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as she
watched Alfonso's broad shoulders and thick chest as he deposited
her cases near the reception desk in the hotel foyer.
    But then he
turned to her, interrupting her just as she was about to speak.
    'Look, I'm
very sorry, but I have to go now,' he said, passing her the key to
her room. 'Jordi here will get someone to take up your luggage.
You've got a wonderful view.'
    'Thanks
Alfonso.'
    'Don't mention
it. We can meet in La Cafe De L'Opera in two hours say,' Alfonso
said scrutinising his watch.
    'Fine.' Why
did she feel so disappointed? Why on earth did she feel so
horny?
     
    The room was
quite spartan and simple, but it did have a fantastic view of Las
Ramblas, the beautiful walkway that led from La Plaza Catalunya to
the port of the city. At this time it was always crowded. She could
hear the sound of a half decently played violin cutting through the
balmy air.
    As she gazed
at the evening strollers and the beautiful flower stalls in the
fading dusk light her tiredness suddenly overwhelmed her. She
slumped onto the hard mattress of the bed and fell asleep almost
instantly.
    She woke up an
hour later with a jolt, aware of being brought back to
consciousness by a disturbing dream. She could not recall the
events of her dream; all she knew was that the main protagonist was
not Sebastian or even Alfonso, but Luke.
    My God, how
long had it been since she had last thought about him? Luke had
been a steady boyfriend before Sebastian had appeared on the scene,
another aristocrat too. They had had a good relationship or so
Linda had thought before that holiday. She knew why she had dreamed
about him, why he should have so violently entered her
consciousness just as she was about to set off on a new adventure.
It was for the same reason that she was attracted to Alfonso.
Maybe, she pondered, it was a portent of what might happen, of what
she might want to happen.
    They had gone
to Greece, to Crete, for a fortnight. It had been her idea: at the
time she was writing her thesis on primitive art. She had spent a
lot of time in Heraklion studying and sketching those tiny priapic
clay figures with their gleeful smiles and their enormous
phalluses, while Luke had lounged by the hotel swimming pool, or so
she had thought.
    One day she
had returned to the hotel early, feeling a little guilty that she
had deserted him for so long. They were supposed to be on holiday
together after all, and the previous night Luke had made some
casual remark about her having found some Adonis in the city.
    Their room was
on the second floor of the hotel; a little balustraded passageway
led to its door. She was looking forward to surprising him, but it
was he who had surprised her and in a way that she could never have
imagined.
    She heard them
before she saw them. Her pace slackened, as her heart began to
race; she knew instantly that something was going on. Two beautiful
Greek girls were naked in their room. They couldn't have been more
than twenty. They had beautiful swarthy skin. One of the girls,
Alexandra she would later discover from Luke before she left him
forever, had round fulsome breasts with big, thick upturned
nipples, beautiful plump buttocks, and hips that curved to a
surprisingly narrow waist. The other girl, Nena, was slighter with
a small, pert bottom, startling nut-brown hair, and small perfectly
round breasts.
    The sight that
met her incredulous eyes was Luke kneeling on the bed rolling his
long tongue over the dusky flesh of Alexandra's bottom, while Nena
lay under Luke, holding on to his heavy balls and furling her
tongue around his sturdy pole.
    Linda was so
astounded by the scene that she was rooted to the spot. She could
not help but stare into the room through the tiny crevice where the
ill-fitting blinds did not totally cover the window.
    Maybe it was
the memory of the previous night that gradually began to make her
feel excited. She had lain in a similar position under Luke's
haunches and sucked on him until he had freed his