The Month of Megan

By Roy Station

2020 update.
During a consensual one month partner separation, a casual remark takes luscious Megan from USA to an idyllic Spanish village, and into Jake's bed. Bolder than bold, she informs him their objective must remain uninhibited sex, not romance. From beautiful beaches to seedy Barcelona sex shops, it's a journey in which Megan brings respectability to the word 'Slut'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roy Station
• Release date: Feb 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301286607

Roy Station

My books cover a varied range of, predominantly, explicitly written sex stories. Leading characters are always promiscuously motivated. Sex scenes are graphic and contain raunchy dialogue. However, my writing insists that each story plot provides a valid reason for the erotic romps into which the characters engage.Among my publications, as opposed to validation, there is some fanciful, but equally explicit humor. At the end of the day, whether writing or reading, sex stories provide wonderful escapism.

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The Month of Megan.

Roy Station.

Roy Station Copyright.

2020 Smashwords Edition.

Contents

Chapter1

Chapter 2 Rosita

Chapter 3 Santos

Chapter 4 Barcelona

Chapter 5 Love the Lust

Chapter 6 Rodrigo

Chapter 7 Don’t Think

Twelve Months Later

Chapter 1

Megan Arrives

I’ll never forget the announcement of her plane arriving. Twenty seven year old Megan had travelled from America to Spain and was about to emerge from arrivals. Trembling with excitement, it was impossible to believe she was in Spain to become my temporary lover. At fourteen years her senior, our pact confirmed the good fortune of being in the right place at the right time. My casual remark on a chat website had blasted open the door of promiscuous opportunity. Confirmed on an understanding we would engage sexually and not romantically, my mind was running riot. While obviously intending to sample Spain’s culture, Megan had made it clear that lust was her priority.

Four years into an on off relationship, she and partner Alec felt it was time for decisions. Was a joint property purchase wise in such a fragile partnership? Did they really need each other or was familiarity guiding both through the motions?

Granting each the freedom to indulge however they wish, they agreed to spend a month apart. A positive reunion at the end of the month would ensure the property was purchased with wedding bells chiming.

You’re more than welcome to spend the month with me. I replied, completely tongue in cheek, after she had revealed the details during a random free for all web chat, two weeks earlier.

Accepted, it’s a wonderful offer. I can see Spain and fuck the tour guide too.

Her reply seemed fanciful at best, but when she suggested we enter private chat and exchange phone numbers, I quickly discovered that Megan thinks on her feet, and boldly. She was deadly serious and the swiftness of our arrangement left me staggered.

Under the cloak of anonymity, exaggerated boasts of sexual prowess are common place and add to the fun of sex sites. It was something Megan picked up on during our pre travel discussion. If there are flaws in your professed capability, you’re about to be found out, she warned me, with an icon wink.

I was in England and needed to make arrangements in Spain. With no internet in my Spanish village bungalow, I organized her flight from a nearby town. Megan would be travelling from Maine, USA, to Costa del Sol, Spain. I paid her fare in full, but she insisted on reimbursing me before traveling.

Arousal removes my panties, not the dollar, she teasingly informed me.

My anticipation both exciting and scary, I stocked the fridge and freezer with wine, beer and food galore. Following advice from the shops sales lady, I supplied the bathroom with an array of soaps, scents and bubbly items. Tossing and turning, I was like a kid on Christmas Eve the night before her arrival. Hardly sleeping a wink, I was nervous and weary during my late afternoon journey to the airport in Santos taxi.

Doors opened and new arrivals surged through. I recognized her at once. A radio was playing close by and the song could not have been more apt. Born in the U.S.A. Energy, sex, rock n roll and sheer happiness, it epitomized her.

Megan. I called, and we hugged for a moment or two.

Jake, it’s so good to see you. I hope you feel the same; I’ve no hidden qualities in there, she joked, pointing to her luggage.

"You’re quite beautiful, I told her and we kissed lightly on the lips.

We’ve a taxi outside; it belongs to Santos, he’s a close friend and neighbor.

Jake, can I reiterate something before we set off, she said, with a hint of uncertainty.

Suddenly feeling my optimism was misguided, I felt sure she was about to suggest we get to know each other a little, blah, blah, blah. I could not have been more wrong.

Jake, I hope we can fuck like there’s no tomorrow, but please remember, no falling in love.

Her words could not have been any sweeter. Love or not, I felt I was about to begin my honeymoon. I introduced her to Santos, who has lived in the village all his life. It’s a village I consider myself lucky to be part of. Situated on the coast, only the more adventurous or lost tourists arrive there. Somewhat of a secret paradise, a few scattered dwellings, a small schoolhouse, bakery and a bar are its only buildings. All know each other and an easy going atmosphere always resides. With lonely beaches and small isolated islands easily accessible, residing elsewhere would seem a downgrade.

After thirty miles of motorway, we turned onto the bumpy, lonely, six mile side road to the village. Megan’s head on my chest, her instantly infectious eyes sparkled whenever she spoke. Comfortable to be whisked across a foreign country by two relative strangers, my first impression was impressed. Reaching a bumpier donkey track, the village could be vaguely seen in the distant moonlight.

You would see the real Spain now if it wasn’t so dark. I said.

Her response was forthright, and a hint of what would follow during the following month.