by Sally Bryan
“That’s some grip you have.” She had to speak up through the throng. “I’m not going anywhere, not for anything.”
“Sorry,” I turned around and gave her my best apologetic glance, “I’m not sorry really. This is going to be the hardest walk of my life.” I was also aware that for a change, I was leading her, and I had to look back over my shoulder to hear what she was saying.
She didn’t say anything but instead pulled a face and leaned forwards, exposing that damned cleavage and suddenly it was as though my underwear had been put through the wash, they were that damp and bordering on becoming uncomfortable.
“Stop that, you,” I demanded, even though I loved it, I think.
There was an alley that I suspected led to Las Ramblas and freedom, or at least a fast road back home but more importantly, it was free from the crowds and so I tugged on her arm and dragged her down it. Of course, there was another reason this dark passage was so appealing.
I spun around and grabbed her by the hips, pulling them into mine with a sudden force. She was probably expecting it, which was why her hands were already clasping my buttocks and she didn’t wait to bring her lips to mine as they pressed together with a rare intensity and passion, our mouths open, tongues clashing, the noise from the crowds a distant murmur. I slid my hands around her back and seized those generous buns, pulled them into me and felt the muscle harden as she clenched them and our kiss broke off as we fell against each other in hysterics.
I put my hand on the wall for balance and shook my head. “Christ, I think this is going to be an experience unlike any other.”
“Don’t you know it.” And she probed for my neck, finding a special spot below my earlobe with her tongue and I almost lost all sentience, thank God for the wall, as my legs almost collapsed beneath me.
I had to push her away, though even that was difficult. “Arwen … we need … home … so far.”
Uber!
I remembered that thing and managed to find the capacity to pull out my phone and access the app.
“Oh, what the fuck?” No Uber in the area, or all of Spain for that matter. “Fuck! Get with it, damn country.”
She giggled and forced herself back onto me.
“You’re really not helping.” I panted, my feeble hand failing miserably at pushing her away, succumbing instead and pulling her close. “Need taxi.” My squashed voice tried to say into her mouth and her face nodded against mine.
Yet it was difficult to pull myself from her and I instead surrendered for several more minutes, my hands devouring her boobs through her plunge shirt, the knot that would free them only inches below, it was the first time in my life I’d so much as made contact with another girl’s breasts and they felt so large and heavy in my small feminine hands. It was also the first time another girl had so much as touched mine and she now squeezed them in a way that felt different to how I’d become familiar. Her hands were smaller, which made me feel fuller, and she was gentler, though I suspected that was because she was still teasing me.
Something scuffed from up the alley and a young couple, similarly lost in themselves, were making slow progress towards us, just as well really.
“Come.” I tugged her away and tasted blood faintly on my lips.
She interlaced our fingers. “Back to full speed ahead, huh? Man, you have a powerful kiss.”
“Not usually,” I muttered as we passed the couple and shortly after emerged on Las Ramblas where the crowds were again thick but at least I knew where we were, kind of.
A row of taxis were lined up where the pedestrian zone ended and I’d never been so relieved to see the distinctive black and yellow Barcelona design. I dragged the girl up to the nearest one, yanked open the door and bundled her inside.
“Oh, for the love of…” she stared open-mouthed as I slinked in after her, closed the door and leaned between the seats to speak to the driver.
“Straight to the … oh fuck.” I turned back to the girl with an expression of horror. “Where are we staying?”
She fell sideways and banged her head on the window, her barking laughter deafening within the taxi’s confines. “Serves you right for being so horny.”
I slapped her on the thigh. “Pray he doesn’t understand you and you’re hardly helping.” I turned back to the driver, an elderly Spanish guy. “It’s a large hostel somewhere after La Sagrada Familia, if that helps? Oh, and it has a big glass door.”
He shrugged and began running through a list of places he knew by heart, none of them sounding familiar until he said the name Rock Palace, I shouted in the affirmative and then we were finally moving.
Except, as it transpired, even at night, Barcelona barely moves and we immediately hit traffic. By this point I was biting my lip, my clenched fist trembling out of sheer frustration, trying to remain as decent as possible, even as Arwen began tickling the inside of my thigh with her thumb, taking advantage and knowing I was not the kind of girl who could react in the present company.
I continued to glare straight ahead and hissed. “You’re dead for this.”
“Uh huh, and what else are you going to do to me?” She breathed hotly into my ear and I could only close my eyes, count to one hundred and think of Scottish Highland Cattle, the cutest of all the world’s cattle, with their horns and the way their hair fell over their eyes. We had them on the estate and I used to love sketching them when I was a child, the beautiful docile beasts. “Are you thinking how it will feel when I have you naked in our room?” Make that two hundred, stupid traffic, and a large group on a stag party sang as they crossed the road in front of us, one maniac hunching over our bonnet to sing a chorus of some song I couldn’t decipher before running to catch up with his mates. “How about when I’m teasing your wet folds with my fingertips?” Three hundred, and I shivered, the car moved at a pace I could probably outrun, indeed, two night joggers were gaining on us beneath the streetlights and they had to swerve out the path of an elderly woman with a dog. Her hand was moving further up the inside of my leg, which was exactly where I needed it, just not in the back of a taxi cab and I pressed my hand down atop of hers to prevent it from further exploration, about the hardest damned thing I ever had to do. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” Her breath was so hot in my ear and she hummed, shifted in the seat so that the leather squeaked.
I clamped my eyes shut, thought of that class we took on medical ethics and how I’d very nearly fallen asleep.
Her hand made another playful push north, forcing me to press down even harder and when that proved futile, I took her hand and placed it back in her own lap but then the fingers in my armpits began, interrupting my previous thoughts on the case for and against euthanasia, of all things to be thinking of now, and instead I clammed up and fell into her, furious yet laughing.
I’d never found another human being to be quite so irritating, majestic, annoying and exhilarating all at the same time and she was absolutely loving it. I suppose I was myself, on some levels, but for a girl who had absolutely no clue what I was supposed to be doing once we actually got back, I was sure in a hurry to get there.
There was gridlock again as we approached La Sagrada Familia but even I could find the way back from here. “Keep the change.” I had the money ready in my hand and he looked at me with a bushy eyebrow raised obscenely high on his head.
Arwen translated and he nodded and then I shoved the door open, grabbed the girl by the wrist and tugged her out onto the pavement from where she stood, feet and hands together, the latter clasped beneath her chin as she gave me a goody-goody expression.
“Ah, back to being coy and submissive now, are you?” I asked in astonishment, secretly loving every second, “don’t think you can fool me after that display, you want it just as much as I do, if not more.” No, I doubted that was true.
She blinked and her eyelashes never looked so long, her face so innocent or her voice so sweet. “Want what as much as you? I thought we were going back to drink cocoa and tell
ghost stories.”
I thrashed my arm into the air. “Why are we still standing here?” Especially when the hostel was only a couple of minutes away.
She shrugged and we both laughed, again linked our fingers and began at a pace toward the Rock Palace Hostel, which was now mercifully in sight. We both ran the final stretch, shouted at a group leaving to hold the door open so I wouldn’t have to waste time finding my keycard then we were through the door and feeling the beautiful chill of the air conditioning on our skin, repeatedly pressing the button for the lift and torturously waiting for the bloody thing to arrive.
I caught her eye from across the few inches of air separating us, a knowing look emanating from hers, of what we were about to do, a mutual understanding. But what could she see in mine? Excitement, elation, outright fear? Everything up to this point had happened so gradually it was hard to pinpoint a moment that had profoundly changed our relationship. But what was about to happen in our room…
It was about to happen.
And it would change things.
It was not too late to back out but one look at her reminded me of why I had no intention of doing so. No, I wanted to experience this, whatever this was, with her, Arwen. No other girl, no other person, just her.
Evidently, having sensed my change in mood, she remained in contemplative silence as we entered the lift, the only contact our hands, the door closed and we began moving up. My heart thudded hard as the door opened and we began the short walk to our room and I noticed how neither of us had the keycard ready.
“Oh, one moment.” I delved into my clutch and brought it out, slid it through the mechanism, saw the green light, heard the satisfying buzz and pushed the door open.
The room was large with only the two of us present and I stepped over to the window to close the curtains, taking a breath and a moment for myself before turning slowly around, tucking a wad of red behind my ear and beholding the Goddess standing watching me.
“It’s ok, just let me take care of you.”
I nodded and croaked. “Ok. Thanks.” And I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so safe, which was absurd.
She was still a few steps away and her hand slowly moved down towards the knot, her eyes never leaving mine as she gently pulled at the ends and the sides of the shirt separated. The parts that had been rolled up and made into the knot were creased and she removed one arm from the sleeve followed by the other before discarding the shirt to the floor.
She was magnificent, truly a dancer’s figure, a lifetime of training sculpting the body she possessed as she grinned, so confident, in only those damned denim shorts and white bra, which made her breasts appear even larger and fuller than they had on the beach when she was wearing a bikini top.
My knees were actually shaking and I had to take a half step back, to where my bed offered stability, to ensure I wouldn’t buckle under my own weight and God only knew how perverted and deranged I must have looked. Ok, breathe and get a grip.
She began to dance, just gently swaying her hips to some tune she was humming, and even though she was barely trying, she was still completely captivating. Her hands moved up behind her back and when she turned around I could see her fingers working the bra clasp, it unhooked, she unthreaded her arms one by one even as she continued swinging her hips, the bra was flung over her head to land somewhere close, she inched back so that the peach and Aloe Vera grew gradually stronger and then turned slowly around.
I let out an unconscious audible exhalation as my eyes were drawn to that spot where those deep undersides met her ribcage, which in anatomy, we call the inframammary fold, though why I’d be thinking that now just went to show how mushed my head was.
She shimmied closer, grabbed my hands and pulled them over her breasts. “Yeah, see, there it is, babe, I know you’ve been wanting this all day.” I just loved her confidence and her eyes closed as she did some belly dance thing, slowly inching nearer and closing the angle at my elbow.
Meanwhile, I’d lost most cognitive function. She was large, very large and my small feminine hands could never hope to seize the lot, not that I didn’t try and enjoy failing and it was a thrill like I’d never experienced to feel the heavy weight of a beautiful woman’s breasts in my grasp and I continued fondling and caressing and playing and feasting until her body was pressing so tight against me there was no room for further manoeuvre.
That was when she physically removed my perverted hands, “I think you’ve had enough fun with those … for a short while, at least,” and pressed her lips to mine and we locked in a passionate embrace for time unknown whilst my hands had to settle for exploring the smoothness of her back, squeezing her buttocks and becoming lost in her hair.
Throughout, I was fully aware that my entire body trembled and she must have felt it too but I wouldn’t have changed any of it. Yes, I was anxious and so nervous but that was such a big part of what was making this event so arousing and then I kicked off my flip flops.
Our breasts had been crushing together and she leaned back an inch to slip a hand between us and I trembled for a different reason as I felt her small hand enclose around my breast to begin kneading in earnest.
“I love these, you have the perkiest breasts.” She whispered into my ear and then her hands were moving down to the hems of my dress. Instinctively, I shifted to help remove it but she shook her head. “Hey, I said I’m gonna take care of you.”
I nodded, “ok,” and then she was slowly lifting the dress over my head and I saw her in a haze of yellow, there was the distinct smell of static and then she returned to beautiful clarity once more.
Her gaze immediately lowered and she wasted no time in reaching around to unhook my bra. I felt the sweet release of tension and as she leaned back, I held my arms out to enable her to remove the garment.
My arms instinctively wanted to pull back in, to clam up, I was wearing only a damp pair of underwear, after all, but all I needed was one look from her to be reassured that she more than liked what she saw.
She stepped back to admire me and her pupils noticeably dilated as she bit her bottom lip but she couldn’t stay away for long because she came forth again and we locked in another embrace of passionate kisses, our breathing hot and intense, my hands gripping her tiny waist, hers lost in my hair.
We pulled away to breathe and I could only look down to marvel at the sight of our contrasting skin tones, my pale freckly Scottishness against her golden Ozzy tan as our breasts smushed together. She had small areolas, as did I, and both our nipples were hard and erect. I knew I wasn’t as womanly as Arwen but from how she was soon back on my breasts, I figured there were no complaints.
She placed a hand behind my back, “lie down,” and gently guided me to the bed, the other never leaving my breast and as I manoeuvred down, she came with me.
To witness her boobs hanging over my eyes as she took position was a million times better than any sight I’d so far witnessed this trip and as she came to rest on her elbows, my breasts were flattened out, whereas hers were plump, round and felt heavy as they came to settle over mine.
Our lips connected, slow at first then fast and with extreme verve but always with our tongues tangling with the other. One of my hands was lost in her hair, clutching chunks of blonde or else winding a braid around my fingers, the other had somehow found its way inside the back pocket of her shorts. Meanwhile, her hand was still devouring my breast whilst the other, only now, was beginning its slow descent down my body as it nestled between us, ribs, abdomen and finally, the outside of my underwear.
“Wow, you are really wet.” She panted as I caught the fire in her eyes.
I heaved, “it’s all you … you,” I gave up and then jerked uncontrollably because her fingers, through the thin fabric, had glanced off my clitoris.
She grinned devilishly, “are you sure you really want this because once I go in, I ain’t coming out again.”
I’d started nodding before she’d even finished speaking and then
her mouth was back beside my ear.
“Just relax, Frey, and I promise you an experience you’ll never forget. I’ve got you.” Her breath, her words were so hot and I never doubted she had me, I trusted her entirely. “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed and there was the creaking of bedsprings as she rolled to the side, something rustled, a zipper and the sound of friction, which had to have been her pulling off those damned hindering shorts. Then her arm slid between my head and the mattress and her lips were back on mine. I could tell she was lying on her side and then her thigh moved across my abdomen and I was correct, she had removed everything and I was powerless to prevent my hand from sliding down and clutching her exposed buttock. She began gently thrusting her hips into me as she squeezed my breast harder and worked her kisses around my neck.
On cue, my body went into spasm and then I heard the ocean as my earlobe disappeared inside her mouth and I was only prevented from clamming up entirely due to the weight of her thigh across my body.
I could tell she was smiling into the crevice between my neck and shoulder, where her mouth came to rest as her hand searched down my body until it slipped inside the tight elastic of my underwear, over that thin strip of red and then I bucked when, for the first time in my life, another woman made contact with my most sensitive spot.
She made soothing sounds, “you’re ok,” and then she was back, her two fingers slipping across, around, up and down my knot but always gentle. My heart pounded so hard, I swallowed excess saliva, my breathing increased, she applied more pressure and said something about not believing how wet I was, which was undoubtedly true. No other person had ever succeeded in bringing me to climax, I often struggled with that task myself and indeed, my last attempt had been interrupted by the very girl who was even now on the brink of making me explode. She’d seemed so confident, I’d had my doubts it was even possible, but fuck, there was most definitely something building inside of me, my belly twisting, brown swirly patterns forming in the darkness, yet more saliva with an added tint of something salty. She knew I was close and began thrusting her pelvis harder into me, no, she wasn’t thrusting, but rubbing herself against my hip and she confirmed what she was doing by letting out a loud gasp right next to my ear.