This story will make more sense if you've already read Olá. It contains a lot more role play, which can be a powerful aphrodisiac, but historical accuracy is often unimportant in moments of lust and passion!
All participants are over 18, in fact were late thirties at the time.
"Sir Galahad?"
The voice from behind had familiarity to it but who? Why? Where? It took a moment or two to dawn on me: last summer in a beach town here in Portugal!
The girl who had hailed me from the balcony of her holiday let. The girl who had invited me up because I had gin and she had tonic. The girl whose flat mate, Angie was it? was doing some serious duvet surfing with Mr Beach Bar in the next room which, for some inexplicable reason, contained her reserve supply of gin.
It had been a very memorable encounter and Jess and I had consumed a couple of G & Ts while getting to know each other and, I confess, I drank in her obvious assets as she went to fetch the glasses and then the refills.
The first thing I had noted about her was that her crop top hung free from the upper curves of her not inconsiderable chest, barely concealing it. However, being a self confessed bum man, the rear view was spectacular. The cut off denim shorts were only just decent, and the crease of her buttocks peeked out from below each leg. However the icing on the cake was when she sat on the low settee opposite me, the view up the legs of those ever so short shorts was most revealing. No knickers.
The combination of two very stiff gins, the none too well concealed charms of the girl sitting opposite me, with no knickers, not to mention the rather obvious mating sounds emanating from next door, was definitely having an effect on my libido.
Although I was quite enjoying the sound effects from Angie and Mr Beach Bar, and what man doesn't find the sounds of humans having recreational sex erotic, Jenna had persuaded me to go for a walk on the beach.
Our conversation and game of truth or dare got more and more intimate as the night wore on. She had labeled me as a perv for enjoying the sounds of Angie's bedroom antics and a 'post grad perv' for noticing she wasn't wearing any knickers.
The evening had taken a bolder turn with some spontaneous medieval role play, with me as Sir Galahad, for providing the gin, and her as a wench claiming, improbably enough, to be a maid.
How could I forget?
"Jenna? Jenna, the wench who ran out of gin?"
"The very same Sire," she intoned, slipping back into character for a second. I was glad to see she had retained the short almost boyish hairstyle, and was wearing a very similar crop top, under which her generous breasts were undulating delightfully, as she hurried down the steep cobbled path to catch up with me.
"What brings you back to Burgau?"
"Another holiday, but this time without the over libidinous Angie! What abut you?"
"I live here full time now. I fell in love with the place and, as I can work from anywhere with decent internet, this is that anywhere."
"Lucky old you!" As she slipped her arm into mine as if we were old friends just going to the beach.
We did some general catching up and were obviously enjoying each other's company so I ventured.
"Well wench, desirest thou to join me for the evening repast?"
"Still on with that medieval bit then?"
"As I recall, you started it by calling me Sir Galahad, for rescuing a maiden in distress for want of gin!"
"Indeed Sire, I did, and now every time I hear the word swive, I get the most delicious feeling in my lower belly."
"Ah yes, old English has its charms, swive is lest blunt than fuck but just as meaningful."
"In fact," she continued, " I haven't been able to watch a medieval play without getting shall we say, a little excited and have enjoyed learning some of their more playful sexual terms."
"Well I know just the place for dinner then. It's very traditional Portuguese food, set back from the coast, and is modelled on a castle."
"I think I'd like that."
Arrangements were made and when I collected her she looked stunning. She wore a sheerest of sheer patterned dresses, with an improbably long slash up one thigh. It was quite obvious that her breasts were still unencumbered by they way they undulated beneath the silky fabric, drawing attention to her prominent nipples.
We drove up the precipitous winding road into the hills. The restaurant didn't have a moat, or a draw bridge, but it did have stone walls and impressive crenelations.
"Is Sir Galahad sure this is a restaurant? It looks more like somewhere an old rué might bring a maiden for carnal pleasure!"
"'Tis in fact both. The restaurant serves the finest of victuals and if the wench were to be tempted to rest over, they have an assortment of comfortable chambers."
"So thou hast planned my seduction already. I feared Sire's plan might not end at the dinner table."
"Feared? Downfall? I mind myself of the time when the wench surrendered her virtue willingly, and I accepted her gift with gratitude."
"'Tis less than chivalrous for a knight to imply that I am a maiden of easy virtue."
"Methinks maiden to be too nice a term. Maiden suggests a girl who has not yet lain with a man. No, methinks wench is more appropriate. A wench with many fine attributes I'll allow, but a wench none the less."
We were greeted at the door by the Maitre, who showed us to the balcony and offered us an aperitif. This had a stunning outlook over the steep valley that eventually led to the ocean.
"What a view?"
"Fantastic, isn't it? And at this time of year you can just see the sun setting over the ocean to the right."
As she moved over to the edge of the balcony, I stood behind her drinking in the aroma of her perfume. Not only were her breasts unencumbered, but the long split up her skirt, and the absence of a visible panty line, hinted that, apart from her shoes, the dress was all she wore.
The temptation to place my hands on her haunches was almost irresistible, to feel the yielding flesh through the thin material, and to confirm my suspicions. Why was knowing so important? The thought that all that stands between me and the voluptuous, totally naked Jenna, was that one slip of fabric, was beyond erotic.
"So what is the interesting décor of these rooms then?"
"You'll see after dinner."
"That's a bit bloody presumptuous!"
"No, no you misunderstand. Rui says he will show us round, he's very proud of his themed rooms, but he's busy at the moment."
"Ooops!"
The conversation continued along the medieval line.
"For instance, a maid wearing her hair long is alleged to have been a sign of availability, and a man commenting on a wench's 'fine neck' had little to do with her neck. In modern parlance it meant great tits."
"How on earth do you know this level of trivia?"
Eventually I revealed that I was a member of an Arthurian society, which was slightly ironic as she had first hailed me as Sir Galahad a year or so ago.
"It is even more ironic as Sir Galahad was one of the only knights pure enough to see the Holy Grail."
At this she almost choked on her aperitif.
