I did meet other men during those weeks, mostly in bars and clubs I visited.The sex was OK, I guess, but short. Mostly one night stands, which didn’t last very long. The guys usually came within minutes of sticking their cocks in me, and one actually squirted his load during a blowjob. Then he passed out on the bed, and I had to leave and do the ‘walk of shame’ through the lobby of his hotel, shoes in hand and all.
Work was fine, except when I had to stand in the bus parking lot waiting for the tourists. It was so hot I began sweating within minutes. I didn’t feel very sexy standing there smiling at people with big sweat marks under my boobs and back. They didn’t seem to care, though they were just happy to get on with their vacations and drink a lot of beer.
One night Anne and I went to a bar just a few blocks from where we lived. It was only us two because the others either worked or had decided to make it an early night. The place was called Palms Lounge. It didn’t have any real palm trees, but there were a few plastic ones spread out around the terrace. Anne and I sat down at a corner table from where we could see the street and the people walking past.
“Hi, can I take your drink order?”
The voice came from a brunette in her early twenties. Her accent told me she was Italian and when she smiled at me she had beautiful white teeth.
“Sure, I’ll have a Mojito,” I said.
Anne decided on a glass of white wine and when the waitress had left, Anne said, “so, are you still fucking Mike?”
It hadn’t taken long for the rest of the team to figure out what as going on. Mike touching my ass at work didn’t help either, but they all seemed cool about it.
“Sometimes, he doesn’t seem to be interested anymore.”
“The same thing happened to me last summer. We fucked for a month, and then he moved on. Found some girl working in a hotel that he began dating.”
“I just don’t get it.”
She smiled. “Who does? Mike is a good lay, but not the only man on the island. You will meet someone else.”
I had told Karl over the phone that it was over between us. It wasn’t the nicest way to do it, but after Mike fucking me for two weeks every night, I figured it was the best and honest thing to do. Karl had cried over the phone and then called me all kinds of things. I just hung up and let it at that.
The waitress came back and placed a big frosted glass in front of me and Anne’s wine in front of her. I took a sip from the Mojito. It was one of the best I had tried.
“Wow, this is very good,” I said.
“Thank you. My name is Paola and I will be your waitress, “ she said and gave us a big smile.
I watched her walk away and wondered if her legs ever ended. She wore a tight black mini skirt, and even though she wasn’t very tall, she had beautiful long legs.
“Have you ever…?”
I turned to Anne. “Have I ever what?”
“You know, been with another girl.”
I laughed. “No, I recently lost my virginity with Mike.”
“Oh, I see.”
I took a sip from the Mojito and when I had put down the glass I said, “what about you?”
“Yes. Last summer. It was one of those things that happen when you are too drunk.”
I leaned forward and lit a cigarette. That was another thing, apart from fucking, that I had begun to do, smoking. I took a long drag and then said, “tell me.”
“There isn’t much to tell, really. Laura, that was my roommate last year, and I had been out drinking and when we came home, she began to kiss me. I was so wasted, I just giggled and went along. Before I knew it, I was naked on the bed and she had buried her head between my legs.”
“Wow, how was it?”
“Different. One thing is for sure, no man can ever lick pussy like a woman, they just don’t know what to do.”
I laughed and put out my cigarette. “You might be right about that. Mike is OK, I guess, but some of the others, they had no fucking clue to what they were doing.”
Anne laughed and finished her wine. Then she looked around and caught the attention of Paola, who was standing by the door. When she walked towards us, her boobs bounced and I figured she wasn’t wearing a bra under her tight pink top. As she came closer I also noticed that her nipples were hard and it couldn’t be from the air which was warm and humid.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Another round, please,” said Anne.
I had looked away, trying not to be obvious by staring at her. Life is funny sometimes. Within weeks of arriving on the island I had lost my virginity and now I was seriously considering being with another woman. I had no idea where that came from. Back home, homosexuality was frowned upon, and the few gay men hid it. I had never heard about lesbians living in my village, but I guess there had to be a few.
It must be this crazy place I thought while watching a group of guys and girls walking along the sidewalk. The guys were topless and the girls had short, tight shorts that showed off their asses and the outline of their pussies.
“Will you do it?”
Anne’s voice brought me back from my daydreaming. “Do what?”
“Try to hook up with Paola.”
I gave her a grin. “I don’t even know if she is into girls.”
“So? Convince her.”
I laughed and drank from my new Mojito. “C’mon, I don’t even know if I want to be with another woman, so I have no clue about seducing her.”
“That’s part of the fun. Ask her for her phone number.”
“She will think I am crazy.”
It was Anne’s turn to laugh.”Aren’t we all?”
A few minutes later, Paula walked past our table and I waved her over. “Hi, Paola is it? I was wondering if you knew any really good Italian restaurants in the area.”
She thought for a moment. “Not around here, but there is one in San Jose.”
“Oh crap, I don’t have a car.”
“Well, If you want to, I can take you. I have a Vespa.”
“Really?”
“Sure, I know the owner and he can give us a discount.”
“Cool, I would love to go.”
“What about tomorrow? I am off in the evening.”
“Sure. We can meet here, let’s say at eight?”
“Great.”
When she walked off Anne kicked me under the table. “Well done.”
“Nothing has happened yet, all I have is a dinner date.”
“I think she likes you, or she wouldn’t have told you about the place.”
“Where is San Jose?”
“On the other side of the island. It’s small village. It has a church a few shops and that’s about it. The best beaches on the island belong to that part. I think you met Mike on one of them.”
“Right, now I remember. The bus went through San Jose on the way to the beach, I had forgotten.”
We had another round of drinks and then called it a night. When I lay in my bed, my thoughts went back to Paola, her sexy accent, her long legs and those bouncing boobs made my pussy wet. I thought about playing with myself, but Anne was awake reading, so I turned over and went to sleep.
The following morning I was standing in the bathroom drying my hair and looking at myself in the mirror. I had put on a few pounds, luckily they were not on my stomach. My hips were rounder and my legs a bit thicker. I turned so I saw my profile and yes, my ass looked bigger too. I had to cut down on the fried food and walk more.
When I came out Anne was already dressed and waiting for me. I wasn’t due at the airport until five in the afternoon, so I had promised to take half of Anne’s hotels that she covered. The idea was to do them fast and get a couple of hours on the beach.
When we walked out onto the street I wanted to run back inside to the cool lobby again. It was stifling hot with no so much as a breath of cool air. The asphalt reflected the heat, making it even worse. We managed to walk half a block before our backs were wet from sweat.
We split up and decided to keep in touch by phone. I walked to the right where four hotels were located. The sidewalk was full of people going to or coming to their hotels. Even though it was just before ten in the morning I knew by looking at some of them that they were coming home from a night out. Smeared makeup and high heels in their hands, the girls made their way back to a day in bed. The guys didn’t look much better.
At half past twelve, I had finished and stood behind a dumpster smoking. We were not allowed to smoke in uniform, but none of us gave a shit. My phone rang and I saw it was Anne.
“Are you done?” she asked.
“Yes. Are you?”
“On my way home, see you there.”
I threw the cigarette in the dumpster and headed back to our room.
We decided to go to the closest beach which was just ten minutes walk from the hotel we stayed in. We bought a big bottle of water, some fruit, and an ice cream each on the way.
The beach was packed with people and it took us a while to find an empty spot to put down our towels. I wore a white two-piece bikini with a thong bottom and Anne wore a red and white similar bikini. We got a few looks and smiles from men around us, but no one approached. I wasn’t really interested in cock at that moment anyway. my mind was on Paola. Which made me wonder about Anne and me.
“Anne, can I ask you a personal question?”
She was lying on her back and I could see the curve of her pussy against the fabric of her bikini. She was topless and her big boobs had floated out, but still looked firm to the touch.
“Sure.”
“Considering that you have been with another woman before, how come you haven’t made a move on me.”
I could see her smile. She wore sunglasses, but I suspected she glanced over at me before she answered.
“Simple, I don’t want to destroy our friendship.”
“Why would you?”
“That’s why Laura didn’t come back this year. It ended on bad terms.”
I was silent for a while, and then said, “what happened?”
“A guy. I met John at the end of the summer and we hooked up. Apparently, Laura had thought were had a thing going, but to me, it was just fun and games. I liked John and wanted to spend time with him. Laura got pissed and moved out.”
“OK, but hypothetically, would you like to be with me?”
She took off her sunglasses and turned toward me. Her gaze moved up and down my body. Lying on my stomach, her eyes stopped when they reached my ass. “hypothetically speaking, I would love to be with you.”
I giggled and played with a stone I had found in the sand. “Cool. Hopefully so does Paola.”
“I’m sure she will.”
We stayed for a couple of hours and then headed back. I needed a shower and change into my uniform before my shift at the airport. Anne had the afternoon off and would go shopping she said.
The two flights arrived on time and we got the passengers on the buses relatively quick so at seven we closed down the office and Mike drove us back o the hotel. When we walked into the lobby, he said, “what are you doing tonight?”
“Going out with a friend.”
“Anne?”
I gave him a sly smile. “No, a new friend.”
Mike stopped in his tracks. “What’s his name.”
“None of your business, and for your information, it’s a she.”
He lowered his sunglasses and looked at me over their rim. “Really, you have turned into a muff driver? Shit, I got to be bad in the sack.”
After a long laugh, I said, “don’t worry, you are fine. I’m just going out for dinner.”
He gave me a peck on the cheek and headed for the bar. He always had a beer and a shot of whiskey after a shift. I took the elevator to my floor and on my way up I wondered what I should wear.
Paola was already waiting for me when I arrived at the bar. She was sitting on her Vespa with two helmets hanging from the handle bars. One pink and one black. She was similarly dressed as me. But her skirt was black and tight while mine was light yellow and flared. Mine ended just above my knees and hers half way up her shapely thighs. I wore a simple white top with straps and a white bra. She wore a red short-sleeved T-shirt and I was sure she had no bra. I could see her nipples through the thin fabric.
“Hi,” she said when I walked up to her.
“Is that for me?” I pointed at the pink helmet.
“No, that’s mine.”
She gave the black one to me and continued, “get on and put your arms around me. I drive pretty fast.”
It was an understatement. The drive, which had taken twenty-five minutes by bus, took only fifteen on the Vespa. She zipped in and out between the cars and twice I was sure we would end up like bugs against a windshield of an oncoming car.
The restaurant was on the main street close to a bank and opposite the church. We decided to sit outside on the small terrace and found a table away from the others. While I looked at the menu Paola went inside to say hello to the owner. I decided on a Pasta Primavera, knowing that it wasn’t the best choice for my body, but it sounded good.
Paola came back with a bottle of chilled white wine and two glasses. After pouring, she lifted her’s and said, “Salute! To new friendships.”
“To new friendships,” I said and drank.
The wine was the best had tasted since I had arrived on the island. Usually, when I ordered wine it was the house sort, and usually not very good. This, on the other hand, had flavor and I quickly drank half the glass.
“Good, isn’t it?” said Paola, with a big smile.
“Fantastic.”
“It’s Italian. It’s from the owner’s vineyard. Have you decided what to eat?”
“Yeah, I have.”
She took a quick glance at the menu and then looked around for the waiter. When he showed up, she spoke to him in Italian.
“What did you say?” I asked when he had left.
“I ordered for both of us.”
“But I hadn’t told you what I wanted?”
“Doesn’t matter, this is much better.”
“What is?”
“Fish.”
I was not a big fan of seafood. Even though we often had Salmon back home, I didn’t really like anything that came from the sea.
“Oh, I’m-.”
“Shush, I know, you don’t like fish, but you will like this. Anyway, tell me about yourself, and how you ended up on the island.”
After I had told her of my upbringing in the small town and Karl she slowly nodded her head.
“Sounds like my story. I’m also from a small town in northern Italy, close to the Austrian border.
“Did you leave a guy behind too?”
She smiled and drank her wine. “No, but I have left a few here.”
I laughed. “Oh, so you are a heart breaker.”
“Not really, I just like to play around a little. I’m only twenty-two and it’s too early to settle down with a guy and have kids.”
“I know what you mean. I don’t know what it is with this island; it brings out things you never thought you had.
“Like what?”
I gave her a short version about Mike taking my virginity. I figured that if sex became the topic, I could figure out if she was playing both sides.
“Erica, you don’t look like the horny slut you say you are.”
I giggled. “I guess I don’t and before I left I was a good girl.”
“Mm, I guess Ibiza brings out the horny side in all of us.”
We sat in silence for a while and drank wine. I lit a cigarette and offered one to Paola who accepted. We had just finished when the waiter came out with our food.
When I saw the plate I must have made a face because Paola pointed at the whole fish lying on my plate and said, “cut along the spine and the meat will come right off.”
I did what she said and true enough. The white meat came off and when I tasted it, I was surprised at how good it was.
“Wow, this is nice.”
She smiled at me and said, “I told you.”
While we ate, we spoke about our jobs and she told me that her first job on the island was as a host in a big villa. She had spent many hours in the airport waiting for clients. Often the flights were late and she wouldn’t get home until long after midnight. The pay wasn’t very good and the long hours made her quit and then she found her present job at the bar.
We finished the evening off with Espressos and chocolate ice cream. Paola insisted on paying and when we got up the sun had gone down and it was dark.
“What do you want to do now?” she asked.
“I’m off tomorrow, so anything you like.”
“Let’s get a bottle of something and go to the beach.”
“Now?
She pointed at the full moon that was rising behind the church. “There is nothing like swimming under a full moon.
I shrugged my shoulders, and said, “sounds like fun, but please, drive slower.”
She laughed and led the way to a small shop that was still open. We bought a bottle of chilled Sangria and then headed over to where she had parked the Vespa.
She drove to Cala Tarida which is quite a long beach with several bars and restaurants. Instead of being on the sand she climbed up a big rock and when I followed her I realized that the people on the terraces of the restaurants wouldn’t be able to see us.
While I watched, she took off her clothes and stood naked in front of me. I didn’t see a bikini line so I guessed she liked to tan naked.
”C’mon, get your clothes off,” she said.
By the time I was naked she had already jumped into the sea and I could see her floating on the surface. The moonlight was strong and I had good visibility.
“You have to jump out, the rocks are a bit slippery,” she called.
I held my nose, closed my eyes, and jumped. The water was warm and when I surfaced I shook it out of my hair and face. Paola was a few yards away so I swam over to her.
“Watch this,” she said.
She began to move her arms really fast and to my surprise the water around her began to shine.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Plankton. The moonlight makes the glow.”
“It’s beautiful.” I began to move my arms too, and we giggled like little girls for a while.
Suddenly Paola was behind me and I felt her hands cup my breasts. Then her mouth was close to my ear and she whispered, “is it OK?”
“Mm, it is.”
My nipples grew hard under her touch and then one of her hand moved down over my tummy and down to my pussy where she pressed a finger against my clit.
“I think I will drown,” I said.
“Let’s get back on the rock.”
She let go of me and we swam back and then climbed up. The area where we had left our clothes was flat and we sat down on our skirts. Paola took my face in her hands and turned me towards her. When her lips met mine, I could taste the salt water on them. Her tongue found mine and while we kissed her hand came around my back and pulled me towards her. She laid back and I was on top of her.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” she whispered, between kisses.
“No, and you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, then you can teach me.”
She giggled and gently pushed my head down. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it to. I gently kissed my way down until my lips were half an inch from her pussy. She was completely shaved and in the moonlight, I saw her lips were small swollen. I gently kiss her clit and she responded with a long sigh. I liked the taste of her and began to lick her slit slowly. I spread her legs and put my hands on her boobs. Her nipples hardened under my touch and as I began to suck her swollen clit she changed to moans.
“Mm, you are so good, please don’t stop, I want you to finger fuck me.”
I did what she asked, and when I slid a finger deep inside her I felt her pussy grab hold of it like there was no tomorrow. She was very wet so I slid another finger inside her. She began to moan louder the faster I fucked her. Her back came off the rock and she looked at me with her mouth half open and her dark brown eyes told me that she was close to coming.
“Rub my spot,” she managed to say, between moans.
I guessed she meant her G-spot which I located and began to rub very fast. Her moans changed into gasps and with an almost wolf-like howl she came and squirted all over my hand. Since my face was close to her pussy it got some of it too.
She pushed my hand away and then lay back down. Her breathing became normal and a smile grew on her face.
“Thanks, that was wonderful.”
Then she got up and to my surprise jumped into the sea again. I was a bit disappointed since I had hoped she would get me off too.
Within a minute, she came back and stood dripping water over me.
“Lay back, it’s your turn.”
The rock was hard and I thought I had chosen the wrong place for my first girl on girl fun. But when Paola moved in between my legs and her large doe like eyes looked at me I quickly forgot about the un-comfortability. A few drops from her still wet body landed on me and I shivered a little. She slowly lowered herself so her body was on top of mine and a small stone dug into my back. I didn’t care, at that same moment her full, warm lips met mine and I tasted the sea water on her lips.
Her tongue met mine and we kissed slowly and deeply. Her hands found my boobs and gently pinched my already hard nipples. Then she began to kiss herself down along my neck, over my boobs and down to my hot pussy. Just before she kissed my clit she looked up at me and winked.
The few guys I had been with up till then had not been great pussy lickers. I mean, they did it, but they put no real effort into it. A few licks and then they pushed their cock inside me. Mike was the only one that did more than that, but it was nothing compared to what Paola was doing to me. She found nooks that not even I knew existed. She kissed, sucked, licked and finger fucked me until my body shook.
“Yes, yes, I love it,” I moaned as she gave my clit another suck.
“You taste so good, Erica. I could do this all night.”
“I need to come, baby, please make me.”
And she did. I don’t know how many fingers she had inside me, but she went to town with them and her mouth. Within a minute or two I arched my body and pressed my thighs hard against her head as my body trembled and my orgasm flowed out from where she was licking me into every part of my body.
When it was over we lay next to each other and looked up at the moon.
“Do you think they saw us,” I asked.
“Who?”
“The people on the terrace of the restaurant.”
Paola giggled. “No, they didn’t. I have eaten there and there is no way you can see what happens down here. I guess if you had come real loudly, then they might have heard you on a quiet night.”
The night wasn’t completely quiet. Music came from the place above us and some other bars along the beach that were still open.
I sighed and rolled over on my side, my ass against Paola. Her hand caressed it and tried to slide in between my thighs.I giggled. “This is romantic, but not very comfortable for a second round.”
She sat up and grabbed for the Sangria bottle we still hadn’t opened. “Let’s go back to my place, you could spend the night.”
The thought of being in a real bed with Paola sounded very good, so I nodded and we quickly got dressed.
She lived in a studio apartment located in the village of San Jordi, a stone throw from the Playa den Bossa area.
It was cozy with a balcony that faced west and must be amazing for a view of the sunset. Now, all I could see was the lights from the big hotels and the airport beyond. While Paola opened the Sangria I lit a cigarette and stood outside enjoying the cool night air. My skin itched a little since the salt water from the sea had dried up. Paola came up from behind and put down the bottle and two glasses on the table. She kissed my shoulder, and said, “mm, you taste like salt.”
“Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Not at all, I’ll join you.”
We finished the Sangria and walked hand in hand inside to the bathroom where we took off our clothes. In the light from the lamp in the ceiling, I got a good look at Paola’s body. She had tattoos on her shoulders and down her arms, mostly tribal and one little red heart on her right shoulder blade. In the light, her body showed a short upper body with long legs. Her ass was round and her boobs were firm with little brown nipples sitting high on them.
Paola turned on the water and we stepped into the small shower. There was hardly space for both of us and we giggled as we tried to soap each other and wash off the salt water.
We didn’t bother with towels and went directly to her bed where we lay down facing each other. She caressed my cheek and leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I tilted my face a little and her kiss landed on my mouth.
“Oh, that was sneaky of you,” she said.
“Mm, I am a sneaky person, I guess,” I said, and kissed her again.
The kiss became deeper and soon she was lying on top of me. Her boobs pressing against mine and her hands wrapped in my hair. She was an aggressive kisser and every so often would nibble at my lips. I loved the pure power she showed. She was in control and I let her lead.
Her kisses moved down my chest, around my nipples and down towards my wet pussy. She found my clit and gently sucked on it. I put my hands on her head and pushed her harder against my hot spot.
“God, you are good at that,” I moaned.
“Thanks, it’s because I love doing it. I think licking pussy is better than sucking cock.”
I had never thought about it till now, and when she said it, I wasn’t sure if I agreed. That was as far as my train of thought went. She had slid in a finger and was rubbing my G-spot.
“Mm, that feels so good, I wonder if I can squirt?”
“I don’t care if you can, I just love being with you,” she said, before going down on me again.
I closed my eyes and from somewhere I heard the sound of a drawer opening and then close. The next thing I heard was a low buzzing sound.
I opened my eyes and caught Paola holding a vibrator in her hand. When she saw that I was watching her she said, “a single girl’s best friend, lay back and enjoy.”
I did what she asked and when she slid the toy inside me and turned it on, my body shivered with pleasure. I gasped as the vibrations moved out to every inch of my body and gasped as my orgasm grew deep inside my pussy.
When I came it was stronger than ever before. I grabbed the sheets until my knuckles turned white and I arched my back so hard I thought I would break in half. Wave after wave of pleasure exploded from inside me and I fell down on the mattress gasping for air. When Paola slid out the toy my pussy felt so empty and it begged for something to suck into itself, to fill up that horrible void.
“My turn,” she said and got on her knees.
“OK, do you want to lie down?”
She looked down at me and smiled. “No, no, I want you to fuck me from behind.”
She reached for the night table and opened the drawer again. This time, she took out a leather harness. It was black and when she handed it to me; I was surprised at how soft it was.
“Take the vibrator and attach it to the harness, and then take me from behind,” she said and got on her knees and forearms. Her head rested on the pillow and her ass was high in the air.
It took me a couple of minutes to put on the harness and attach the toy. Meanwhile, she moved her ass sensually and I became hornier for every second. I knelt between her legs and pulled her closer. I angled the toy and pressed it against her pussy. It slid in so fast I was taken by surprise. She must have been very wet, I thought.
“Oh yeah, just like that, now fuck me hard.”
I took hold of her hips and began pumping. It was a bit hard at first since I had never done it before. The toy kept slipping out every so often, but after a while, we fell into a rhythm.
“Yes, yes, keep going, don’t stop, Erica,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
I wanted to try a different position so after giving her a few more deep thrusts, I pulled out and pushed her over on her side. She got the message and lay down on her back. I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders and then penetrated her again. As I fucked her I watched her boobs bounce and Paola thrashing her head from side to side. She looked so sexy and when she began to moan louder and her eyes opened they were unfocused. Her mouth was slightly open and when she began to moan again, it was in Italian. I had no clue what she was saying, but it sounded sexy.
She leaned forward and took my hands in hers and pulled me down on to her by now, hot sweaty body. I put my arms behind her head and we began to kiss her cheek while slowly fucking her deeply and slowly. Again she whispered in Italian in my ear and I kept on going. Suddenly her hips began to thrust against mine, and her fingernails dug into my back. I yelped as she scratched my back, but didn’t stop.
Her body tensed and suddenly it was very wet between us, she had squirted.
We lay on top of each other, kissing gently and enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Do you want to meet again,” she said while plucking some strands of hair from my eyes.
“Sure, I would love that.”
She kissed me again. “Let’s take another shower and then I will drive you home.”
When I opened the door to my room, the dawn light came in from the sides of the windows. Anne had pulled the drapes, but they didn’t cover all of it. I was as quiet as I could, so not to wake her up.
“How was it?” she said, in a sleepy voice.
“Amazing,” I whispered.
“Good, now go to sleep, I’ll wake you up in an hour.”
Before I closed my eyes, I wondered what Karl would think if he knew that I had fucked another woman. Knowing him, he would most likely be upset because he didn’t get to watch. I smiled in the early morning light and turned over on my side. Sleep came quickly, and I dreamt about Paola.
