I’ll meet my informants in a cafe for an update tomorrow, with a little tapas and sangria. Link to original with sexy image in the commentsCatalina is a 27 year old waitress at a 5* hotel all over thirty in Barcelona. She also has a thing for red roses. She’s quiet and polite at work, letting her wild side out only when she moves her hips. I become acquainted with Catalina in the rooftop terrace bar of the hotel around 7pm. She’s wearing a tight white blouse and black skirt, showing off long bare legs as she walks back inside. I’m in Barcelona for a couple of nights, trying to figure out which member of staff at the British Embassy is passing on secrets to a terrorist group based in the city.She brings my drinks out to me on a silver tray. She serves drinks to wealthy guests during the day and learns to dance Flamenco in the evenings. Half a bottle of Champagne on my balcony later and Catalina is lying hesitantly on the bed. By the end of the night we’ve agreed to meet for a secret nightcap in my room.I strike up conversation, polite at first, but getting a little flirty by the end. I stripped off her white blouse on the balcony and pulled down her black skirt as we came into the room. Now all she’s got on is her super-sexy purple and white lingerie, a little ribbon on the panties.But she’s nervous, worried about being in older nude ladies a guest’s room at the place she works. I have a way of easing the tension. She smiles as each petal lands on her slender tanned body, some of them falling into her cleavage and onto her purple panties. So far I’ve narrowed it down to two people, and I’m keeping tabs on them both through local connections.She points to the vase of red roses on my table and explains how they fill her with passion. I can tell she’s getting excited. From my satchel I pull out the bunch of red roses from my table earlier and, one at a time, I shower Catalina with petals. Then I move myself between her legs so she can’t close them.I kneel on the bed directly in front of her and prise her legs apart, stretching her private area underneath those sexy panties, leaving her wide open. It hurts a little, but she’s not complaining. And I run the thorny rose stalk between her cleavage, across her slender stomach and down to her little panties.I discreetly put the roses into my leather satchel. She tenses up and clenches her teeth as the thorn scratches across her body, leaving a playful mark. As she does I side her purple panties to one side at the bottom, revealing her perfect smooth Spanish flower.And I drive in hard, all the way up inside her so that she lets out a loud moan as I enter. She keeps looking at the door as I slowly slide back out, all the way to the wet lips of her hole. But roses also have a thorny side. I leave the thorny stalk on her stomach as I move right up against her between the legs.Then I thrust back in again hard. I take her arm and put it firmly above her head; she turns to one side, looking at the door. And again, I pull back to the opening of her hole. I’m like a machine, thrusting in as far as I can go, then sliding out, making her moan and groan each time. Again she looks anxious about doing this, but there’s no time for hesitation. I order whiskey on the rocks watching the Spanish sun go down in the horizon.Her breasts look as if they’re about to burst out of her bra. The machine gets quicker, more efficient. She cries out with anxious pleasure. A long, but playful, scratch mark traces all the way down her stomach to the edge of her panties. Now they bounce more freely. I yank down each bra cup, letting her tits break out, nipples hard as rocks. Things begin to get quicker and quicker, harder and harder, all the time holding mature nude her long bronze legs open while I push up all the way inside her.Eventually her whole body tenses up completely for a few seconds and she looks up at the ceiling, mouth open. Then she explodes like dynamite, coming hard while I keep driving into her, no let up. She reaches out and clutches rose petals as she orgasms, letting out long cries of pleasure, her body wet. But I keep thrusting deep inside her, not letting her rest until I’m through.I grab hold of both her knees, forcing her legs even further apart, as far as they can go, mature woman older mature women as I drive deep inside her again. She gasps as she receives it all, stretching her arms out on the bed. Eventually I start slowing down. The thorny rose stalk stays on Catalina’s stomach. Catalina’s slender body is wet; she’s out of breath.Rose petals begin to drop off her slender body and as I push her harder back, her plump breasts bouncing up and down in her bra. Covered in roses, her body jolting back and forth, legs held wide apart, she begins to lock up. As she tightens her grip around crushed rose petals, tits bouncing out of their purple bra cups, legs held wide open, I unload everything inside her.I pick the bare rose stalk off her stomach and hold it up. ‘I guess the bar won’t be wanting this back now. ’ agentsandstorm She tries to resist but it’s no good. As I come to a stop, we both relax. Catalina is reaching tipping point.
