It was a great opportunity for Iris. A conference in Madrid, with a side-quest for some sun and beach to the Balearic Islands. Mallorca meant a chance for her to get away from everything at home and have a luxury escape. A bit of work, and a bit of play.
Iris was more than happy to take a solo vacation, made better by the fact that work would pay for a good part of it. She loved her family, but everyone needs some time off to escape stress of everyday life. She earned it.
She arrived by plane to Madrid, navigated the airport she knew so well with its beautiful flowing wood ceiling, and found her way to the hotel, which was this time conveniently the site of her conference. It started as usual, but quickly took a turn for the better.
She met some of the up and coming stars in her field. Some were boring and really needed better mentorship, but a few were incredibly interesting and had research trajectories that were aligned with hers. She and another colleague had dinner that night with three junior scholars, and it was stimulating and invigorating. She could and did connect them with senior scholars to help them move forward with their wonderful research. It felt great and brought her so much joy.
Being Madrid in the evening in late March, it was extra wonderful. The city was alive with beautiful and friendly people, tapas were presented at a pace greater than they could take them in, cava and wine from Rioja flowed, and wonderful people were on their way to great things. It was day one and already her goals were more than met. Everything else on this trip was gravy, which she would have in plenty.
The next day was even better, with many junior scholars aiming to meet her and talk about what they were doing. She met Alejandro from Pamplona, whose research was on academic admission disparities in Spain and the surrounding regions. Xavier, a stunning young man from the Dominican Republic who recently received his PhD, but was on the job market, studied representations of his Caribbean people in Hollywood cinema and how they accessed production of mainstream films.
It was wonderful to see so many up and coming brilliant people, working so passionately, and making a difference for people of color. She gave them guidance as only she could and did what she could to advance what she and they loved and devoted their lives to.
But Iris also deserved and needed a vacation. The Balearic Islands beckoned, and when the conference was over, she breathed a sigh of relief and welcomed this break. She left her family and work behind, physically, and mentally. They would be there when she returned, this was a certainty.
She had two days on her own to enjoy herself in a paradise know for the perfect mix of relaxation and revelry. She promised her husband, Juan, that she would forget about home and enjoy it to its fullest. He fully expected her to fulfill this promise.
Iris caught a flight for Mallorca the next day, took a cab to her hotel room in Palma, on the Southern coast overlooking the bay, and settled in. She paid extra for a bit of luxury, and the hotel did not disappoint. Her room housed a king sized bed, overlooked the ocean, and the bath was luxurious to say the least. The tiled shower could easily fit three people and was outfitted with thick and soft cotton robes.
She didn’t know anybody and was at a loss as to what to do, which suited her just fine. At the least, she could enjoy the local amenities and bask in the serene pleasure on the ocean and the warm Mediterranean breeze. She spent her first night just having dinner and drinks at the hotel by the ocean and enjoying the sunset over west of the Island.
Iris awoke late the next morning and sought out a local breakfast. It took a bit to find, but the café had excellent coffee and a breakfast sandwich on sweet bread that was totally fulfilling. Her day was filled with sand, sun, food, and relaxation. In the evening, she found a nice restaurant, had dinner by herself, and went to sleep early.
She awoke early the next morning, and her day was much like the previous. It was the downtime her soul needed, but now she felt energized and was in the mood to embrace the local scene at night, wherever it might take her. At the conference she met a young scholar from Amherst named Paula who also had plans to visit Palma and was looking forward to meeting up with her late that night in a bar.
The sun set, and Palma came alive. Finding an excellent restaurant was easy. She enjoyed dinner alone, had a few drinks to let loose, and got ready to meet Paula at the nearby bar that Paula said had good music and ambiance. She met her at the appointed time at El Mejor, a relatively subdued place lit with candles and furnished in brass and dark wood, around 10 pm.
Paula was with her partner, Saul, and met Iris at the entrance. They got a table, and the atmosphere took them in, with drinks flowing, wonderful tapas, and couples dancing to wonderful local, live music. It wasn’t at all a college-level drunken bash that she feared, but rather a total celebration of music, drink, food, and immersion in the best Mallorca had to offer.
Conversation was great. They were laughing, on their second round of drinks with couples dancing around them, when Iris looked up to see none other than Xavier from the conference, at the bar. He was sipping a mojito and talking to a group of people next to him.
When he noticed Iris, his eyes lit up, and he embraced her with outstretched arms and a warm smile. He reverently introduced her to the people he was talking to, and everyone made small talk for a few minutes, but he soon began talking to her and her alone. He started talking about his work, but it soon became clear that he was not only interested in her as an academic, but in her as a beautiful woman.
He was fully focused on her, and she positively sparkled with radiance at his attention. He was so brilliant, passionate, and physically luscious, and Iris’s thoughts began going down unexpected and intimate paths.
Xavier started asking probing personal questions, trying to couch them in queries about her professional history, but he leaned into her with an unfaltering gaze into her deep brown eyes. His gaze and body language betrayed his desire and intentions. Iris was reluctant to let him on, though her wanting for him was on fire, and she grew damp as they talked.
He was smoking hot, brilliant, well-dressed, and so fucking fine to look at. She had difficulty paying attention to the thread of the conversation, instead visualizing his lips on hers.
She initially kept back, with as professional a demeanor as she could muster, and tried her best to talk about his research and professional interests, but his conversation always steered more personal. She quickly caught his drift and on instinct did not mention her family at home or anything of the sort, instead turning to playful flirtations.
He asked about her interests, personal and professional, and she answered him honestly, yet still omitting any details about her family at home. She spoke of her passions, and he listened. She talked about what she liked and disliked in the world, and he listened.
He listened with rapt attention, and his responses were spot-on. Xavier was a good and kind man. Xavier was a hot man. Xavier was Dominican, one of her people, and he was right in front of her. They were a world away from their mundane lives. Most importantly, he was burning for her, as she was now for him.
The music, which was at a pause, started again, and Xavi asked her if she wanted to dance. It was what she was hoping for, so she said yes without hesitation and a sparkle in her eye. It had been so long since she danced. Mere seconds in, however, it became obviously that it was more. He danced with her sensuously, sweetly, and lovingly. His dark brown eyes never left hers, and he paid attention to her hair, the curve of her neck, the feel of her sweet hip under his right hand, which he squeezed ever so gently while he gazed at her.
She knew that he wanted her, and completely gave in. She looked him in the eyes, mid-dance, and said nothing. Rather, Iris took a deep breath inward, one he could see her take, and breathed heavily outwards, again for him to see.
They stared at each other for a moment in time, and she looked at him and said “Is this real? What’re we going to do next?”
He wrapped his right hand around her neck, and took her waist by his left hand, drawing her to him, and whispered heavily in her ear, his voice deep with heavy intention, and said slowly, “Everything.”
With that, he took her lips with his. He wrapped his lips around her upper lip and lightly pulled on it, only for his mouth to return to hers. His lips parted for his tongue to caress the inner side of her lips, him making a gentile circle and leaving no part untouched. Their lips and tongues intertwined.
His right hand left her hips to firmly grasp her backside, while their mouths remained locked in exploration, with both their eyes closed and his hands squeezing her with passion and desire. They parted and their eyes opened, focusing on each other, and they kissed again. He pulled her against him so that she could feel his body, pressed against her.
Even in the spectacle of the dance, she could feel that he was hard. He did not hide it; it was intentional. When he knew she felt it, he backed away, looking at her and breathing heavily. He said bluntly, “I want to be with you. I can’t wait. Where can we go?”.
She snapped out of her trance and took a moment to think. Should she tell him about her family, her husband? This was what she would normally do. She lived her life transparent and upfront about her situation, not wanting drama or subterfuge in any way. Juan was not a jealous husband, and actively encouraged her to have fun and explore, but explaining this was time consuming and it might distract and derail the passion of the moment.
With Xavi facing her, she wanted nothing more than for him to take her completely, and she didn’t want anything to get in the way. So, she said nothing of this. She wanted him to make love to her, to feel him inside of her, without interference. So, she simply told him of her sweet room with a large bed nearby. She said that they should go there.
Right. Fucking. Now.
They did. Iris and Xavier briskly walked, almost running, the short distance to her hotel, and entered the room and locked the door. They both paused wordlessly, and then Iris attacked him. Her small form found untapped strength and she threw him on the bed, kissing him passionately on the mouth with her tongue everywhere it could go and moved to his ears and neck.
He returned her passion, grabbing her by the backside with one hand and across her shoulder blade with the other, squeezing hard. His right hand next shot between her exposed legs on the inside, squeezed firmly, and moved upward, her linen skirt moving with his hand. The edge of his hand touched her laced, black undergarment, soaked with her desire, and rubbed the flesh under it with a skilled hand.
His hand pressed over her sensitive sex and gave a firm, circular rub, and she audibly moaned in pleasure. She looked him in the eyes and said “We’re going to do this. You’ll have me tonight”.
She thrust him away playfully and with a laugh, and a wanton and full smile, only to come at him again.
She attacked his neck, which tasted and smelled incredible. She put her whole mouth on his throat and moved downwards. When she encountered his shirt, Iris bit down on the edge of his shirt next to a button and savagely tore outward. Buttons popped. His shirt opened halfway, and his chest was exposed.
She breathed heavily and with open eyes beheld what she had just exposed, next running her tongue over his chest, savoring his nipples and the ripples of his flesh. After a few moments of this she backed away, looked him in the eye, brimming with lust and nearly gasping for air. Iris ripped his shirt open entirely to expose his bare torso. Xavier also breathed deeply and seemingly in time with her, exposed and said very slowly, “I’m all yours.”
She tore his shirt off completely and felt his entire chest, clawing at it. Next, she next went for his belt and undid it with uncanny ease, unfastening his pants and ripping them downwards. His cock sprang out and she breathed inwards deeply as she looked upon what she had imagined since the conference.
It was so fucking hard. It was beautiful, shapely, curving upwards and just the right size for her waiting sex. It was exactly the cock she wanted to have in every way.
She looked upward at his handsome face, and his eyes were closed and mouth open. She grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth. It had been hard for her all along, and she started by putting the tip in her mouth, but quickly took it all in, moving up and down with her mouth, tasting his love and swallowing anything it had to give.
She did this for a while before he broke. He couldn’t take any more and needed to feel more of her body. He gently pushed her away while looking her in the eye with total desire.
Xavi slowly undid the buttons of Iris’s blouse until they were all unfastened and slid it off her body, throwing it across the room. Looking at her brown and smooth skin, he demanded, “take off your bra”. She did, unfastening the back and also throwing it across the room. Her exposed breasts faced him, and he put his lips on them, sucking on her nipples and furiously massaging them.
Her nipples stood at attention, and he put each of them in his mouth, sucking greedily, and putting his face between them, let out a sigh of pleasure that was muffled by her tits. He played with her breasts for a long time with his mouth and hands while she stroked his cock.
Eventually he stopped and focused on her skirt, panting with lust, with his eyes locked on the space between her legs. He didn’t take it off, but rather slid it up, slowly and sensuously, so that her black lace undergarment covering her sex was exposed. Using his teeth, he grabbed upper edge of her undergarment and pulled downwards. She angled her hips to facilitate them sliding downwards, and they slipped off her pelvis and down her legs.
Her pussy was in the open and he looked up at it when the black lace was at her knees. Her legs were together so all he could see was the beautiful triangle of ebony hair facing him surrounding a vertical slit housing wonderous treasure. Her clitoris, protruding and swollen with lust, beckoned for attention. He knew what more awaited him there and was wild with lust.
Abandoning his teeth, he grabbed her panties, tore them off her entirely, and used his hands to spread her smooth, brown legs wide. Both hands were on her inner thighs, but he slowly and sensuously moved upwards, massaging the soft skin as he did so. Her legs spread, and her cunt was open and ready for him to take it. He ran his tongue along her inner thigh, moving upwards to her most sensitive spot.
His mouth met it, and his hands opened it. He briefly gazed at her beautiful and open pussy, and immediately put his tongue on her clitoris and licked and sucked it furiously. His tongue took every part of her. He expertly ravished her clitoris, sucked delicately on each of her inner lips in turn, and thrust his tongue into her wet cunt as deep as it could go.
He fucked her with his tongue until his tongue was weak, and then continued licking and sucking every part of her. She writhed under his mouth’s pleasure and wanted more of him in her sex. She wanted his cock.
Under her command, Iris broke his mouth play. She took his face and kissed him on the mouth deeply, sucking on his tongue and tasting her sex on his mouth, while grinding her pussy on every part of him she could. 1
She pulled his pelvis close to her and demanded, “Rub me with your cock!” He did as she asked, and with his guiding hand he used his tip and the underside of his shaft to massage her clit, inner lips, and entrance, until they were dripping and ready to take his penis inside of her.
This built to a crescendo, and he was as hard he had ever been. Iris grabbed him by the base and guided it into her, neither needing nor wanting to take the time for extra lubrication. She at first took in just the tip, but his building lust couldn’t wait, and he moved more deeply into her with every slow and gentle thrust.
She was so wet that it was smooth, easy, and felt like the most natural thing in the world. After a few deepening thrusts, he was completely inside of her.
They fucked, slowly and tenderly, him moving inside of her. It was raw, with her in ecstasy at feeling him sliding and pulsing inside her cunt.
Iris was transported to another world where everything dropped away and there was only him and her and sex. When he was deep inside of her, he would rub his body on her, and she felt everything: his hard penis inside of her vagina, and his body pressing on and rubbing her fuck-needing clitoris.
Nothing else was in the world. They fucked and fucked. Time was meaningless, so neither had any idea how long this went on for, but in reality, it was a long while that they were interlocked.
In total sex they merged, and Iris, completely free with her clit under the pressure of his body and his beautiful cock moving inside of her, came to orgasm. Ripples of pleasure, starting at her clitoris and spreading deep in her pelvis, filled her whole body and mind, and she gazed in Xavi’s eyes as it happened.
Responding in total synchronicity, he came as well. Deep inside her, his cock pulsed, throbbed, and released into her with countless bursts of orgasmic lust made of white and thick fluid. It filled her with warmth and wetness, and she felt it all, muscles involuntarily contracting and pulling his semen deeper into her.
She blissfully felt it coat her inside and screamed as it happened.
He panted. She panted. They looked at each other for a while after, him still inside of her while stroking her forehead above her left eyebrow. He gave one last breath outward and withdrew from her. Though he gave much, little fluid leaked out; she had taken most of it for her own and kept it in her deepest and most inner parts.
They lay on the bed in pools of sweat for a long while, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Iris snapped out of her euphoria and looked at him one last time, and said “This was great, but I really should get to bed. I hope we can do this again”. Not knowing what to think, he kissed her sweetly and left. He knew who she was and finding her, if he set out to, would not be a problem.
Iris showered, slept deeply, and got up late the next morning to catch an afternoon flight to Madrid with a connection back to the States.
She might tell her husband everything that happened if he sufficiently begged.
