Nov 2007.
Lena and I got to meet through Internet a bit more than a year ago. For the records we live in a beautiful city in Ukraine. She is 22 years old. I am 33. As we started chatting, it seemed to me that a woman with hot fantasies could only be a gift for any man.
My shock started when we manage to see each other. Even though she does not consider it, in the west, Lena could be a model by all standards. She has amazing legs, very shapely. She is rather tall at 1.72, has long dark hair, dark brown eyes and very beautiful breasts. Her legs are simply amazing. She has a great smile and a wonderful face. She is not at a party girl. She is shy but after she breaks her shyness she is a tourbillion of passion and sensuality.
We met for some time, played and developed lots of fantasies and I must confess that I did not find ever a woman like her in bed. Among our fantasies were putting some other people with us. Particularly at the same time that we started talking a black guy was requesting her for a date. We joked about it but this became a part of our common fantasies and played with it before actually meeting. I would get jealous at the time of actually thinking of giving the step forward to meet other men it but I always had absolutely clear that she was with me and without me such a thing would not happen. A rare total match in bed and in life, Full lovers complicity developed.
As the story grew strong we decided to go for a trip. She wanted to go to Prague but somehow we chose Spain since I had to attend some friend's party and wanted to show off in front of our guys with such astonishing Ukrainian beauty I had.
We travelled to Barcelona to attend the house warming party of those friends. So rather than spend the entire weekend in Barcelona, we decided to just go for the day since we wanted to spend most time at the sea side.
The drive is just over two hours and we got to the party a bit early. We hung out for most of the afternoon by the pool, drinking. My girlfriend is one of those types that do not drink regularly but when she is away from the house, she can really become fun. By the end of the afternoon, she was slightly drunk and flirty. Some time later I had to pull her away from the party in order to start the drive back home.
About an hour in the trip, the engine light came on in my car. It also seemed to be having trouble accelerating. By this time, we were out of Barcelona, The area we were intended to look a bit depressed, and I was hoping to keep going. The thermostat in the car was also showing that the engine was heating up.
At this point, Lena and I started considering the situation. I admit that I am not the most knowledgeable about cars and engine problems. Additionally to this inconvenience she had to use the restroom urgently.
The decision was kind of made for me. The car now was having difficulty even doing 50 Km per hour on the road. At the next exit, I pulled off and started to head down the road looking for a Bar or gas station where she could use the restroom and we could look at the car.
In Spain every single exit nowadays has a dozen stores built up right around the exit, but not here. There were some old stores, but mostly it was just a few abandoned homes and grass fields. I figured if I kept going in the direction we would soon find a place.
About two Km down the road, I saw a store and got into the parking lot. The windows were basically covered up with posters and had security bars. I parked near the front and my girlfriend ran in to use the restroom. I opened the hood to see if could figure out what the issue was. While I was standing over the engine, another car entered the store parking lot and parked around the side and towards the rear. Three black guys got out and started walking around to the front of the store.
As they were opening the door to go in, my girlfriend was coming out. They immediately started making comments about how ~fine~ she was looking not realizing she was with me. One said ~mmm, what a bottom!!~ as they walked into the store. Lena just laughed. Rather then being afraid, she was enjoying a bit the attention and she smiled me with complicity. I started to laugh. The situation reminded us of the initial fantasies and we both had fun with that.
She didn't seem to be worried after I told her that I could not figure out what the problem was. I decided to call a evacuator. The three guys came out and were walking by back to their car. They asked what the problem was and I said that I had no clue but was going to call a evacuator..
I went inside to ask for a phone book to call the evacuator. The lady behind the desk didn't have a phone book, which I believed, and she wasn't about to help track down any numbers for evacuators.