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Well my flights to Spain were uneventful and went by quickly because I slept through most of them. I napped for an hour on my first domestic flight but on the long overseas international flight I had an eye mask and earbuds playing ambient rain and I fell asleep hard. I slept until we landed with a thud on the tarmac and jolted awake. I had a window seat so I never had to move. My hair was all messed up and I had drooled down my chin. Lovely. Quite a picture I must have been. It was an 8 hour flight and I slept most of that. After being awake for more than 24 hours stressing, that helped. I had a brief layover in Germany and then a short 2 hour flight to Valencia. I even fell asleep on that flight so I was partly acclimated to the local time already. I landed in Valencia around 11 am local time although it took another hour in customs and baggage claim. Prof was there to greet me and I ran and hugged him. He knew nothing of what had transpired in my panicked previous two days. It was not something I could explain over the phone. And at the moment I was starving. We went straight to the hotel, dropping my bag in the room and then to a nearby cafe. The weather was lovely in the mid 60s and I could already tell I loved this city. It was old and charming and had gorgeous architecture. The city center was only 10-15 minutes from the airport. And from there it was only 3 km to the urban beaches, prof said. The streets were narrow but everything was walkable. Our hotel was within a few blocks of the university and had cafes, parks and markets all within 2 km. I’m trying to acclimate to metric.

I felt energized and not ready to talk about what was going on with me. I wasn’t burying it, but I was so happy to see him and I kissed him a lot and hung on his arm. I felt so much better just being with him. During lunch prof decided to break some news to me. He said that I had an interview on Monday. If I was interested. I was a little shocked and he apologized saying he knows I don’t like things arranged for me, but he said it just happened and he was very excited for me. I should back up and explain. Something I have not mentioned because I did not want to get too excited about the possibility until it was real. But I had been working for the last month or so on apps for numerous teaching positions in Valencia. The US and Spanish governments run these programs to supply (mostly recent grad) bilingual teachers to teach English in Spanish schools. It is compulsory in Spain for everyone to learn English and in order to supply that many English teachers they have many government funded programs that place teachers there. Most of them are part time jobs 16-20 hours per week and the pay is crap quite frankly, so there is a lot of turnover year to year. But it is something that I found very intriguing. A part time job to begin would be great and allow me to acclimate and explore this city and country. And it could grow into something permanent later. But more importantly it was an avenue to get a work visa which I needed to stay in the country beyond 30 days. So with profs help I had been working on my resume and got letters of recommendation from my boss, Helen, as both employer and tutor to her kids, as well as Madison’s mom. I had already submitted my application to several programs and was waiting to hear back.

But prof said that he had been talking with a colleague. A woman! Sorry I’m a girl and he has a history with fellow female profs so my immediate reaction mentally is ‘did you fuck her?’, but I bit my tongue for the moment. He said she worked with a local private international college on their academic programs and school preparatory courses. I put my petty jealousy out of my mind for the moment as he explained that this was a position as an assistant to an English teacher who was retiring. They were looking for her long term replacement and they wanted to hire someone as a teaching assistant who would shadow her through the rest of this academic year and then, assuming it went well, hire her for the position when she retired. Since it wasn’t a public college the pay was a little better as it was still subsidized by those government programs. And the college was mostly kids of wealthy academics, company people and diplomats and some American kids who lived abroad. It did sound very intriguing and I was actually interested. When he finished explaining I said “Entonces, ¿es linda?” (So, is she cute?). He said “¿Quién?” (Who?). I said “Esta perra que está coqueteando contigo” (This bitch who is flirting with you). He laughed and said “Cariño, tiene unos 64 años” (Darling, she is about 64 years old). I laughed and said “Sorry crazy Latina came out. But I will cut her if I have to.” I was interested in the job though, but I had not prepared for an interview so now I had that to prepare for. And by that I meant, I had nothing to wear?!?! Men never think of these things.

On that note I told him I brought €773 I earned whoring which I had exchanged on my layover in Frankfurt but now I would have to use it for clothes shopping. He shook his head and said “Of course my love, you earned it.” That sounded like he had heard details of my whoring exploits. But he did not ask about it. So after lunch we headed out to walk along the main shopping area which I found on his phone. He had a phone he had picked up and used here. I did not have an international plan on my phone (cheap ass carrier has no international option) so I was gonna be without communications for a week except on Wifi at the hotel. The stores were amazing with plenty of designer wear. I found a chic suit for only about €250 and a blouse for another €99. Prof wondered that meant we were done but I said “I need shoes darling.” He said “Did you not bring shoes?” Men. Seriously?!?! Shoes are the most crucial part of making an impression, especially to other women. I could not go walking into a private college interview with old or basic shoes. I brought mostly comfortable walking shoes and one pair of black heels. Designer Italian heels cost me another €295. With their VAT (tax) of 21% there went my hard earned wages. In fact I was about €10 short but I smiled and batted my eyes and prof obliged. I was not in Spain for more than 3 hours and I already spent all my money. But for a good reason. And it was his fault he had not told me so I could not prepare. But he had whored me out so it all worked out. I figured I would need all new clothes for living in Europe and a new job. Right? Maybe he would get the idea that he was gonna need to whore me out to afford my clothing budget. I hope so. I already saw a lot of Spanish daddies I’d like to fuck.

We headed back to the hotel. It was siesta time anyway and I could use a nap. But I knew prof would expect his salacious cumslut to perform. But, I wasn’t quite ready to do that. It was just something I had to purge. So I sat him down and told him the entire story about my incident and also everything that transpired with Lexi, and my suspicion that I was drugged by Jerr. He was angry. Not at me, but at Jerr of course. And also himself. He said he should have never left me alone in a place like that. Well he was probably right, but I had also assumed I was safe and I should have been more careful. He also wanted to begin calling everyone, especially Lexi. But I told him it would do no good. She had to resolve whatever she was dealing with first. I know her. And this was a conversation we had to have in person. Especially since it had occurred to me that Lexi might be aware of what happened and had not told me. I did not want to believe that. But it was efficient. After that, prof sensed I needed love and support right now. We laid down for a nap and he just held me. I cried softly, but it was more from relief and feeling secure. With him, with everything. Even if the worst had happened, I would be ok as long as I had him.

I woke up feeling totally refreshed. Prof was sitting in a chair quietly reading. Man I could get used to this siesta thing. I love to nap. Apparently it is no longer a literal nap time for everyone, but a midday break for a lot of people. But I plan to embrace it. I was suddenly feeling a certain craving. I got out of bed and crawled over to prof. He looked over his book as I ran my hands up his pant legs as I licked my lips. My self imposed sex hiatus was over. It was not like I did not want sex because of an incident (ot two). I have no memory of it so it does not bring up any bad memories if that makes sense. But I did want to be held for a while. And now I wanted some happy juice. Prof was happy to oblige and raised his hips as I pulled his briefs down. I immediately got to work on his cock, enjoying my task. You can’t deny your nature. And mine is to service cocks. I sucked him thoroughly and throated his full length. I was soon sucking his balls and jerking his shaft vigorously and then resumed sucking his cock while stroking his balls. It had been a week for him so he did not last too long which was fine by me. He had also definitely saved it for me, as I received my reward in great globs of delicious cum down my throat and I greedily made sure to swallow every drop. I raised up and kissed him saying “I love you, and thank you for being patient. But I’m ok now.” It was my green flag meaning all systems go for this whore. I unpacked and settled in for the week, connecting to wifi at the hotel, checking messages, etc.

And I let daddy know I was safe. He was still my daddy and I was gonna miss Thanksgiving back home. But it was not a gigantic tradition in my family. We did celebrate it but not in the usual way. Pre pandemic anyway, we almost all the time drove out to New Mexico that week to visit my paternal grandparents. They had been migrant farm workers but when daddy was of legal age he was able to get them citizenship. And at that time they took benefit of some affordable land and homestead exemptions (whatever that means) to buy a farm/ranch in New Mexico. It was a days drive from Houston through mostly mind numbing portions of west Texas. But they were in the fertile lower Rio Grande River valley of SE NM, which had some beauty and mountains in the distance. Their pueblo style farmhouse was filled with fresh vegetables from their crops. They mostly grew onions, peppers, beets, radishes, and some spices like cilantro and oregano. They were independent and sold through farmers markets and to local grocers mostly, but they made a modest living. Mi abuelo still worked the land himself at the age of 68 (with other hired help, mostly migrants like they were). Mi abuela raised goats and chickens and tended to the farmhouse. They never wanted anything more than they had. It was a quaint existence and like some other time and place to go there. I love them dearly, but thanksgiving was hardly a traditional American one. The food was amazing and fresh but not a turkey dinner. It was more likely to be pork and chile based posole, tamales and beans. Daddy and Christie were flying out to NM this year which was nice. During pandemic our Thanksgiving had just been me and daddy. I cooked and we fucked like rabbits all day. Good memories, but probably best to not repeat that tradition any more.

I took a shower, shaving my pussy again, and did my makeup fresh after traveling for the better part of a day. We got ready for dinner which is not generally before 9pm here in Spain. I wore a colorful dress but no bra or panties. We had a leisurely stroll to the restaurant as it was not yet 9pm, with the cool evening breeze going up my dress to my bare pussy. I was not worried about being cold, anticipating good food, wine, and dancing to make my box hot. And I was right. I had my first exposure to Spanish cuisine back home. But this was amazing, something about the authenticity and location I’m sure. We danced and ate a leisurely three hour meal, starting with tapas. The wine was also amazing but I made sure not to have too much. I wanted to be fully present tonight. Valencia is where paella originated so it was the best I’ve had. We also discussed our plans for the week. It was not overly loaded and he would have to be at his office and working at least some of every day leaving me some time to explore on my own. As the evening wore on and we got more and more intimate in our booth he ran his hand up my bare thigh and played with my pussy at the table. I was more than ready to be fucked and reclaimed and I looked in his eyes and said “Take me to bed.” We headed back in a cab to expedite our trip and since it had dropped into the mid 40s. In the elevator I felt very playful and dropped my dress walking out nude and sauntered down the hallway to our door. Prof scooped up my dress and followed. Nobody saw me but I would not care.

I crawled on the bed in my heels and spread my ass looking back as prof undressed. As I waited I teased my lips and rubbed my clit. I was slickly wet already. My man knelt beside the bed and planted his face right between my ass cheeks kissing my cunt and then running his tongue up the length of my slit from clit to taint. I gasped as it was such sweet relief. He began eating me greedily and tongue fucking me deeply. I was happy to let him eat me as long as he liked. He sucked my cunt lips into his mouth and then ran his tongue up and down my slit repeatedly, driving me wild. Then he focused on my clit, lathering it with his tongue and slipping two fingers in my pussy. I was creaming his face. He moved up from there and started eating my ass while still fingering me harder and harder. Then he tongued fucked my pussy again and his thumb slipped in my ass. I was so wet and ready for both holes to be used. He rose up and his cock entered me fully while he kept his thumb in my ass. He popped my anal sphincter with his tumb, in and out, in the opposite rhythm of his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. It was so amazing and I started cumming in a series of waves rocking my body. Then he withdrew and placed his cock at my asshole. I pushed back eagerly, wanting it in me again. My ass spread instinctively to accept his girth and I pushed the entire length up my ass groaning loudly. Then he started thrusting in and out of my ass. My hand found its way to my pussy underneath and I rubbed my clit now rolling through a few more orgasms as he pounded me for several unrelenting minutes. Then I reached way back for his balls and stroked and tugged them as he kept slamming my asshole. Finally he groaned and thrust deep to the hilt as he started cumming in my ass. It had been a great first day in Spain. Amazing city, incredible man, and awesome sex. We fell asleep just holding each other.

Sunday looked like a spectacular day. I woke up early due to the time change and just lay there for a while. No rush so I did not wake him for sex yet. I got my phone and checked messages. Nothing. I got my computer and did some research on the college. I wanted to be prepared. I found their grade system mirrors the US and Spanish systems so basically grades 1 through 12. I had put a robe on sitting in the same chair prof had been and seeing some of the life on the street below. Prof stirred and woke up an hour or so later. I was famished and still off on my time so I grabbed the phone and called for room service breakfast. As I was sitting back in the lounge chair prof came back and got between my legs parting them and moving the robe to the side. I was still trying to order and he started licking my pussy. I ordered and asked him what he wanted. He said “Just this” and kept eating me. I hung up and lay back letting him enjoy his meal. I put my legs up over the armrest on either side and he started eating me heartily and finger my wet cunt. My robe fell off completely. I was aware I was in front of an open window with an apartment building facing this way but I really did not care. He ate me out and made me cum, squeezing his head in my thighs as my thighs shook with little tremors. I had just relaxed when there was a knock. It was room service. I was flushed and out of breath but I got up to get the door as he sat in the other chair. His hardon prevented him from answering. In my euphoric state I did not care about exposure and left the robe open in front. The young Spanish boy got a good eyeful of me as he brought it in and put it on the table between the lounge chairs. I went to the restroom and prof tipped him. We had a lovely little breakfast looking at the street life of the city, it was pretty slow on a Sunday morning. When I finished my coffee and some fruit and a croissant I topped it off with a mouthful of cum giving prof a return oral treatment.

We were heading to church though so we showered and got dressed after. We walked to the amazing Basilica of the Assumption of Our Lady of Valencia or simply Valencia Cathedral which is in gothic architectural style and dates from the 1200s originally although it took centuries to complete. It also houses a chalice said to be the Holy Grail that Jesus used at the last supper. It was gorgeous and an amazing mass in Spanish. Afterwards we walked around the area including the Plaza de la Virgen (Virgin Square) which has a fountain and monuments and is a busy pedestrian area. We sat at a cafe and just took it all in. I had someone ask me if I spoke Castilian (Castellano). I was a little confused because he was speaking Spanish. I asked prof and he said not everyone in Spain speaks Spanish as their primary language. That was a shock to me. Those that do sometimes call it Castillian, not Spanish, but there are other languages including Catalan in the region we were in and Bosque and Galician in the northeast and northwest areas. But Spanish is the common language of most. From there we walked a few blocks to the central market of Valencia, an amazing sprawling enclosed market with stalls that had fresh fruit, vegetables, breads, spices, seafood, meat, cheese, etc. and also places selling fully cooked dishes to eat right there. We checked it all out and then got some lunch for ourselves. What an amazing place if you lived in the central area of the city you could get all your food there.

Then we walked to the metro and rode a few stops to the university. He showed me his office and some of the campus although it was mostly closed and quiet on a Sunday. We did not break his office in although it crossed my mind but I knew he was not gonna be risking his job bending me over his desk no matter how much I wanted it. After that we took a cab to the cultural area and the City of Arts and Sciences and Oceanographic venues. They were amazing in this big green area that runs through the city. Reminded me of the cultural area of Mexico City. People were out everywhere enjoying a gorgeous fall Sunday. It was about 70 degrees (no idea what that is in Celsius – lol). We spent several hours checking out the exhibits, prof had not visited them on his own but he loves anything educational. We were not up for a big meal so we simply ate at the hotel restaurant when we got back. My interview was the next day so I did not want to drink or be out late. We made love of course, 69ing for a long time and then he pounded my pussy in numerous positions before finishing in my mouth. That undoubtedly helped me sleep but I was still not fully acclimated to the time so I fell asleep and woke up early again.

I was now anxious about my interview, just the unknowns and not actually having experience. But they were not looking for that. All I could do was be myself. I got ready, taking extra time to look my best. I was pleased with my outfit and it made me feel confident. The blouse could be buttoned high and conservative or by undoing one button I could show some cleavage. That way for women I could look more conservative and for men I could show a little boob. Use what you have right? Prof got up and got ready too. He was gonna take me to the college so I did not get lose and then got to his office at the university. We had breakfast downstairs and then walked to the metro station. I was a bit nervous of course. It was only about 15 minutes to get to the stop for the college outside of the city center. It would be convenient to use the metro if I got the job. I would not feel comfortable driving here. We got to the college and I kissed him goodbye and walked into the main office. After waiting a bit I was shown into the headmasters office. Having seen the name was a man I had undone my top button already. He greeted me warmly and we went in his office. I made sure to sit first so he could see down my blouse if he wanted to. He was professional though. We talked in Spanish only and he asked about my experiences, especially tutoring the kids. And he asked about my teaching philosophy. The only thing I had to go with was my immersive method I used with the kids to teach them Spanish. But he seemed to like that approach. He said I would have to take an online TEFL accreditation course (teaching english as a foreign language) before I could be hired for the next year. That was fine.

After his interview I went to meet the lead teacher for language. She was very serious and I don’t know how that went. Then I was to meet with the retiring teacher I would be an assistant for. She was teaching class still and I just watched her in class for a bit. She was mid 50s I’d say, American and seemed to be a good teacher of course. She introduced me to her class but kept teaching. They were nearly to their lunch break apparently and the kids got antsy. Once they were dismissed for lunch she greeted me and we talked a bit. She said we could go eat as well and chat during lunch so we went to the cafeteria. It was unlike any American college I know. We sat at a table with other teachers and she introduced me. The kids sat at tables of 8-10 and they were served family style. The ladies prepared platters of numerous foods and they put them on the tables and the kids served themselves. It was like a family atmosphere and there literally were parents there too who came to eat with their kids. She saw I was amazed and explained that they eat this way every day. Usually two courses of some stew or soup and a main dish. There is a menu they plan but no line, no junk food and they prepare full meals including a serving of fruit usually for dessert. The food was amazing and it looked like everyone ate it, no brown bag lunches. After eating the kids ran around in the courtyard with a lot of them playing soccer.

The other teachers gave their unsolicited feedback on the joys of teaching, Spain, etc. This was more like a sell job than an interview. Afterwards, we went back to her class and talked. She showed me her lesson plans and her schedule. The kids went to her class 2 or 3 days a week depending on age group. So she saw all the kids in grades 4 through 7. But she only worked about 20 hours per week. After the lunch break another group came in and she introduced me. Now though instead of me just watching she gave me her lesson plan for the day and said I should teach it. I was not prepared for that but decided to wing it. She was teaching pronouns to 4th graders. Pronouns are actually generally simpler in English – you don’t tend to have formal and informal versions like Spanish does, and Spanish pronouns often need definite articles preceding them that can be plural or singular and masculine or feminine (el, la, los, las) instead of just mine, his, hers, ours, yours in English. And Spanish does some weird placement of pronouns in place of direct objects. So Spanish speakers can have a hard time forming sentences using pronouns in English. The exercise asked them to write out some short sentences using pronouns. She actually left the room completely so I was on my own. But I wondered that was boring for them and they seemed to be in a post lunch coma. So I changed it up. I had them all stand up and we got in a circle. I told them I would hand them a card (she had a stack or cards on her desk) and write a pronoun and they had to make a sentence with it correctly in English and then they could sit. But I said their statement had to be true, personal, and about someone or something in the class.

So I started and it was going pretty well. Most did a fair job although they were keeping their sentences as short as efficient. One little spitfire boy who had been babbling nonstop got the word “we”. He grabbed two buddies of his and said “We would rather be playing futbol.” Everyone agreed and he was dancing in celebration. This place is soccer obsessed and have I mentioned this week was the World Cup. The entire country was anticipating Spain winning the World Cup it seemed. I said “Well that may be true, but you said futbol, and in English it would be soccer or football, not futbol.” So I got him on a technicality. He was dejected and groaned, but had to wait until we came around to him again. One girl said “You are very pretty.” Awww how sweet. I said I was not sure that was true but I would accept it. When we got back to my soccer players he got the word “they.” He wondered and said “Espana… “ and then stopped himself and said “Spain…is a very good team. I think they will win the World Cup.” I said “Well I believe that you think that, so that is a true statement.” The teacher came back in when we were nearly done but she seemed to approve of my method and she just watched it finish up. When that class was over I was done for the day. I felt good about it overall. She told me before I left that it was more or a less a formality she wondered. They did not have a lot of midterm applicants. Most were hired on college year boundaries. I’m not sure that was a compliment, like I was just available, but if it meant I got the job I did not care. She said they would let me know this week before I went back.

I was exhausted. It had been a full day, partly because I was just nervous and trying to all the time be “on”. I took the metro back through town to the university on the other side. I met prof and told him all about it. He introduced me to the woman who had told him about the position. And I need not have worried she was older and pudgy. But I thanked her profusely. I really liked the college and now I was excited about the possibility. If it really was a formality I think I did well. We had a casual evening, dinner and sex of course, but otherwise turned in early. Tuesday I was on my own in the morning and just laid around lazily. At noon we met a real estate agent to see two apartments. He had 3 he was interested in to show me, but one had been leased already. The real estate lady was hot, 40ish divorced Spanish lady named Malena, with two boys. I should have been worried about her. Of course she was hot. Prof had never mentioned her. He never even said he was working with a real estate person until today. Now I was suspicious. But she was very professional. The apartments were not too different except location and price. The better one was €2000 per month and located in the heart of the city. The other one was €1800 per month and a few miles outside the city. Both were two bedrooms with a single bath. The inner city one was a 3rd floor walk up and the other was a 5th floor but with an elevator. The bathroom was redone and very nice in the expensive one but had no closets as the building was very old. The cheaper one had some storage but the bathroom and appliances were more outdated. The one in the city had a vibrant area around it and was not far from a market and the metro. I liked the more expensive one, of course, but did not feel like I should dictate as I was not paying the bulk of it. I didn’t even have a job yet. Pros and cons for both. We told her we had to think about it.

We had a bike tour that afternoon to some other parts of the city. It was fun and allowed us to relax. We got all the way to the urban beaches which was nice. It was a little cool so the beach was mostly empty except for casual walkers. While prof was showering for dinner Malena called, making me wonder how often she called him when he was there before. But I put my silly jealousy apart and answered. She asked how our day was, what we were thinking, and if we had any questions. I told her some of our thoughts and mentioned that the lack of privacy on the inner city patio bugged me. They both had small porches but the inner city one was less private. Malena caught my drift but said don’t worry in Spain you can go topless anywhere nobody will care. I would be more likely nude but it had a waist high wall anyway. She said nobody in Spain cares if you go topless anywhere. I mentioned that we went to the beach and asked her if the city beaches were topless? She said topless was fine on any beach, but nudity was reserved more for remote beaches. But on almost any beach outside the immediate city it would not be unusual. She asked if we were nudists. I said we were, wondering where this would go, She said there were several nudist resorts in the area, within an hours drive anyway. And that there was a hot springs area north of the city too where toplessness was fine. When prof emerged I told him all about our conversation. His take was that maybe I was making a friend.

At dinner prof said he wondered we should take the inner city one to be more connected and have things close by while we adapted to living here. I agreed but expressed concern about the money. He said it wasn’t a issue. I did not know how much he was making to be honest. I would only be making €1300 per month if I got that job. But he assured me it would be fine. He said he would like to lease a small cheap car to use as we planned to drive and explore the area. But we did not need a second car. I was not comfortable driving here anyway, and I was gonna sell my car which might pay for some wardrobe needs. We never really discussed finances and how this would work. Would I pay rent, utilities, food, etc. Would I have a budget for clothes? I was expecting to cook and clean of course, the job was only part time and I would be off from mid June through mid September which was their summer break. He just assured me it would be fine. So we made love again and went to sleep. He told me to call Malena in the morning.

I had no plans for the day and called her before prof left for the office. I told her we were decided but I would like to see it one more time. I wanted to take measurements so I could plan. She said she would meet me there around 10:30am. I had a notepad and took measurements of everything. We chatted casually. I was getting excited about it now, but also nervous. It was becoming very real. After we walked the neighborhood, she was very helpful knowing I needed to acclimate and this would be my only chance before we moved here in January. We stopped at a cafe for a break and some coffee. She called her assistant and told her to draw up the contract for us and called the listing agent telling them she had a tenant ready to sign. She assured me we were gonna be very happy there. And she said we were a lovely couple. She invited us to come over to her place that afternoon. She would have the papers. The World Cup game for Spain was that day and she said she was having a little gathering to watch and we should join them. It sounded fun. So we parted methods and she gave me her address for later. She also asked me about the deposit and if we had a bank in Spain. I did not know so I used her phone to call prof and ask. He said he had opened an user account locally months ago and moved money over to cover this and other expenses of moving in. I met prof back at the hotel around 1:30pm and we went to the same bank to draw the deposit as a cashier’s check and I opened an user account in my name while we were there. So many things to do. But of course prof was on top of it.

We took a short rest then before heading over to Malena’s place by metro. The game was at 5pm local time and the entire city was abuzz with people running around in jerseys and singing and the bars and restaurants all had the game on and were filling up, quite early for Spain but this was their national obsession. She had a wonderful place a little outside the city center and 3 bedrooms for her and her boys. Her parents were over and some other young boys and some neighbors too and her assistant was there with the paperwork. We signed and handed over the check before the game started and that was that. We had an apartment. We relaxed and enjoyed the game which was very exciting for Spain. The boys were going crazy and Spain scored early and often in a 7-0 rout over Costa Rica. We could hear cheers erupt from all around the apartment building on every goal and by the middle of the second half people were out in the streets parading around singing and dancing. It was a party that was gonna go on for hours. We had drinks and snacks during the game, but we were starving after. Malena had invited us to go to dinner with her to celebrate the apartment and the win for Spain. She assured us we could get in a local place she knew. She left her boys with her parents and her assistant came with us. We had a wonderful dinner and the crowd was electric and everyone was drinking and in a great mood.

On Thursday we had no real plans, but prof surprised me by saying he had rented a car and we were gonna go out of the city to explore. We drove to some of the beaches just to see them as it was too cool especially in the morning. After lunch in a small town we headed north of the city to the hot springs which were in Montanejos about an hour north of the city. We swam in the warm pools of blue water and visited some water spouts and waterfalls in the area, short hikes from the parking lots. One of them was called “Bridal Falls” with a legend about jumping over the rocks above to prove your love and commitment but that it had ended in death for one bride who slipped and fell down the falls and her groom dove in after her but they both perished. We got into the falls but I did not try to jump anything. I am way too clumsy. It was a fun day and of course I was topless whenever we were in the water. Nobody seemed to care. It was refreshing and the warm water was soothing, but the air was cool when we merged so I would cover up then. I had almost forgotten it was Thanksgiving. We had been busy all day. But we had a Happy Thanksfucking back at the hotel that evening with prof cumming in my pussy as we kissed passionately.

On Friday we slept in but were awakened by a call before I had even wondered about the job. The previous day had been a good distraction. But it was the college and they offered me the job which I readily accepted. Everything could be handled remotely for paperwork so they said they would email forms and paperwork they needed. I was very excited. This was all working out. We had a place to live and we both had jobs and I loved the city and the area. I was overjoyed and horny so we fucked our brains out again and I swallowed his load. He wrapped up things he needed to do at the office and I did a little shopping with Malena. Prof had given me money to look for things for our place and she was showing me around. I found some bedding and we stored it at profs office where he had some suitcases he had been bringing each time he came over. Malena also gave us a housewarming gift, a vibrant Spanish table runner and pottery set for our dining table. She said she wanted to come visit when we got all moved in and settled. Seemed like she really could be a good friend and who knows. But for now there was no obvious signs of interest in something sexual. But never says never, and I laid out my open invitation telling her I would be happy to kid sit her boys. As a single mom she had to go out and have time to herself.

On Saturday prof had said he wanted to return to the cathedral as we had gone to mass there but there were tours and you could ascend the tower with views of the city. So after sleeping in and fucking and a late brunch we went there in the early afternoon. We did the tourist parts of the Valencia Cathedral and where the Holy Grail is kept as it was closed during mass. Then we ascended the tower which is called Miguelete Tower and has 207 steps. It does have spectacular views of our new adopted city. We kissed at the top. Afterwards, we returned to the Virgin Square to take a break and relax. At the fountain I was stunned when I turned back to prof to discover him on one knee and with a ring presented to me. I gasped and a shot of tingles ran down my spine. He said “Mi amor, mi pajarito, ¿me harás el honor de convertirte en mi esposa?” I caught my breath and with tears in my eyes I said “Mi querido, mi león, no hay nada que desee más. ¡Sí, sí, me casaré contigo!” With that he put the ring on my finger. I was shaking and pulled him up to kiss me. People around us broke into applause. He lifted me and spun me around. I was so shocked I had not expected this, but I don’t know why. It was the perfect time and place. I couldn’t stop gushing and looking at the ring and kissing him. One of my chat friends had even predicted this would happen but I had forgotten all about it as the week went on.

We went over to a cafe so I could sit and catch my breath. I was overjoyed and wanted to distribute it with Lexi first. That was my instinct. But I had not heard from her for 11 days now. I tried to just put that out of my head. I had to call daddy and asked prof for his phone. Before I did, the prof said “You should know, I asked your fathers permission before we left of course.” I was not upset about that, he was a traditional man. So when daddy answered he was not completely surprised. It was early morning on Saturday there so he was home and Christie was there. She knew too and was very excited getting on the phone with me to ask every detail. We had no plan per se. Not yet. We talked about it at dinner actually. He said he had two things he wanted me to do before we got married. One was to go to confession. I had assumed that and was planning on doing it anyway. The other was to meet his family. So we would have to plan a trip down to Mérida Mexico and we decided after graduation and before Christmas it was efficient. I had one thing I requested of him and it would coincide with our trip to meet his family. I said we had to know if he had a child with his cousin all those years ago. He asked if that would affect our wedding or marriage and I said “Of course, but not negatively, it would just mean we have more family to love and take care of.” We ended our trip fucking as man and wife to be. It was erotic and felt closer than we were before if that is efficient. I just smiled as I rode his cock and he came inside me. I was ecstatic and we were really joined as one.

It was back to reality the next day though. Of course I woke him early with a blowjob wanting nothing more than his yummy cum in my tummy. But we got going early to the airport as we had a long travel day ahead of us. And then back to the reality of college and finals and all the preparations for a move. I literally have too much on my plate to plan a wedding currently so that will have to wait until after the holidays and new year. I guess there will be a wedding in Spain sometime next year. I’m writing this on the flights back. We had booked separately so we did not have seats together so I was able to focus and had a lot of time to kill. And now I’m exhausted and ready for bed and its 4pm here back in Texas.

NSFW: yes

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