Snow in Barcelona
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Today, just as a reference, is March 8th 2010 and it is quarter to one in the afternoon. It is Monday and for work reasons I am sitting in my car in a car park on the Montjuïc mountain here in Barcelona. Well perhaps it is not only for work reasons. The day is grey and overcast. In many places in Barcelona it is snowing, something that is almost unheard of here. I have a view of the city laid out in front of me and I am sitting here waiting to meet someone. We have agreed to meet here in the car park and then go for lunch somewhere.
I am beginning to regret having agreed to this meeting, since it is really cold. Every now and then I turn the motor on and get the heat going. Sitting here is a little suspicious and two people have already knocked on the window to ask if I am okay. Another part of my problem is that I am wearing a pretty dress, a body hugging number that is quite sexy but also professional.
Apart from the dress I am only wearing my underwear and my stockings. Over this I am wearing a Jackie Kennedy style coat, which is not really appropriate for the day. The only concession I have made to the day is to not wear heels. I have selected black knee high boots with stiletto heels instead. The boots are a little racy but you can’t see that they reach over my knees when I am standing because of the length of my dress.
Okay so now to answer the obvious question. What am I doing freezing in my car instead of waiting in a bar somewhere, or at the office? Well the answer is simple, the man I am waiting for is an old flame of mine, a guy I once had a very passionate affair with. He is married but is what is called “un cuarenton interessante”, an interesting forty year old. He is a supplier for my company and whilst we don’t actually do any business right now we meet up for lunch occasionally.
Why am I dressed as I am? Well I am sure you can all guess. I am hoping I will inspire him to forego lunch and take me somewhere where we can relive the passion we once enjoyed together. He suggested meeting here and I have taken this as a sign that maybe he is thinking about more than lunch as well.
As I have said, he is around forty, ten years older than me. He is married with three children. His wife is a lovely woman that I know very well. Like me, he is the owner of his own company. We know each other through our families in addition to the professional link we have had in the past.
I have known him for many years but lost contact with him until the day he phoned me at work. He asked if I was interested in meeting him and give him the chance to sell me some of his products. Since I knew him from the past I agreed and we arranged to have lunch together. An awful lot of my affairs have started over lunch in one of Barcelona’s many excellent restaurants.
I went to the restaurant with no expectations whatsoever and walked in expecting to see a grown up version of the child I had known. I remember I looked around the restaurant as the waiter took my jacket and totally failed to recognise him. I only knew who he was when a very attractive man stood up and came over to me.
He had changed so much, as often happens of course. He was tall, quite slim but with a swimmer’s shoulders. Dark hair that is thinning but he wears it very short and it suits his face. Now I know that his physique is due to his interest in triathlons. He came over to me smiling and we shook hands and kissed, as is typical here. He smelled wonderful, I recognised the cologne, Agua de Gio.
With his wonderful manners he escorted me over to his table and we ordered drinks. We chatted about our families and business. My eyes were all over him, but it was clear that his were all over me as well. He told me about his family, his wife and children. I was mildly surprised to hear that he was married to a woman I had known in school. She had been three years ahead of me and I remembered her as being very pretty. Her parents had been friends with mine and I think we had even been to family parties together. Our lives were linked in many different ways. By the end of the lunch we had even hammered out the basics of a business agreement that was going to be of great interest to both of us.
Apart from the social and business side of our lunch, I couldn’t deny that I felt strongly attracted to him. He was good looking, funny, attentive and very provocative. He made jokes that were a little risqué and made me blush slightly but they were never in bad taste. I am not normally a physical person. Let me explain that. I have friends of mine who are always touching men, a hand on their arm, a rubbing of shoulders that is almost accidental. I know that this sends a very clear message to most men. A message I normally don’t want to send. But with this man, let’s call him Andreu, I found myself wanting these little moments of contact.
We drank our wine at the same time, we leaned forward towards each other when we were speaking. He offered to let me taste his dessert. We were very correct but by the end of the lunch the atmosphere was far from just businesslike. Nevertheless nothing happened. He agreed to come to my office with some samples and we shook hands and kissed again as I left.
True to his word, he dutifully passed by my office with samples. We agreed on terms and he asked me if I wanted to have lunch again. I was regrettably busy the day that he mentioned. I asked him if he was going to attend the trade fair that was scheduled for the week after that. He said he was, so I slyly said we might want to go together. The fair was scheduled in Madrid, about eight hours from us by car, and was scheduled to last three days. He readily agreed and offered to take his car, I accepted and we arranged to meet outside my apartment building. After he left my office, I was certain that I was in for a great three days in Madrid. No married man would agree to drive to Madrid with a single woman and have no ulterior motive. I immediately left work saying I had some visits to make and went shopping for the trip.
The day finally arrived, a cold winter’s day like today. I was waiting inside the entrance to my building dressed modestly but well. A car drove up outside, a nice grey Audi. He got out and came in to greet me. More kisses, lots of smiles and a few jokes to get me into the car and my bag into the back.
We set off making our way out of Barcelona and towards the AP7 south. In the car I was comfortably seated next to him. My legs were crossed and showing a nice dark pair of stockings (I always wear stockings if there is a possibility of something happening, what is sexy about tights?) He was dressed more casually than me, in jeans and a shirt, but he looked very nice.
The conversation flowed, we talked about almost everything, business and politics, local issues about Barcelona and where I lived and then about our families again. He asked about me and if I had a partner, I said no. He seemed a little surprised at that and so I gave him the normal excuse of having too much to do. He seemed to understand that and went on to tell me that he had only just got over a short separation from his wife. Apparently she had an affair with someone, blaming it all on him being always busy with work. I expressed sympathy and understanding and started wondering if I was just going to be a shoulder to cry on.
He carried on talking and told me that what had really made him bitter and forced the separation, was that she had taken a lover when she had never been willing to make love to him. According to him she was very cold, always with an excuse. This seemed odd to me, considering how attractive he was. I could not help but wonder if in reality he was a disaster in bed. All in all I had started to regret throwing myself into the trip with him. I was annoyed with myself and felt a little trapped.
Around lunchtime we arrived at Saragossa and he suggested we stop for lunch. He drove us to a nice restaurant that was part of a hotel. We parked the car in the hotel garage and went for lunch. While we were eating he was once again bright and cheerful, my cloud of pessimism dissipated and was replaced by the same spark of interest I had had when we started.
Over our coffee I decided to ask him outright. I took advantage of a pause and asked him directly what had been the problem between him and his wife, what had made her not want him but need a lover. He blushed deeply and dropped his gaze to his coffee, the question hung in the air as he swirled his coffee around in the cup. Finally he looked up at me again and I tried to communicate some sort of understanding by smiling at him. I tried to explain that it just didn’t make sense but he reached out and took my arm stopping me mid-sentence. “It is very simple,” he said, “I am rather generously endowed and I like to be very vigorous in bed. My wife is small and delicate and right after we were married she told me that making love to me was painful for her.”
He let go of my arm and leaned back in his chair. I was speechless, it was because he was too big for her? Because he was too energetic? I asked him about how it has been before they were married. He explained that before they married she had never complained. She had never been as enthusiastic as him but had never said anything. Since the wedding their sex life had been allowed to slide. After their last child she had taken advantage of the difficult birth to say that she couldn’t carry on.
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