Chapter Twenty-One

From the open porch of the tiny white stucco cottage you could see the red tile roof of the hotel, a mile or so away, but no other structure of any kind. Just the sea and the sky, Curt had said, in two different shades of blue.

Curt opened the front door for her to enter, with-out using a key.

"Why isn't it locked?" she asked, stepping inside.

"Nobody locks anything in this part of the world," he said. "Apparently, nobody ever thinks seriously about stealing. Anyway, what would they do with anything they stole? Where'd you look for a fence in the town of Fuengirola?"

"You're a cynic."

"No, I'm realistic."

The living room, running the full width of the cottage, was neat and clean, furnished with a couch and chairs and a table. On the floor was a carpet of woven straw, with what looked like buzzards in flight all around the border.

"Very nice," she said. "Why aren't you moving in right away?"

"First of the month comes up next week, and these people are very neat about everything, including their bookkeeping. Also, I'm paid up at the hotel for three more days. I sent them a check for a week's reservation, way back in June."

"If you'd made reservations that far in advance, you could have gone anywhere. Why Fuengirola?

"Because I'd never heard of it, and neither had anyone else I talked to.'

"That's as good a reason as any," she said, sticking her head into the neat little kitchen. Stove. Refrigerator. Everything anyone could need. She was surprised that the place had electricity.

"What reason did you have for coming here?"

"I told you before, that's a long story.'

She opened the door to the bedroom and walked in. All the way in. There was a chest of drawers, two straight chairs, a bedside table with a lamp, and a double bed, all made up, turned down at one corner, ready for occupancy.

Curt had followed her, aimlessly, it seemed, into the room. He was close behind her as she turned, and she looked up into his face.

"Remember what you said earlier?" she asked, her heart pounding against her ribs.

"About what?"

"About doing what comes naturally?"

"I remember," he said, and his arms were around her, pulling her close, and his open mouth was over hers. It was a warm, tender kiss to start with, but all at once their tongues had come alive, and she was aware of a swelling rigidity against her stomach. She broke the soft suction of their mouths and kicked off her sandals.

"Enough of this foolish lovemaking," she said, trying to make her voice sound bold, or at least lighthearted. But there was a quiver in her tone.

"Yes," he said, pulling his shirt off over his head as he stepped out of his loafers. But swiftly as he undressed, she was swifter, sliding naked between the sheets seconds ahead of him.

Her eyes opened wide in the brief moment he stood upright after stepping out of his undershorts. He had a glorious cock, the best she'd seen in her cram course of the last two weeks. It was easily as long as Chris's, maybe .longer, and much thicker, with a purple tinge to the swollen, glistening-hard head. If she'd seen that mammoth shaft protruding from the body of any man but Curt, she'd have been frightened.

But as it was, she was filled only with anticipation, waiting to be filled with much more. As Curt arched over her in the classic pose, she spread her legs wide and reached down with one hand to guide his fine, big cock to the portals of her pussy. Once the head was fully imbedded in the warm welcoming wetness, her last doubt disappeared.

She lay back joyfully, her hands clasped behind Cult's neck, and sighed as the rest of the thick, rigid dork slid slowly into her eager, open twat.

Curt stopped his progress when he was not more than halfway in by her estimation.

"You want it all?' he asked softly. "I don't want to hurt you, this first time."

"All of it," she said. "Every thick, lovely inch."

He pressed it the rest of the way home, then, until their matted damp hair was jammed fiat together, their pelvic mounds hard against each other. Then he withdrew his cock, all but the hard swollen head, and held himself that way for a long moment.

"Please?" she said, looking up at him, and he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. Her hips responded involuntarily, matching his rhythm, adding a few wriggles and twists all on their own as she contracted her inner cunt lips to squeeze his cock fondly at the deep end of each long, thrusting stroke.

She had no idea how long it went on. She lost all track of time, and when she finally reached orgasm, moaning her joy, Curt came with her, and she knew it was no accident. He'd waited for her.

All she could think, as she drifted off drowsily into something like sleep in the bright, sunlit room, was that she'd never known anything could be so good.