for sleep to let her in. As I said earlier, I always sleep in the nude. As I thought more and more about her my hand moved to my growing cock. I took myself back to last nights beach. I was laying there on the beach naked when I let her enter my mind again. She was wearing the same bikini as last night, but tonight I controlled what would happen. She walked over to me as she did the night before, only this time her movements were much more animated. She had already removed her bikini and was standing above me naked. Her hands were all over herself, stroking, fondling. Her hips were lewdly fucking the air as her fingers plunged inside her. I closed my eyes and imagined her as she removed her fingers from her pussy and slowly, sensually sucked herself off of them.
“Oh God. How I wish this were real,” I thought. I was stroking harder and faster.
She straddled me again, but this time she was above my head, not my cock. With eyes closed I imagined her gyrating hips and pussy directly over me. I could almost see her sex, smell her musky aroma. God, I wanted it. I so wanted it to be true.
She dropped to her knees and there it was, inches from my face. I reached up and started stroking her legs. One hand on each. Up the inside of the thigh and down the outside. Stroking, kissing her legs. Again, I could almost smell her. I could almost feel her. I imagined that I looked up to see her plunging her fingers in and out of her pussy. I reached up and imagined putting them in my mouth. Oh, how I wanted to taste her. Finally, I reached up and pulled her hips down to me.
I kissed her pussy. I licked her legs, taking her dripping juices into my mouth. I spread her lips apart to expose her hard clit. I tried to imagine what it really looked like. I has to be a beautiful sight. I imagined licking it, her swollen clit. I could almost hear her, “Oh mon Dieu.” In my mind she fell to her hands, grinding her pussy into my face. Smothering me. Making me gasp for air as I licked and sucked and gobbled her juices. I was stroking faster and faster. God I wanted to let myself cum, but I had to imagine myself inside of her. So I imagined that her legs clamped hard on my head as she came in my mouth, on my face, her nectar oozing out to cover me.
I then lifted her off of my face and I heard myself say aloud, “Cosette, fuck me. Please fuck me.” I imagined her moving down my body to the cock I was holding up for her. She impaled herself on me. My hand was moving faster and faster. I started moaning and ranting as I stroked. I said aloud. “Oh yes Cosette. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God it feels so good Cosette. Yes. Yes.”
Then I let her drop to her hands again so her breasts were directly above my face. I imagined me fucking her like an animal as I sucked and nipped her beautiful breasts. Sucking one. Fondling the other. Stroking my cock like a mad man. I had to cum. I so desperately needed to cum. I then imagined her pussy clamping down on my cock as she came again. I let myself go. I exploded. I came all over my belly and chest. “Oh God,” I said to my imaginary lover. “Oh Gawwwwd.”
I allowed myself to come down from the high I had just experienced. I reached up with my fingers and scraped the cum from my belly and rubbed it on my still hard cock, stroking, still feeling the ecstasy. I brought my hand to my face and licked, imagining that it was her, my Cosette, licking them. Licking me. I finally closed my eyes and allowed myself to sleep.
The following morning I arose and went into the washroom and took a bath. I tried to imagine what it would be like to have Cosette in there with me. I laid back and stroked myself again. Imagining Her with me. Kissing me. Fucking me. I didn’t allow myself to cum. I needed to rest so I could masturbate again tonight.
I went to the cafe, arriving at about 8:45. I wanted to make sure I was there when she got there. At about five minutes till nine she arrived. I watched her stroll in and I began to silently talk to myself. “Damn, John. What in the hell are you thinking? You have children older that her.” I didn’t care. I needed to be with someone right now. I didn’t know what might happen, but I side escort really needed this. Even if it was only platonic.
I rose to greet her, took her hand in mine and told her I was glad to see her. She sat down and we continued talking from where we stopped the day before. Like we had never parted. We talked all morning and into the afternoon. Then once again, she left to be home to meet Marie. We made arrangements to meet again the next morning to chat some more. I went about my business and toured some more. That night I masturbated again, as I did every night after.
We met like this every day for about a week. Talking about everything and talking about nothing. Talking about our lives mainly. The good. The not so good. But it seemed like most of both of our lives were good. I loved my wife with all my heart, but missed her deeply. She loved her husband very much, but something was lacking. She considered herself a bored housewife.
Finally one day from out of nowhere she asked me, “Jean, how was your sex life in your marriage?”
Wow, I thought. I really didn’t know what to say. Our sex life had been OK. Not knock your socks off, bombs burst in air type sex, but not bad. I never felt that I’d had enough sex. Our sex drives were very different for each of us. I masturbated a lot to compensate, but still something was lacking. I never strayed and was proud of that. I knew many men who did stray, but not me. I did play on line from time to time, but never in real life. I had not talked much about it before. Now I was faced with either lying and saying it was good or just fessing up. I have always prided myself on being truthful, so I told her like it was.
When I stopped she said, “I love my husband very much. He is such a wonderful man. But, it seems we never make love any more. He is so busy with the business. I have to initiate it every time, and then it is so ‘ordinary’.” I have a very strong sex drive but he doesn’t. He works so hard to provide for Marie and me and I love and admire him so much for that, but sometimes I need more. I get on the computer a lot and have done some things that people might not approve of. Does that make me a bad person?”
I assumed she was confiding in me because of my age, sort of a father figure. I took her hand and assured her that I didn’t believe her to be a bad person and I hoped she wouldn’t either. I also secretly hoped she would elaborate about what she did on line, but she kept that to herself.
We talked for about a half hour about this. She told me her fantasies and desires and so I began to do the same. As we continued I was becoming more and more aroused. I noticed that she was fidgeting in her chair as well. To this day I’m not sure why I did it or what was going through my mind, but finally I took her hand in mine and asked, “Cosette, would you like to come up to my room?”
“Shit,” I thought. “What in the hell are you thinking?” As I was thinking how I’d just blown it, I looked into her misty eyes and heard her whisper. “Oui” I held her hand and rose. I looked her in the eye again and asked if she was sure. Again she just said “Oui.”
With her hand in mine, we walked down the street in silence. I let her walk in front up the stairs to my room and then opened the door for her. When I closed the door behind us I expected things to be awkward for a time. Instead, Cosette came directly to me, wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. It had been so long since I’d had anybody in my arms that the passion poured from me. I held her to me and kissed her with more passion than I could remember. Our lips opened and her tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues danced in each others mouths. I held her tighter to me. I could feel her breasts against my chest. Our hips began to grind together. My hand moved down to her buttocks where I began massaging her cheeks, pulling her hips closer to mine. Her hand did the same.
I finally pulled back and said, “Oh Cosette. I’ve been dreaming of this for a week. You’re so beautiful.”
I reached up and slid her spaghetti straps over her shoulders with a question in my eyes. She didn’t speak. She just reached up and pulled them off of her arms letting the top of her sundress drop from her breasts. I stared at her bra covered breasts. My hands moved to her hips. Then I slowly brought them up her body to her bosom. I slowly, gently, sensually massaged them as I kissed her again. They felt so wonderful in my hands. My hands moved all over her. From her breasts, down her torso to her hips, to her butt cheeks and back. Slowly. Gently. Sensually.
“Oh Jean. Oh, that is so nice. Oh cheri. Oui. Oui.” Then she kissed me again.
I pulled myself from her lips, kissed her cheeks and moved to her ears. I whispered as I kissed then. “Oh Cosette. Cosette.” I sucked her lobes. I kissed her neck. Her shoulders. I then began kissing down to her breasts. I reached behind her, undid her bra and let it fall. Her breasts were magnificent. So soft, so firm. Her areoles were as beautiful as I had imagined in my fantasies. My hands engulfed them as I kissed my way to her nipples. Kneading one breast, I licked and kissed the other. I took her nipple between my lips and twirled my tongue. I pulled her dress down as I began to kiss my way down her body. Down. Down.
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