Dear Reader,
Having stuck with the story this far, you will realise this a tale with characters. It's not only about horny situations. In this chapter we get some more character detail which is needed to get the context for what will happen as the tale unfolds. I hope you will enjoy and I also hope to publish the unfolding plot as fast as I can for you!
Do read on...
So, this was how our relationship started. It just evolved. We knew we were excited by each other and that we felt very, very easy in each other's company.
Sandy's work at the bar meant her hours were for the most part out of line with mine. I was up early teasing and tempting my men -- I much prefer the early morning horny guys than the late-night drunks. I'm then to bed early; in contrast she is up late and to bed late.
So, in truth we only saw each other when she had a day off; on those precious occasions we always made sure we devoted a lot of time to simply being intimate with each other. And we would talk. In between bouts of delicious lovemaking, we would just chat about ourselves. It was easy, effortless.
It was on one such occasion Sandy said she wanted to be a bit more open about her circumstances. She was going to tell me more about her story. We lay in bed and I stroked inside her thigh as she began to talk.
She explained that she had come to Spain many years ago with her boyfriend of the time. They soon split up and she was left with a decision as to what to do. She wanted to stay as Spain had so much to offer.
An old friend was working in Madrid and they decided to meet up for a long weekend. Over a long boozy dinner, it came out that the friend was in fact a high-class escort and suggested to Sandy that she might try it. The agency was very exclusive - they were very careful to have clients who, as well as being wealthy, had been checked out as being reliable and safe.
So Sandy embarked on a journey as a classy hooker. At first, she was obviously nervous, but the security and screening of the agency was very good and she found that for the most part the clients were charming and courteous. To her delight, it turned out to be an excellent way to make good money.
And then she had one client -- Lorenzo - who liked her a lot; in fact, he liked her so much that he did not want to see other girls, just her. He was financially generous, to the extent that she did not need to have other clients. He simply insisted that she would always come to him when he wanted her. He had an apartment in Madrid which was where he worked, his family home was on the coast.
He insisted the whole thing had to be totally discreet. He could not risk it being out in the open. As she would discover, it was not unusual for men of his status in society to have their mistresses, but a blind eye was turned so long as it was all done discreetly.
At first it was novel and fun and she enjoyed being with him. In fact, she felt rather honoured that his man seemed to find her so special. She knew men found her attractive and she was used to male attention, but this was developing into something a bit different. He seemed to be addicted to her. He was not exactly possessive, but as time went by, she felt her freedom was being slowly eroded and it worried her she was becoming trapped into a financially dependent relationship. She had always been her own woman and the role of "kept woman" was not her style.
So, to bring things to a head, she decided to make him a proposition.
If he wanted her to be available to him the way he wanted, he needed to give her some freedom to lead her own life. She would not be his toy that he kept in the cupboard. She would commit to come to him and be with him when his schedule allowed him time, but outside of that she needed her space.
Her detailed proposition was in fact a bold one. She said he should buy a small business, like a café or a bar. It should be somewhere on the coast, but obviously away from his family. He would be a silent partner and she would be part owner. This would give her an independent life and income, but she could still visit him in Madrid when he wanted.
She was both surprised and delighted when he agreed. He did not take much convincing and was, to be honest, rather taken with her assertiveness. However, there was one condition. He wanted his cousin -- Francesco - to be involved. He wanted him to be the formal face of the enterprise. Sandy and Francesco would determine the style of the business. She would be involved with the day to day running of things whilst Francesco would deal with those things that needed an understanding of Spanish rules, regulations and how to deal with local authorities. It made sense; many Brits had tried to set up businesses in Spain only to find they got dragged down by all the red tape. Having Francesco as the face of the business would also be a good cover for Sandy.
And it was in fact Francesco that I had been introduced to on the very first day we met, but it was only now I realised how he fitted into things. I had just assumed he was the owner.
It had now been going on for many years and it had worked well. The cousin, Francesco, was grateful for the secure job and was very loyal. He never thought to question what Sandy got up to when spending her free time visiting "friends" in Madrid. Lorenzo's family thought he was doing Francesco a favour. They also assumed the English bar manager -- Sandy - had been chosen as so any of the customers were English speaking. It all just worked.
When they had first met, Lorenzo was a handsome, virile lover in his 40s and she was 30. He was now late 60s and she was mid 50s. The relationship still worked after all these years. In fact, if anything it had grown deeper and richer.
I was totally absorbed by her story. As she spoke I kept stroking her thigh and strayed up to her pussy lips, which to be honest is something I just do automatically anyway. But she then said something which stopped me in my tracks.
Sandy paused for a moment, then said there was something else to the relationship -- something that had grown as the years went by. To be honest, she had wondered right from the start why he was so obsessed with her, but it took some time for things to fully come out.
In essence, he was infatuated with her. There was something about the chemistry between them. He worshipped her. She was his Goddess. He needed to adore her like a true, powerful, erotic Goddess.
When she said this, she could see my mouth just fall wide open. The story had been pretty fascinating before this, but now it was plain mesmerising.
I stopped stroking her and said:
