Guilty Pleasures
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That weekend I will always remember. Or should I say will haunt me forever?
The first time I travelled alone to a foreign country.
An unknown city where I was about to study the creations of a famous architect.
At the airport I was told my luggage was loaded onto another plane.
So there I was…stranded with just my purse. Small enough to fit my phone, wallet and make up.
Laptop, clothes, phone charger, extra money…. everything else was in my luggage.
I couldn’t think clear anymore. I decided to take a taxi to my first destination.
It was a long drive and the taxifare hit a huge gap in my budget.
But gazing at this wonder of architecture made me forget about money problems or even a place to sleep.
My daydream was interrupted by a woman behind me. Out of nothing she spoke to me.
I turned around.
-“No habla español.” I stumbled. The only few words I knew.
Luckily the woman spoke english fluently.
The redheaded woman introduced herself to me.
She told me she moved to Barcelona to live with her boyfriend.
When I told her about my trip she offered me to guide me throughout the city.
She reached out her hand to me. I took it and that looked like the start of a new friendship.
She told me all ins and outs about Sagrada Familia.
We were walking arm in arm when she led me to Casa Milà.
As the day passes by I got worried about where and how I should spend the night.
-“It was a great pleasure to have you as my guide. But now I really need to go to the hotel. Thank you so much for today.” I said to her.
“I live nearby.” she said. “My boyfriend is out of town. You can stay at my place while he’s away.”
I didn’t really have a choice. I could never find a hotel for the little amount of money I had left.
Besides, she was very nice to me….. and to be honest…. very attractive too.
“Tomorrow I’ll take you to Casa Battló. After that I'll drive you to Park Güell.”
Seems like she didn’t give me any choice either, so I agreed to go home with her.
When we entered her house, we looked each other straight in the eyes. Her eyes were full of sparkles.
The experiences of today made my flesh weak.
I stepped towards her and kissed her lips. She grabbed my waist and pressed her body against mine.
We kissed again. I felt her tongue on my lips, searching for mine. I willingly opened my mouth.
We made out like new lovers. Wild and passionate.
A trail of our clothes led to her shower.
We were rubbing our bodies against each other. I felt her hands all over my body.
I hardly got the chance to have a glance at her body. Only a few moments. And I really liked what I saw.
Sun tanned, beautiful natural body. Hour glass figure.
She was hot…. even when she must have been almost two decades older than me.
She was kissing my neck while teasing my nipples with her fingers.
And slowly her hands went down until her fingers reached inside my pussy.
Her lips sucked my nipples.
I was in ecstasy when she went down further on me.
Her hands pushed my legs apart. I felt her tongue licking my thighs…. my labia…and my clit.
I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.
I heard myself moaning and breathing heavily.
She licked me so good that it took just a few minutes to an orgasm.
The muscles in my lower body kept contracting each time the tip of her tongue touched my sensitive clit.
I had never had an orgasm this intens.
When she went up again, she had her slippery tongue go all over my body.
“I hope you liked it like I did.” was all she said to me before we kissed.
After a few kisses our hot shower came to an end.
We both grabbed a towel and we dried ourselves. We left the towels on the bathroom floor.
Her strong arms lifted me up from the floor. I clamped my legs around her waist.
We kissed while she carried me to her bedroom.
She threw me on her bed and sat on top of me.
She grabbed my hands and puts them over my head.
Her beautiful face hovering above mine.
Just a few seconds of eye contact before she kisses me again.
I want to touch her, but I can’t get free out of her grip.
I want to kiss her even more, but her lips are leaving mine.
Her body is wiggling upwards until her nicely shaved pussy is pressing onto my mouth.
It’s my turn now and I eagerly begin to lick her pussy. I love the taste of her.
I do not close my eyes. The sight of her sexy body so close to me excites me so much.
The touch of her soft skinned tighs against my cheeks hypnotises me.
I can’t think of anything else but pleasuring her. I do my very best.
Her moans become louder and louder until she finally lets out a cry of ultimate pleasure.
She lifts her pussy up and I get to take a few deep breaths. But I want more.
So I stick out my tongue. My eyes are questioning for more.
No words needed as she lowers herself back onto me.
This time she’s rubbing her pussy over my tongue. So wet and so slippery.
In no time she reaches another orgasm.
After a few kisses I admit to her that I'm totally exhausted and really need to go to sleep.
She’s okay with that and jokes that she'll let me sleep only when I'm laying in her arms.
I'm too tired to understand it’s just a joke. All I want is to sleep and recharge for tomorrow.
So I crawl into her arms and close my eyes.
Cold chills run down my spine as I realise I'm feeling incredibly guilty.
And not only for using her to have a place to spend the night.
The next morning she wakes me up to have breakfast.
After breakfast we got dressed and went out for the planned sightseeing.
Although the Gaudí buildings are more beautiful than I ever imagined, the feeling of growing guilt takes over my thoughts.
We don’t walk arm in arm anymore. We don’t hold hands.
She’s doing all the talking. I'm silent, trying to hide my feelings.
Of course she senses that there’s something wrong with me.
But still, she offers me to take me to the airport when we're done.
The ride to the airport leads us from up north all the way to south-west of Barcelona.
We're both silent during the ride. Probably for different reasons.
At the airport I give her a farewell kiss on her cheek. A tear slowly runs down mine.
I walk away and I don’t look back as I board the plane for the flight home.
It’s been two and a half weeks since that weekend. And it has totally changed me.
Before, I was an impulsive, happy and spontaneous girl. But now, I live with this horrible secret.
I don't know what to do.
If I tell her, it will hurt her so much. Our relationship will surely end.
Not telling her eats me from the inside.
Every night I kiss my girlfriend goodnight. She falls asleep peacefully.
But the guilt of my betrayal keeps me awake night... after night... after night.
The first time I travelled alone to a foreign country.
An unknown city where I was about to study the creations of a famous architect.
At the airport I was told my luggage was loaded onto another plane.
So there I was…stranded with just my purse. Small enough to fit my phone, wallet and make up.
Laptop, clothes, phone charger, extra money…. everything else was in my luggage.
I couldn’t think clear anymore. I decided to take a taxi to my first destination.
It was a long drive and the taxifare hit a huge gap in my budget.
But gazing at this wonder of architecture made me forget about money problems or even a place to sleep.
My daydream was interrupted by a woman behind me. Out of nothing she spoke to me.
I turned around.
-“No habla español.” I stumbled. The only few words I knew.
Luckily the woman spoke english fluently.
The redheaded woman introduced herself to me.
She told me she moved to Barcelona to live with her boyfriend.
When I told her about my trip she offered me to guide me throughout the city.
She reached out her hand to me. I took it and that looked like the start of a new friendship.
She told me all ins and outs about Sagrada Familia.
We were walking arm in arm when she led me to Casa Milà.
As the day passes by I got worried about where and how I should spend the night.
-“It was a great pleasure to have you as my guide. But now I really need to go to the hotel. Thank you so much for today.” I said to her.
“I live nearby.” she said. “My boyfriend is out of town. You can stay at my place while he’s away.”
I didn’t really have a choice. I could never find a hotel for the little amount of money I had left.
Besides, she was very nice to me….. and to be honest…. very attractive too.
“Tomorrow I’ll take you to Casa Battló. After that I'll drive you to Park Güell.”
Seems like she didn’t give me any choice either, so I agreed to go home with her.
When we entered her house, we looked each other straight in the eyes. Her eyes were full of sparkles.
The experiences of today made my flesh weak.
I stepped towards her and kissed her lips. She grabbed my waist and pressed her body against mine.
We kissed again. I felt her tongue on my lips, searching for mine. I willingly opened my mouth.
We made out like new lovers. Wild and passionate.
A trail of our clothes led to her shower.
We were rubbing our bodies against each other. I felt her hands all over my body.
I hardly got the chance to have a glance at her body. Only a few moments. And I really liked what I saw.
Sun tanned, beautiful natural body. Hour glass figure.
She was hot…. even when she must have been almost two decades older than me.
She was kissing my neck while teasing my nipples with her fingers.
And slowly her hands went down until her fingers reached inside my pussy.
Her lips sucked my nipples.
I was in ecstasy when she went down further on me.
Her hands pushed my legs apart. I felt her tongue licking my thighs…. my labia…and my clit.
I closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted.
I heard myself moaning and breathing heavily.
She licked me so good that it took just a few minutes to an orgasm.
The muscles in my lower body kept contracting each time the tip of her tongue touched my sensitive clit.
I had never had an orgasm this intens.
When she went up again, she had her slippery tongue go all over my body.
“I hope you liked it like I did.” was all she said to me before we kissed.
After a few kisses our hot shower came to an end.
We both grabbed a towel and we dried ourselves. We left the towels on the bathroom floor.
Her strong arms lifted me up from the floor. I clamped my legs around her waist.
We kissed while she carried me to her bedroom.
She threw me on her bed and sat on top of me.
She grabbed my hands and puts them over my head.
Her beautiful face hovering above mine.
Just a few seconds of eye contact before she kisses me again.
I want to touch her, but I can’t get free out of her grip.
I want to kiss her even more, but her lips are leaving mine.
Her body is wiggling upwards until her nicely shaved pussy is pressing onto my mouth.
It’s my turn now and I eagerly begin to lick her pussy. I love the taste of her.
I do not close my eyes. The sight of her sexy body so close to me excites me so much.
The touch of her soft skinned tighs against my cheeks hypnotises me.
I can’t think of anything else but pleasuring her. I do my very best.
Her moans become louder and louder until she finally lets out a cry of ultimate pleasure.
She lifts her pussy up and I get to take a few deep breaths. But I want more.
So I stick out my tongue. My eyes are questioning for more.
No words needed as she lowers herself back onto me.
This time she’s rubbing her pussy over my tongue. So wet and so slippery.
In no time she reaches another orgasm.
After a few kisses I admit to her that I'm totally exhausted and really need to go to sleep.
She’s okay with that and jokes that she'll let me sleep only when I'm laying in her arms.
I'm too tired to understand it’s just a joke. All I want is to sleep and recharge for tomorrow.
So I crawl into her arms and close my eyes.
Cold chills run down my spine as I realise I'm feeling incredibly guilty.
And not only for using her to have a place to spend the night.
The next morning she wakes me up to have breakfast.
After breakfast we got dressed and went out for the planned sightseeing.
Although the Gaudí buildings are more beautiful than I ever imagined, the feeling of growing guilt takes over my thoughts.
We don’t walk arm in arm anymore. We don’t hold hands.
She’s doing all the talking. I'm silent, trying to hide my feelings.
Of course she senses that there’s something wrong with me.
But still, she offers me to take me to the airport when we're done.
The ride to the airport leads us from up north all the way to south-west of Barcelona.
We're both silent during the ride. Probably for different reasons.
At the airport I give her a farewell kiss on her cheek. A tear slowly runs down mine.
I walk away and I don’t look back as I board the plane for the flight home.
It’s been two and a half weeks since that weekend. And it has totally changed me.
Before, I was an impulsive, happy and spontaneous girl. But now, I live with this horrible secret.
I don't know what to do.
If I tell her, it will hurt her so much. Our relationship will surely end.
Not telling her eats me from the inside.
Every night I kiss my girlfriend goodnight. She falls asleep peacefully.
But the guilt of my betrayal keeps me awake night... after night... after night.
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