My wife had to fly back to Chicago to see her mother, leaving me in this Spanish village alone. In winters, we had been renting an ancient, remodeled townhouse in a small Pueblo Blanco on the Mediterranean. We got to know several expats who had moved there mainly from Britain.
One of them, Elizabeth was an attractive single lady about ten years younger than me that had lived in Spain for over five years after her divorce. She was always beautifully dressed with immaculate hair and makeup. Her lipstick was always deep red and very sexy. She stood out in the circle of married friends. I loved to chat her up. I was intrigued because she was never with a man. Maybe, I thought, she likes women. No problem. It heightened her image as a woman of mystery.
One day, in the past, I said to her, "How can you be living alone? I must be living with a woman. I've been married three times. It's natural and a better way to live. You must get a man. You are very attractive. Go out there."
"There are not any really good men like you around." I never forgot that compliment. Weeks later, our expat group was having our normal Sunday brunch, Elizabeth was sitting beside me again.
"I heard your wife Ruth is out of town. You said you needed a woman around or you'd go crazy. How are you surviving?"
"Yes, very true, I'm going nuts without any female companionship. Why don't you come over and be a wife to me, make me dinner and stay the night?" I love to flirt for fun.
"Where will I sleep?" She said looking guiltily around and with a much lower voice.
"On the side of the bed closest to the washroom. I know you ladies get up often in the night." I whispered in jest, close to her ear,
"What time should I come over?" She bites her lip, looks around guiltily. She must have been thinking about being with me for a while to talk like this.
"How about seven."
"Okay, but never tell a soul."
"My lips are sealed."
My mind was leaping with joy, but I needed to keep the calm exterior. I kept up with small talk as my cock got semi-erect as I imagined her full red lips around it. My mind was in a tizzy the rest of the meal and after the group parted.
Later that special night.
I've been walking around my townhouse alternatively thinking, no way will she be coming, and the rest of time getting horny fantasizing about having sex with a new, attractive woman. I have a sense this lady is a real fox in bed and hungry for it after abstaining for so long. Finally, I hear a knock on the door. A surge of adrenaline hits me, and a shit-ass grin breaks out on my face.
She is here with a big smile and a covered pan of food, dressed beautifully, to please, with a gorgeous gold and deep green patterned dress with a plunging neckline and skirt that hugs her slim hips nicely. Her hair is perfect, and her makeup accentuates her gorgeous eyes and full lips. She has on a necklace and earrings of pearls and seashells that has a local Spanish cultural feel. Her legs have dark black nylons with gold high heels to match the dress. She looks delicious and I can feel my cock thicken as I realize she did this to impress me before we fuck like rabbits.
"You look incredible."
"Thanks."
I give her a Spanish-style kiss on the cheek as she blushes sweetly. She kisses me on the neck in a submissive way that sets a nice tone. She steps back.
"Show me to the kitchen, kind gentleman. I need to warm up this paella."
"Right this way. I love to see my women happy in the kitchen."
"I have an oven just like this." She says looking around. The paella will be ready in no time."
I check out her ass when she turns and adjusts the dials. Very fuckable. A feeling of calm, male, alpha sexuality fills me. She bends to put the dish in the oven and the satin material of her dress stretches across the crack of her ass. I envision her pussy under there. I love to see women bent over with their pussies in full view below. Hopefully she has a full bush. I love raking my fingers through a nice beaver. I insist my wife only trim hers. I adjust my thickening cock to a better angle before she turns towards me.
"I have your favorite white wine in the fridge. There you go, my secret is out. I've been watching you and admiring you. You are an amazing woman, Elizabeth."
"Oh, Keith, you are such a flirt. Don't stop it." We both laugh.
"Let's take it with a couple of glasses onto the balcony and look out at the Mediterranean while we chat."
"Good idea, but let's wait for the balcony until it's dark. I don't want anybody knowing I'm here and being naughty."
"I'm so glad, you decided to be naughty with me."
I put my hand on the back of her waist and pull her hips to mine. She looks up at me shyly and I dip my lips to hers. Her lips are soft, and she melts her body into mine. Her sigh and my animal groan mix perfectly.
"Let's go into the living room and get know each other better. The glasses are in that cupboard, and I'll get the wine." I point. "The sofa is good." We sit with her crossing her legs like a perfect lady. She puts the glasses on the coffee table. I open the wine and fill both glasses, proposing a toast. "Here's to the good life in Spain."
"To the good life."
