A Sexy Little Spanish Pixie 01

A Mature Southern Man Meets A Young Spanish Girl.

It was just another day.

I turned thirty-five a few days ago, being totally alone since I had divorced my cheating ex-wife back when I was thirty.

We had as I thought a wonderful five years of marriage when one of my co-workers informed me that he had sex with my wife.

He came into my office and closed the door telling me he had something important to tell me.

"

What's up Frank?

"

He sat down with a heavy expression on his face and just sighed.

"

Jim, I can't go on like this any longer.

"

I leaned back in my expensive high-backed office chair and asked him what he was talking about.

"

I value you to much as a friend. When I tell you this, I know you're going to be upset and possibly madder than hell with me. Please promise me you won't kill me when I tell you this.

"

I responded;

"

Frank, you can tell me anything. Hell, we've known each other since elementary-school.

"

He sighed again heavily bowing his head and in an almost whimper he stated;

"

Your wife Gail and I saw each other on the side. I didn't mean for this to happen, I didn't push myself on her, she approached me and it just kind of happened.

"

My eyes turned into fiery red embers of hate staring at my best friend.

"

You mean to tell me you've been sleeping with my wife behind my back?

I thought you were my friend."

He looked like a puppy that had been beaten with a stick.

His lips were trembling and he looked up saying;

"

Jim, she kept pushing herself onto me more and more. You know then I couldn't help it, my smaller head took control of my larger head, like any man's would have.

"

I closed my eyes trying to regain some sanity and not jump across my large office desk and kill this man.

My mind was reeling and then it hit me.

Yes, my wife and I had a wonderful sex life, although now it seemed plausible.

Going over it in my brain it all made since.

She always wanted sex every minute we were together. I had been totally worn-out from the first time we ever made love.

(Was it possible she was a true nymphomaniac and could not control herself?)

It also hit me,

(Has she been doing this the whole time we've been married?)

I opened my eyes looking over to Frank that still had his head bowed in disgrace and asked;

"

Has she said or mentioned there were any others?

"

"

Yes, after we had been together she did say she has had many lovers and I was average compared to most of them. That's when I knew I couldn't betray my best friend again, and had to tell you about her.

"

Then my anger went down a notch or two.

"

Frank Yes, I'm totally pissed off at you. Although I have to thank you for telling me all of this. Here is what is going to happen, I'm going to divorce her. I want you to not see her again during this process, I'm going to hire a private investigator and I don't want you involved what so ever. After the divorce you can do whatever you want to with her.

"

"

Jim, It's already over. I only saw her once and afterwards when she told me about the others I broke if off saying I never wanted to see her again. She told me about the others several days ago and I was done with her after that.

"

"

Frank, yea I'll probability stay pissed at you for a long time. Although also I'm kind of glad it happened. Don't worry about our friendship, and yes in the future always remember a United States Marine has no problem with killing someone.

"

His face turned ghostly white when I said that, standing up and leaving my office.

I called and made arrangements to see a P.I. telling him what I was dealing with.

Yes, it was expensive although with my salary being in the mid six figures it was not a problem.

My home life stayed pretty much the same for the next couple of months.

In the beginning of the third month, I met with the P.I. and he had a full dossier on her promiscuous ways.

He had times, dates, men's names, detailed pictures and even videos showing her intimate encounters with several men.

He gave me a copy of everything and told me he would testify at the divorce hearing.

I filed for divorce and had the papers hand delivered to her.

She asked what all of this was about.

Then confronting my cheating wife showing her all the documents I told her I wanted her out of my house.

She packed the next day and the only time I saw her again was during the divorce hearings.

Being so devastated by the whole ordeal I hadn't dated in almost five years since.

I just couldn't bring myself to trust another woman ever again.

Yes, not having sex was very difficult, although not having a woman to love and hold was even worse.

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Living in South Carolina all my life there are many rural roads to be found.

One evening in the late fall returning from a day of lake fishing driving down one of those rural roads I came across what looked like a little girl hitchhiking with her thumb out seeking a ride in the middle of nowhere.

I pulled my 2024 F-150 Fully Customized Black Raptor over to a stop and she ran up to the passenger door.

I waved for her to open the door and crawl in.

She opened the door and struggled a little to get in being so tiny.

She thought to herself;

(Damn, please let this handsome hunk of a man is nice. He looks so strong and rugged I don't know if I want to let him give me a ride. Oh shit, this truck is so big I can't even get in.)

I started off first asking where her parents were and why she was in the middle of nowhere alone.

She stuck out her hand saying;

"

I'm Paola (Pah-o-la)

"

I excused myself saying my name was Jim, and asking where she was headed.

She told me she was headed back home on the outskirts of Easley, and then all about being out here alone.

She was dressed in a middle weight parka with baggy jeans and tennis shoes.

She told me about a fight with her boyfriend about his cheating ways, and he got mad and made her get out of his car and walk home.

I told her;

"

Yea, I know how you feel.

I went through the same thing with my cheating ex-wife."

She smiled, and now seeing that smile, I swear she looked like her and Jenna Ortega would have been identical twins.

Same in every way, black wavy hair, the darkest brown eyes ever almost black, very tiny petite size.

She even had the same inverted triangle shaped face and jaw line with those high cheek bones.

It was truly uncanny how exactly the same they both were.

I told her it would be my pleasure to take her all the way home if she wanted.

She gave me her address and I punched it into my GPS and drove off.

We were about 25 miles from Easley giving us plenty of time to talk.

I told her it was quite a shock seeing such a young little girl alone on a back road like this.

She pouched out her bottom lip saying;

"

I'll have you know I'm 23, I'm not a little girl.

"

Paola sighed now seeing how really handsome Jim was now.

(I just hate being so petite and tiny, everyone always thinks I'm still a child. He really seems nice, how can I show him I'm a woman now?)

I just kind of chuckled when she said that.

She asked why I was laughing.

"

My little one, I'm twelve years older than you, you need to be thankful I came along.

Some of the rednecks around here are not gentlemen."

"

Yea, I know.

My boyfriend is one of them."

Then I asked her;

"

Paola is not a common name around here, where are you and your parents from?

"

"

We're from Ferrol Spain, it's located on the north west coast of Spain.

We immigrated here just before I started Grammer School."

"

I see now, although I can still here the Spanish dialect in your voice.

It's really cute."

Jim's mind started rolling this little one over in his thoughts;

(She really is cute and her little Spanish sounding voice is sexy as hell. Stop thinking like this, you don't know her and she's too young for you.)

Her face turned a little red saying;

"

Thank you

"

She asked what I did for a living, me telling her computer systems and management enhancement/restructuring, she blurted out;

"

Wow, systems are right down my ally.

My master's degree is in Cyber Security.

I work for IBM."

"

That's kind of ironic, I used to work for IBM also.

"

"

Used To?

"

"

Yea, I had to leave.

I couldn't put up with writing my own evaluation each year.

I kept telling them (If you want to know how I'm doing ask the clients.) Basically, the managers do nothing but schedule work for people.

Each employee writes their own evaluation, not a very good business process.

The employees can BS their way up the ladder lying all the way."

She said;

"

I've only been there about a year, that never crossed my mind.

"

We arrived at her home, which was quite nice and very secluded.

It was without a doubt the most upscale home ever in South Carolina.

A huge iron gate and ten-foot wall surrounded several acers of land.

Pulling up to the gate Paola told me to enter 6901 in the keypad saying;

"

If you look at the letters below each of the numbers on the keypad the first two are letters its NX01.

Dad is the ultimate SIFI nut, he loves Star Trek."

My mind went off;

(Damn, I like this guy already.)

Driving up this was truly a mansion very, very nice.

She asked if I wanted to come in and meet her parents.

I said no, I have a lot of fish I need to clean before they get to warm being in the sun.

She asked what I had caught, my saying a few largemouth bass and some nice size crappies.

She ohhed saying;

"

You would be amazed at the Donostia I can make, although normally it is made with sea-bass.

It should still be just as good with fresh water bass."

Pulling out her phone, she asked for my number.

Entering it she then called me saying;

"

Now you have mine.

If you don't wait too long, I would love to cook the bass for you one night."

"

Since it won't be today I'll have to freeze them, would that be OK?

"

"

Yes, although make sure not to remove the head the dish is cooked with the heads still on.

Oh by the way, if you add my contact info now my full name is

[ Matias Angelina Paola Azarolla ]

"

"

Wow, that's a mouth full.

"

I exclaimed while entering it into my phone, having to ask the spelling.

"

Jim Smith should be enough for your phone.

"

She told me by old-school Spanish traditions her name was her father's first name, her mother's first name, and then her name.

Then she explained;

"

I know it's a long name, although once you get used to it you'll love saying it.

Proper pronunciation is - Ma-ti-as, An-ga-le-na, Pah-o-la, As-a-ral-la."

She opened the passenger door saying;

"

Jim, thank you so much for bringing me home.

It was a pleasure meeting and talking with you, it's so nice to know there are a few true gentlemen left in this world.

Give me a call when you would like to have a nice home-made meal cooked for you."

She jumped down out of the truck and waved goodbye as I drove off.

Watching him drive away, Paola started thinking;

(Damn, I just can't believe how lucky I am to meet such a handsome and rugged looking man like Jim.)

She felt her panties getting wet and nipples get hard while her mind drifted off into space.

As I approached the gate it opened on its own.

Jim thought while driving home;

(That was unexpected, why would a tiny lovely little thing as her be interested in a old brazen coot like myself?)

Arriving home he took his dog out, fed her and cleaned the fish, leaving the heads on the bass and putting them all in zip-lock plastic bags laying them into the freezer.

Later that night he started wondering about her name and did a few Google searches, looking up the meaning of her names.

Matias meant -- (Gift from God)

Angelina meant -- (Angel)

Paola meant -- (Little)

Azarolla meant -- (Fox)

Thinking about what he found he sputtered out;

"

Huh, God's Gift of a Foxy Little Angel

"

Then he thought;

(Surely this can't be true.

Was it fate? Did God really want us to meet? Have I suffered alone for too long and God is trying to tell me something?)

Then I received a text from Paola.

[

You have to come back over tomorrow; My father is upset that I received a ride home from a stranger and demands to meet you.

I'm Sorry, he is very protective.

On the other hand, he is pleased that my ex-boyfriend is out of the picture for good now.]

I replied;

[

Paola, I Love That Name.

This is escalating rather quickly for me, although to keep you out of trouble I will agree to meet with your father.]

[

Great, can you stop by tomorrow after church at around 2PM?

]

[

Sure

]

The next day after church, I dressed up in a nice pair of tan khakis with a rather form-fitting white polo shirt and my black dock-siders shoes.

To let you know what I look like: I stand just a fraction over 6' tall with the broadest shoulders of any man you have ever met.

Hugh cannon-ball shoulders and well-defined pecs and abs that are to die for.

I exercise every day running, swimming, and very-heavy weight training three days a week.

My hair is wavy dark brown, with golden brown eyes and a chiseled square jaw and a nice trimmed mustache.

My package is not enormously long, although I do have a few more inches than the average man at about 9 inches.

What is my claim to fame is my girth which is about 7 1/2 inches in circumference.

Arriving at their home, remembering the NX01 code and then driving up to their mansion. Stopping out front and getting out of my Raptor I went up ringing the doorbell stepping back waiting for someone to open the door.

A man that looked to be in his early 50s opened the door reaching out his hand saying his name was Matias.

He looked in fairly good shape with a little salt & pepper in his hair and a mustache almost like mine.

His Spanish complexion was a little dark just like Paola's and I was admiring the family resemblance.

I told him my name was Jim and reached out grasping his hand and yes this was no weak man, we held a very nice strong grip for a few seconds.

I noticed a faint grin on his face, he stepped back asking me in.

As he led me into the living-room I mentioned how lovely their home was.

He just laughed gesturing all around and saying;

"

You know how it goes, none of this is me, it's all my wife's doing.

"

"

Well sir, I must say she has impeccable taste.

"

He led me over to the living-room bar and asked if I wanted a drink.

I told him;

"

Scotch on the rocks with a twist of lime if you have any.

"

He replied;

"

A scotch man, I know we're going to get along now.

"

He poured two adding a lime wedge to mine.

We sat down and the questions began.

"

Paola explained what happened yesterday and how the two you met.

I must tell you, thank you for bringing her straight home."

I told him the truth;

"

I truly enjoy helping people when I can.

It's an inherent part of being a Marine."

He then asked;

"

You were in the Corps?

"

"

Yes Sir, the men in my family have all been Marines almost all the way back to the beginning of the USMC in 1775.

"

"

Damn, I've never heard of a man that could claim such an honor.

And I thank you for your service."

"

I'm just glad I found her and not some of the rough rednecks around here.

Roughness is bred into them from birth around here.

It goes way back to South Carolina being the only state that never surrendered when the Civil War was over."

We talked for a while with him asking what I did for a living and then telling me he was retired owning a rather large Spanish shipping company passing it on to his son that remained in Spain.

About that time a lady entered the room that quietly took my breath away.

She looked a few inches taller than Paola and was a total Spanish knockout.

Her dark Spanish complexion and sultry eyes were to die for.

She was wearing a short black skirt with a tight tee shirt like top that showed every curve she had to offer.

Her very black long flowing hair that hung down to her waist and she honestly looked like some kind of temptress beyond belief with her hair flowing as she walked.

I did my best gentlemanly appearance of not staring although I could now plainly see where Paola inherited her beauty from.

Matias stood up saying;

"

There's my angel, Jim this is my wife Angelina.

"

By this time, I was standing also and reached out my hand glancing at her lovely face and then focusing my eyes on Matias.

"

It's a pleasure to meet you, sir pardon my being so bold -- I can clearly see where Paola gets her exquisite beauty from.

"

Angelina squeezed my hand giving me a very sexy smile and wink. She sashayed her lovely hips as she went over and made herself a drink and sat down with us.

I couldn't help to notice her openly flash her crotch at me as she sat down smiling at me.

Immediately she asked what my intentions where with their daughter.

I explained that I had no intentions other than helping a damsel in distress and nothing further.

This was received by a grinning nod from Matias.

I followed it up with explaining that Paola suggested that she wanted to cook the bass I had caught for dinner although I had not agreed to anything.

Then Angelina asked about my personal life.

I explained everything that I had been through with me ex-wife even stating my not dating since then.

Matias stating that I seemed to be an honorable man.

I replied;

"

Like the bible states [We are all sinners], although I do the best I possibly can to walk a straight path.

"

That was received by raised eyebrows from Angelina and a deep smile and sultry wink, then Matias told her;

"

Darling, you can tell Paola she can come out now.

"

While she was gone Matias told me;

"

Jim, to tell you the truth.

Spanish people are never timid, we say what we want and go after what we want with a vengeance.

That is why Paola graduated high-school just as she turned seventeen and received her master's degree so early at twenty-one.

I'll tell you this, I'm a damn good judge of character, always have been.

If you so choose, I give you my permission to court my daughter.

I know you are a few years older than her, although like myself I'm fifteen years older than my wife."

This was a total shock; I wasn't expecting this at all.

Hell, I still didn't know how I felt about Paola.

Just about that time Paola and her mother walked in and to be honest my heart stopped beating.

Now seeing her for the first time without her outer baggy clothes on I had a very hard time trying to get my heart to start beating again.

She was dressed in a very low waist-ed hip-hugging short pair of cut-off blue-jean shorts with the ends frayed that barely covered her crotch they were cut so high up.

A light very tight-fitting pink half tank-top with spaghetti strings on each shoulder, it was very apparent she had no bra on with the outline of her puffy areolas and nipples showing through.

Her tank-top stopped just below her breasts showing off her very taunt and marvelously ribbed abs that were more beautiful than I had ever seen before on a woman.

Truly these people were not ashamed of their bodies.

Her legs were that any world class super model would die for.

Remembering her mother's height compared to mine when we met, I would say Paola stood about 4'9" tall.