He was clearly walking towards the pavement cafe where I had just ordered a cafe con leche. His legs slightly bowed, like an urban cowboy who had just dismounted his black beauty. I could not help but wonder whether he needed to walk like that for a reason; his bits freely dangling around or because his manhood was tickled by an exuberant forest of hair.
My flow of thoughts was interrupted by the caw of a seagull, reminding me of where I was. The sun trying to warm the morning after a chilly night. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, it promised to be a lovely day.
While I was enjoying my coffee he asked whether the seat at my table was free. I could feel my face turning red as I nodded timidly whilst looking into his steel-blue eyes. He confidently sat down and I could have sworn I saw a tiny shiny star glittering on one of his white teeth revealed by a mysterious smile.
A perfect match with his Greek nose, sculptured lips, messy long black hair. His English betrayed a strong Spanish accent, which made him extra charming. He was so easy to talk to, interesting, kind and cosmopolitan.
Three hours later I was invited to go to his place that evening. He asked me to wear a tight black dress and red stilettos. He seemed so prepared, how could I refuse. He told me he would personally cook me his favourite meal. At seven o’clock in the evening a limousine stopped in front of my house to pick me up. He was the perfect gentleman when he welcomed me into his home.
Wonderful aromas wafted through the stylishly furnished apartment, penetrating my nose and making my mouth water. He took me in his arms, kissed me passionately and whispered, ‘come in princess, I am going to spoil you’. A strong aperitif later he welcomed me into the dining room lit by a sea of golden candle lights.
After a delicious salad with fresh bread I could see the pride in his eyes when he presented the main meal of callos, criadillas and cabeza de cordero. With a hoarse voice he said…. “please my darleeng, eat as much as you like!”