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was a fateful
portent, but she couldn't help it.
    If she was
honest with herself it was another thing to be added her list of
reasons for going to Barcelona, something that she did not
willingly place in the forefront of her mind: Alfonso. Of course
she didn't love him; of course there was nothing like that. And he
was, after all, Sebastian's friend, had known him long before she
had met him. Maybe this was what had been the problem with
Sebastian: Sebastian knew exactly what Alfonso was like and perhaps
he had detected something about Linda's desire to go to Barcelona
and her swift willingness to give up work that was not purely
concerned with proving herself as an artist. It might go some way
to explaining his flippant attitude towards her lately when she
spoke about her artistic ambitions. He was usually so
encouraging.
    What was
Alfonso's attraction? He wasn't so handsome, quite normal looking
once you took away the exotica of Latin allure; he had an
attractive dark complexion, deep brown eyes, and his body was firm
and muscular, but he certainly was not in the Sebastian league of
good looks. No, it wasn't that he was so handsome, she thought; it
was that there was something quite immoral, or at least amoral
about him. He always made it perfectly clear that he was very
attracted to her, usually as soon as Sebastian left the room. He
would look in a certain leering way at her, or momentarily take her
hand in his own and make some feeble pass in his best English.
    At first she
had found it disconcerting, but over time his constant flirting had
become a joke between them, Linda realising that it was a kind of
reflex action, it was the way he was with every attractive woman he
knew. It was different now though. Before Alfonso was always aware
that Sebastian was on the scene and that she wasn't likely to stray
from the marital bed, but now with three months together in
Barcelona. She couldn't stop wondering how she would react when, as
he inevitably would, he made his first attempt to seduce her.
    She imagined
Alfonso naked, his huge member swelling before her eyes. In her
mind's eye she was taking him in her mouth, sucking hard on his
engorged phallus while he towered above her, propelling her head up
and down on him. She imagined holding him by the purple head,
licking the whole length of his shaft, taking each one of his balls
in her mouth, sucking on the coarse skin.
    Then she was
straddling him. His soft hands were reaching up to pinch hard on
her erect nipples, as Sebastian had done during that first
encounter. She, still sitting on the kitchen stool, tweaked her own
breasts until she felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest; she
saw herself watching his tool piston in and out of her, so fast and
hard.
    She moaned
with the pleasure that she was bringing to herself, that she
imagined Alfonso was bringing to her with his steel rod, clenching
hard now on her hips, pushing her harder onto him.
    The telephone
rang, interrupting her. It was Alfonso.
    ' Carina! '
    'Alfonso.'
    'What time is
your flight?'
    She still
could not get the picture of him fucking her out of her mind. Her
hand instinctively reached down to feel the moistness between her
legs. She was blushing now, partly because of the hot pressure of
her sexual excitement, and partly because she was embarrassed to
have fantasised about the man she was now speaking to on the
telephone.
    'Four-thirty.'
    'Spanish
time.'
    'Yes, Spanish
time.'
    'I can meet
you.' He sounded his natural jovial self.
    'It's okay,
you don't have to.'
    'I want
to.'
    'Are you
sure?'
    'Of course,
Linda, but I won't be alone,' he said, purposefully wistfully so
Linda thought. It did strangely disappoint her though.
    'No?'
    'No, mi amor will be there.'
    'I didn't know
that you were seeing anyone, Alfonso.' This was better; this was
the safe ground of mutual flirtatious teasing, a mere
inconsequential game.
    'But I'm
always seeing someone, Linda.' He chortled lewdly on the other end
of the