Madrid Fever

It had been intended as a honeymoon trip for Brian and his new bride but three weeks before they were to be married, she told him she didn't love him then proceeded to fuck off with his best friend and best man. Brian was devastated and for the two weeks following this betrayal, he existed in a daze. Norma was the love of his life. They had grown up together and throughout the years of high school and college they were always together. Their sex life had always been good although Brian was like a rabbit in that he loves to fuck and would do so at every opportunity. Since Norma had abandoned the wedding, she left everything to Brian as far as contacting invited guests, returning of gifts and canceling everything associated with their wedding. After the numbing realization of what the bitch had done to him had subsided, Brian decided that he would keep the house and go on the honeymoon. He had always wanted to see Madrid and since she wasn't going to be there, he didn't think that he should lose out on the opportunity to do some traveling. So, he packed his bags, went down to the airport and having already cancelled her ticket, boarded the Iberia Airline 747 and sat back in the oversized first class seat and waited for the jet to get underway. He heard the jet engines begin to whine as the aircraft rolled along the runway. It seemed to pause then, as the engines revved, the brakes released and the jet catapulted down the runway then effortlessly cut through the wind and lifted off the ground. Before long, Brian was cruising along at 40,000 feet above the ground on his way to his now solo Spanish vacation. "Maybe," he muttered to himself, "I can find some hot senorita and fuck my way through my trip." The thought brought a bulge to his dress slacks and the always horny Brian had to rearrange his cock under his pants so it would not make a tent. He knew that before this flight was out he would have to jack off in the toilet. He had planned on fucking his new bride and joining the mile high club but he would have to settle for a good hand rub from his own hand.

They had been airborne for about fifteen minutes when the flight attendant came to ask if there was anything he needed. He decided that asking this sallow skinned beauty for a fuck in the bathroom would be out of the question so he smiled and said he was fine but would call her if he wanted anything. She leaned over causing her v-neck top to dip open showing him the top of her round breasts and whispered that "since the plane is not full, I can give you very personal attention. Her smile electrified his senses and the vision of her firm tits peaking out over her bra made him hard once again. "Anything?" he asked emboldened by her comment. She blushed and said, "well, almost anything. But it never hurts to ask." she winked as her soft Spanish accent made her even hotter. As he was about to ask her if he could fuck her, the pilot came over the PA and asked everyone to fasten their seatbelts as the plane was heading into a violent weather pocket. No sooner had the announcement come than the aircraft seemed to drop 50 feet and shake violently. The hostess fell forward onto his lap and, sex aside, Brian grabbed her to protect her from injury even though he managed to brush his hand over her tit. She thanked him for saving her and kissed his cheek softly as she made her way to the back to the flight attendant area where she buckled up until the turbulence subsided.

He had five hours to fuck this hot woman. She wanted him and he wanted her and he knew that it was going to happen. It seemed, however, that every time he started to approach her with a proposal of sex, she was called by another passenger or by the pilot or something had to be done that allowed her no time. All the while, Brian tried to control his woody. "I'm sorry I have not been able to spend any free time with you," she whispered as the pilot announced they would be landing in 30 minutes. "If you don't have any other plans in Madrid I will be staying at the Hotel Petit Palace Puerta Del Sol Madrid." Brian was not sure why he replied to her comment that way but he wanted her sweet trim Latin body. "Nice place!" she said with a smile.

As the plane slowed to a stop at the terminal and the passengers began to file out Brian, knowing that he would never see her again, left the plane. She was nowhere to be seen. He climbed into the reserved limo that made its way to the luxury hotel in downtown Madrid. He was not about to waste time sitting around waiting for that flight attendant. In fact, she did not even bother to tell him what her name was. He quickly showered and changed and decided to do some sight seeing around the hotel. Madrid was a beautiful city and without having to venture far from the hotel, he was in awe of some of the most amazing architecture he had ever seen. It was as if he had been cast into the middle ages as he looked at churches older than his country. The light of day quickly began to change into a deep dusk as the setting sun sank beneath the horizon so Brian decided to head back to his hotel, have dinner and then relax over a few drinks in the bar. After all, his itinerary, designed for his honeymoon was not really going to start until the following day as the initial plan for this night was to be fucking his new bride until his dick could not stay hard even with Viagra.

The bar was more formal than he had expected and the fear of being overdressed in a tuxedo soon vanished. He felt almost like James Bond and, indeed, his dashing good looks with an air of confidence did cause the women to look at him as he walked in to the dimly lit lounge. He sat at the far end of the bar and quietly sipped his double scotch. His mind wandered to his former fiancée and his best friend who had betrayed him. He thought of that beautiful air hostess who flirted with him on his flight over and wondered why she just disappeared. He quietly planned to get drunk and to fuck as many Spanish girls as possible during his two weeks of vacation. All the while, his eyes fixed upon the amber liquid that shimmered in the glass he cradled in his hands. Suddenly, he felt a light touch on his arm and looking up saw the familiar smile of his stewardess. "Are you alone?" she purred in her soft Latin voice. He was both surprised and extremely happy to see her but only nodded that he was alone.

"Hi," he finally said. "I thought for sure I would never see you again. You seemed to disappear after the flight." Embarrassed by his observation, she told him that she had been scheduled to fly out from Madrid to Paris an hour after they landed but she wanted to try to spend some time with him and needed to scramble to find a replacement something she was finally able to do. She came to his hotel earlier and asked for him at the concierge desk but they told her that he was not in and they would not leave a message for him. Brian had remembered that when they booked the suite they had requested that under no circumstances were they to be disturbed. He explained only as much as she needed to know, excused himself and went to the concierge desk where he changed the restriction before returning to the lounge.

"What is your name? How long are you here for? Where are you staying?" he fired off his questions in succession to the Latin beauty who still wore her uniform. She told him her name was Helena and that she only had 24 hours. The airline had accommodations at a hotel near the airport but she had come directly to the Puerta Del Sol and left her luggage at the desk. She assured him that she was not trying to take away from his time or vacation but thought that he was, perhaps, interested in her at some level.

Of course, she was right. He wanted to fuck her delicate Latin body and blow his load over her face until she almost drowned but decided he would not come right out and say that. He simply touched her face with her fingertips, suggested she finish her drink then, taking her tiny soft hand in his, led her from the lounge to retrieve her luggage and take her to his suite at the very top of the hotel. Although well traveled, Helena was clearly impressed by the magnificence of the suite and her attention quickly turned to the sparkling satin sheets on the king sized bed. As Brian hung up his dinner jacket, Helena said she was going to have a shower to wash off the flight grime while Brian poured them a drink from the full-sized bar in the anteroom. He heard her turn on the water and, after a short pause during which he presumed she was stripping, the shower door opened and closed. "Fuck it," he murmured, "There is no way this hot piece of ass is going to shower alone in my room." His clothes left a trail to the bathroom and, as he opened the bathroom door, saw the most incredible silhouette behind the shower door. She really was a Latin goddess. He was not about to be shy. After all, it was Helena that searched him out and was standing naked in his shower. He slid the door open causing her to turn around to face him. Her tits were magnificent. Definitely C-cups and her nipples were like hard chocolate truffles that begged to be sucked. Her body was buff and her tummy was flat as a result of obvious exercise and her slender waist made him want to grab her and lift her into his arms. But then he saw her bush. Or rather, he saw the complete lack of a bush. Her pussy had been completely waxed free of any hair and he knew that he was in for a night of some serious cunt eating. He took her in his arms and felt her wet breasts press tight against his chest as his hands ran down her slender back to the crest of her sweet round ass. She needed no prompting as she responded by pressing her hot mound into his now raging cock. He squeezed her round sallow-skinned ass as he forced her cunt even tighter to his cock. She had made him horny throughout the entire flight and now it was his time to get off. He lifted her off the shower floor, her legs knowingly encircling his waist as his cock pointing straight up aligned itself with her wet puffy lips of her sweet pussy. He teased her as the head of his cock barely touched her swollen cunt but her did not let her down on it. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, knowing that whatever her answer he was going to impale her with his hard rod. "Oh god," she cried out, "I need you to fuck me hard. I have wanted you ever since you got on the plane." Slowly, Brian let her body down and closed his eyes in unison to her as the pulsing head of his cock split her sweet cunt.

-CONTINUED-

by DCS O'Malley

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