1966 Barcelona - Las Ramblas

1966 EN

 

First earnings from a student part-time job. This year I got my first part-time job, I worked for Shell oil company on a litterature search, collecting data on grain sorting and rounding related to porosity and permeability in a variety of sedimentary environments. The job made me feel a free man, I could realize my desires.

It must have been the summer of 1966 that I was in Barcelona. To avoid any misunderstanding, I'll just say it was during the Franco era. Prostitution was officially banned, but the fame of the district behind Las Ramblas was well-known. I visited it in the afternoon on a warm summer day, just before sunset. I don't remember the name of the street, but it was a narrow street with probably standard cheap rental properties on one side, and across the street, every three buildings housed a restaurant or bar. The establishment I entered was very lively, and along the right side was a nearly 10-meter-long bar with high steel chairs, all of them showcasing atractive sexy women, who commanded my attention. The sheer variety of offerings overwhelmed me a bit, but I was brimming with excitement, and as happens under such circumstances, women know who you're attracted to, and the woman of my choice beckoned me to come closer. After a brief conversation, I accepted her suggestion to go upstairs. She slid off her chair and stood before me in her high-heeled black shoes, just a little shorter than me. She walked ahead of me to a staircase on the left side, leading up. I don't need to tell you that climbing stairs after a beautiful woman is crazy for a man.She was wearing a tight dress that left little to the imagination, and I could no stop myself touching her ample backside. She opened a door on the first floor, but it was already occupied, so we climbed to the second. Here we had a spacious room with a curtained window, but there was still daylight. What a beautiful woman I had before me! She wore light makeup on her inviting eyes, and full, light-colored lips that concealed perfect teeth. I kissed her gently. With her blonde, shoulder-length hair hanging loose, she wasn't exactly Spanish, but her accent confirmed it. We embraced, and I melted into her feminine, soft abundance and intoxicating scent. She helped me take off my jacket, which she hung on a hook by the door. She paced up and down in her high heels, asking my name, where I was from, and so on. She wasn't in any hurry, but she did kick off her shoes and drop her dress. While I was busy taking off my shirt, I asked her to leave her black nylons on. She needed less time than me to remove her clothes, and she was soon lying in all her luxury on the double bed, the sheets of which she had opened. I stripped off my clothes and threw them on a chair, standing there naked with my freed, hard penis. She sat up and sat on the edge of the bed, expertly applying a condom. It was August, and the room was pleasantly warm. She flopped back onto the bed, and I settled down next to her. We whispered to each other, and my hands played with her perfect thighs, stomach, and breasts. Our bodies tangled together, feeling as if we'd known each other for years. She showed she loved me, and eventually I lay on top of her in the conventional position, sliding into her vagina, which enveloped my member in a yearning warmth. She let me have my way, and after a while I came with an almost painful climax. I lay there for a moment longer, and she remained motionless. It could have lasted forever.

We dressed to face the harsh outside world and decided to have a drink together in the bar downstairs. We were completely smitten. She wanted me to come back the next day and take me to her apartment. I imagined her as a woman of 34 years with a fatherless child. It was manageable, because such a beautiful woman must have several regulars, but she and I, a 24-year-old student, were, for a moment, an ideal couple. I had other commitments the next day, but I have regretted losing touch for the rest of my life. The memory is permanent. (Text 2025)

 

First real money from my student part time job spent on a visit to a prostitute in Amsterdam.

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