Barcelona’s pedestrian streets pulse with night energy. Short walk from hotel. My black dress clings. No panties. Feels indecent. Exposed. Thrilling. François chose intimate restaurant. Long tablecloths hide games. Foot slides up my calf. Higher. Thigh. I smile. Stoic. Heat builds. Bite lip. Eyes shut. Need air. Toilets. Splash face. Mirror reflects him. Hungry eyes. No words. Handicap stall. Door slams. Pinned to wall. Dress hiked. Thrust in. Hard. Fast. Lifts me off ground. Gasps sync. Hand over mouth. Fear spikes adrenaline. Orgasm crashes. His follows. Pulls out. Leaves panties on floor. I slip them on. Wet. His. Back to table. Gentleman smile. Heart races. City hums outside.
Text intern. Room service pretext. Barcelona by night. Gaudí shadows dance. Phone checks obsess. Tired excuse. Hotel suite. TV porn moans. Shower quick. Robe only. Doorbell. Early. Heart pounds. Hide. She enters. Pink hair. Water bottle tray. Smart cover. Plateau down. Face her. Naked. Robe drops. Power surges. Her eyes widen. Shut. Approach. Soft cheeks. Lips brush. Tremble. Bites. Tongues dance. Hands roam. Unbutton blouse. No bra. Full breasts. Jealous flash. Skirt zipper. No panties. Blonde trim. Perfect. Bodies press. Skin to skin. Heat fuses. Lead to bed. She lies. Eyes open. Spots François. Panic. Cover eyes. Whisper. Safe. Kisses deepen. Control mine.