And I Love You, Too. (NSFW/Erotica)

“It’s such a beautiful day.” Standing on the fifth floor balcony of the hotel room they’d checked in to only minutes previously, Santiago surveyed the vista before him.
Maria dropped her backpack onto the bed, removed the hair band she’d worn all day, ruffled her hair and joined the distinguished-looking young man, outside. “It’s just such a beautiful countryside; where are we, exactly?”
“You know what?” Santiago’s expression softened, “I don’t know for sure. I know we are in northern Europe. After we met for the first time this morning, at Charles De Gaulle airport, our train stopped in Brussels and then continued through Belgium. Could we be in the Netherlands? I’m unsure, I dozed off several times.”
“No.” Maria pointed towards a mountain range. “The Netherlands are flat, bicycle friendly flat. Did you know that in the town of Utrecht you can coast along unaided on a bike for one kilometre after pushing through just five pedal rotations?”
“I did not know that, Maria.” Santiago grinned, amused by his companion’s reply. “How did you happen to come by this information?”
“I’ve told you, I received a good education back in Buenos Aires.”
“A good Catholic education and upbringing. I wonder what Sister Carmella would think of your pink hair?”
“I wonder what she’d think of this?” Maria faced Santiago and forced her hand between his legs. Her fingers groped the loose folds in his trousers, until, from touch, she identified his balls. With a firm grip established, Maria pulled her catch towards her. Santiago felt a flourish of bodily changes spring into action, as his lips met with hers.
Al-right,” Maria said, pulling away from the embrace, “a decent sized set you’ve got down there.” She winked, smiled, lifted up a little onto her toes and planted another kiss, this time onto the smooth space between Santiago’s eyebrows and nose.
“You know, it matters not where we are,” Santiago fixed his gaze into Maria’s green eyes, “I am just glad we found each other.”
“I can check our location!” Maria excitedly retrieved her phone from her jean’s back pocket and began tapping in her birth date code to access the phone’s features.
“No, hold that action Maria. Don’t you see? We are two porteños on an open ticket, a random adventure visiting the other side of the world a long way from home. Isn’t there something magical about that?”
“Oh for sure!” Maria cleared a list of notifications from her locked screen and returned the phone to her pocket. “Honestly, all the station names we’ve seen, they’ve meant absolutely nothing to me. All I can tell you is that we are not in Spain.” Laughing, she draped her arms around Santiago’s neck and scattered light kisses across from his jawline, to his cheekbone, to his temple. A sense of euphoria grew large and fluffy, inside Santiago’s head.
“M-Maria … Maria, I, I, love, you.”
Maria could make out the shape of two nipples showing through Santiago’s shirt. Deftly, she slid her hands down and covered both protuberances with the face of her thumbs. “It’s still early,” a cheeky expression danced across her face, “let’s open the wine you picked up. I’m taking a shower.” She gave his left nipple a sharp twist, felt his chest muscle tense and a satisfyingly deep growl vibrate through her momentarily flattened palm.
“If you don’t mind,” Santiago said, “I’ll kick these boots off and watch some TV whilst you shower.”
“Go right ahead, I won’t take long.”

Under the shower, Maria bowed her head forward. Her hair wetted, clinging to the sides of her face, neck and shoulders. Clouds of steam rose upwards and began to fill the small room. After another day full of travelling, it felt a relief to get thoroughly clean and fresh. However, she hoped Santiago would not wash until the morning. She’d felt dizzy after their initial embrace, enveloped by a potent ‘freshly cut grass’ smell, mixing with a bergamot fragrance from his clothes.
Soaped and rinsed, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to rub dry her hair. Pushing the shower room door ajar, Maria heard a shrill whistle followed by a loud roar of a crowd, emanating from the TV.
“You like football?” She called out, wrapping a large white towel around her body as she entered the room and from the coffee table, collected a glass filled with wine. “Salud!” She said, raising her glass in the air.
“Salud Maria.” Santiago’s attention refocussed on the young woman stood before him. “What’s not to like?” He said, taking a sip from his glass.
“Mhm … will we venture out this evening, to get something to eat?”
“You want to eat out?” Santiago swung his legs off the settee and motioned for Maria to sit beside him.
“Well, we’re only here for tonight and tomorrow morning; we might as well see something of the village, don’t you think?” Maria snuggled into Santiago’s chest and felt a comforting warmth spread throughout her body. His arm slipped over her shoulder and a hand rested on her hip.
“Half time has come and gone, they are into the second half and these are only the highlights. Why don’t we get to know each other better, then go out to explore what the locality has to offer?”
“Okay, what do you want to know about me?” Maria asked. She felt Santiago’s hand move underneath the towel, which untied and fell open, exposing her rounded breasts.
“W-ell, for example,” Santiago kissed the top of her head, “what brings you to Europe?”
Maria ran her hand slowly up and down a large bulge in the front of Santiago’s trousers. “I’m here to expand my horizons, to live a little, experience different cultures, taste some freedom and have adventures.” Her fingers located the button fly, popping them open one by one, before sliding inside to take a grip of his member. Santiago let out a moan of pleasure.
“I fully … approve of your intentions.” He said, as they began kissing passionately. Meanwhile, Maria freed his erect penis from his underwear and massaged sensuously back and forth along his shaft. For a while, she observed her own actions. This moment amounted to only her fourth experience of sexual intimacy, on this level. She marvelled at the muscle clasped in her hand, noting how several engorged blue veins decoratively meandered along his full length. She watched with a sense of joy the motion of the foreskin and light glistening in the moisture covering his gland.
Santiago’s rugged hand stroked her breast, the creases of his palm and fingers rubbed against her nipple, sensations of ecstasy shot out across her chest and down between her legs. Maria’s eyes rolled upwards, as her cheeks flushed red.
“There’s only twenty minutes to go.” Santiago nodded towards the TV screen, then unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it onto the tiled floor. Maria pulled his trousers and briefs down his legs. Allowing the towel to fall from her body, she straddled on top of Santiago, biting her lip while carefully guiding him inside her.
“I meant to say, earlier,” Maria whispered, as she began gently riding to the rhythm of his body moving underneath her, “and I love you, too.”

©Brinkinfield 2020 All Rights Reserved
Part of the Ekphrasis Project (story inspired by a collage)

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