The Sale
One
Madison. Sounds posh, doesn't it? People always think I'm posh when they hear my name. When they hear me speak they still think I'm posh. I even look posh. Dark hair, big brown eyes and the Latin tones of my skin always had them thinking I was an Italian princess or something.
I actually came from a council estate in the East Midlands. There was nothing special about me that a fairly average job and a good eye for clothes didn't achieve. Yes, I spoke well, my body carried a business suit or a nice dress. And I was pretty, like my mum. But in actuality I was average. The same as everyone else. I'd been to a comprehensive school and worked in a solicitor's office answering the phone and maintaining client files.
But I did attract attention. And I was attracting it now. A girl called Hanna had taken a shine to me. I hadn't yet worked out how much of a shine. Was it friendly or was she looking for something more? I really wasn't sure.
I was generally a guy sort of girl in that I liked guys, but occasionally, just occasionally, I didn't mind a change. If the girl was right I could easily be persuaded I liked sexy. I liked cute and I did enjoy playing with a nice squidgy pair of tits as much as I liked sucking a ball bag. And I had to admit Hanna was piquing my interest.
I was between boyfriends. To be honest, I was always between boyfriends. Could you call a string of one-night stands boyfriends? I'd never had what you would call a steady one. And even stretching the concept I'd have to go back to my school days. No. My love life was a long list of hookups purely for the purpose of fucking. Mostly boys but also a few girls. Not through any real preference. It was just a matter of practicality. Most people were exclusive. There were more boys available than girls. I didn't have a deep need for emotional connection. I had a libido that needed satisfying. Beyond that, I was generally happy in my own company.
That's why I holidayed alone. I didn't have anyone permanent enough to plan my away time with. Not even mates. I didn't mind. There was always someone to hook up with on singles trips. Others like me who wanted a quick fuck before venturing out to see the sights.
Then of course there were the locals. Bar workers and waiters were always on the lookout for a pretty foreigner. I'd had a particularly nice weekend in Paris the previous year. The hotel waiter had been hot as fuck. And he'd had the key to the penthouse suite.
Yeah. Just like at home. When I needed my hole tickling, I could usually find someone who was amenable. I think that was how I was viewing Hanna. She wasn't a holidaymaker herself. She lived out here. But she could see I was temporarily available and I didn't doubt her leanings were towards her own gender. At least sufficiently that for a few days, she'd satisfy the ache expanding through my groin as I feasted my eyes on her perfect little face. She was cute. A petite blonde with a nicely proportioned body and fair skin that her skirt and skimpy top covered little of.
She was smaller than me. I had two or three extra inches in height and a more cuddly appearance. I wasn't fat by any measure. Just softer. And Hanna's, occasionally wandering hand that explored my knee under the table or brushed over my hip suggested she liked my curves.
What she did for a living I hadn't quite found out. Bar work, this and that, was all she'd said. Certainly, she had money for drinks. That was all needed to know. I wasn't the foolish tourist acting as a convenient cash cow. She was paying her share.
Hanna was American. That made her interesting in itself. She was one of those adventurous young women you see in the movies who'd go wandering off into danger in a tight tee shirt and panties to challenge the mad axe murderer all alone. The pretty blonde who looked great screaming, far braver than she was physically capable when it came to adventure. At least that's how I envisioned her. And the idea of making her scream was appealing. Just in a more pleasurable way.
Other than that, all I saw was her gorgeous slender legs in a tiny skirt and walking boots. The thought of having them wrapped around my neck while I enjoined the taste of her tight, juicy, pussy had me squirming in my seat.
She was also spontaneous. Leaping from one train of thought to another in an instant. A bundle of energy that seemed inexhaustible.
"Let's dance."
That came from nowhere. Until now happy to chat and lean back so that I found it hard not to stare at her tits swaying beneath the loose material of her top.
"Er, okay. Sure."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the centre of the colourful club. Billowing curtains that put colour to the lights shining down. The music was live, local, and played on unfamiliar instruments.
The smell of hash from pipes openly smoked at the tables filled the room and added to the mystique of the place. But right now, only this girl was in my thoughts as she moved seductively, pressing against me, rubbing her arse against my groin. My hands stayed modest, holding her hips or stroking bare arms while I worked out just how far she would go.
"I love this country. It's so laid back.
Have you been to see the vineyards?"
"Not yet. It's on my to-do list."
"You gotta. Miles and miles of rolling hills. Green like you'd never imagine.
And the Chateau is amazing. Free samples as well."
"Perhaps we could go together." I suggested getting a little more touchy-feely. I had my hands on her belly and arms as we moved. Gentle touches to entice her interest. What I wanted to do was feel those tits. They weren't massive or anything. But their movement as she danced was mesmerising.
Suddenly her arms were around my neck and she was staring into my eyes.
"Are you exclusive?"
I grinned.
"As in ...?"
"As in. Do you only do cock?"
Upfront and honest. I liked that.
"Why? Have you got one?"
She was laughing.
"I have a plastic one at home if it helps."
Hanna's face was so close I could have kissed her. It was a test. She was seeing if I'd back away. I didn't. Instead, I gave her a final confirmation. I paced my hand on her tit and squeezed it gently, delighting at how it deflected under my fingertips. Not too firm, not saggy. Just right. I tingled when she smiled. A moment later we kissed. A gentle smooch that lasted around thirty seconds or so.
"The music's crap." She said breaking away.
That was it. I knew. And she knew.
"Just a bit."
"Let's go for a walk. Somewhere less... public." She whispered.
I let her take my hand. Two days I'd been here. This was good. I was confident now that I had a partner for the night who would ease the primitive urges that churned my stomach. Perhaps someone for the two weeks.
We went outside into the warm night. Aside from the drifting music and the sound of voices from passing people, it was quiet. If I listened carefully I could pick out the sound of insects. Crickets or some such similar creatures chirping. There was also the occasional call of a bird that had settled for the night.
"I was worried I might be making a mistake." Hanna said still holding onto my hand.
"I thought you might be a cock worshipper. Not open to the alternatives."
We wandered along the front, past the noisy bars and clubs.
"I'm either. Whatever takes my fancy."
She swung my hand back and forth between us and grinned happily.
"I get that. I don't mind a good pounding. But I do have a preference for... pussy when it's available."
She stopped walking and big blue eyes locked onto mine. She was smiling. I wanted to kiss her sweet soft lips again.
"It's available." I said to be sure there was no doubt.
"No significant other lurking in the background? A boyfriend or girlfriend at home you're going to feel guilty about after?"
"No. No one. I'm a free agent. Everything you see is up for grabs."
Her eyes ran down my body with no attempt to hide the momentary look into my cleavage. I tingled with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning.
