a seduction of knowing smiles and lingering glances, a romance of unspoken desire. [m/f] | 2016

Breakups are difficult, and this was my first. I was 23 and had recently separated from my ex-wife. I was in a daze, and had no idea what to do with my life. I couldn’t bare the pity in the eyes of those that loved me. When my uncle asked me if I would be willing to relocate to Barcelona to oversee the renovation of the investment property that he and another uncle of mine had purchased, I jumped at the opportunity to escape my life in California.

I had studied abroad in Italy, and visited Europe several times previously, but I wasn’t fully prepared for the reality of living alone in a foreign country without full command of the native language. It was hard, but I began to acclimate. My building was old. It’s ancient masonry crumbled around the edges, and the few utilities it had were pirated like the rest of the structures in the Gypsy slum that it inhabited.

I’m 5’ 10” half white and half Colombian, I have a runner’s body, with dark hair and caramel eyes. When I arrived I was rail thin, and ghost white from hours spent in a Library. Manual labor and the Mediterranean sun quickly added definition to my body. I had been living and working in the building for a month when family friends of my uncle came to say in one of the finished apartments for their holiday. They were a family of Peruvian expatriates living in Paris, two parents and three children ages 19, 11, and 7. The Parents spoke French and Spanish fluently, but the children only spoke French and a smattering of Spanish. Communication was difficult at first but they were patient with my broken Castilian, and were eager to help me practice.

I probably would have ignored them and continued to indulge in the depression to which I had become accustomed if it hadn’t been for Carmen, their eldest daughter. She had a dark and smoldering beauty that drew me in like nothing I had ever felt before. She was 5’ 5” with wavy brown hair that tumbled recklessly to the small of her back. Her Completion was a pale gold that quickly deepened to a sumptuous bronze. I have always been partial to willowy, porcelain girls, but Carmen was a curvy, sensuous, golden idol that radiated dark sexuality like a bed of coals.

There is nothing like pure unadulterated lust to wake you up from the doldrums of self-pity and depression. The moment I saw her I knew I had to have her. As an slightly introverted man from a traditional Catholic upbringing, and with no real means of direct communication, no woman had ever seemed so unattainable.

All the reasons I had comforted myself with as to why I could never have her crumbled to ash the first time her family invited me to the beach. Our building was a short walk from the sea, and when I finished my work I joined them. After a month in Barcelona I had become accustomed to the novelty of topless beachgoers. I was completely unprepared for Carmen. She always kept her top on at the beach, but her Bikini was like nothing I had ever seen anyone wear in all my years growing up on the beaches of Sothern California. Her ample breasts were chastely contained by her top, in comparison to her bottoms. Her thong Bikini bottoms showcased a perfect round ass, and in front, a narrow, vertical strip of cloth cut a perfect line from her lips to her hips. Somehow the exposed edges of her perfectly waxed mound was more intensely erotic than pure nudity ever could be. When I saw her in that swimsuit for the first time, my lust boiled behind my eyes, and my heartbreak was eclipsed by a need as visceral as life itself.

What ensued was a seduction of knowing smiles and lingering glances, a romance of unspoken desire. In the first week of my pursuit, I spent all my waking hours with Carmen and her family. My Spanish got better and better, and I was able to communicate some small measure about myself to Carmen and learn about her situation in the process. I learned that she did not get on well with her stepmother, and about the mistreatment she had received at the hands of other men. I was as kind and as respectful as I could be, but as a near mute, I was forced to translate my desire in a way that was almost unbearable for an introvert such as myself. Whenever I caught her eye, I would let the intensity of my gaze deepen, and I would hold it for a moment longer than I would consider proper. I returned her rare smiles with my most winning grins. Over the next week, we played in the sea together; we developed a ritual of applying lotion to one another when we would go to the beach. On the rare occasions that she stayed behind at the house while her family took in the sights, we would sit on my balcony and smoke cigarettes and drink wine over what small conversation we could coble together.

It was on one such occasion that I invited her to watch a French film that I happened to have saved on my computer. That evening when her family had gone to bed, she stealthily made her way to my apartment across the hall. The building had no air conditioning so we were both nearly naked as we reclined on my bed to watch L'Auberge Espagnole.

Her sent was intoxicating, and after the movie ended, I defeated my self. I pulled her to me, and she collapsed into my kiss. The passion was electrifying. I could taste her desire. Breathless in the summer heat I pealed her top off, freeing her perky breasts. She straddled me, returning my kisses with unbridled desire as her stiff nipples slid across my sweat-slicked chest.

I could take more when she reached down into my shorts and began to stroke my shaft. I broke our kiss and reversed our positions flipping her on to her back. I dove back into the kiss while playing with her nipples with my free hand, tracing spirals around the taught flesh of her small, dark areolas. The cadence of her kisses began to break down, and I could feel her breath become hotter and more ragged.

Disengaging, I planted a slow line of delicate kisses from her earlobe down. By the time I reached her clavicle, she was shivering. Propping myself up on my left elbow I returned to my methodical path while my right hand wandered. I kneaded her firm ass while I sucked on her nipples, and when she arched her pelvis towards me in desire, I hooked my finger around the waistband of her short shorts and panties and yanked them down to her knees in one swift motion. She gasped, breaking our kiss and I took the opportunity to indulge in the vision laid out upon on my bed. Inky locks plastered to flushed cheeks, mouth open ever so slightly, swollen breasts, flat stomach, the jut of arched hipbones, perfectly manicured sex, and sensuous legs hobbled by coiled panties.

Such as sight was almost enough to unravel me right there, but I steeled myself, and the mantel of my desire settled upon me with fiery determination. I continued to tease her nipples with my mouth while my right hand wandered, raking the soft flesh of her legs with the lightest touch of my fingernails. Breaking away, I continued the inexorable march of my kisses across her ribs and down in to the bowl of her hips. As I approached her perfect pussy my mouth was watering in anticipation. She bucked her hips towards my kisses, but I wouldn’t give her what she wanted right away. I teased her. I kissed her hips and painted patterns with my tongue on the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. When I knew she could take no more, I spread her lips and kissed her with shuddering desire. The taste of her was utterly intoxicating, lying on my belly with he legs over my shoulders; my rock hard cock pulsed against my stomach, aching for release. When I felt the first waves of orgasm hum through her body I pushed up, bringing her knees to her shoulders and my throbbing member into contact with the heat of her dripping sex. I looked deep into her eyes, and she answered my unspoken question with naked desire as she grabbed my firm buttocks and pulled all seven inches of me into her.

At first I savored her intense heat, and the depth of the position, with long methodical strokes. Her breath came hard and ragged as she pulled me deeper, raking the flesh of my back with her nails. Her desire called to mine and soon I was thrusting faster and faster. I felt another orgasm shake her body and she must have felt mine welling up as well because she stopped me, and in Spanish as broken as my own, asked me whether I had condoms. In the heat of my passion I had neglected such practical matters. I unsheathed myself and ran to my bathroom and grabbed one from my medicine bag. When I returned to the bed I could see that she had reoriented herself. She was on her knees with her shoulders on the mattress and her glorious ass high in the air. Sliding on the prophylactic I entered her from behind with another series of long deliberate strokes. She keened with intense pleasure and I could feel her clench down on me as another orgasm raked her body. She buried her face in my pillow to stifle her cries of ecstasy, reaching back with a free hand to play with her clit as she pushed against me. Thankfully some combination of the short intermission, the condom, and sheer determination prevented me from loosing it right then and there. I gathered my will and began to fuck her with a bestial hunger. I rode the razor edge of my orgasm for what seemed like an eternity as she came again and again biting down hard on my pillow and knotting the sheets with her fist. When I could stand it no longer and I finally gave in to the little death, I felt her thighs quiver in a final serge. Spent, we collapsed into the bed still locked together.

Eventually she freed herself from my embrace and I kissed her goodnight before she returned across the hall to the apartment where her family was staying. It was not our last rendezvous.