Olá Ch. 02

This story will make more sense if you've already read Olá. It contains a lot more role play, which can be a powerful aphrodisiac, but historical accuracy is often unimportant in moments of lust and passion!

All participants are over 18, in fact were late thirties at the time.

"Sir Galahad?"

The voice from behind had familiarity to it but who? Why? Where? It took a moment or two to dawn on me: last summer in a beach town here in Portugal!

The girl who had hailed me from the balcony of her holiday let. The girl who had invited me up because I had gin and she had tonic. The girl whose flat mate, Angie was it? was doing some serious duvet surfing with Mr Beach Bar in the next room which, for some inexplicable reason, contained her reserve supply of gin.

It had been a very memorable encounter and Jess and I had consumed a couple of G & Ts while getting to know each other and, I confess, I drank in her obvious assets as she went to fetch the glasses and then the refills.

The first thing I had noted about her was that her crop top hung free from the upper curves of her not inconsiderable chest, barely concealing it. However, being a self confessed bum man, the rear view was spectacular. The cut off denim shorts were only just decent, and the crease of her buttocks peeked out from below each leg. However the icing on the cake was when she sat on the low settee opposite me, the view up the legs of those ever so short shorts was most revealing. No knickers.

The combination of two very stiff gins, the none too well concealed charms of the girl sitting opposite me, with no knickers, not to mention the rather obvious mating sounds emanating from next door, was definitely having an effect on my libido.

Although I was quite enjoying the sound effects from Angie and Mr Beach Bar, and what man doesn't find the sounds of humans having recreational sex erotic, Jenna had persuaded me to go for a walk on the beach.

Our conversation and game of truth or dare got more and more intimate as the night wore on. She had labeled me as a perv for enjoying the sounds of Angie's bedroom antics and a 'post grad perv' for noticing she wasn't wearing any knickers.

The evening had taken a bolder turn with some spontaneous medieval role play, with me as Sir Galahad, for providing the gin, and her as a wench claiming, improbably enough, to be a maid.

How could I forget?

"Jenna? Jenna, the wench who ran out of gin?"

"The very same Sire," she intoned, slipping back into character for a second. I was glad to see she had retained the short almost boyish hairstyle, and was wearing a very similar crop top, under which her generous breasts were undulating delightfully, as she hurried down the steep cobbled path to catch up with me.

"What brings you back to Burgau?"

"Another holiday, but this time without the over libidinous Angie! What abut you?"

"I live here full time now. I fell in love with the place and, as I can work from anywhere with decent internet, this is that anywhere."

"Lucky old you!" As she slipped her arm into mine as if we were old friends just going to the beach.

We did some general catching up and were obviously enjoying each other's company so I ventured.

"Well wench, desirest thou to join me for the evening repast?"

"Still on with that medieval bit then?"

"As I recall, you started it by calling me Sir Galahad, for rescuing a maiden in distress for want of gin!"

"Indeed Sire, I did, and now every time I hear the word swive, I get the most delicious feeling in my lower belly."

"Ah yes, old English has its charms, swive is lest blunt than fuck but just as meaningful."

"In fact," she continued, " I haven't been able to watch a medieval play without getting shall we say, a little excited and have enjoyed learning some of their more playful sexual terms."

"Well I know just the place for dinner then. It's very traditional Portuguese food, set back from the coast, and is modelled on a castle."

"I think I'd like that."

Arrangements were made and when I collected her she looked stunning. She wore a sheerest of sheer patterned dresses, with an improbably long slash up one thigh. It was quite obvious that her breasts were still unencumbered by they way they undulated beneath the silky fabric, drawing attention to her prominent nipples.

We drove up the precipitous winding road into the hills. The restaurant didn't have a moat, or a draw bridge, but it did have stone walls and impressive crenelations.

"Is Sir Galahad sure this is a restaurant? It looks more like somewhere an old rué might bring a maiden for carnal pleasure!"

"'Tis in fact both. The restaurant serves the finest of victuals and if the wench were to be tempted to rest over, they have an assortment of comfortable chambers."

"So thou hast planned my seduction already. I feared Sire's plan might not end at the dinner table."

"Feared? Downfall? I mind myself of the time when the wench surrendered her virtue willingly, and I accepted her gift with gratitude."

"'Tis less than chivalrous for a knight to imply that I am a maiden of easy virtue."

"Methinks maiden to be too nice a term. Maiden suggests a girl who has not yet lain with a man. No, methinks wench is more appropriate. A wench with many fine attributes I'll allow, but a wench none the less."

We were greeted at the door by the Maitre, who showed us to the balcony and offered us an aperitif. This had a stunning outlook over the steep valley that eventually led to the ocean.

"What a view?"

"Fantastic, isn't it? And at this time of year you can just see the sun setting over the ocean to the right."

As she moved over to the edge of the balcony, I stood behind her drinking in the aroma of her perfume. Not only were her breasts unencumbered, but the long split up her skirt, and the absence of a visible panty line, hinted that, apart from her shoes, the dress was all she wore.

The temptation to place my hands on her haunches was almost irresistible, to feel the yielding flesh through the thin material, and to confirm my suspicions. Why was knowing so important? The thought that all that stands between me and the voluptuous, totally naked Jenna, was that one slip of fabric, was beyond erotic.

"So what is the interesting décor of these rooms then?"

"You'll see after dinner."

"That's a bit bloody presumptuous!"

"No, no you misunderstand. Rui says he will show us round, he's very proud of his themed rooms, but he's busy at the moment."

"Ooops!"

The conversation continued along the medieval line.

"For instance, a maid wearing her hair long is alleged to have been a sign of availability, and a man commenting on a wench's 'fine neck' had little to do with her neck. In modern parlance it meant great tits."

"How on earth do you know this level of trivia?"

Eventually I revealed that I was a member of an Arthurian society, which was slightly ironic as she had first hailed me as Sir Galahad a year or so ago.

"It is even more ironic as Sir Galahad was one of the only knights pure enough to see the Holy Grail."

At this she almost choked on her aperitif.

"You? Pure? Clearly I chose the wrong knight? Who would have been a better choice?"

"Well, Lancelot perhaps? He was busy swiving Guinevere. Arthur knew all about it and apparently didn't mind."

"Lance-a- lot?" she intoned with a smirk, "surely that's something of a pun?

"Attitudes to sex were somewhat more open then. Most people didn't even have a private place to sleep, or to fornicate for that matter. The vast majority of sex took place in public, dimly lit for sure, either in a small one room cottage with the extended family, or by the embers of a dying fire in a courtyard."

"So a bit like a modern cheap holiday resort," she smirked.

We returned to the table and spent some more time discussing our now mutual interest in the medieval, when Rui came over and handed me a key.

"Please, inspect the Guinevere room at your leisure."

"Guinevere Room?" Said Jenna, "This has to be more than a coincidence!"

"Certainly, Rui is also a member of the Arthurian Society here in Portugal. His hotel caters for all those interested in a bygone era. Medieval, Middle Ages etc."

We made our way to the room. As the huge oak door swung open, she gasped.

"This place is a shrine to sex!"

There was a huge four poster bed of carved oak, dominating the space, with huge mirrors and frescoes all over the walls. Naked ladies of very generous proportions, were cavorting across the ceiling, pursued by men whose sexual intentions were somewhat obvious.

"Rui thought we might find this room interesting. It is in fact a bridal suite and the paintings are clearly designed to keep the happy couple fully informed of what is expected of them."

"...but it's positively pornographic!"

"I know. Delightfully frank, don't you think?"

"Deliciously erotic, but who stays here?"

"Rui tells me it's booked solid in the summer. Members of societies, honeymooners, people away for a tryst, or just a dirty weekend."

"And does Sir Galahad find it to his taste?"

"Lancelot might." And we both giggled.

Back at the table a waiter brought the wine list and I ordered a bottle of sparkling water for me and a glass of crisp Alentejo white for Jenna.

"No wine for you?" She said quizzically.

"Not before driving back down that winding road to the coast."

She looked over the rim of her glass with a mischievous smile.

"It would be a shame not to enjoy a glass of wine with dinner, in such a beautiful setting, with sumptuous chambers, particularly as I won't be needing a driver tonight!"

We enjoyed a feast of fresh fish grilled over an open fire, and yes, accompanied by wine. A frisson of excitement ran back and forth across the table as we both knew that the mystery of that dress was not going to remain a secret for very much longer.

When we finally finished our meal Jenna slipped back into character.

"Sir Galahad, or should I say Sir Lancelot, 'twas an excellent repast. Couldst thou now escort me to my chamber for I would take my rest."

We made our way to the room with the huge oak door. As it swung open she glided ahead of me into the dimly lit room. The whole place was bathed in candle light with the huge mirrors causing a multitude of reflections, it was beyond romantic.

She turned, and bade me close the door.

"Sir Knight, I fear that thou hast misjudged me gravely. Doest thou not notice my apparel? Does not the light shimmer on the silken fabric? Doest thou not notice my jewellery? Thinkest thou some ordinary wench can afford such luxuries? Remind me, Sir knight, what is the name of this chamber?"

"Why, Guinevere of course?"

"Indeed, Guinevere, for I am she, and this is my private chamber, you stand before your queen. Kneel knight and make thy apology?"

I bent to kneel on one knee, "Majesty! In truth I could not have known. My humblest of apologies."

"Arise Sir Lancelot, I have for thee, a task of the utmost importance. My lord, your master, the King, cares little for swiving, whereas I myself, find the act to be most pleasurable."

"Yes majesty."

"You are here at my behest, to pleasure me, and you will most definitely succeed. Understand?"

"Yes, majesty."

"Remove thy garments that I may inspect thy form. I would that it pleases me."

Jenna made a formidable queen and I was getting quite into the role play which was getting most erotic. She kicked off her shoes and beckoned me.

"Come, assist me with my robe."

I stood behind her, erection already well under way, as I undid the fastening of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She turned round, stark naked. Her breasts were even more delightful than I remembered, full and firm with prominent nipples in the midst of large dark areolae.

The temptation to run my hands over them was totally irresistible, and as I did so, they swelled under my palms. The treat was now to come, I allowed my hands to wander over her buttocks and the close cropped hairs on her mons.

"Sir knight, I confess the royal cunt is fast making preparations for the invasion of thy member. I sense dampness between my legs, eager to take the fullness of thy glistening love cudgel, but first I would have you graze my lawn with thy mouth and tongue, that I may flow freely with my juice of desire, and offer not the slightest impediment to your insertion."

She moved over to the bed, lay down on her back, raised her knees slightly and spread her thighs.

"To task Sir Lancelot, to task."

I didn't need a second invitation. Standing there naked with a full erection, gazing at the slightly parted lips of her already glistening sex. I knelt at the end of the bed and breathed out hot air across her labia before nuzzling them gently with my lips.

The combination of my nibbling and the hot breath on her damp skin, obviously produced the desired effect. Even before I started with my tongue, she was lifting her buttocks off the bed and pressing her mons towards my face, in search of deeper stimulation. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and forced it downwards.

"Lick my cunt, knave. Lick my cunt and drink of my lust."

I had no choice as she forced my head down, so I used my tongue lightly on her clit as she thrashed her head from side to side in obvious delight.

"Your queen is ready. Take me Lancelot, spear me with thy Dard of Love, let me feel thy member within my belly, and our joy as you plant your seed deep within me. 'Grind my corn' Lancelot.....

"Swive me: Nay fuck me: Fuck me fast and hard....

"Make me scream like a common wench, for my cunt aches for thy cock."

I slid slowly up her body while enjoying her magnificent breasts and gently pinching her nipples. My cock slid easily into her flowing sex without the slightest help from either of us. She gasped as I entered and grasped my buttocks forcing me in as deep as I could go.

I 'ground her corn' with rapid movements in and out, her hands forcing me ever deeper and her buttocks rising off the bed to meet my every thrust. We fucked fast and furious, my balls slapping against her buttocks on each stroke.

We were so wound up by all the role play, the anticipation over dinner and the general ambiance, that it didn't last long. I delivered my seed forcefully, as commanded. We basked in the afterglow for a short while, but only a short while.

"I have not finished with thee yet, Sir knight. I crave more of your lustful swiving. I see I shall have to play thy Silent Flute with my willing lips, that it may return to its full glory, and again pleasure me in Grinding My Corn."

She went down on me and took my shrinking cock in her mouth, stared up the bed into my eyes as she sucked hard to bring me back to full erection.

"Your queen takes much pleasure savouring the taste of our lust, the flavour of your seed mixed with the juice of my arousal."

The lecherous looks, erotic language, combined with the role play, slowly brought me back to life, particularly when she started licking the sensitive join of my frenulum.

When she had produced a working erection, she crawled up the bed, straddled my cock and said.

"Now it is my turn in the saddle! I shall ride thee into battle chevauchait, impaled on thy member and take my royal pleasure as Sir Lancelot fondles my breasts and strokes my nipples.

"At the moment of my release thou shalt pinch my nipples firmly that my pleasure may course through my breasts, down my belly and into the depths of my cunt."

She road on with the skill of a practiced horseman, rising as far as was possible while still keeping my cock within her muff, then lowering herself onto my hips with all her weight, so that the penetration was deeper than I ever thought possible.

Frequently, she ground her clit against the base of my cock before returning to the rising trot, often with her hands behind her neck, thrusting her breasts forward.

I took the hint and stroked them with the palms of my hands. As I noticed her facial expression change, I took each nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.

"Yes!

"Like that......

"I'm nearly there.....

"So nearly there.....

"Pinch!

"Harder. HARDER!"

There followed a series of guttural sounds, accompanied by a clamping sensation on my cock, as she collapsed on top of me. The last thing I remember hearing before we fell asleep was.

"Oh FUCK! That was special, really so, so special."

I awoke to the sensation of Jenna getting out of the large four poster bed and making her way to the window. She threw back the curtains and the daylight flooded in, illuminating her naked form. She turned slowly, giving me the full benefit of views of her magnificent buttocks and formidable breasts, and came over to the bed.

She kissed me passionately as she sat on the edge and threw back the covers.

"Jenna wants to shag! A nice slow languorous, good morning shag."

She turned towards the base of the bed, lowered her head to my crotch, and gently sucked my still limp cock into her willing mouth. As she did so, she managed to roll her legs onto the bed, straddle my face and lower her sex onto my face. I could still smell the musky erotic aroma of our lustful evening as my cock responded to her ministrations.

We sixty nined until my cock was fully erect and her prominent clit had emerged expectantly from its natural cover. After the prolonged antics of the previous night I was in no danger of coming, so we enjoyed our mutual oral attention until she was flowing freely.

Eventually she rolled off and lay there spreadeagled.

"This time I promise I'll tell you when I am about to cum."

I knew that this was a reference to the sex last summer when I had inserted a finger into her bum. I had asked her to tell me when she was about to cum, so that she could experience the amazing sensation of my finger being pulled out during her orgasm, only to be told.

"Too late: way too late."

I rolled on top for a gentle missionary fuck. My erect cock slid easily into her as my hands reached round her buttocks. A finger located the moistness around her cunt, and I spread it gently around her rose. As we fucked, and when I judged she was sufficiently lubricated, I applied gentle pressure until she relaxed and my finger slid inside, initially only to the first knuckle, then, as she got used to the sensation I pressed further until she had taken the full length. As we fucked, my finger sensed every stoke of my cock as it made its way gently in and out.

"Oh fuck, that is so good.

"I feel so full......

"It is so fucking delicious.......

"Go deeper......

"Oh god yes......

"Like that......

"Oh fuck....

"Oh fuck...

"I'm going to cum...

"Just......

"Just....

"Oh fuck yes...

"Now!"

I very slowly withdrew my finger and I felt her muscles close behind it, just as the muscles in her cunt spasmed around my cock. There was no doubting what had just happened. If her contractions hadn't said it all, her yell removed any vestige of doubt, and triggered my release.

We rolled to one side, still coupled, and lay together for a while as my erection gradually subsided and I slipped out of her.

"Breakfast!" She exclaimed, "Sex usually gives me an appetite and I'm absolutely fucking famished!"

After a fortifying breakfast, we got in the car for the winding drive back to Burgau. Her hand rested on my thigh, slightly higher up than just as a friendly gesture and I enjoyed its warmth.

"I really enjoyed last night," she said, and gripped my thigh as we took a particularly sharp corner. "Role play made it so erotic. I felt able to use language as Guinevere that I would never use with a new lover, and being able to demand that 'Lancelot lick my cunt' was so empowering."

"You make a fantastic Guinevere, I have to admit, and Lancelot revelled in obeying his queen. You really took the role by the horns! Do you have other fantasies or roles that you might enjoy?"