What Happens in Spain Ch. 02

"What are the options? What is anyone interested in?" Tina asked.

"It depends, what do you want? Beaches, Museums, National Parks, Castles, Shopping..." Irene responded, having thought about this several times since they'd asked if she'd consider being a "tour guide" for the group.

"Beach is my vote," Lori, normally the quietest of the five of them immediately responded.

"I love Benidorm!" Sherry popped up; "We were there last summer. We vacation there with family friends every other year."

"I'd love some beach time," Tina said, "the Spanish beaches are famous in Finland."

"Are you going with us?" Ryan asked pointedly at Irene, repeating Sherry's unanswered question.

She'd been undecided until that very moment. The thought of going home to Oscar had been always forefront in her mind, but now with the expectant pressure from her new friends, she realized that she really didn't need to go home, she'd been responding to expectations that she was putting on herself. Her girls would be just fine for a few days, and she really needed some time away from them and Oscar anyways - some 'Me' time. "Yes, of course. So, is it agreed? We all want to go to the beaches?" she continued, "not Toledo or Granada? Perhaps Sevilla or El Escorial, or some castles or museums?"

"I've seen castles and cathedrals before," Lori responded. "After a while, they all seem the same. I'd rather find some nice beach and have a couple of days relaxing than go to museums or Castles, but I'm up for anything."

"Ryan?" Tina asked, turning to him as he hadn't said anything.

"I'm good for anything. Beaches sounds perfectly fine to me."

Glancing around, Irene saw nods indicating that everyone was in agreement. "Beaches it is. Let me pass it on and see what they can get us for someplace to stay."

~

Irene found herself again and again during the day thinking of the bulge in Ryan's pants from that morning. She knew she'd just been in the perfect position to be able to glance down when she had, but she also knew that anyone else could have also. The first time looking at his crotch had been an accident, but it hadn't kept her from checking it out again later. She had again sat next to him at lunch, or rather, she'd been there first and he'd sat next to her, but she hadn't seen anything even though she'd looked. Later that afternoon, once again in the computer room she'd taken a glance and been rewarded once more with the sight of a significant bulge. I wonder how he compares to Oscar had originally run through her mind, and then changed to or Albert. She mentally chided herself for such thoughts, especially when she realized she'd gotten wet.

The street side pub turned into a sidewalk café for dinner that night, which turned into another bar on the way back to the hotel. Ryan had been by her side virtually everywhere, his hand on her elbow or the small of her back. When they headed back to the hotel, the five of them all squeezed into the small elevator, and she found herself squished into a corner against Ryan. He shifted slightly, his arm going around her waist and he pulled her back against him. She didn't resist, but she did see Tina glance down momentarily and she knew she'd seen his arm around her waist. Standing that close she couldn't help but recognize his smell and, apparently, he could smell her also as he said so. The chatter between Tina and Lori and Sherry filled the elevator, but it didn't stop her from hearing him inhale, and his quiet whisper so that probably just she could hear, "You smell good." She felt her nipples crinkle when she heard this, her internal question from earlier returning to her mind, I wonder how he compares to Albert, and a gush of warmth in her pussy. She tried to give no indication she'd heard, but she knew her body was responding to Ryan, her thoughts going to Ryan more and more.

Tina had gone in to the toilet and Irene had started putting on her pajamas, getting ready for bed. Hanging her blouse in the closet, she'd removed her bra and opened her suitcase to drop it in as dirty clothes, but in opening the suitcase, she saw her friend. She'd purposely left it in her suitcase when she'd found out she was sharing a room with someone unknown, but now, she stopped. She knew she was wet, and needy. Not as wet as when she masturbated, but the smell of Ryan, hearing him whisper in a crowded elevator that she smelled good, his hand on her waist, seeing the bulge in his pants that morning and again in the afternoon. Thoughts of how he might compare to Albert, or admittedly Oscar, and she knew if Tina hadn't been there, she'd be taking her toy to bed with her right now. The thought of Tina reminded her that last night she'd taken a buzzing little friend to bed with her. She bent down and picked up her friend, her hand wrapping around the full shaft. Reaching into a side pouch she grabbed her bottle of lube and turning, took both to her bed. She slid the lube under the pillow and her friend under the sheets onto the far side of the bed, careful not to put it too far where it might fall to the floor.

She had no more than turned away from the bed when the bathroom door opened, and Tina stepped out, wearing nothing but panties. She glanced at Irene who was also wearing nothing but panties but said nothing. That until that point Irene had never undressed except by the closet where she immediately put something else on, but now was nearly naked in the middle of the room, could not have been missed by Tina. She stepped over to the bedside drawer while Irene returned to the closet and picked up her pajamas. Instead of needlessly putting them on, she just headed to the toilet.

Tina had already climbed into her bed when Irene came back out of the bathroom. She slipped her panties off as soon as she got into bed, hoping that it would seem like she was just settling in. The usual evening chit-chat subsided rapidly, and soon enough Tina was quiet, presumably asleep. Still, she waited several more minutes before surreptitiously sliding a hand under the pillow to reach her bottle of lube. Carefully opening the end under the covers without looking, she dribbled several drops onto her fingers by feel and then slid her hand down to spread it on her lips and clit. The electric tingle as she touched herself made her shudder. She didn't need to add lube to her vagina, except that she had for the very first time with her 'friend,' she'd never needed or added add extra there. Despite having been married for 17 years, she'd only discovered since she'd bought her 'friend' that she got very wet when she was extremely aroused. That Oscar had only ever made her that aroused a few times in their marriage never crossed her mind, she just knew that when she was ready to play with her friend, she was always wet enough to not need any help. Slowly moving her arm, trying to not make any noise, she maneuvered her friend between her legs, lying it on her slit where she could rub it against her clit. Stopping she listened, and satisfied that Tina was asleep, she began to concentrate on herself.

Sliding the hard monster against her clit was pleasurable, but she knew from the start that wasn't where she wanted it. Her own juices oozed between her lips, providing extra lubrication which she could feel as she rubbed herself with it, but soon enough, that wasn't enough. She moved a leg aside, repositioned her friend at her opening and began to slide it inside herself.

As always, the fullness she felt as she filled her vagina with her friend was exquisite. She'd learned the depth she could go before she bumped her cervix, so much deeper than Oscar could ever go. The difference tonight was that, rather than imagining her friends husband Albert, for the first time she was imagining someone else - Ryan. The glances at his crotch, the bulge of his prick in the leg of his pants; she imagined it expanding, wondering just how far down his leg it would extend if he'd gotten hard. The thought that maybe he was like Oscar, that she had already seen him erect teased her mind, but she knew it couldn't be. He'd made no indication that he'd been aroused, in her mind she knew it was just that he was well endowed. He had to be well endowed.

Knowing exactly how to move her friend to give herself the most pleasure, she began doing so. Sliding it out part way, most of the way, and then back in. Pushing down on it, forcing it to tilt inside her to create the most pleasure, or just sliding it in and out, tantalizing her senses. In her mind Ryan was standing in front of her with a magnificent erection, just for her. She heard him whisper, "suck me", and even though it would not have been arousing if it had been Oscar, it certainly was if it was Ryan. She imagined her lips closing over his prick, an impossibly huge, ungodly huge, cock. She licked her lips, and without realizing it, moaned her pleasure.

Subconsciously she knew she needed to be quiet, and thought she was, not even realizing that she'd moaned. She didn't realize that her movements beneath the sheets had become amplified in the quietness of the room, that she was taking care of herself under the sheets was amply evident to Tina who, aroused by her moan, now in a reversed repetition of the night before she couldn't not hear Irene's self-pleasuring. Irene's left hand held her friend, plunging it into herself now as the fingers of her right hand strummed her clit. Her practiced motions knew exactly where to touch, her left hand knew exactly how deep to go - the monster friend just touching her cervix with each thrust, an intrusive sense that oddly was even more pleasurable. Her mental image of a monstrous Ryan cock filling her mouth graduated to him between her legs, sliding himself into her, rather than her own hand sliding her friend inside. If she could have seen her right fingers, they were now a blur on her clit, her back arching, her hips clinching as she raised them, pushing back against her fingers - and suddenly she was there.

An "Ungh" slipped from her nose as her mouth was closed, a shudder wracked her body, and she stopped her movements. She knew she had to be quiet but couldn't stop her panting. Slowly she brought her breathing under control, her ears searching for noise from Tina as she became more aware of her surroundings. Immediately her mind started assessing what had happened, realizing that perhaps she hadn't been able to maintain the quiet that she'd imagined. She realized her hands had probably been rustling the sheets, when she'd raised her hips it had probably had some audible noise. Vaguely she realized that maybe she'd grunted once or twice, but with her ears now attuned to the quiet of the room once again - she heard nothing.

Her body slowly relaxed, her friend still buried deeply inside her, when Tina giggled. "My god girl, you almost got me off!"

Mortified, Irene couldn't help but sharply draw in her breath. Immediately all the mental messages about how much noise she'd been making, hoping it was just imagination, came to the surface. There was no hiding it, Tina had just confirmed she knew she'd been pleasuring herself. At first, she couldn't say anything, feeling the blush of embarrassment even in the dark, but eventually said "I didn't intend to disturb you."

"You didn't." Irene didn't for a moment believe it, just that Tina had said something, after she'd thought she'd been asleep, meant that she had disturbed her or perhaps awoken her. "It's ok Irene, we all do it." It was silent for a few moments, before she said, "It sounded like you've got a toy? What do you use?"

Irene was again mortified, but somehow glad that she didn't have to hide it any longer. She rolled onto her side, surreptitiously sliding her monster cock from her pussy and letting it fall to the bed by her legs as she did. "Uhh," she hesitated, "I've got a dildo."

"Ahh, I wondered. I brought my little pocket rocket along. I left my dildo at home."

"You've got a dildo?"

"Doesn't everyone? It's a rabbit, with the little clit tickler... My husband can drive me wild with it."

"Oh." Irene wasn't sure what was more surprising, that she was lying in bed talking with her roommate about sex toys, or that her roommate was talking about playing with them with her husband.

"What did he whisper to you?" Tina asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"What did who whisper to me? When?" she responded, totally not understanding the question.

"Ryan. In the elevator. I know he whispered something to you."

"Oh," she hadn't realized that anyone else had heard. "He said I smelled good."

"Hmmm. He's definitely got the hots for you, girl. Are you going to do him?"

"Tina!" Irene exclaimed with shock, "I'm married."

Tina giggled again, "So am I, but what does that have to do with it?"

"You'd do him?"

"Yeah, I would, but he's not interested in me. Haven't you seen, he hasn't had his eyes off you all week long."

"But... your husband? What would he say if he found out?"

"It's not like I'd hide it from him," Tina responded, the tone of her voice saying that she thought Irene was implying (rightfully so) that she would. "I'd tell him that one of my co-workers was a pretty cute guy with a big cock and how well he'd taken care of me, and if he took good care of me, I'd share all the details."

Immediately Irene's mind flashed to all the conversations with Oscar over the last years. How many times had he asked about her wanting to fuck someone else? How many times had he asked if she ever desired a larger cock? How many times had he hinted that the thought of her with someone else was a huge turn-on for him? Her mind flashed back to the present, Tina saying that Ryan had a big cock.

"You think he's got a big cock?"

"Don't you? Don't tell me you haven't been checking out his pants. He's been checking out yours."

"He has?"

"Girl; are you oblivious or what?"

"I... I haven't seen that."

"When we walked to lunch today, where was he?"

She had to stop and think. They'd walked; she and Shirly and Lori had been in front as the walked to the cafeteria, Tina and Ryan had been just behind them. "Behind me."

"Yep. Behind you with his eyes on your behind."

"Where does he sit in the lab?"

"Beside me," she answered without hesitation. Shirley was on his other side, Ryan, then her, followed by Lori and Tina on the far end.

"With his eyes on you. I don't think I've ever seen him even glance at Shirley. It's hard to figure how he found the first big problem, he's got his eyes on you more than on the screen. If you'd wear something showing a little cleavage, we'd have to put a bib on that boy! Show him a little skin girl, he's dying for it."

And just like that, the conversation was over. She mulled everything in her mind that Tina had said, knowing what she was proposing was totally out of character for her. "Show a little skin, show a little cleavage" kept running through her mind. No way, her conscious mind intoned. She knew that tomorrow she'd wear what she always wore to work. Just before she fell asleep the thought well, you do have that one flirty blouse... why'd you bring it if you didn't intend to wear it? ran through her mind.