What Happens in Spain Ch. 02

Big Friends and Little Friends

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"Cervesa?" Ryan asked pointing his finger at each in turn. Four Si's and yeses turned into an order for "Cinco Cervesa's."

"You know a bit more Spanish than just "where is the bathroom"," Irene teased, as he set a bottle in front of her and slid into the seat beside her.

He laughed. "Yeah, but not a whole lot more. I took Spanish in high school but, if you never get to use it, you never get comfortable with it. I understand a lot of what people are saying but I can't think fast enough to converse in it."

It became their nightly ritual; back to the hotel, shower or change, meeting for a drink, always checking out a different bar or pub, and then on to somewhere else later in the evening for dinner together. In the mornings, they'd all meet for breakfast in the hotel, and then off to the office. Somehow, most of the time, she always ended up sitting next to Ryan, but it wasn't until Tuesday that it meant anything to her. "Ryan sure seems to have taken a liking to you," Tina casually said as she was stripping off her clothes to head for the shower after work.

"I... really?" She said, slightly taken aback, suddenly realizing that the only times he'd ever sat anywhere except next to her had been when the seats were all taken when he arrived.

"You haven't noticed?" Tina said, dropping her blouse onto the bed and reaching up, unhooking her bra, dropped it on the bed also. Irene had been a bit surprised at Tina's lack of modesty the first day, when she'd stripped out of her clothes and walked naked into the bath and then returned afterward, drying her hair with a towel, making no effort to cover herself.

"No, I really hadn't." She couldn't help observing Tina's perky breasts with their ever-present erect nipples, for probably the 20th time, wishing hers were smaller and more petite like that.

"Well, sure looks like that to me." Bending to the dresser she opened it and pulled out a clean thong. Irene had never owned thong underwear, but they were all that Tina had. She'd found in the previous two days that Tina, a) wouldn't put on a bra and often not even a shirt until they were ready to go out, and b) didn't mind walking around in just her panties, sometimes less. Tina had confessed that she really didn't like bras, particularly in that she really didn't need one for support. She said she only ever wore them at home to go to work; weekends, or around the house, she never wore a bra. She also confessed that she really liked thong underwear, the closest to not having any on at all. Irene took off her outer clothes, but took clean underwear into the shower with her, putting them on before coming back out. Although she didn't mind Tina seeing her nude, she just wasn't used to going naked all the time.

That evening, cognizant of the idea since Tina had said it, she saw that Ryan had an option of where to sit and noticed he chose to sit next to her at dinner. He could have sat across the table, but had maneuvered to her end, sliding into the chair next to her. Carefully, during dinner, she sized up this man whom she had to admit she found more than just moderately attractive. She'd already found out that he worked out every morning in the fitness center; Tina had filled her in on that activity as she did the same. Now as she paid a bit more attention, the first thing she noticed was his smell. Leaning into him to say something to Sherry, she recognized his distinctive, clean, smell. Whether it was his shampoo or soap or deodorant or perhaps a cologne, she realized that she liked it. Later when he excused himself and went to the toilet, returning he put his hand on her shoulder to slip back into his seat, and whether she just didn't notice before or not, she felt his leg touch hers, and although he could have moved over a bit towards Sherry, removing the touch of his leg, he didn't. Was it just her imagination? Probably - or at least she thought so until she glanced across the table at Lori. She didn't make any indication that she'd noticed anything other than her eyes were twinkling, and then she raised and lowered one eyebrow.

The feel of Ryan's leg against hers, knowing that he must have been doing it purposely; Tina's suggestion that he had been showing interest in her, and his smell - especially his smell - had her imagination doing flip flops. She shouldn't be interested in another man; she was married (happily she would have said), but still, that perhaps a man was interested in her? After all these years? She had to admit it was good for her ego.

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It was a weekday, when she was unexpectedly alone, that she finally got to try out her new friend for the first time. The girls were away, spending the night at a slumber party. Oscar had gone to work in Madrid and been caught up with work, he wouldn't be back until the next night. When she'd gotten the call at work from Oscar that afternoon, she'd realized she would finally have a chance to break out and try her friend without chance of interruption. It had been arousing, and frightening, just to finally get the monstrous cock out and feel it in her hands without someone else, Maria or the sales clerk, there. She'd played with it without "playing" with it, feeling it in her hands, it's weight, it's length, its girth. She held it two handed, one above the other, the diameter filling her hands; the base extended out of her bottom hand, the cock head from her upper hand. This wasn't just "seemingly" much larger than Oscar, there was no doubt.

If she held Oscars cock in one hand, her hand against the base, against his stomach, there was no way that his cock extended through her upper hand; this cock was gigantic compared to her husbands. Taking it to the sink she started with washing it, soap and warm water allowing her to caress it. She was amazed at how truly life-like it was, how it so much resembled her husband's cock - only circumcised and bigger. She dried it with a towel and took it back over to the bed. Reaching for the bottle of lube, she absently held the cock in one hand while she read the instructions on the water-soluble lube bottle. Satisfied, she put the bottle on the night stand, realizing that the cock in her hand had a nice feel to it, a heft, a solidness that was aesthetically pleasing. She was about to put a little of the lube on the cock, when curiosity struck her. Picking up the cock she first closed her eyes and brought it to her cheek.

She knew what her husband's cock felt like; she'd rubbed his erection on her face before: against her closed eyes, against her nose, across her lips. She did the same thing now with this cool hardness. Against her lips, without really thinking about it, she pursed them, opening slightly so the wet inner surface of her mouth added lubrication. Without thinking about it she slightly opened her mouth more, her tongue joining in the exploring before she slipped it between her lips. Instantly, she knew the difference between Oscar's real-life cock - the only one she'd ever had in her mouth, and this plastic replica. Having to stretch her lips wider, opening her mouth wider than she ever had for her husband, left a funny feeling in her stomach. Not good, not bad, just a certain excitement she'd never felt after 17 years of marriage and occasionally pleasuring her husband that way. She easily slipped 4 cm between her lips, then 5, reaching as much as she'd ever done with her husband, realizing the vast majority of the plastic cock was still outside her mouth. I wonder how much Maria takes in her mouth when she sucks Albert? drifted through her mind.

She took the dildo from her mouth and turned on the bed, making herself comfortable. Reaching down with her hand she found her clit and lips were dry but found a moist heat when her finger penetrated her vagina. The way she normally masturbated, pressing on and around her clit, she didn't necessarily need any lubrication outside, but mindful of Maria's suggestion attempted to spread some of her wetness. It worked, but rapidly dissipated each time she dipped her fingers inside herself and pulled them out. Looking over to the bed stand she rolled sideways and reached for the small bottle, pulled the cap, and added several drops to her fingers. Immediately she felt the difference, the skin of her fingers slipped frictionlessly against each other. Reaching down she touched her clit, the frictionless sensation sending a lightning bolt through her brain. She didn't hesitate again, sitting up a bit she held the bottle down to her pussy and dribbled several drops onto her most sensitive parts. Recapping the bottle, she just dropped it on the bed and began to spread the drops of lubricant.

Immediately the difference was phenomenal. The sensual pleasure of her fingers against her clit, touching but not, pressing hard but slipping away, was different and more pleasurable than she'd ever experienced. The pleasure drew her in, her body wanting more, demanding more. Her fingers danced on and around her clit, demanding more pressure than what the lubricant would allow. Dipping her fingers into her own juices, she found that they had multiplied; she easily now drew her own wetness up onto her clit, mixing with the artificial lube, returning extra slipperiness that she hadn't even realized was dissipating. With the extra slipperiness her fingers easily slid away, doing the opposite of what she knew she wanted and increasing her bodies desire to be touched. In desperation she reached for the monster cock lying beside her on the bed. She no longer contemplated it, just reached down and pressed it between her lips, sliding it against her clit, back and forth, up and down, driving her higher up the cliff than she'd ever been before.

She held the hard shaft against her clit and rubbed. Not up and down from head to toe, but back and forth, her clit flipping slightly from side to side as it ran over the center point of the nearly perfect penis. Each time the cock rode over center, a jolt of electricity sent her one step higher up to the precipice, her back arching to press herself against this massive intrusion into her life, her body desiring something it had never had... until she jumped from the cliff. Or was it that she fell? Or was she pushed? Her mind exploded, her body quivering as it never had before. Her orgasm washed over her, her hand slowly pushing the monster back and forth, eliciting a sharp contraction in her stomach each time her clit flipped free.

Her hand stilled, stopped, the cock still held gently against her clit. With the hard-plastic phallus resting against her clit she could feel a slight throbbing, something she'd never recognized before. Her body gradually relaxed, right up until she moved her hand to put the massive cock beside her on the bed. Just the motion of pulling it away was enough against her now hypersensitive clit to make her realize she'd never done with this monster what she'd bought it for, to slip it inside herself, to pretend she was being fucked by... by what? By a cock? No, she got that from her husband, for whatever that was worth. Size is for pleasure she heard Maria's voice in her head.

The rounded head of the plastic dick easily slipped between her lips, but this time instead of concentrating on her clit, she was pushing it against her vagina. Penetrating just slightly, she coated the head with her own moisture and moved it up and down between her lips. She seemed to be plenty wet enough, but never having done this before, she pulled it back and reached for her bottle of lube. She added several drops to the end, and then spread it around with her hand before again placing it at her opening.

She marveled at how easily it slipped into her. Normally when Oscar fucked her, it took repeated penetrations before the two of them were totally lubed together. His cock was always dry to start, and he could only get 2 or 3 cm's, perhaps 4 the first time, before he pulled back out, his cock dragging a slight amount of her juices with it. The second time he could slide in 5, perhaps 6, cm's before he pulled back out. Somewhere about the 4th or 5th push into her he'd bottom out inside her, his pelvic bone pushing against hers, but even then, she was never as wet as she would be a few minutes later. Despite that this plastic cock was perhaps half again bigger around than Oscar, and according to her measurements nearly twice as long, she had no problem slipping it inside herself. The lube, her own juices, all came together to allow her to slowly fill herself with this wonderous feeling. She knew exactly when it was in as deep as Oscar had ever been, the feeling of places being touched that had never been touched before - exquisite.

She slid it back out, feeling it stretching her, molding to her insides, stimulating as Oscar had never been able to. Without realizing it, she pushed it back in a bit further than before, and the next time, even further. When she inadvertently banged her cervix, she winced momentarily, and then moved and twisted, able to fill herself with yet another two centimeters. She watched her friend disappearing inside herself, feeling her friend caressing her from the inside, finally realizing what she had been missing in making love all these years with her husband. She stopped momentarily, reaching over for the bottle and dribbled two more drops onto her clit. She resumed her movements with the dildo lefthanded, the fingers of her right-hand twirling around her clit, rubbing back and forth, as she could never do when she was dry. How could it be that she'd never discovered toys and lube?

The sensuality, the perfect pleasure. Gradually she drove herself mad, until with nearly three-quarters of her friend buried in her cunt, she came again. A hard, shuddering, earthquake of pleasure rocked her body, her mouth whispering "Just once, just once..." of which she knew, just once she'd like to experience a real cock as big and hard as she was fucking herself with right now. That the only cock of that size that she'd ever seen belonged to her friends' husband, didn't keep her from thinking about it. The visual of Albert, sideways, his erection sticking not just out, but up, had been regularly filling her masturbatory thoughts ever since their camping trip.

~

It had caught her a bit by surprise that Tina slept nude, but after seeing her parading naked, or nearly so, around their room, it wasn't truly much of a surprise. Irene had to admit, she wasn't flaunting her nudity, she just wasn't making any effort to cover up. "I like the feel of air against my body," she'd commented, "and I just hate bras. Many women just don't need them for any reason, but they wear them, just so their nipples don't show. It's perfectly fine for a man's nipples to show through their shirts, but heaven forbid a woman's show." She'd giggled naughtily and added, 'Besides, my husband loves it when I don't wear a bra."

For Irene, not much of that made sense. With her larger breasts she felt she needed a bra to keep herself from flopping around and, she'd been doing it for so long, having her breasts totally encased felt natural to her. Except when she put on her pajama's, she had virtually always, since puberty, worn a bra. Unlike Tina, her nipples weren't normally erect and didn't show except when she was cold, or aroused, but with Tina's smaller chest, she could see exactly what she was saying, whether she truly agreed with her or not.

They had talked just a bit before falling asleep that first night. Comparing families, kids, education, husbands, life in general. Gradually she'd just drifted off to sleep. The second night their chit-chat had been a bit shorter, she'd been almost sound asleep, drifting off to thoughts of Ryan sitting next to her and his manly smell that she'd liked so much, when a slight buzzing sound caused her to open her eyes. Not pinpointing exactly what or where it was coming from, she sat up and the buzzing immediately stopped. She fluffed her pillow, glanced around the room, and lay back down. She'd looked over to Tina, but despite that she did not move at all, Irene had the feeling that she wasn't asleep. Now aware of something but not knowing what, she lay back down, her ears more acutely listening than before, and began again to fall asleep. A slight movement from Tina, a rustling of her bed sheets again a bit later, and as she was just about to fall asleep once more, the sudden buzzing sound restarted, and her ears identified the source as Tina's bed. This time she didn't move, just listened, and, without otherwise indicating that she was awake she also identified different noises that she deciphered.

A sharp intake of breath, a movement under the sheet, and although she'd never used a vibrator herself, she knew it had to be what she was hearing. Now, unable to not hear what was happening, she could imagine quite well Tina touching herself, letting the vibrator touch her pleasure button, feeling the building tension in her body until she heard several shuddering intakes of breath through her nose, and the buzzing stopped. She sensed the release of tension from Tina, the sound of her breathing from the next bed slowed, relaxed, and she realized that Tina was asleep. What Irene hadn't wanted to acknowledge to herself was that she had gotten wet listening to her roommate pleasure herself. Although mentally she told herself she didn't need this, when she slipped a hand down between her legs, she found that she was much wetter than she'd expected. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was thinking that at least her 'friend' wasn't noisy.

Thoughts of Tina masturbating the previous night popped into her head unbidden all the following day. That she herself had been aroused, but hadn't done anything about it, also clouded her thoughts. Normally she easily suppressed sexual thoughts during the day but today she had trouble, coming again and again to thoughts of Albert and his big cock, thoughts of Ryan and his close proximity, Tina's buzzing friend, and her own friend back in the hotel room in her suitcase. Several times she'd sensed Ryan, seated to her left, looking her way, but when she looked up he was not looking at her, or was looking away, never quite enough confirmation that he had really been looking toward her, or confirming as Tina had said that Ryan had "taken a liking" to her.

Ryan was the first to find a major glitch. As with most programs, users find an "easier" way than what was originally intended, and a seemingly innocuous function can reveal a serious mis-cue. When his program failed, the programmers and everyone else stepped over to look over his shoulder and his screen. Seated right next to him as she was, she'd rolled her chair closer before everyone else crowded around, and at first, like everyone else, she was watching the screen. When a programmer reached for the keypad and accidentally knocked a pen into her lap, she slid her chair back slightly and bent to pick it up, her head coming down in front of the desk and next to Ryan's knee, giving her a close-up view of Ryan's crotch.

The bulge in Ryan's pants wasn't just loose pant material. She'd occasionally seen her husband Oscar's pants pulled tight against his penis, but he'd never had a bulge like this. It was clearly a penis that was visible, extending several centimeters down his left pant leg. She'd immediately looked away, found the pen and sat back up, letting her gaze sweep across the front of his pants once again. Once Ryan had demonstrated his "find" to the programmers again, they immediately returned to their stations and requested everyone stop work while they researched the problem and revised the program. Unexpectedly, they were off to an early lunch.

"Well," Sherry started, "Has anyone had a chance to think what we want to do for the weekend? Have you decided Irene, are you going to stay with us or are we going to meet you in Barcelona on Monday?"