Sea Nymph On The Costa Brava

My name is Jon, on a well-deserved break from work following a conference and consulting gig in Barcelona. I'm from the states, management consulting is what I do. Barcelona is a wonderful place to visit, but the conference was very demanding and fast-paced, with presentations, panel discussions, and client dinners. Rather than fly back immediately, I decided to stay for a bit, away from the hustle of the big city. As I've always like Dali's art, I found a cottage in Portlligat near Dali's home museum. High speed rail and rental car got me to a lovely, private lodging overlooking the Mediterranean. I settled in and mostly just lounged on the deck the

first evening, savoring a local wine from Mas Llunes. I'm in my early forties, in good shape, 6'1", slender, muscular but not buff. Green eyes, light brown hair with just a few gray strands so far, high cheekbones.

The hosts of the cottage left plenty of information on 'what to do' nearby, but I stayed simple and toured the Dali house the first morning. It's a lovely white stucco villa on the water, with views of the rock formations in the sea that he featured in a number of his surreal pieces. After such an indoor intensive time in Barcelona, I needed sun and outdoors. After a light lunch at a nearby café, I found a place on the water that rents kayaks and got one for the afternoon. I packed a small cooler and a few waters, towels, and sunscreen, then paddled north along the rocky coast in clear aquamarine water. The gentle seas made for easy paddling, and I made my way north for about forty minutes before spotting a small cove. I landed, beached the kayak and spread out my towel to lie on. There were sandy spots scattered around the stony beach. As I settled in, I noticed another towel and a beach bag about 30 feet away, but no one was home.

I lathered my chest and legs with sunscreen, then decided to drop my swim trunks, as after all I was in Spain. I had learned that nude beaches were the norm here, not the exception. Next was the sunscreen for the naughty bits, and the slick lotion felt good on my balls and cock. I propped my head using the life vest as a pillow and enjoyed the view of bright blue skies and sparkling sea.

Soon, I notice this tube gliding through the water, and a wake behind. Oh, a snorkeler, that must be who has the other towel. A head then pops up, mask and a short black bob hairstyle. A woman stands in the waist deep water, and Oh!Oh! this is like Ursula Andress coming ashore in Dr. No, which I watched many times as a horny kid on a VHS tape. The snorkeler pulls off her mask then crouches to remove the fins. But no Ursula bikini, she strides towards the shore in a shoulder to thigh mesh coverup, covering up ... nothing. Beneath the mesh are high, pert, cupcake sized boobs, nipples poking through the mesh, and below, a shaved pussy. She's beautiful but not exactly gorgeous, a bit of a pug nose, hips just a smidge wide. Full lips that look equally capable of a boisterous laugh or a pout. But oh my God, erotic.

As she reaches the beach, I offer, "Buenos tardes, senorita."

She looks over, smiles, and says, "Bon jour, monsieur"

"Oh, you're not from Spain, either" I deduce brilliantly.

"No", she says in English with a French lilt, "we must both be tourists ... I'm from Marseille."

"Bon jour, I'm from Virginia, U.S.," I reply.

She shakes her head, flicking water from her hair, and fishes a brush from her bag and combs out. As she pulls the mesh coverup over her head, she yells "Aie, aie, merde!" Her head stays in the inside-out mesh, which hasn't gone past her chest. "Ouch!"

"What's the matter, can I help?" completely baffled.

"Oh yes, please, come help me, I'm stuck"

She looks at me, dark eyes peeking through the mesh, then she looks down. I follow her eyes and see a nipple piercing on her right breast, stuck in a mesh triangle. "May I?" I ask and she nods vigorously. So, I've met her about a minute ago, and I'm already touching a nipple. I untangle the mesh and free the nip stud. I then gently lift the coverup, freeing her from the netting. A fresh catch from the ocean.

"Oh, merci, merci, that hurt so bad," she says, and sits on her towel. "I am Elise. Now that we've met, please bring your towel over."

"I am Jon, and I'm happy to sit near you," I reply. As I turn for my gear, I remember that I'm naked. Maybe because of the sudden drama, I am thankfully not erect. I lay my towel next to hers and sit parallel to her. She dries off, starting with her legs and moves finally to her hair. Crouching forward, she then rubs sunscreen from thighs to feet. From the side, her boobs are mostly hidden.

"Would you please get my back?" she asks, handing me the tube.

"Of course," I answer. I dollop the cream in my palm and lather her from waist to neck. She is quite tan all over, as far down her rear as I can see. As I'm wondering if this is the view for the day, she lays down, revealing her small breasts with erect pink nipples, a post stud through each. She takes a palm of lotion and rubs briskly over breasts and trunk. She makes a quick pass across her groin, and a final down-to-up on her labia. Oh my! She glances over at me, lily white where my trunks would go.

"You should be careful, coup de soleil, oh, sunburn, is very painful on new skin. I think you Americans don't go naked on your beaches."

"Thank you, I put sunscreen on while you were snorkeling. What did you see down there?"

"Oh, many pretty fishes, starfish, and sea urchins."

Then, we visit. She is in graduate school studying nutrition. I tell her about consulting and how Spanish companies are different from American. But I keep it short, very boring unless you are making your living doing this. I figure she is about 27. Never married and a breakup about a year ago from her most serious boyfriend. I'm about six years divorced, on friendly terms, no kids, nobody serious in my life now.

After a pause, she glances at me. "Mon sein, my booby, it hurt so bad. Merci again."

"Oh, I was glad to help you, is it better now?"

"Just a little tender, merci." She brushes gently at the right nipple and piercing.

OK, I've been dying to head the conversation this way, and now I can. "Did it hurt when you got them pierced?"

"Oh, it wasn't bad, they used a little anesthesique. Down here it hurt a little more." She reaches down, and to my amazement, she raises the head of her clit, lifted by thumb and forefinger on either side of a post piercing. "I was sore for a while and had to be very careful. Do you have any piercings?"

"Oh, no" I answer, "Never considered it."

"Yes, usually men only ears, not so much elsewhere."

We chat more. She is on holiday break from school. She has on older brother. Expects to work in a hospital for a while after graduation, then for a wellness clinic. I'm here for another five days. Such a wonderful break from big cities and my work. Olive tree groves all over, growing wild.

"I need to go," she says kind of abruptly.

"Oh, sure, I was enjoying our visit," I add. I don't think I said anything offensive?

"Oh no, I need to go pee pee. Can you look out for me?"

She stands, brushes sand from her thighs. I look out to the sea. "Silly, not to look out for the ocean, there's no one there. Look out for the path down from the road." I see for the first time a path coming down the hillside, then turn that way.

"There's no one coming down the path, you're ok," I reassure. Elise walks towards a large boulder to the left of the path, her browned rear jiggling a bit with each stride. "You're still ok."

I expect her to duck behind the boulder, but instead she turns to face me. She looks skyward, as if not to see me. She squats and puts two fingers astride her labia and parts her lush pink lips. After a few halting dribbles, she sends a stream of pee that splashes a foot in front of her. When the stream ends, she gives her labia a little shake with her fingers, walks past me to calf deep water. She squats again, and takes a scoop of seawater to splash her pussy, which I'm now seeing in rear view.

No surprise, I now have a raging boner. I grab my spare towel and drape it over me so my cock now is pointing forward under the towel and not straight up. Elise walks back, sits, dries her snatch with her towel, and glances at me. "I just want to make sure I don't get too much sun," I haltingly explain. We visit for a while, and she recommends sites to see nearby, an evening sailing charter to watch the sunset, and other touristy things.

"Now I do have to go bye-bye. You are a gentleman, you do not try to take advantage of me. Oh, but are you gay?"

"No, no, not gay, but I try to be a gentleman. I'm having dinner at El Rebost tonight, would you like to join me?" I ask.

"Yes, thank you, I'm staying quite near there. Is 9 pm ok?"

"Great, I'll meet you there at 9." Elise retrieves a pair of jean shorts and a t shirt, and quickly dresses. "Looking forward to dinner," I say, as she gathers her towel and beach bag overflowing with snorkel gear. She walks up the path to the road, where I'm guessing she has a car, and turns back with a last brief smile.

Well, what an afternoon. My erection gradually subsides, but I keep visualizing her sweet, bare pussy. I think the excitement is over for this outing. Gathering the gear in the kayak, I take a leisurely paddle back to the marina. After a ten minute walk back to my cottage, I take a refreshing shower and lay down for a bit of a rest. My head swims with visions of this sexy woman, bronzed all over, lovely body to admire. My fingers remember stroking sunscreen down her back, oh, how did I restrain myself!

I'll assume you are not interested in the details of getting ready for the evening, but I choose a light blue linen shirt, jeans, and sandals. It's a peaceful walk to the café during the last minutes of sunset, pink clouds in dimming blue skies over the Mediterranean. At El Rebost, I ask for outside seating, and am shown to a table for two, candle already lit. "Please show Elise to the table when she arrives," I ask.

"But of course, and can a recommend a local wine? White or red?"

"White, gracias. And still water."

Soon I see Elise following the waiter across the patio, who is bringing wine, water, and glasses. I rise to give her a hug and brief kiss on the cheek, and catch a faint, briny, musky scent behind her ear. A perfume I don't know, but I love it, redolent of the ocean nearby. She is wearing a mid-thigh length white dress, ruffled collar and a nice décolletage. A multicolored sash around her waist, golden sandals.

After first sips of wine, we're ready to order appetizers, and I ask her to choose as she is closer to a local than I am. It's going to be garlic shrimp, on the menu as gambas al ajillo, and marinated anchovies, along with a baguette and olive oil. I learn more of her studies, where she has shopped nearby, and how she used to come here with her family as a youngster. I discover she loves American jazz and blues. I tell her to find the movie "Round Midnight" which is about black musicians escaping racism and playing in Paris clubs, starring wonderful real musicians like Dexter Gordon and Herbie Hancock.

The anchovies arrive first, steeped in vinegar and olive oil, sprinkled with parsley. Elise picks up an anchovy. "You must try it this way, lay on your tongue before you chew," she explains. She leans forwards, sticks her tongue out to show me what to do. Her blousy top billows out, revealing her lovely breasts again. But the piercing is different this time, now a stud with a jewel on either end and a dainty chain. I lean my head towards her, mouth open and tongue out, reluctantly shifting my gaze from her boobs to her eyes (though they are quite lovely also). I take the anchovy on my tongue and savor the complex flavors.

"That is wonderful," I exclaim. "Now for you." I pick up an anchovy, gesture for her to lean forward and open up. As she leans, the breasts of course peek out again. I wonder if we could eat the entire meal this way, with a nip slip with each bite. "I couldn't help notice, your piercings are different tonight."

"Of course, this is evening wear, today was for the beach." Well, that makes perfect sense.

Soon we've finished the first bottle of wine and order another. Grilled octopus for me, grilled sea bass for her. I encourage sharing bites back and forth so I can keep getting boob views. Our waiter brings a mango gelato for dessert, and Elise takes a first scoop with an index finger and offers it to my mouth, and I take a lingering lick. Ah, so it's a good thing to be a gentleman on the beach.

Dessert goes quickly and I take care of the check. "Would you like a brandy, my apartment is close?" she asks. But of course! We walk along the paved waterfront, a half moon and streaky clouds in a clear sky. Ten minutes or so later, we come to a stone building, maybe four apartments. Through a common front door, we take a steep stairway to the right. Two steps behind her, I admire her ass wiggling, and get a peek of a white lacy thong. Elise reaches the door, and jiggles the key in the lock. "It's a little tricky, can you help?" she asks. I move behind her, reach around to take the key. As the lock opens, she subtly moves her ass against me. We enter a simple apartment, decorated with wonderful photos of the coast on the walls. After lighting a candle and placing it on the coffee table, she retrieves two glasses and a bottle of brandy and joins me on a soft sofa. I pour a snifter for each of us, we clink glasses, and take a warm sip. She scootches a bit closer, so we are thigh to thigh. As she turns her head to me, I hold her behind her head and brush my lips lightly against hers, savoring the aromatic brandy. Elise opens her mouth, and I feel a warm tongue lick the brandy from my lips. I part my lips, and our tongues join. Soon I am pressing a palm onto her left breast, and feel the stud and slight chain atop her wonderful firm breast. I then lightly grasp the stud between thumb and forefinger and feel her nipple respond. She sighs and moves a hand up and down my thigh. I move to the other breast and find that nipple equally responsive. Elise shrugs a shoulder down, and bares her left breast. I reach in and plant a soft kiss, then gently mouth the nipple and piercing. Each tug on the stud and chain is immediately followed by a throaty sigh. I move upwards, kiss the side of her face, then her ear. There's that warm scent again.

"What's your perfume, it's lovely?" I ask.

"It's special to me only," she answers. She reaches for my right hand, extends my index finger, and guides it under her dress, moves her thong to the side, and gives it a quick swipe up her labia. She withdraws the finger (Oh, not yet!, I think), then reaches for a petite bottle on the table and drops one drop on my moist finger. Elise then brushes my finger behind her ear and pulls me in for a whiff, then wipes the finger across my upper lip and under my nose. She holds the small bottle in front of me. "The real name is "Etoile" but I call it 'le minou', my pussy".

As I savor this lovely, musky smell, I reach back under her dress, stroke her upper thigh, and find her clit hardware under the thong. I massage the piercing through the thin fabric with a thumb and feel her pushing her hips to intensify the motion. A creamy wetness seeps through the thong, and her breathing quickly intensifies. "Oui, oui, merde, yes, yes," she hisses and convulses in a sharp orgasm. I pull her to me, nuzzle my nose behind her ear, and inhale her cunty goodness as she quiets her breath and slumps into me. "These must go," she demands and pulls on my trousers. I unzip, and she helps me pull the jeans past my ankles, then off. She pulls my boxers down enough to grasp my penis which is now rock hard. I tug her dress upwards, and she lifts her arms to clear. I throw the dress to the side, and she follows with her thong. I can now see a gold ring through the hood of her clit.

"Your piercings are amazing," I whisper, as I gently tug on the ring.

"You seem to like these," she answers. "I think you will like this." She reaches for a small jewelry box on the table, opens it to show four or five sets of piercing jewelry. She holds up two simple studs. "These are from today." I recognize the (lucky for me) gear that tangled in her mesh coverup. She then removes a silky ribbon in the shape of a 'Y'. "Watch what this is for."

I nod my head enthusiastically. She deftly ties a simple overhand knot to each of the chain loops dangling from her nipples, then threads the long end through the clit ring. She then lies back, rests her head on the arm of the sofa, and raises her knees, planting a foot on either side of the cushion. "Watch what I do, then you." Elise gently tugs on the loose end of the ribbon, and each nipple twitches downward and her clit moves up, in tandem. She gives an immediate gasp, pleasure with just a hint of pain? She then hands me the ribbon. "Gently, gently," she cautions.

I am transfixed, watching her naughty bits move in synch as I give the ribbon short little pulls. A bit of cream oozes from her cunt, and she gathers a smear, and wipes up, leaving her pulsing clit glittering softly in the candlelight. She raises the same finger to my lips and I savor her sweet juices. I move to kneeling and pivot her hips towards me. Continuing my gently tugs, I move my face between those tan thighs and again inhale her intimate odor. I move the tip of my tongue to her opening and lap at the viscous pudding now seeping towards her rosebud. I lightly lick up and down. I pause at her clit, and now use the ribbon to gently tweak her erect button up and down across my stationary tongue.

"Kneel for me," she commands, and I rise up, genuflecting to this marvelous cunt. She reaches for my stiff member, and gently wraps the ribbon around the base. "Now use your cock to pull." She places a leg on each shoulder and opens her thighs wide. I wet the tip in her juices and begin to stroke my purple head from vagina to clitoris, up and down. With each stroke, her breasts twitch downwards and her clit perks up. I am now adding precum to the soup between her legs. "A little harder," she hisses, and I happily comply. Her exhales turn into grunts, and it's clear that she is right on the edge of 'too much'. Meantime, my swollen dick is gliding up and down her swampy snatch, and the spread thighs and ascending clit gape her sweet hole. I spend more time placing the tip inside her, then flicking upwards between her swollen labia, feeling the clit ring and gooey ribbon on the sensitive underside of my crown and shaft. As I place the tip in her again, she screams, "Now, oh merde!"

She then wraps both legs around my waist and pulls me into her. Her pussy is velvety smooth, warm and tight. I feel myself begin to crest and thrust urgently, back and forth, balls slapping against her asshole. Her neck and upper chest flush to violet, she leans her head back and wails, "Oh, yes, oui, oui, fuck me!" I am now grunting in synch with her scream, my ass and back tingle as I shoot spurts of cum inside her, and I feel a wet gush blast from her cunt. Our juices lather her thighs and mine as I pull out.

Elise leans her head back and wipes a forearm across her brow in a post-orgasm swoon. "Take off the ribbon, please, it's too much now," she asks. I gently slide the ribbon from the clit ring and untie the little knots at her nipples. She tenderly covers her breasts with one arm and cups her pussy with the other. Her breath begins to settle. "You see now why I'm pierced?"

"Oh my god yes, that was amazing," I answer. I look down and see the front of the sofa splashed with our juices. If she is renting, will she need to buy the owners a new one?

She breaks a big grin and nods downwards. "One more is in there, but you must be careful, my clit is so tender. But you also must lick your cum from me." Well this is a new one, but hey, I'm game. She moves her ass again to the edge of the sofa and spreads her thighs, feet on the floor. I kiss each thigh, alternating sides as I move upwards. I soon reach our bouillabaisse of juices and lap upwards with my tongue. I first reach her swollen crimson lips and lick up each side. As I near her clit, she pushes my head down just a bit. "Not my clit, lower." I move my tongue to the bottom edge of her vagina and begin to slurp this rich stew of cunt cream, squirt, and my semen, a complex whirl of tastes and smells. Who would have known?