On the following Saturday, I called in at the supermarket near my apartment to buy the things I needed. I'd decided to cook something simple that could be kept warm and served when required, spaghetti bolognese for the main course with mackerel in white wine as a starter, followed by cheese. I also bought some fruit, another bottle of Glen Morangie, some cognac and two bottles of MoΓ«t et Chandon champagne, one for before the meal and the other later.
When I got back home, I started cooking immediately and had the sauce ready by seven. I then prepared the mackerel on two plates which I put in the fridge, and set the table for two with a candle in the top of an old wine bottle, and put some flowers I'd also bought at the side of the table for scent and atmosphere. I then went to relax in a hot bath, and thought what she could be bringing to surprise me.
The cooling water woke me, and I quickly showered before brushing my teeth, shaving and liberally sprinkling aftershave all over. By the time I'd dressed, it was just after eight-thirty, so I filled a bowl with ice cubes, took a bottle of champagne from the fridge and set it on the coffee table with two glasses. I decided not to open the champagne, just in case she was late and it went flat. So I sat down and started to read the latest edition of Spanish Penthouse that I'd also got from the supermarket.
Just before nine, there was a soft knock at the door. I jumped up, put the magazine on the coffee table and went to let her in. There was Esmeralda, holding two bottles of wine, and next to her was another gorgeous girl who, from the mane of red hair, I recognised to be Pilar.
Esmeralda laughed at the look on my face and made the formal introductions. Instead of accepting the hand that I held out to her, Pilar stepped forward, kissed me on both cheeks and said, in English, that she was pleased to meet me at last after hearing so much about me from Esmeralda.
With that she gave me a bottle of Spanish champagne that I hadn't notice and walked into the flat. Esmeralda gave me a proper kiss, and asked if I liked my surprise. When I said that Pilar was lovely, Esmeralda hugged me and we walked arm in arm into the apartment.
Having taken their coats, opened the champagne and poured them each a glass, I had to get another for myself. While I was in the kitchen, I put the new bottle of champagne in the fridge. Esmeralda came in and said that the table looked lovely and gave me a kiss for the flowers. She then opened a drawer and took out a third set of cutlery, and another wine glass from the cupboard.
I went back into the living room, poured myself a glass of champagne and sat in the easy chair opposite these two stunning girls who were on the settee. Esmeralda was wearing the same outfit as when I first met her, and Pilar was wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned tantalisingly low, a long black skirt with buttons up the front, and boots. We spoke about general things for a few minutes until I asked Pilar if she had been working long at the bar. She said that she didn't actually work there, but just did the occasional threesome when Esmeralda asked her, and Esmeralda said that she only asked her to go with her for special clients.
I decided that, rather than continue along this line, we should eat, so I refilled their drinks and went into the kitchen. I took the starters from the fridge and split the two plates into three, put the bolognese sauce on to warm up and started the water for the spaghetti. We decided to finish the first bottle of champagne with the starter and sat at the table.
Typical students I thought, they ate as though this was the first meal for a week. I served the main course which we ate with fresh crusty bread and a bottle of cariΓ±ena that Esmeralda had brought with her. The second bottle was almost empty by the time we'd finished the cheese, and we all had a mellow glow. The girls cleared away and filled the dish-washer while I made coffee.
When I took it in to them, Esmeralda was sitting on one end of the settee, with Pilar in the middle. I poured the last of the champagne and asked if I should get another out of the fridge. No, not yet, Esmeralda said, come and sit here. I sat next to Pilar, and Esmeralda raised her glass in a toast. To us she said, all three of us replied Pilar in English, as we downed the last of our glasses.
Esmeralda leaned across, put one hand behind my head and kissed me while Pilar put her arms around both of us. I could taste the champagne on Esmeralda's tongue as she rolled it round my mouth, and I reached across to feel her breasts through her clothes. I felt her nipples hardening, and she put her hand over mine and squeezed. Then she took my hand from her breast and placed it on Pilar's breast who, by this time, was nuzzling against the side of our faces. Esmeralda then used the hand at the back of my head to remove my mouth from hers and slowly turn me towards Pilar's waiting lips.
This was a dream come true, all my life I'd fantasised about a situation like this. It had even entered into love making sessions with my wife, Yvette when we'd increased our passion by talking about it, but we'd never taken the crucial step towards actually doing anything about it. And while in Madrid, many were the times I'd wanked while reading or watching videos about such events.
Esmeralda now put her tongue in my ear as Pilar sucked my tongue deep into her mouth, then forced her own back into mine. I slipped my hand inside Pilar's blouse and bra to find her hard nipple, and she moaned as I rolled and squeezed it. Esmeralda began undoing the buttons down the front of Pilar's blouse, pulled it out of her skirt and slipped it off her shoulders. I moved my lips down to Pilar's neck and, as I started kissing the tops of her swelling breasts, saw that Esmeralda had now started to open the buttons of Pilar's skirt.
I continued kissing down to Pilar's belly then, getting off the settee and kneeling between her open thighs, kissed lower until my tongue was tasting her wetness through her filmy panties while Pilar held my head so that she could rub herself against me. I saw that Esmeralda had removed Pilar's bra. She had good tits, larger than Esmeralda's, and my hands went to them, rolling and squeezing them together.