Gran Canaria stranger

I just took a week's break in Gran Canaria. My plan was to explore the parts of the island I'd never seen before and then to spend a few nights in PDI. I began with the capital, Las Palmas. I wandered through the old town on my first morning and after lunch went to the Canteras beach. It was pretty quiet, I guessed because the breeze was getting up. I laid out my towel anyway and settled down with a bottle of SanMig and a book.

An hour passed. It was bliss. I took a dip for a while in the waves and returned to dry land fully refreshed, thinking about what tapas place I'd try to find in the evening. The breeze had really lifted into a gusty wind while I was in the water and it felt a little chilly. As I returned to where I'd been lying on the sand, I realised my towel had disappeared. My bag was still there and I checked it to make sure my sunglasses were still in it. They were. I looked around and couldn't see my towel anywhere. I walked over to where the restaurants were and was met by a pretty girl hurrying towards me. She had a huge grin on her face.

"Excuse me, excuse me, I saw your towel blow away," she said.

I was shivering now that I was in the shade, and the wind was strong here as it channelled between the small roads. I asked her where it had blown to.

"Sorry, sir," she said, giggling, and pointed up over her head.

My towel was tangled in a TV antenna about 6 floors up!

She saw the resigned look on my face and noticed that I was feeling the cold.

"Would you like to use my towel?" she asked me.

"Oh no, that's OK," I lied. "I'll dry in the wind soon enough."

"No, no. Please come here." She gestured for me to follow her. "It's not far, just over the road." She pointed at the bar terrace nearby.

I followed her to the terrace. I imagined she'd pull some big pink HelloKitty towel out of a bag and I'd have to dry myself with it in front of everyone. We approached the tables but, to my surprise, we walked through the terrace through to a small door.

"I am on the first floor, very close." She unlocked the door and we climbed some stairs. Pink towel scene avoided, I thought, but I wondered who else was going to be in her apartment.

We arrived at her front door.

"I'm Anna," she said with a beautiful smile as she fished in her pocket for another key. She was wearing shorts and a very light top. She was very attractive.

"I'm Graham," I said, "Gray for short."

She paused and looked me square in the face. "Gray? You mean like that guy with the shades? Fifty of them?"

I smiled at her but didn't know what to say. A smile danced across her eyes.

We entered her apartment and she asked me to stand in the kitchen area so I wouldn't drip water onto her rug. I did as I was told and she went off to find a towel for me.

Her apartment was minimalist but very stylish. There didn't seem to be anyone else there. I was very glad to be out of the wind.

She returned and handed me a towel. I began to dry myself off.

"Please, you can take off your swimming trunks too. It's OK. They are soaking. I'll turn around!"

She turned but remained standing close beside me. I slipped off my trunks and started to dry my undercarriage.

"Finished?" she asked, but had turned to face me before I had a chance to answer. I was completely naked.

We stood facing each other, our eyes locked. Neither of us spoke. She tilted her head slightly to the side and smiled delicately. Very slowly, she began to raise her left arm up towards mine. I found myself doing the same and our hands met between us.

Holding my gaze, she led me over to her couch.

Neither of us spoke. She motioned for me to sit and then then knelt in front of me, all the while holding my hand and looking into my eyes. Her touch felt so comforting and natural.

Her face was level with my chest and she shuffled her body closer to me, forcing my knees apart.

I was getting harder. This was incredibly erotic. She paused before me for what seemed like an eternity. My cock had climbed itself toward her face and was almost completely erect. Anna slowly lowered her head, never losing the intense eye contact we had established. She opened her mouth and took me into it. She closed her lips around me and created a tight, warm vacuum around the last two inches.

I let out a groan. Her eyes were intense and I could see they had dilated. I felt her move her tongue over me, never letting up the power of the vacuum she'd created. No one had sucked my cock like this before. It felt incredible.

The grasp of our hands became stronger. With my free hand I gently stroked her hair away from her eyes and held my palm to the side of her face. She was stunning. She raised her free hand and rested it over mine. We were completely locked together.

I was going to come very quickly like this. She knew it too but didn't stop what she was doing. I groaned and breathed heavier. Her eyes looked deep into mine, enjoying the intensity of our shared experience, willing me to come, waiting for it.

My body stiffened, unable to control its reaction to her. I groaned loudly, my eyes signalling that I was about to come. She didn't alter her rhythm and nodded gently, approvingly.

I burst open, my body shaking, my cock pulsating violently into her mouth, my gaze trying desperately to hold hers through the intensity of my orgasm. It went on forever. She knew exactly how to reduce the pressure just enough to maintain the intensity without tipping it over into pain.

My orgasm began to subside. She released me from her lips and smiled. My cock was still rock hard. She stood before me and beckoned me to follow her to her bedroom.......