Is the name of a region in southern Spain, bordering Gibraltar Straight and its approaches. From many places on its coastal line you may see the chains of mountains in Morocco, the light is magnificent and the air is embalmed. Nights are romantic and the breeze is warm.
I was there in Moger, a small town in the southwest of this region. I am an engineer and was working for a multinational company engaged in mining activities near the town. I was lodging in a small hotel down town in a typical andalucian building with the windows covered with forged grids, interior Arabic style patio. My room had a balcony facing west and had to its right another balcony pertaining to next room.
This story starts with me watching a magnificent sunset with an orgy of orange tones, reds, pinks, violets and blues tangled with beams from the diving sun into the hills in the horizon.
I was fully concentrated in contemplation, everything seemed to respect the solemnity of the moment, the town was silent, only some distant noises even made the silent deeper, the air was still. When the yellow disc fully disappeared I noticed a slight movement in my neighbor's balcony. I slowly turned my head and saw my neighbor. A delicious creature, caramel skin, Spanish eyes with spectacular eye lashes, big mouth with an exquisite pair of lips. Hairs tighten to her head, dressing with a sort of pale blue tunic with two narrow straps that framed perfect shoulders.
When I first turned my head I felt disturbed from the contemplation of the sunset but when that beauty got into my sight I forgot about sunsets, town and all. That woman had gained all my attention and I remained still and silent looking in ecstasy at the part of her body that the architecture of the building permitted me. I studied every detail. The breeze started and I tried to catch her scent on the air.
She must have felt my presence or my gaze because she turned her head towards me, I felt her eyes examining me and making an overall evaluation. She smiled at me showing two rows of teeth that put a hint of wilderness in her picture, she turned her torso slightly towards me displaying a wonderful cleavage, then she turned around and disappeared from my sight as I was trying to correspond to her smile.
I found that unfair and painful because she left with my insights with her and I remained with a frozen smile looking dumbly to where she stood some seconds ago.
I thought on peeping into her room but I found it inappropriate and that that would break the magic of those seconds we shared. I tried to recover and I sat down in the balcony, had a small brandy and continued to read a roman I had already started a couple of days ago. I could not concentrate on the reading, her image would come and go into my mind, the television would not help and after a while of continuous zapping I decided to go to bed and try to sleep. As the night was deliciously warm and a light breeze was blowing I turned the lights off and lied totally naked on the bed. My pubic hair was smoothly caressed by the breeze coming through the wide open door to the balcony. All the light in the bedroom came from the street lights and some other in the building in front of the hotel. From my position in the bed I could barely see the plants and the chairs and table seating in the dark of the balcony and I saw very clearly the upper façade of the building in front clearly framed by the curtains of my room.
I started to doze and the world around me started to vanish as I slipped towards a profound sleep. In this process I heard a strange noise like something rubbing on a wall, I half opened my eyes and looked at the balcony and couldn´t see a thing. I was reclosing my eyes when I saw a shadow jumping into my balcony. A burglar I thought, alarmed raising my torso with my elbows.
The shadow approached the door and shaped into a feminine silhouette with a negligee to mid thighs. She tiptoed towards the bed hesitating as she tried to adapt her eyes to the scarce light in the bedroom.
I watched her approaching to the bed and was going to say something when she put her finger on her lips in a clear sign of silence. She stood beside the bed staring straight to my eyes and smiling with humor at my astonishment. After a while, keeping her eyes in mine and her smile on her face her hands moved towards a lace close to her neck and pulled the ends. The negligee opened displaying the splendid central strip of her body. She remained eye to eye and a hand graciously on her hip while studying my reactions. I suppose she only saw astonishment. There I was motionless like tantalized by her, mouth slightly opened and incredulous. She smiled wider and with one of those movements that only natural born woman can do she pulled aside the straps on her shoulders and that negligee fell to the floor gifting me with the unspeakable beauty of that human female body.
The proportions were perfect, two strong and well-designed shoulders for long arms, beautiful perky tits with just the volume for that body, a flat belly between the perfect curbs of her hips, a memorable pubis, all supported by two long and sculpted legs.
My inferior jaw still fell although I managed to sit on the bed turning towards her with one leg extended and the other bent with my heel close to my crotch. She smiled wider noticing the effects she was producing on me. She moved, like floating to the edge of the bed, put a knee on top of it in between my legs and then the other. She stayed some seconds with my foot right under her crotch and then she moved ahead supporting herself with a hand on the bed to approach her mouth to mine. When I thought she was going to kiss me she stopped and said in Spanish: Soy Lola (I am Lola) and kissed me passionately.
She held my face between her hands caressing me while kissing with her pulpous lips. She then pushed me on my back and I could mumbled. Soy Steve (I am Steve).
