Dancing Zeta

A brief professional encounter in Santander.

All my “real experiences” start real, but some develop into fiction (unfortunately). But this short tale is all factual.
I fancied a holiday driving around in Spain. The boat landed in Santander. I’d never been there before but, it being a port, I thought there’d be an area where I could find “easygoing” girls. Driving around early to mid-evening time I saw a couple of girls standing around and probably looking for business. I parked and took a walk. There were a few on the street to choose from. Probably more in the bars, but a slim attractive girl caught my eye. I don’t speak much Spanish, I can get a drink, a meal or an hotel room, that’s about it. It turned out she spoke a bit of English, enough for us to agree a price. She really looked good and seemed nice.
She led me to a door in a large block of flats, nearly all the town homes in Spanish cities are in large blocks of flats. First floor up and into a flat, the door was guarded by a middle aged woman who I assumed was the madam.
Into a room with a bed and a chair, and a table on which there was a big pitcher of water and a bowl. She pointed me to the water and the bowl. I assumed that a wash was required of me. I asked her name, she said it was Zeta. I said I was Dave, not true but the name I always gave in such circumstances. I paid her the money she’d asked for.
I took my clothes off and washed my private parts. She did the same. She was a perfect shape, beautiful breasts, pussy hairy but probably shaved a couple of weeks ago. I held her lovely tits and put my right hand down between her legs. She held my stiffening cock and led me to the bed.
I lay on the bed and she took over. She lowered herself onto my stiff cock. I was all inside her pussy and she moved up and down. I thought how tight she was and at the same time as wet as I’d ever known. It was like a velvet glove wriggling on my cock as she was giving me an experience I’d never had before.
This went on until I came, a wonderful sensation as I spurted inside her. That over, she got off and went again to the pitcher and bowl. Very business like. After I’d washed and dressed, I found a few more pesetas for her.
I left satisfied, still thinking how juicy her cunt had been. I wondered if her previous client had left a load inside her, as I had.
I follow horse racing and a few years later there was a mare called “Dancing Zeta”. I saw her once. I think it was at Longchamp on ARC day. She was owned by an Arab Shaik. It seemed unlikely but I wondered if the horse name might have been inspired by his encounter with Zeta. She’d certainly danced on my dick!

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