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Her SundayDay One *quot;Sí, lo quiero*quot;, that said, the flat was mine. The furnished flat was perfect, just off Plaza Traginers in Barcelona's Gothic quarter, a few minutes walking distance from the excitement of La Rambla, yet the area was still quiet. The Gothic Cathedral was quite nearby and I could relish an intriguing view of the Roman walls from the delightful terrace off the master, from which I could also enjoy the cool morning with some tea, and afternoons with a cool drink in hand. It was a bit pricey, but with this location I could walk to the beach as well as the Pompeu Fabra University to keep my expenses down. Turning back from the view off the terrace, I returned my attention to the owner, a delightful silver haired matron with an intricately carved cane. Her gaze grew into a warm smile as my words sank in; it reminded me of a gaze my grandmother might have had. *quot;Then, ?Pasión en la Noche? is yours.*quot; Looking delighted, she continued, *quot;When I was a young lady I lived right here in this apartment, I found love here... or perhaps it was love that found me.? She paused, perhaps to reflect on that love, ?So when years later I found it was available, I had to own it. It had brought passion into my life, and I knew it would bring passion into others. Thus, I have named it, ?Pasión en la Noche? to forever remind me of the passion I found here that wonderful night.*quot; She winked mischievously, *quot;I think there is magic here, in this apartment. As I gaze at you, I believe perhaps you will find a passionate lover as well.*quot; I could only smile back; not having the heart to tell her I was here for work and that finding ?Pasión en la Noche? was just not on my to-do list. Although born in Melbourne, Australia, I had been studying in UK, and was here from the School of Archaeology at the University of Oxford . I was completing my doctorate thesis in archaeology, and hoped to review findings of fossil remains found in Denisova Cave to verify the analysis completed by Pompeu Fabra University. The fossil remains have been determined to be of a different evolution and could become a new group of hominids previously unknown in the area. Yet beyond that, I secretly wanted to examine a possible link of their genetic grouping to a seemingly unrelated find in South America. Although geographically separated, there was a oneness in the cave drawings that I felt was beyond mere coincidence. My passion was already found and it consumed me, thus I had no time for another love? or passion. Returning to Hotel Ramblas, I packed up my suitcases and checked out. As it always was, the street outside was alive. Clubs, restaurants, street vendors, sidewalk artists and human statues all competed for my attention. So many people, music coming from every direction, the aromas of delicious food, the multitude of languages and accents, and the atmosphere of life was nearly a sensory overload. I would have loved to walk, but with almanbahis şikayet so many bags, I really needed a taxi. Arriving in front of my new home, it glanced up at my building, the bougainvilleas draped over the window ledge, almost obscured the placard ? Pasión en la Noche?. The taxi driver was more than helpful and together we hauled my suitcases up the three flights of stairs to my flat. He politely refused my offer of a tip, saying such a beautiful young lady should never pay for simple courtesy. Finally in my apartment, my eyes took in my new home. But time was not to be wasted and so I immediately took my suitcases to my bedroom. Within a few minutes I had filled the wardrobe... it did so feel like ?home?. ?I so loved Barcelona.? Satisfied, I headed to the shower, peeling off my pullover, tugging down my jeans as I walked, and leaving a trail of clothing across the master leading into the bath. Glad that my breasts could manage a day without a bra, I slipped out of my panties and jumped into the shower. The water was cool, instantly bringing my nipples to attention, but slowly warmed up as I massaged the soap over my body. The soap had a lotion quality to it and I felt a tingling sensation as I massaged it on my breasts. My legs and bum felt tired from the day and kneading my bum helped relieve some of the soreness, my neat landing stripe was still trimmed but I grabbed my razor anyway and starting soaping myself thoroughly. The tingling sensation had now spread to my vagina and my lips were pulling back revealing my clitoris was quickly becoming engorged. ?God, it's been too long.? I thought as I quickly razored myself. ? Still, I do have a nice velvet purse... Too bad I didn't have a nice thick member to fill it... Stop that!? I forced myself to adjust the water to cold, and quickly rinsed off, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. Although late afternoon, the light from the window still shown on my curves and as I dried off, I reflected on my body in the full-length mirror. My legs were long, rather slender. Men seemed to like them, but I wished I had a bit more muscle. Well, at least they did have good tone and my skin glistened like alabaster. My bum was full, I always thought it too full, but then the Italian men had always tried to pinch me when I had visited Sicily. I did have a nice tummy, I hadn't eaten and it was almost concave. I loved my breasts, I had inherited them from my mother, and although not large they were full and firm with pinkish brown areola. Still soft, my puffy nipples had always seemed to stiffen when I was even slightly aroused. They had caused a few embarrassing moments but I was still more than satisfied with the way I looked. I pouted my full lips and peered into my deep brown eyes, *quot;I should be able to have any man I desired, but where were they? Ahh? I hadn't the time anyway.*quot; I snuggled into my terry cloth robe, loosely cinching the almanbahis canlı casino belt and headed out to the kitchen. Opening a fresh bottle of Barton and across the courtyard I could see customers entering a small pub called La Luna de Júpiter for an evening drink. As I sipped the deliciously soft texture of the wine I savored the atmosphere and felt the last vestiges of the sunset warming my pussy. ?My pussy? I never called it that.? I looked down and realized my robe had fallen open and my velvet purse was now peeking out to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight. Well, I doubted anyone could really see me, much less my little pussy. The wine had relaxed me and the late sun had warmed my lips, thus they opened, letting my clitoris enjoy the warmth as well. Looking across the courtyard, I searched the neighboring windows and terraces but saw only darkened windows. Well, all but one, it seemed to be a bath and I could see a man within. From my vantage point I could see directly into his shower. He was just stepping into it and I couldn't help but notice his broad shoulders, he looked muscular but was still quite lean. He looked like a gymnast, no, more masculine than that; he made me think of a cat, a powerful jungle cat, strong, silent and dangerous. He had a washcloth and was vigorously scrubbing his back, shoulders and chest. Feeling a little guilty, I raised my head slightly and could see how taut his bum was as he worked the washcloth over it, massaging it. He turned somewhat and I could suddenly see his manhood; it was large, as if he had just had sex and was still engorged with blood. It was thick, really thick, and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel in me. Subconsciously, my hand had moved to my now open thighs, and my fingers were softly massaging my slit as I watched him. I realized how moist I had become. My clitoris was engorged and each tender stroke further excited me. I bit my lip, and then moistened it with my tongue, imagining his cock against my lips, my tongue tasting his pre-cum. With my other hand I found my nipples, and slowly started to pinch, pull and knead them; one, then the other as I imagined his lips softly teasing them as I ground my hands through his light brown hair. He turned further toward me and I could see his brown chest hair, extending down toward his stomach which although without hair was ripped with firm muscles. He seemed to look directly at me as if he knew I was there, yet I knew I was by then well hidden in the dark. He continued with the soap and the washcloth, and was now washing his cock, that beautiful cock. He stroked it as he was washing it, and I could see it become even thicker, stiffer and harder? I could not tear my eyes away. I was now sliding my fingers into my slit and my breath was becoming rapid as I watched him, in the shower, slowly stroking his cock. I looked into his eyes, then back, his cock was hypnotizing almanbahis casino me and I felt every stroke as he continued slowly stroking his cock. My own rhythm matched his, my fingers sliding into me, with each stroke deeper than the last. I now had several of my fingers sliding inside and as my palm pounded my cervix, I could feel his balls slap against me, each stroke sending me into momentary oblivion. I could feel my tension building, stronger and stronger as I watched him continue to stroke his delicious cock. I wanted him to pound me quicker, faster, to push me over? the precipice, but he continued as he was, slowly and with seeming total self-control. I had lost control to his strokes and could not move my hand quicker than his; and was ensnared while he continued to slowly stroke his cock. God, I wanted to grab his ass and pull him in me, roll over and straddle him, ride him, massage his chest and bite his nipples, I wanted to do to him as he was doing to me, no more, I wanted to fuck his brains out! It was too much, my desire to have him had won, I closed my eyes as I saw myself riding upon his shaft, and felt the first wave of orgasm hit me like a drug-induced rush. My stomach muscles spasmed, my pussy clamped tight around my fingers, it didn't stop, and wave after wave pushed through my body. I could feel the heat from his semen filling me, each spasm drove him more into me. I was like a small raft, caught in a hurricane, seemingly endless waves washed over my body, thru my body, each pushing me to draw him into me, feeling his hot semen spurting into me, our spasms matched by our passion. I don't know how long I continued like that, it seem to go on forever, I had never climaxed like this before, my eyes remained closed as I continued to feel our pulsations course through my body. The waves eventually lessened and although I was still out of breath, I was relaxed, I felt so warm as my body glistened with the sweat from my passion, our passion. My scent was now musky, like a moist cavern of spices, ?God, I smelled like sex! Intoxicating, moist, sweet, spicy, hot passionate sex. Sensuously delicious.? Finally regaining my senses, I opened my eyes. Still there, he was drying off from his shower, as though nothing had happened and I didn't exist. I felt he had seen me, yet I knew he couldn't have. I had seen him staring toward me, had he seen me? Yet, through the dark, how could he? ?Had he really been looking at me?? Finishing drying off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and started to walk out of the bath, then at the last moment he turned, looked out the window, and I could swear he looked directly at me, and then he smiled?. and turned out the light. - - - - - - - - - - - - -His SundayDay One It had been a long flight from Florida to Barcelona, the TSA was doing their best to ensure no one would ever enjoy flying again. I was surprised that they pulled a very elderly couple out of the line for further examination, but knew better than complain. Modern society is teaching us not to get involved with the plight of others. Fortunately, I got through without incident and although boring, the flight was at least not invasive.