The nine-hour flight had seemed endless, but there were only a few more minutes to go.

I had awakened from my catnap just in time to flag down the stewardess for a last round of primers. After all, how often does one get to go to Spain on business? I had sense enough to take full advantage.

The aircraft began its final descent at a small airport 30 minutes from Rota, a coastal city with lots of history and a unique flair. I was about to discover seafood that I’d only dreamed about, and a woman that had existed only in my fantasies.

The plane made its way across to the terminal and a ladder was brought out. Walking across the tarmac to the terminal door, I saw an attractive Scandinavian-looking blonde slightly ahead of me, so I stepped up my pace and opened the door for her. In perfect English she thanked me. You could have knocked me over with a feather. By the time we reached baggage claim, we’d exchanged names, learned where the other was from, our line of work, and that we were staying at the same hotel. We made plans to meet for dinner.

While checking in, I heard a voice behind me say, “Hello there.” It was Jasmine, my dream girl from the airport. She looked radiant, and for a moment I couldn’t speak. The spell was broken when the desk clerk handed me my key. I turned to Jasmine and said, “I’m in Room 210. Call me when you’re ready for dinner.” She smiled and replied, “You can count on it.”

I showered and dressed for dinner. Guessing it might take her longer to get ready, I poured myself two fingers of bourbon and sat on the patio watching travelers come and go. Twenty minutes later, the phone rang. It was Jasmine. She wanted to check her e-mail, but her computer wouldn’t connect to the Internet. She asked if I would come take a look at it while she got ready. She gave me her room number and I told her I’d be right there.

Jasmine opened the door with a bath towel wrapped around her and her hair in a towel. She apologized for her attire and showed me to the computer on the coffee table. About halfway through solving her log-in problem, I felt two warm hands on my shoulders. Trying not to act shocked, I turned my head. There she sat on an arm of the sofa, with nothing on.

I stood up, placed my arms around her neck, and said, “You really don’t care if your computer works, do you?” With that, she slipped her hand behind my neck and pulled our lips together. The kiss was gentle at first, then grew more passionate. A hand brushed the growing bulge in my pants, and I could feel the heat emanating from her.

I felt her breasts, and it was no surprise to find her nipples already hard and in need of attention. I gently squeezed, and she responded by doing the same to the bulge in my pants that now begged to be released. Kissing her cheek and then the small of her neck, I let my lips find their way to those nipples, feeling them grow harder by the second. I kept kissing, sucking, and moving downward, pausing briefly at her navel to play with that sensitive spot. Moving farther down, I gently spread her legs. She didn’t resist.

My fingers spread her hot smooth pussy lips. I leaned over, took her joy spot between my lips, and felt her hands move behind my head and pull me tight until I had no choice but to bury my tongue deep within her. She moved in rhythm to my tongue plunging in and out of her wetness. I felt her quiver just before she came. A tiny amount of her sweet juice trickled down my chin.

She stood up, her eyes now on fire, and tore at my clothes until she had me down to my skin. She led me to the bed, then took my shaft into her hot mouth. Her tongue danced and darted around the head before she took my full length down her throat. Then, suddenly, she pulled away and climbed on top of me.

She was twice as hot as when we’d started, and she meant business. I slid into her easily, and she again placed her hands behind my head. Her breasts pressed against my chest as her hips moved up and down, slowly at first but not for long. Her breathing grew faster as she approached another orgasm, my full length sliding in and out of her. She cried out as she came and hot juices ran down between my legs.

I had yet to reach orgasm, so she again took my prick into her hot mouth. With her tongue moving in unison with her bobbing head, it was more than I could stand. As I exploded, she gulped down my release. She cleaned me off with her lovely tongue and slid down beside me. A long, slow kiss followed. As if our minds were in sync, we both said, “I can’t wait for dessert.”