Plane Journey

For the whole plane journey I was thinking about the fact that, in less than three hours, I would be sleeping in the same house as this sexy Spanish girl. I certainly never imagined that I’d end up screwing her…

We eventually arrived in Spain, and during the coach journey to the small village of Casares I forgot about having to stay with the girl; the views were breathtakingly beautiful throughout this cute Spanish village, however as we pulled up to the car park where our Spanish people would collect us, it all came flooding back and as I stepped out of the coach I felt very anxious about meeting the girl with whom I would be spending the next week.

As I wandered through the car park looking for a sign of my hosts, a woman tapped me on the shoulder making me jump as I turned round suddenly.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Mrs Carlita, I believe you staying with us." She said in stilted English with a strong Spanish accent

"Ah right, hello." I said, extending my arm politely, however my new host swooped down to kiss me on both cheeks, taking me aback. They certainly were forward in this country. "I’m afraid Lilliana could not come, she is back at the house. Ok, we go back then." She said as we got into the car. 

We pulled up to the house which sat on its own off a cul-de-sac; the only break in an otherwise completely natural and beautiful landscape. The car pulled up by the house and we got out. As we were approaching the house, the door opened and a girl stepped out onto the doorstep.
The house may have been cute and beautiful, however that was nothing compared to this girl. Her smooth blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and she was honestly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was wearing a white dress which swished around her body, clinging tightly and revealing all her curves in the right places.

Her long smooth legs disappeared up into the dress which cut short just above her knees, and continued up her body fitting tightly around her shapely breasts, which I could see even from that distance were huge. They were pushing out the top of her dress, showing ample cleavage.

She stood on the doorstep and called over in Spanish, which I was vaguely able to piece together.

"¡Mamá! No me dejaste algún dinero. ¡No pude conseguir nada para comer!"
“Mum! You didn’t leave me any money. I couldn’t get anything to eat!”

Her voice was smooth and sexy and the fact that she was angry made her seem even sexier. 
Approaching the house, her mother shouted back exasperatedly:

"Debes haber recordado de preguntarme, y además hay comida en la nevera."
You should have remembered to ask me, and besides there’s food in the fridge.

"No me gusta esa comida, quise conseguir una pizza."
I don’t like that food, I wanted to get a pizza.

She said back miserably, now sounding very cute.

"Well," replied her mother, now switching to English, "Our guest has arrived." She stepped aside to allow me to enter the house, and the girl now seemed to notice me for the first time. This seemed to cheer her up as she broke into a stunning smile, coming over and kissing me on the cheek. Her perfume smelled amazing as she leant over me, and her lips felt soft on my cheeks.

I couldn't help but glance down, looking down her cleavage which was so inviting, the soft surface of her boobs looking so tempting. "Well guys, I'm afraid I have to go now I have a night shift, so I won't be seeing you until tomorrow." She kissed her daughter and said goodbye to us, reminding us that there was food in the fridge as she left the house.

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As the car sped off, Lilliana sighed and collapsed back onto a beanbag in the living room, her blonde hair falling back over her shoulders. Her white skirt that reached just above her knees had fallen back considerably, allowing me to see up her skirt and showing her pink pants.

She gave another sigh before sitting up suddenly, forcing me to pretend that I had been admiring a vase sat on the windowsill. "Ah, I have an idea!" She said in very good English, albeit with a strong Spanish accent.

"My mum always leaves her credit card in her coat, it's upstairs!" The way she rolled her 'R's was incredibly sexy. She sprung up and left the room, gesturing me to follow. I followed her up the stairs enjoying the view I was getting following behind her, and we entered her parents' room where she grabbed the card out of her mother's coat and ordered pizza.

We ate the pizzas, then raided the freezer where we found ice creams and a stash of chocolate. We had eaten far too much and both ended up lying on the beanbag in the living room. We talked for over an hour, before she went up to have a bath, and I went to unpack my things.

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That evening we decided not to do anything more as we were both exhausted: me from the journey and her from cheerleading. I had to awkwardly reposition when she told me about that because imagining her in her cheerleading kit was a welcome image.