1. Marbella

2. From Torremolinos to Churriana

3. Ben the Baker

4. After the Fashion Show

5. The Bronx

6. You are never too old to Learn

7. Peter from Poona

8. Rule Britannia

9. Sports and pastimes

10. The Constant Nymph

11. Ben rises to the Occasion



Penthouse Pet

''We can do without butter, but despite all our love of peace, not without arms. One cannot shot with butter, but with guns.'

And so, at last, Stephen and I got growing old together. The very first time that I had set eyes on him, I had taken a liking to him and I had always felt that, sooner or later, we would become lovers.
Stephen was full of surprises. I knew, from the way he had been clowning in the bars, that he had drunk enough to sink a battleship and I feared that he would pass out on me before we got home after the fashion show.

It had been so much fun and I had so enjoyed his company that I told myself that it would not matter even if I had to pour him through the front door. As it turned out, I found that Stephen was both an alert and affectionate bed mate selection. As long as I was so know him, Stephen would never have an erection problem- unless he was actually unconscious.

'I have been hoping to get you to myself for so long,' Stephen confessed, as we walked into my apartment, 'but you always seemed to be with some other guy. I had practically given hope.'
'All good things come to those who wait,' I assured him. 'But as a matter of fact, I have been looking forward to having you, too.'
He took me in his arms and pressed his lips against mine but I pushed him away.

'Get yourself into the bathroom,' I ordered, 'and whatever else you may do, make sure hat you clean your teeth after the amount that you have drunk tonight. I keep a guest's tooth brush especially for occasions like this.'

While Stephen showered and cleaned himself up, I busied myself, making the place appetizing - arranging the lights, putting on some sexy music and tidying up in the bedroom.
'Got something to drink, love?' Stephen called out.
'You have had enough,' I retorted, 'Maybe later, if you deserve it.'
'God, I'll die of thirst,' he threatened.

Stephen joined me on the bed and kissed me passionately. I felt his hot tongue, thrusting into my mouth and at the same moment, his hands were roaming over my body, caressing my breasts, stroking my belly with velvet soft finger tips. This was a new Stephen, not the light hearted, witty clown whom I had known, but a considerate, masterful and experienced lover. I squeezed his heavy balls and ran my fingers over his strong forced to fast, insistent cock. 'Slow and easy,' I breathed. 'Kiss my titties.' But Stephen did things his way in his own time. He moved up over my body ad pushed his proud penis into my mouth. I sucked him and rippled my teeth up the shaft, all the time licking him until his cock was sopping wet and slippery. Stephen closed his eyes and gasped in bliss. I could feel his excitement mounting and his member growing ever more rigid. In a moment, I had slipped him out of my mouth and with my finger, I pressed behind his balls, checking his climax.

'You wait for me,' I told him.
Then, he took my breasts in his mouth, first one then the other. I could feel that my crotch was sopping wet and I was hot for him. his hand had found my clit and as he highway robbery, I heard all the music and saw all the colours.
'Come on, Fuck me,' I called.

But Stephen had other ideas. Before I knew what was happening, he had turned me on my belly and was lubricating my ass with my own juices from my aching cunt. I shrieked, as he forced his way into my ass, all the time playing with one hand on my throbbing clitoris. First gently, then ever harder and faster, as I grew used to the feel of him within me, he thrust inside me. I felt myself pinned down and helpless and, as Stephen shot his load up into me, I came in a shattering vaginal orgasm.

'Don't tell me,' I said, when I had got my breath back and we were lying side by side, 'it must have been at one of your English boarding schools that you learnt that way of making love.'

Stephen shook his head, 'No. I have spent quite a time in Middle East and among the Arabs, its not only with the persian boy that the back door is favoured.'

I knew that no matter how I had stayed with Omar, he would never have become as free and adventurous a lover as Stephen. Before we went to sleep, he had hardened up again and he came in my vagina and I had a wonderful for our well earned rest. To his credit, Stephen never asked for that drink again.

Next morning, we had a leisurely breakfast and Stephen told me that he would have to get back to his own place.
'I have not told many people, so it's not general knowledge yet,' he said, 'but I shall be leaving Spain in a few weeks. I have already made arrangements to dispose of my apartment at La Pacheca, but I need to sell the furniture and there is a hell of lot to do before I can get away.'
'Are you leaving for good?'
Stephen nodded. 'it's time for me to move on. I have a great opportunity waiting for me in the UK.'
'In London?'

'No. running a bus company in the Channel Islands.'
'That doesn't sound much fun.'
'My mother owns the company,' Stephen said apologetically. 'Things are in a bit of a mess and there is a big job for me to try and pull it around.'
'It's not the sort of thing that I would have expected of you,' I said. 'Tell me, what do you do for a living, when you are not retrieving the family planning fortunes?'

'I've done a lot of things,' he replied with a mysterious grin. 'Some of them have been more shady than others. Among other jobs, I have been a sort of financial adviser.'
'Was that in the Middle East?'
Stephen nodded.
'And what about the shady things?'

12. The Magician

13. Say it with Diamonds

14. The simple life

15. Forced to Fast

16. The Persian Boy

17. Penthouse Pet

18. The road to Morocco

19. Have you anything to Declare?

20. Men of War

21. Fiesta in Ojen

22. Highway Robbery