MY FIRST PECULIAR AND UNFORGETTABLE TIME IN SPAIN
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One June went to stay at La Marina, an estate a few miles South of Alicante where we had rented a two bedroom property. We had been to La Marina several times before so didn’t need to play the tourist, we had books to read and Sudoku puzzles and planned to have an internet and phone free break on the naturist beach which is a short drive away.
As you approach the beach you can park your car on either sides of the road and when you get to the beach turn left for the family beach area and turn right for the naturist beach, we always went to the right.
Behind the beach are sand dunes and most naturists sit at the front looking at the sea, people-watching, or in Jean’s case looking at the cocks. Due to my heart condition Jean had not had a cock inside her for a very long time and she would give a running commentary on the men who walked past us. At the back of the dunes you see the meerkats, individual men who would stand to look around the beach and then move along and stand up again, rather like meerkats guarding their territory. Some are very bold and would stand wanking, One meerkat we saw quite often in the mornings was a young man who had a great tan and wore black trunks.
On our third day we decided to take a picnic and went into the middle of the sand dunes. We stayed where we were after the picnic to sun bathe and it wasn’t long before I had my hand down the front of the bikini bottoms that Jean was wearing. I could feel she was starting to get wet when I saw our meerkat in the black trunks coming towards us. I decided to keep going and watched our meerkat. He got closer and then pulled down the front of his trunk and started to massage his very large cock. It wasn’t long before Jean came and the meerkat pulled up his trunks and walked away.
After Jean recovered we moved our blanket and bags to the front of the dunes and had a swim before resuming our sun bathing. It was later in the afternoon that I mentioned to Jean that we had been watched and the meerkat had been wanking while looking at us. Jean went spare, she was very angry that I had allowed us to be watched and said very little to me for the rest of the day. The next morning she refused to go to the beach and when we went in the afternoon she marched off to left to the family beach. This holiday was starting to go wrong.
It was on our last whole day that Jean suggested we take a picnic to the beach again. Having got into trouble before I let her decide where we were going to sit. To my surprise she led us into the dunes on the naturist side of the beach and found a place near a path worn through the sand dunes by walkers. Similar to before we lay down to sun bathe. It must have been the hot weather but Jean leant over and started to rub my cock through my swimming shorts. I responded in my usual way and put my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. Similar to earlier in the week she started to get wet and then surprised me by turning around to change the direction she was laying, pushed down her bikini bottoms and lay with her legs wide open. In a few strokes I could feel she was very relaxed, I had three fingers inside her and I could hear slurping because she was so wet. Shortly after she had an orgasm and she pushed my hand into her. Jean pulled up her bikini bottoms and spent a short time recovering before we moved to the front of the dunes.
Talking later in the afternoon I mentioned that I found that what we did was very exciting. She then told me that she had seen the meerkat coming towards us along the path and that he stopped, took out his very large cock and started wanking. She liked what she saw and decided to give him something to wank over which is why she turned around so that he could clearly see her cunt after she pushed the bikini bottoms down and opened her legs. I really would have loved to have fucked my Jean that afternoon if I had been able.
The next day we packed up ready to go home. Our flight was not until the afternoon so we decided to spend time looking round the estate and then have an early lunch. At the end of the morning we put the cases in the car and drove to the local restaurant area and chose one with seats outside so we could people-watch. The waitress brought us two menus and left us for a while to decide. Just as she was about to come and take our order the bar man held her back and he came to our table. We decided to have a bottle of the house red wine and one of their less expensive dishes. He told us that unfortunately they had run out of house red but he would let us have another wine at the same price. When we tried to order our food he then informed us that he was sorry the supplies had not been delivered yet but the chef could put together a seafood dish of what he had and it would take about 20 minutes and would that be ok , we agreed that would be fine. We sat people-watching and both of us found the red wine was very enjoyable. It was just over 20 minutes later that we had a very large seafood dish placed on the table with a bowl of salad and several other smaller dishes.
The meal was absolutely delicious, a mix of fresh sea foods, we had not eaten such food or drunk such wine before. When the time came for us to leave the bar man brought us the bill, we had been charged for the cheapest dish and the house red. I said to Jean that this could not be right I was certain that we had been undercharged. I paid the bill and didn’t query their charging.
Jean went to use the toilet before we left and I picked up a menu and a wine list from a nearby table and looked again at what dishes were available and the pricing. The first thing that caught my eye was the wine, the bottle we had was one of the most expensive that they offered. Then, looking through the menu I couldn’t find a sea food dish that matched what we ate. I did find in small print a reference to specialist chef dishes that carried a heavy charge for personalised service, one of them was sea food.
As we drove to Alicante airport we discussed our holiday and Jean remarked how friendly the bar man was in the restaurant and that he said he hoped to see us again. I asked her what exactly he had said and she repeated his words, ” I enjoyed seeing you and I want to see you come again”, she presumed he had problems with his English. I asked her if she knew who he was and she said he was just the bar man and she hadn’t seen him before. I thought I had better tell her, “You have seen a lot of him, that is the meerkat.”
As you approach the beach you can park your car on either sides of the road and when you get to the beach turn left for the family beach area and turn right for the naturist beach, we always went to the right.
Behind the beach are sand dunes and most naturists sit at the front looking at the sea, people-watching, or in Jean’s case looking at the cocks. Due to my heart condition Jean had not had a cock inside her for a very long time and she would give a running commentary on the men who walked past us. At the back of the dunes you see the meerkats, individual men who would stand to look around the beach and then move along and stand up again, rather like meerkats guarding their territory. Some are very bold and would stand wanking, One meerkat we saw quite often in the mornings was a young man who had a great tan and wore black trunks.
On our third day we decided to take a picnic and went into the middle of the sand dunes. We stayed where we were after the picnic to sun bathe and it wasn’t long before I had my hand down the front of the bikini bottoms that Jean was wearing. I could feel she was starting to get wet when I saw our meerkat in the black trunks coming towards us. I decided to keep going and watched our meerkat. He got closer and then pulled down the front of his trunk and started to massage his very large cock. It wasn’t long before Jean came and the meerkat pulled up his trunks and walked away.
After Jean recovered we moved our blanket and bags to the front of the dunes and had a swim before resuming our sun bathing. It was later in the afternoon that I mentioned to Jean that we had been watched and the meerkat had been wanking while looking at us. Jean went spare, she was very angry that I had allowed us to be watched and said very little to me for the rest of the day. The next morning she refused to go to the beach and when we went in the afternoon she marched off to left to the family beach. This holiday was starting to go wrong.
It was on our last whole day that Jean suggested we take a picnic to the beach again. Having got into trouble before I let her decide where we were going to sit. To my surprise she led us into the dunes on the naturist side of the beach and found a place near a path worn through the sand dunes by walkers. Similar to before we lay down to sun bathe. It must have been the hot weather but Jean leant over and started to rub my cock through my swimming shorts. I responded in my usual way and put my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. Similar to earlier in the week she started to get wet and then surprised me by turning around to change the direction she was laying, pushed down her bikini bottoms and lay with her legs wide open. In a few strokes I could feel she was very relaxed, I had three fingers inside her and I could hear slurping because she was so wet. Shortly after she had an orgasm and she pushed my hand into her. Jean pulled up her bikini bottoms and spent a short time recovering before we moved to the front of the dunes.
Talking later in the afternoon I mentioned that I found that what we did was very exciting. She then told me that she had seen the meerkat coming towards us along the path and that he stopped, took out his very large cock and started wanking. She liked what she saw and decided to give him something to wank over which is why she turned around so that he could clearly see her cunt after she pushed the bikini bottoms down and opened her legs. I really would have loved to have fucked my Jean that afternoon if I had been able.
The next day we packed up ready to go home. Our flight was not until the afternoon so we decided to spend time looking round the estate and then have an early lunch. At the end of the morning we put the cases in the car and drove to the local restaurant area and chose one with seats outside so we could people-watch. The waitress brought us two menus and left us for a while to decide. Just as she was about to come and take our order the bar man held her back and he came to our table. We decided to have a bottle of the house red wine and one of their less expensive dishes. He told us that unfortunately they had run out of house red but he would let us have another wine at the same price. When we tried to order our food he then informed us that he was sorry the supplies had not been delivered yet but the chef could put together a seafood dish of what he had and it would take about 20 minutes and would that be ok , we agreed that would be fine. We sat people-watching and both of us found the red wine was very enjoyable. It was just over 20 minutes later that we had a very large seafood dish placed on the table with a bowl of salad and several other smaller dishes.
The meal was absolutely delicious, a mix of fresh sea foods, we had not eaten such food or drunk such wine before. When the time came for us to leave the bar man brought us the bill, we had been charged for the cheapest dish and the house red. I said to Jean that this could not be right I was certain that we had been undercharged. I paid the bill and didn’t query their charging.
Jean went to use the toilet before we left and I picked up a menu and a wine list from a nearby table and looked again at what dishes were available and the pricing. The first thing that caught my eye was the wine, the bottle we had was one of the most expensive that they offered. Then, looking through the menu I couldn’t find a sea food dish that matched what we ate. I did find in small print a reference to specialist chef dishes that carried a heavy charge for personalised service, one of them was sea food.
As we drove to Alicante airport we discussed our holiday and Jean remarked how friendly the bar man was in the restaurant and that he said he hoped to see us again. I asked her what exactly he had said and she repeated his words, ” I enjoyed seeing you and I want to see you come again”, she presumed he had problems with his English. I asked her if she knew who he was and she said he was just the bar man and she hadn’t seen him before. I thought I had better tell her, “You have seen a lot of him, that is the meerkat.”
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