Take Me to Spain
an excerpt

Take me to Spain

Alicia awoke to the sound of rain. She pulled the covers over her head and tried to doze another few minutes, but the need for a cup of coffee soon outweighed her desire to lounge. It was the first day of her two-week vacation, and she had absolutely nowhere she needed to be.

It was April. April, in Northern California, usually meant spring weather, and only occasional rain as the dry season approached. Real northern Californians resented any kind of waterworks after March, and Alicia was no exception. Two weeks of luxurious idleness spread before her, but she would just as soon spend those days idling in her garden as well as inside her house.

She stretched, extending her arms above her head, and tossing her auburn hair across her shoulders. She enjoyed a daily workout, and had a tight, taut body to show for it. She sat up, enjoying the feeling of the cool, moist air on her breasts. As part of her vacation, she had decided to sleep every night in the nude, and she relished the mixture of freedom and exposure her nakedness gave her. Now she would see she had the nerve to follow through on the next part of her determination. She kicked off the covers and stood up.

Alicia looked in the full-length mirror on her closet door. Yes, she was fit, strong, and healthy. She wanted to be more in touch with her physical self, and so she had decided that as long as she was inside her house, she would wear nothing at all. It would be a test of her nerve, her determination, and if she succeeded, it would be a growth experience. After all, every vacation should have a growth component, she thought, and if she didn't have the ready cash for a trip to a foreign land, she could feel new things right here at home.

A shower sounded like a great way to warm up, so Alicia headed to the bathroom. It was a shame to be alone on such a gloomy, rainy day, she thought. But her husband had gone to Spain last week, and would not be back for three more weeks, so not only wasn't he around to enjoy her experiment, but because of the crazy way the office ran, she could not change her vacation to a time when he would be around. So, without Kyle, she was on her own. She turned on the shower and let it steam up the room.

The water was nice and hot. Alicia loved running the shower at its hottest. The few times she had showered with Kyle he had been amazed at how hot she liked the water, how long she could stay in it. Now, the hot water cascaded over her body, bringing out the blush tones under her honey complexion. She took the moisturizing soap and squirted a handful. The soap suds foamed up into a rich cream, and she massaged it gently into her breasts.

In her mind, she imagined Kyle's hands, tenderly kneading her breasts, his thumb going over her nipple, making it perk up and call out for more attention. She thought of her hips gyrating, her thighs parting automatically when he bent his lips to suckle her, his teeth grazing lightly over then now-prominent point. She moaned, and opened her eyes, smiling as she replicated the imagined movements. Well, if he wasn't going to be here, she would just have to entertain herself.

But not too much. Part of the fun of the day was going to be living in a heightened state of arousal, not one that was quickly quenched and satisfied, but one that would inform her entire day. She slipped a foamy finger between her legs, lightly rubbing her clit as she went by, and inserted the finger between her nether lips. Once, twice, and the soapy foam was replaced by her own slick moisture. That's enough, she thought. Plenty good way to start the day.

Alicia turned the shower off, and grabbed a nubby white towel. Energetically, she rubbed herself dry, paying special attention to all of her favorite spots. It took all of her self-control to stop drying once she was dry.

No need to dress, Alicia thought. Now there was a time-saver! She padded up the stairs to the kitchen. Here in California, reverse plans were not unusual in houses built on the downslope of a hill. When one entered through the front door into the public space of the home, the living room, the kitchen, were all on the entry floor. Then one walked down a flight to the private areas, bedrooms, baths. It was like walking down the hill. Up in the kitchen, double French doors opened on to a redwood deck that overlooked the canyon below, but was screened from all but the sky by the trees around the house. Alicia thought about taking her coffee out onto the deck. Only a passing traffic helicopter would be able to see her, naked in the lounge chair, drinking her coffee. And the overhang would keep the rain off.

She took the steaming cup and opened the doors. The cold air hit her and she stepped back. It wasn't like she lived in the Midwest, she reminded herself, where it could be thirty degrees out. It was about fifty outside, too cool for nude lounging, but certainly not frigid. She squared her shoulders, her erect nipples rising with the motion. If living completely was on the agenda, then a few minutes outside with her coffee were definitely in order.

She pulled the lounge chair under the overhang. Its mesh was wet from the rain, but she sat down anyway, leaning back into the chair, making herself feel the cool water, the air, and her nakedness. She put the coffee cup down on the deck and closed her eyes. Her hand traveled to her nipples, and she pinched them, just to feel the rush of sensation travel down to her belly. Again her thighs parted, and she took a finger and touched the clit. This time, she let her finger travel all around it, up and down, and she reveled in the feeling of warmth in contrast to the air around her.

She opened her legs some more, and opened her eyes as well, so she could absorb the notion that she was outside, in broad daylight, touching herself. No one could see her, but she was visible. Her breath quickened as the sensation became more potent. Under the terms of her own agreement with herself, she had to stop, but it was going to be very difficult. She flicked her clit again, and sighed.