You and your wife meet Raul.

The two of you get onto the plain and get to your seats. You notice that you got a window seat and your wife got the aisle, but strangely enough there was a seat between you two. After flagging down a flight attendant and explaining the situation, requesting to be seated together, the attendant apologized and explained that once the seating order had been finalized on the previous business day, it couldn't be changed, but offered you a courtesy bottle of champagne for the trouble. The 'too good to be true feeling' was catching on more and more, but you figured it was just a minor bump. You sat down and waited for everyone else to board, and in-between you and your wife sat a light-skinned man with dark brown hair in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a suede jacket. He looked at you and uttered, "Hola señor, hablas español?"

With a puzzled look, you responded, "I'm sorry, what?" After getting a better look at him and with how close he was to you, you discovered two things. He wore a strong, musky cologne and he didn't seem to have the same personal space bubble as you.

With a chuckle, he said, "I'm sorry, I was just saying hi and asking if you spoke Spanish. So you're headed to Barcelona? I'm on my way home from a business trip. What draws you to Spain?" He asked.

You pointed at Alexis, "Me and my wife, Alexis, here won a three-week trip to Barcelona, all expenses paid. So you live in Barcelona?"

He smiled, looking at your wife as you pointed to her and then back at you. "Yes. I travel to help sell guitars that my brother makes. Since they are classical Spanish guitars, they often go for a high price, especially considering his level of craftsmanship and attention to detail. Speaking of attention to detail, might I add that your wife is very beautiful. Alexis was it?" He looked at your wife, again gazing up and down her, looking at her breasts and her light skinned legs. Today she wore shorts since she figured it would be more comfortable on the flight. He looked back at you. "I'm Raul, by the way. I don't believe I got your name."

You smiled, "Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Christopher, it's a pleasure. You sure sound like you have an exciting job, can't say that I do though. It pays well enough, but it's just an office desk job. Certainly not traveling the world to sell guitars." You continued the conversation, trying not to notice Raul checking out your wife. You figured that the culture in Spain was different and you didn't want to assume what was and wasn't common.

Alexis smiled, "Wow, you smell really nice." She said, "It's so nice to meet you. I love guitars, do you play?" She asked, you caught her looking down at Raul's crotch momentarily, and her eyes widened before returning her gaze back to his. He seemed to spread his legs in response, casually and pretending as if he didn't notice. Intrigued, you look down and see a bulge in his pants. Your wife must be arousing to him because he looked hard as a rock, but not only that, he looked like he was packing something huge down there. You pretended not to notice, but you were a little anxious at the thought of your wife looking at Raul's big bulge so much so that you began to blush a little. You even gulped a bit.

Raul nodded, "Yes. I'm not as skilled as my brother. He plays flamenco music, but I do like picking up American pop songs and playing them. I think they are way easier. They seem to woo the women either way." Something told you he didn't need the guitar to woo women. In fact, judging by your wife's immediate attention, her playing with her hands and at her hair, and their closeness, he probably didn't need any help from tools to woo women. He could seduce with his looks alone. Granted, you weren't worried about your wife straying or anything. After all, you check out other women all the time. Your wife had quite petite breasts, filling a B cup bra just barely, so it was hard not to notice and even admire a large pair of breasts when you had the opportunity. You really had no room to speak on that note.

"I like pop music, but I like a bit of everything." She responded in a dorky dazed schoolgirl kinda way.

Raul chuckled, "Well that's good to hear. In Spain, we try to appreciate many kinds of music." He sat back and looked at you and her, and then you again, "Tell you what. I'm not a busy man, why don't I show the two of you around the city for a couple days. It would be my pleasure." You remember you didn't really have an itinerary. You just had the lover's suite at a hotel and a limit-free credit card that you could use in Barcelona for your activities that the prize committee gave you.