The Spanish Student Party
After Uni, I took a year out and went back-packing across Europe. By the time I reached Spain, I was low on finds, so took a job teaching English as a Foreign Language at a local Academy. Being in my mid-twenties and blonde, I was something of a novelty to my students, most of whom were only a couple of years younger than me; the majority of tutors at the Academy were either men or older Spanish women with dark hair and eyes.
At the end of my last term, a few of the students decided to throw a party for me at one of their houses. Alberto, a hot guy in his twenties told me where to turn up. So, that night, I changed out of my tutor gear and into a slinky little outfit I’d bought recently. If I’m honest, Alberto was one of four on my hit list – but only once I’d quit the Academy; you don’t mix business and pleasure.
I got to the party to find that there were only four guys there: the four hotties of the class. After a few glasses of wine, I found myself sitting with Alberto and another guy either side of me on a sofa, with one guy sat at my feet and one stood behind me.
“We want to thank you for your hard work,” said Alberto, in his thick accent, before leaning in and kissing me. Maybe it was the wine or the sultry Spanish air, but I kissed him back and then kissed the guy on my left. Suddenly, Javier, the guy standing behind the sofa, slid his hands down my top and began kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. Nicolas, the guy at my feet, pushed my legs apart and began lapping between my thighs; I was in ecstasy.
Alberto and his friend began licking my neck and kissing me, heightening my pleasure – but I couldn’t let them do all the work for nothing; I unzipped their flies as began to jerk them off as their friends tended to my every need. It was the beginning of a long night...