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Roseanne stepped lightly as she wound her way through the twisty streets of Cordoba. It was early evening but the passageways still thronged with tourists here to see the dramatic carnival processions of Easter.
The cobbled streets threatened to break the heel on her heels and the donkeys left surprises everywhere. Whitewashed walls reflecting the suns heat and children darting through the crowds.
With a quick check of her phone, she turned down an even tinier passageway and found herself at a dead end. Broad wooden doors into her right were painted dark blue, just like he had said. a single yellow flower stood in a windowsill, all exactly as described.
it must be the place.
She knocked on the wood and then, embarrassed by her weediness, thumped it loudly with her fist. The noise was deep, rebounding, rather than echoing, and falling silent again. at the end if the alley a flash of noise as people passed and as she turned back, the door opened and there he was.
“Roseanne. I am thrilled you made it! Come through. come through.”
She stepped through the thick door into an entranceway and from there he led her into a lounge or bar. Dark wood a natural antidote to the glare outside, cool tiles floor and low-strung armchairs. Somewhere she could hear a fountain babbling and in the corner an ornate gold drinks cabinet stocked with bottles of strong spirit.
“I managed to arrange time away, yes.” She said simply.
“Meaning what? Your husband must notice you missing, no?”
“Unlikey. He and the kids have gone into the forest. A camp trip. I preferred to stay in the town.” She flushed briefly red at her admittance.
“Well. this i did not expect. One hoped but not expected. It was such a delight to meet you in the Catedral. Quite the unusual atmosphere. It made us both… wonder, I think.”
Again she reddened. A chance encounter, a bump as she had gazed upon an alter in the cathedral mosque that Cordoba is famous for had led to a conversation in which she rapidly felt herself spiralling down surrounded by God and depictions of power and gold in that strange dark, musty tomb.
“You, er, promised me a drink?” she managed.
“Indeed. I pornolar remember promising much more than that.”
This time her breasts flushed with heat as well as her face.
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Time simultaneously stood still and sped up as they shared jerez and olives and cheese. Him talking animatedly about everything and her demurely responding.
“You seem distracted, Roaeanne. A statement. not a question. “And yet here you are, with me, in the dark blue outfit I suggested.”
A pause, as he returned with another drink to hand to her, his hand laying on her shoulder.
“Yes. Here i am.”
His eyes burning down her top. Leaning down, he kissed her. Tongue exploring her mouth unexpectedly, tasting of jerez, a feeling of submission simply as he kissed her as he wanted. No testing and teasing. Direct ownershio from the off.
She couldnt help a small moan.
“You are a beautiful woman, Roseanne.” Another statement.
He kneeled beside her chair, hand on her thigh, admiring her.
In the catedral he has suggested she should wear blue lace. “You are one to be wrapped and unwrapped, my sweet” he had said. She had scoured the shops, eventually finding a blue summer lacy dress that she paired with a black nightdress and black lingerie. Long brown hair tousled just-so, she had felt confident as she had departed her hotel earlier.
Feeling his admiration now, she knew she had nailed it. She breathed. heavy sigh if release, heavy 36C breasts rising and falling.
Another kiss and his hand interrwined with her own. He stood, gently pulling her to her feet. He stepoed back, admiring, his smile broad.
“Your curves entrance me. You are a siren.” His hands heavy in her hips as he pulls her to him and they kiss and kiss and kiss. She cannot help but grind her hips against his, his hands firmly cupping her butt, her mature womanly body fast becoming putty in his hands.
“You make me feel like a siren. I cannot explain it.” she whispers as his lips tease behind her ear.
Her hands move across his chest, between the buttons of his white shirt, feeling his lean, hairy chest. His hand on the back of her bare thigh, kissing her xhamster neck and shoulder.
“Remove my shirt.”
She wastes no time. Undoing each button in turn, hand sliding down his chest again. Pulling the shirt out and then sliding it over his shoulders to the floor. Nibbling his shoulder, she spies a small scar. Looking him in the eyes as they kiss again and she melts and her hand is on his fly and soon he is in only tight black boxer briefs with a bulge.
Smiling, it is now his turn to unwrap. Lifting the dress over her head, her arms lifting up and then he lays it carefully over the back of a chair. He steps towards her and ducks his head, his eager lips kissing her breasts and cleavage, his hand cupping and lifting her.
“This must come off too.” he smiles and lifts her black nightie off in one fell swoop.
Now she feels a little exposed, in her bra and knickers, more lace underwired. She has no need for padding. He glances towards the door as he pulls her close.
“It is the perfect moment.” he says.
Before she can question him, he leads her outside into a courtyard. Looking up she sees 2, no, 3 levels, white balconies and dark wood windows and a small opening onto a powerful pinky orange sky. Flowers blossom in the dusk and the air heavy with lavender.
“All this is yours?” she asks.
“All this is ours, tonight.” he responds evasively, sweeping her to him again with another embrace.
She moans and kisses back hard, their mostly naked bodies close together, the air electric. His fingers find a nipple and she is instantly hard, bursting against the thin lace. His tongue snaking in her mouth, his hand insistent on her breast, her hair coming loose as the passion builds.
She looks upward at the deep orange sky as his mouth find her breast again and he pulls her bra out the way and her nipple is engulfed by the warm wetness of his mouth.
“Yes. Oh God, Yes.” she manages as he starts sucking her flesh hard and pointed, deep into his mouth. His hand releases the bra behind her and it falls away, exposing her other breast and soon that, too, is subjected to his hunger, his hands heavy in her ass.
She is japon porno still gazing skyward, only dimly aware of the darkening sky as clouds move over the little window of their world. She sees the balconies and twisting shoots and flowers and feels his teeth and lips and tongue working her aching breasts, full with deepseated passion for lust and need.
The sky now grey and dark and orange and pink all at once.
He slowly kneels onto the tiled floor, his hands sliding her knickers down as he does so, kissing down her tummy as he looks up at her exposed as she stares into space. Her breasts heaving as she enjoys his ministrations, and then a gasp as his tongue finds her hard clit hidden in the soft folds, a light surprised gasp becoming more and deeper as he concentrates on licking her clit over and over… as the rain starts falling.
Light at first, warm spring rain landing on her bare breasts, on his bare shoulders, his face between her thighs. Then a sudden crack of thunder and it starts pouring heavily, her hair stuck to her face in no time, and yet he is still tasting and licking and her hips involuntarily moving as she moans and rain water runs between her tits and over her tummy and into his mouth.
Another crack of thunder and she grabs his hair and pulls him close to her slick pussy, she desperate and urgent and hungry and craving the feel of a man eating her alive as if his life depended on it.
Rain splashing all round them, a cacophony of liquid vital and energetic music accompanying their rising lust. He never misses a beat as he keeps working her clit with his tongue, sliding inside her and out, rubbing that hard wet soft place.
He reaches behind her and places his palm firmly against her bum, pulling her in place. His other hand reaching upwards and taking a nipple, it hardening steadily as he pulls and his tongue licks and licks and she raises her face to the storm and howls into the evening as her hips spasm on his face and she rides the wave over and over into oblivion.
Afterward, she finds herself sitting in his lap, arms and legs around him, as water trickles down the gaps between them. Gentle trickles and burbles all around them, his cock a gentle reminder against her mons. The shower easing off, her breath gradually returning to normal.
“You needed that.”
“More than I realised. More than I could admit. More than I knew.”
“I don’t think the evening is done with us yet.”
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