That It Should Happen Again

A sequel to ‘Hannah’s Holiday Fever’

“You are the beautiful woman I remember…”

Hannah had every reason to believe the persuasive words on his sensual lips and on seeing Manolo again. She had been taken, before, by his deep seducing voice, every word an invitation to throw caution and restraint to the wind, and her reasons for being here cast aside once more. She could not quell the undeniable knot of longing that arose within her as she remembered all that they had discovered during a few tempestuous days of his last Army leave. The family had returned home, and she had been alone in the house, the holiday season yet to really begin.

Restraint had no place in their tempestuous union, her body and mind overwhelmed by all that she had engaged in with a young, accomplished, and only too energetic lover. To feel ‘wasted’ after nights in her bed with him confounded all that had gone before; she living through times of emotional torment whenever she was in her second home. It was looked on as a place for family, relaxation and where she could paint; a haven where she had sought to rebuild her life following bereavement.

She had travelled to ‘Quinta Virgia’, the Randall family’s holiday home, set above the sea and a fishing town not far from San Sebastian. She, and her late husband, Stephen, had always loved the old place; had renovated it and created three holiday apartments, the income from them now helping her to keep the property as she and Stephen had wanted. The old house was large, its shuttered windows keeping out the lashings of Atlantic gales. She lived in half of it and had exclusive use of the swimming pool whenever she and the family holidayed there. The house and grounds were maintained by Pedro and Helena Martinez and, for all she knew, with Manolo’s help.

“I wasn’t to know that you would be here…” she told him, her Spanish as good as times away allowed.

“I was lucky to get a few days leave…”

“And now you’re here…”She felt it to be more than a coincidence.

She ached from fatigue following the long journey through the mountains; driving her smart four-by-four over twisting and turning roads, from the ferry port at San Sebastian, until she reached a familiar dip in the road. Beyond was the sight of the bay, its sandy crescent and ragged stone outcrops stretching out before her; the township hugging its shores or perched on the clifftops. She felt that she would soon be arriving in her true second home; the rugged coastline of the Asturias, Cantabria and the Picos de Europa offering a wonderfully calming counterpoint to all that she knew back home near Oxford.

“I do not forget you…what we did together, Hannah…”

She hadn’t either and had used her time, when painting, to think back on all that she had succumbed to with him, an ardent and accomplished young lover of her far from youthful body; her full-breasted fleshiness like an aphrodisiac to his raging need of her. The peace in mind and body that she had sought to find here had become quite different.

In his arms and claimed by all that he brought to her she had become like the insect fluttering against the glass of the window; a means of escape long to discover.

Would it be the same again this time?

♥

Manolo met her glance with an easy wave of the hand and a beaming smile that was stark against the deep tan of his face. He stepped confidently through the pass gate set in the wall surrounding the swimming pool, then to move soundlessly over the stone flags that formed the poolside edges. His strength and vigour were only too evident; what his look upon her conveyed was again only too clear.

Hannah shivered out of longing and dismay. She met that appraising look of his eyes upon her and knew that she wished him to be here with her; to forsake all wordy preambles and to delight in him again and for Manolo to take her.

A casual, yet purposeful, sweep of a hand through her cropped blonde hair tightened the fabric of her blouse against her body. She saw how his look upon her followed every move that she made. To be naked in his arms once more, to feel his strength and to take this young man into her body possessed her thoughts. Lust gnawed at her resolve; the tensing of her muscles, where she wanted him to again be taken, impossible to control. She felt wet, drew in her abdominal muscles but it failed to stem the flow. Manolo had that effect on her, the quietly spoken English woman now lusting after a young man with his toned body, silken dark hair cropped short, lean features and a penis that sprang out from a mat of black hair. She remembered it all about him, down to the last detail, his encouraging ways making her behave like a ‘bitch in heat’, demanding and finally lost in all that she had succumbed to.

Manolo had known how to use it, all that he had, to take her out of only too ordered ways. The rules of the game that they played had been rehearsed long ago. They would not stop Starzbet them now, just as they had failed to do the first time. Manolo had reawakened the passionate woman after months of emotional slumber, and an empty bed and body, that bereavement had brought upon her.

“I have thought about you,” she confessed on a wobbly smile, “though I tried not to do that. We had our moments…or so I thought.”

“I felt that way also, but now I cannot stay away, señora…you are so often in my mind…that it feels like it is so all of the time,” he murmured as one hand touched her face, caressed her cheek and he moved to draw her to him.

She smiled, even as she wondered if the words were those of the accomplished seducer. ‘Too much talk,,,,’

‘Then this…’ Uninhibitedly, his touches traced a path over her body; his fingers smoothing the tight swell of her breasts, delightfully shaped by the mauve, halter-necked summer top that she had put on with a billowing, white cotton summer skirt, her sandals discarded and her toes touching his feet. “I…I want you…want to be here until morning. I cannot stay away…now that I see you again.”

He kissed her, deeply and she took fistfuls of his shirt as Manolo reclaimed her, for that was how it felt; the inexorable submission to him.

“I know…I don’t want that either!” she gasped on feeling the repeated, questing touches of his hands; how they traced a certain path over her body and to then draw her to him; to have her feel his need to know of it once more and with her; to be taken to bed; to rediscover the furtive frenzy that they had known of in the orchard that very first time; that encounter a prelude to prolonged times of loving…no, fucking and being wasted…in her bed. Her body had never been claimed in the ways that it had and by him; her breasts achingly tender, her thigh muscles exercised by keeping up with his tamping rhythm, her pussy’s walls stretched and caressed in ways that had her clinging to him and squealing in reckless abandon to his taking of her.

Love and lust had merged into a sheet of unquenchable heat until she had surrendered to his ways, her voluptuous body, trimmed by her diet and all that she had gone through. She had become a new woman and now a source of pleasure to him. She had looked on their earlier times together as a rite of passage, from moments of mourning to those of renewal.

“Show me where…Hannah?” he asked even as Hannah gathered up the few things that she had set on the poolside table. She languished, for an instant only, in his embrace, and met the unmistakable look of yearning in his eyes upon her.

“Upstairs…upstairs!” she gasped on turning to see that he had stripped off his T-shirt, his strong torso a delight; the soft hair on his belly and stomach tracing a path below his belt. Hannah rushed from him, but he detained her in the hall and shared in wild, deepening, open-mouthed kisses; the dart and wanton swirl of their tongues to be shared. Manolo allowed her but a moment’s respite, from his questing caresses after he had unfastened her top, to allow her to lock the door.

“You wonder…you are so beautiful…such a woman!” He wanted to know again this fleshy beauty who had taken a hold in him the first time; thoughts of what they would share, and he would coax from her, since he had last seen Hannah provoking this impetuous attendance upon her and that, much to his surprise, she welcomed without any inhibitions or restraint.

“Catch me!” She laughed it out, her brazenness of no surprise. Hannah rushed from him and her agility leading Manolo quickly to the top of the stairs and the cool of the landing. “I’ve not forgotten…anything about you!”

He wondered at her command of Spanish, the English woman whose passion was so controlled and a surprise until he had seduced it from her that first time in the orchard. Hannah tugged free from his hold on her and she scampered into the bedroom, turned for an instant to see his stumbling steps as Manolo shamelessly followed her, stepping out of his jeans and pushing down his briefs.

“Ai, hombre! Que fuerte!” she gasped on a trembling voice on seeing his strong, aroused flesh; what this young man would bring to her in quite different ways from all that she remembered. His penis arced out from his belly, swayed as he moved towards her and jerked up. She saw again all that he would bring in claiming her and that she ached to take and work, if her energy allowed.. The ringing of her iPhone did not distract them. “Ven…ven!” she urged.

“Como te quiero…conocerte,” he kissed, pulling her to him and she moulding her body against his, felt weak as she reached between them to feel the press of his penis against her belly, how he rocked and swayed, caressed her belly before she stood on tiptoes and felt caresses to her pussy’s lips as he pushed it between her thighs. There was no need to say that he wanted her, ached to know of her.

“I want you too…know of it all Starzbet Giriş again…over and over!” she replied in halting Spanish, his presence against her naked body arousing the charge of an unquenchable excitement, a frenzy that would have to be satisfied and now. The present would erase the memories of a wayward few days the last time she had been with him; passionate and wayward moments with the son of a couple in her employment; times that she had thought were consigned to the past.

Manolo eased from her embrace, enough, and bent to kiss the tumble of those large breasts exposed to his gaze and touch; felt Hannah’s hands in his hair as he moved to tug away her skirt and panties. Their kisses deepen before she urges him to kiss them once more; to squeeze and tease his lips over each breast, causing her nipples to harden, her gentle tugs on his hair failing to ease the greedy intensity of these claims upon her.

“Move on…move on, Manolo, please!” she sighs in delight.

He knelt down and moved his hands over the skin of her hips and belly; slid the fingers of one hand over the warm soft skin of her thigh and claimed her. His tongue flickered over swollen, wet, parted pussy lips and she gasped.

“I go on?” he grinned on feeling the grip of her hands in his hair and hearing her moans of dismay at the pleasure that he had so quickly aroused in her.

“What do you think?” She gasped out the question. “Go on!”

Manolo sensed that he would bring la Inglesa on just with his tongue and searching fingers as he parted her pussy’s lips and pushed his flickering tongue and agile fingers into her.

“Me…now let me do this for you!” she called out, lost in what he had done and what she would seek to do for him, all restraint forsaken.

Manolo stood over her as she knelt down before him, gripped his prick and mouthed and licked on him, her nimble fingers squeezing his sac. He was proud of what he had been blessed with and knew that the woman would feel the weight of what was to be found there. He was breathing heavily, but it became deeper as her tongue flickered over the trembling tip of his arching prick and her hands and fingers worked him in long strokes.

“Ai…ai, woman!”

Hannah had parted her lips and taken him deeper into her mouth; squirmed as his hands held her head and guided her movements. He was pushing in and out, felt her grip on his legs tighten. She shuddered, coughed and looked up at him, bewildered by what he had sought of her.

“Sorry…it is too much for you, no?”

“Yes…and strange. I do not go that far…never did,” she confessed, her loving with Stephen never so riotous or unlimited.

“You still please me with everything else that we do.” He bent to kiss her. “You wonder…you surprise me so…but I do not lose it like this!”

He pulled Hannah to her feet and guided her quickly towards the bed. His lips and mouth delighted in her; his hands reached out to clamp the full swell of her breasts and to pinch erect nipples. He loved their warmth, weight, the pale freckled skin that was tipped by brown areolas and puckered skin of those inviting nipples.

“We do it…”

“In a moment! Suck them hard for me Manolo!” she called out, rubbing her hands over his muscular shoulders to draw him to her. “Suck on them…hard!”

He needed no encouragement. He licked and sucked on them, enthusiastically caressing their heavy swell as he did so. Hannah moaned and groaned, his agile fingers slipped down and caressed her wet folds; mimicked the act in deepening, circling claims.

“Yes! Yes…go on!” she cried out in pleasure as her body went tense. She’d never been fingered quite like that before. “Go on I said!”

Sh took sharp, quickening intakes of breath and arched her back as he continued to suck and finger her at the same time.

When he slid down the bed to place his face between her fleshy and, as he had told her, beautiful legs Hannah began to tremble. But when he eased back her lips and flickered his tongue, expertly and quickly, up and down her slit, then into her body and over her, Hannah squirmed and yelped out words of encouragement. Her hands clamped on him wherever she could reach.

Taking her clit hood in his mouth, he sucked as hard as he could on it, felt her hands in his hair, then on his head, to pull him harder against what he sought.

“Go slow…taste somewhere else!” she yelped again, knowing that much more of this would bring her to a shattering orgasm. Her grip tightened; this young man, her Spanish lover was treating her body to pleasures she had never known of.

“as you want, Hannah…”

Manolo was enjoying hiving this woman the best oral pleasure she had ever been given. The illicitness of it, knowing that his parents, Pedro and Helena, were in the cottage not so far away from her bedroom window made these shared acts all the more exciting, but short-lived.

“Manolo! Go on…go on!” she cried out in Spanish Starzbet Güncel Giriş as her fleshy body trembled and bucked to meet these claims upon it. She stared, as Manolo pushed her legs up and he knelt between them, as together they guided the swollen tip of his penis to her parted lips, the flesh pink and glistening.

He slowly entered, moved to reclaim her. Whether she was tight, or he was too big and thick for her, or Hannah was not ready, she still worked what he had brought, their rocking and bucking movements opening the way until he was engulfed, buried in her slicked heat. He loved to feel her grip on him, to clench her pussy’s walls around his penis and the caressing clamp of her hands on his hips, buttocks, the tingling prick of her fingers to the base of his spine to match his rhythm.

“Juntos…together…now we fuck…together!” he cried out as Hannah embraced him, her wonderful, fleshy breasts clamped in his hands or were claimed by his eager mouth. She raised her hips off the bed to meet his frenetic thrusts; caressed his hips with her legs and then locked them about his twisting, rocking body.

“Yes…yes…help me, Manolo!” she called out as he began to ram it into her with unrelenting force and agility that she could not control, her breaths becoming one long moan of submission to him. “Help me…help me to let go!”

Her calls, her gasps for breath and sighs of pleasure became stifled squeals as she sought to match his rhythm. He tensed deep in his belly, kept from losing it so soon, but the woman’s raging pleasure drove him into an uncontrollable frenzy of claiming and easing from her body. He kept her legs raised over the crooks of his strong arms as he dominated her in his actions.

“Hannah…Hannah!” Manolo called out as she tugged on his prick. The big-breasted woman knew how to fuck with him, and he wanted it all; her breasts, her tugging pussy muscles and heat, her fleshy legs brushing his hips and her hands caressing his buttocks, all of it urging him to go deeper. “You wonder…you passionate wonder! How…how I want you!”

She understood; hissed out words of encouragement to him; moved her head from side to side on the bed to deny him kisses and to gasp out her demands. She dug her fingers into his skin to keep him to her. She offered no respite from her brazen ways with him now. She had brought Manolo to the moment where they could share in the maddening rush of fulfilment.

“Si…si…ai…si!” The man brought so much to her, found places so deep inside her that had been neglected for far too long.

“Todo…toma todo de mi!” He stifled his cries on her mouth; clenched her breasts together and breathed hotly upon them as he emptied himself in shuddering leaps of his flesh deep within her; Hannah’s cries of to him in her orgasm met by wild kisses that she had to tear her mouth away from. She gasped out his name as the rushing waves of pleasure, and renewal, crashed over her and she tugged on his penis with all of her failing strength.

Where did pleasure end and pain begin?

‘You’ll break me…break me,’ she said on halting breaths.

‘As you break me,’ he answered, his words light and admiring.

She held onto his body as tightly until her lover’s movements slowed and she could stroke his enervated skin; feel the heat in what he had brought into her slowly subside, then ebb away.

Hannah shivered as Manolo finally withdrew from her body and she felt the trickle of his semen slick her thighs. ‘That it should happen again…and so soon…so wild and uncontrolled.’

“Que…que dices?” he asked not knowing what she had said.

“I share this again with you…” she answered, languorously but not saying his name.

“You are surprised?”

“I don’t know what to feel, Manolo…”

Hannah shivered and reached down to sweep her fingers lightly over her enervated skin. She felt a palpable rawness where her lover had been so emphatically. Her hips and thighs ached; her pussy felt stretched and knew a sense of emptiness that his withdrawal now aroused.

“I have nothing left to give,” she gasped on feeling his fingers touch her as she did so; shared in the act of finger fucking. “Stop, please…stop…I have nothing left to give.”

“You will again,” Hannah heard him say, as she languished in his embrace, and knew that it would be so and that she would seek it of him. It now felt that Manolo had pushed on an already open door.

She met his look across the darkened space between them, the last of the evening light just to be seen through the net curtains. Her fingers traced a path over his chest, then belly, before the touched again what had claimed her so lustfully.

“I’ve become someone else,” she murmured, in some dismay, as she moved to rest her head on his belly and to look down on his penis; to touch and then to settle until her mouth tasted all that had been shared. Whatever he sought to do for her she sought to offer in response.

“You are beautiful…make it so special for me,” he murmured appreciatively.

“You made me share things…do this with you…again,” she answered in some dismay for her wantonness, the frenzy of their couplings unlike anything she had shared in before. Just what had she started?