Her First Holiday On Her Own - Part One
Plane landed late morning. The ambulator in from the runway was lined with illuminated scenes from all over the island. God if Mallorca was even half as beautiful as this! Made her way to the front of the taxi rank, showing the driver the address. "How much?". "For you Senorita, 30 Euro".
They drove across the huge central plain. Dotted with ancient windmills that pumped the artesian water from deep underground. Acre upon acre of vineyards, olive trees. orange and lemon groves, market garden produce of every description. Encircled by distant blue mountains of all manner of shapes. She felt so moved, tears came to her eyes. It was like coming home at last. She muttered to herself "Gorgeous". Her driver chuckled : "Si, Senorita. Somos una bella isla".
With the appearance of the sea it got even better. She'd read that painters flocked there as if it were Mecca; attracted by the luminous quality of the light, the sheer colour, the dramatic coastline with mountains shaped like animals; a recumbent lion for instance. She felt she'd gone to Heaven, without dying. She left the taxi at the small hotel where she had to pick up the keycard to the villa she had booked She wanted to walk the last bit. Noticing a nearby supermarket she headed there for two bottles of local white wine and cheese salad sandwiches which they made for her as she watched, the girl chatting away to her. She'd really have to learn the local Catalan lingo. "Bon dia" as she left.
The small chalet lived up to everything else: the bedroom with ceiling to floor windows looking straight out onto the sea.. She opened the shutters wide and hung out over the waves which splashed against the basement of her villa. Total privacy. After drinking a half bottle of the fruity but crisp wine and eaten her sandwiches, she pulled the bed forward until the foot was touching the window. Noticing a full-length mirror behind the head she dispenced with her clothes and admired herself. This was the place for that lovely slender body, small pert breasts, narrow waist, nicely protruding round buttocks, her slit at the front looking all the more naked by the slight covering of pubic hair. She lay on top of the duvet cover, one knee bent under her, intending to play with herself but soon fell asleep with the ocean singing her a love song . -----------(to be continued).
They drove across the huge central plain. Dotted with ancient windmills that pumped the artesian water from deep underground. Acre upon acre of vineyards, olive trees. orange and lemon groves, market garden produce of every description. Encircled by distant blue mountains of all manner of shapes. She felt so moved, tears came to her eyes. It was like coming home at last. She muttered to herself "Gorgeous". Her driver chuckled : "Si, Senorita. Somos una bella isla".
With the appearance of the sea it got even better. She'd read that painters flocked there as if it were Mecca; attracted by the luminous quality of the light, the sheer colour, the dramatic coastline with mountains shaped like animals; a recumbent lion for instance. She felt she'd gone to Heaven, without dying. She left the taxi at the small hotel where she had to pick up the keycard to the villa she had booked She wanted to walk the last bit. Noticing a nearby supermarket she headed there for two bottles of local white wine and cheese salad sandwiches which they made for her as she watched, the girl chatting away to her. She'd really have to learn the local Catalan lingo. "Bon dia" as she left.
The small chalet lived up to everything else: the bedroom with ceiling to floor windows looking straight out onto the sea.. She opened the shutters wide and hung out over the waves which splashed against the basement of her villa. Total privacy. After drinking a half bottle of the fruity but crisp wine and eaten her sandwiches, she pulled the bed forward until the foot was touching the window. Noticing a full-length mirror behind the head she dispenced with her clothes and admired herself. This was the place for that lovely slender body, small pert breasts, narrow waist, nicely protruding round buttocks, her slit at the front looking all the more naked by the slight covering of pubic hair. She lay on top of the duvet cover, one knee bent under her, intending to play with herself but soon fell asleep with the ocean singing her a love song . -----------(to be continued).
