It’s the beginning of my third summer as a worker in Ibiza.
(I think this happened in 2015 but the memories get hazy after a while. I’ve done six seasons on and off.) I’ve got plenty of stories from this island but this is my favourite.
At the beginning of every summer, the senior members of the team I worked for organised a team bonding session on the beach. I looked after the company’s social media, so I wasn’t really in touch with the writing interns. I arrived at the beach at about 1 pm and was told I would be meeting the new team members. I quickly discovered all our new interns were girls in their 20s, meaning a team bonding day at the beach was a stroke of genius.
I’m not going to reveal the names of anyone involved in this story so I’ll be referring to the girl in question as ‘Hot Spanish Girl’ or ‘Hot Spanish Intern’. This is also quite long so if you want to skip some of the build up I’ve added in ‘the twist’ in bold and **** FUN SEXY PARTS **** for when it gets juicy.
I’ll continue…
After a few hours at the beach, I remember hearing the excitement of a short, dark-haired Spanish girl heading towards our group. As I turned around, ‘Hot Spanish Girl’ hung up her phone and excitedly greeted some of the senior members of the team.
Now, my Spanish wasn’t brilliant at this point. Hot Spanish Girl had gone to the wrong part of the beach and couldn’t find us. As the last new team member to arrive, the senior members of the team made a fuss, telling it was not a problem she was late while taking her around the group, introducing her to everyone one-by-one.
By this point, the group was 15-20 strong. As it was the beginning of the summer, a few of our friends from last summer had joined us. I was at the edge of the group to the far right catching up with a couple of friends and wasn’t introduced to ‘hot Spanish girl’ until a few hours later.
When I join the team again, I overhear some team members debating whether they should go for a swim to cool down. It was the beginning of June, the summer sun was beginning to take its toll.Now, I remember this moment like it was yesterday. Hot Spanish Girl stood up alongside a few of the other girls, took off her dress and revealed her incredible body and a black bikini.
This is the exact moment when I knew I was in trouble. I didn’t even know this girl’s name yet but damn, I was already crushing hard!
Now it’s only fair that I describe ‘Hot Spanish Girl’. She’s around 5ft2/3, naturally tanned after growing up on mainland Spain and travelling to various European cities in the summer. She has long dark hair that was always tied back in a ponytail and small but perky boobs that fit her figure perfectly. She also had a tattoo between her boobs that reminded me of the female symbol (you know the one, a circle and a plus sign at the bottom?)
Now, it’s only fair I describe myself. I’m English, white, quite skinny and not exactly one of those guys you would check out twice if I walked past you on the beach. However, I had been on the island a month at this point. I was tanned and feeling a lot more confident about myself due to finally getting over my fear of putting contact lenses in my eyes. It’s amazing what a stylish pair of sunglasses can do. I was also a journalist before getting into marketing. I’ve learned over time to listen when someone speaks. I’d say listening was why this story happened.
Now, back to the story. After the group got back to the beach after a swim, my boss waved me over and began to introduce me to the new interns. Now, call me crazy, but the typical Spanish greeting of “Hola, cómo estás? Encantado de conocerte”, followed by a kiss on each cheek and hug lasted that little bit longer with Hot Spanish Intern than it did with all of the other interns…
(Translation: Hi! How are you? It’s nice to meet you).
Maybe that was just me but the way we caught each other’s eyes through our sunglasses hit differently. Perhaps it was the Hierbas or the sunburn on my shoulders, Hot Spanish Intern was definitely smiling back and agreeing with me when it came to my turn to say what parties and DJs I was looking forward to checking out that season.
After a few hours of laughing and joking as a team, the sun went behind a cloud. The group began too thin out. I was offered a lift home by one of my managers who was going in my direction.Due to the demands of the summer and all our schedules being a little different, it was around two weeks until I saw Hot Spanish Intern again.
It was a Monday night. I got to one of my favourite parties a little earlier than what I would usually do as I wanted to see the opening artist play. I turned away from the bar with my gin and tonic in hand and headed back towards where I had left my friends when I caught the eye of Hot Spanish Girl on the dance floor waving me over.
After we said hey, greeted each other in the typical Spanish way and introduced me to her (also really hot!) friends, the first thing she noticed was the necklace I was wearing.(Sorry if this is quite deep for this kind of sub, but a few months before the season, I had suffered a very personal loss of a family member and was wearing a necklace that reminded me of her.)
The necklace was a crystal. The crystal immediately caught her attention. She began asking questions. Within minutes, ‘Hot Spanish Intern’ somehow had me explaining the deep and emotional story about my family member, where I got the necklace and why I was wearing it.
All of this was going on while we were dancing to the music in the club. There was one moment during this night that I’ll never forget. Hot Spanish Intern took my hand, began to dance a little closer to me and had me spin her around before smiling at me and telling me how great it was to get to know me a bit more as we didn’t get to speak much at the beach.
*Damn, I really was in trouble with this girl.*
********** This is where this story takes a twist. ***********
A month or so into the summer, I walked into the office to see ‘Hot Spanish Girl’ in tears in the middle of the office with some of the Senior Management team comforting her and telling her it was not her fault.
I put my belongings down at my desk and began to ask what was going on. One of the team members quietly explained to me that Hot Spanish Intern’s’ boyfriend had confessed to cheating on her by text. A total dick move on his behalf but all I could think was ‘Wait! What? Hot Spanish Intern has a boyfriend?!
‘A few days later, Hot Spanish Girl explained to me that ‘Hot Spanish Intern’s boyfriend’ was a bit of a celebrity in Spain. (Think of your country’s version of a teen reality show like ‘Love Island’ or ‘Too Hot To Handle’ on Netflix).
Hot Spanish Girl and Spanish Dickhead Boyfriend had met a few months before she had come to the island of Ibiza and we’re now trying long-distance but like really long-distance. While she was in Ibiza interning as a writer, he was in Brazil after accepting an acting job. After two weeks, he had slept with one of his fellow cast members from the show.
‘Hot Spanish Intern’ was now single but now heartbroken and untrusting of men after her celebrity boyfriend decided to break it off with her via text…
Now, this anywhere in the world is not a good mix when you’re crushing on someone hard, but when you’re in Ibiza and surrounded by the most beautiful people and lots of handsy Italians on holiday, it’s even worse. By this point, I was feeling very conflicted and a little unsure about what to do.
*********** FUN SEXY PARTS ***********
Then one night in the middle of August, it was just Hot Spanish Intern’ and I left in the office. I was beginning to be trusted with a key to lock the office at night when senior management had gone off to meetings and doing other management things. I offered to stay behind and help her with her article.
This night changed everything. We went from me awkwardly trying to explain what certain words meant in English to her laughing at me and my awful attempts at Spanish. It suddenly occurred to me that she was flirting with me or I was being friendship zoned forever.
After a few hours, we finally left the office. We caught the end of the sunset and decided we would go to a club tonight to see one of our favourite DJs. We arranged to meet at hers for pre-drinks. Hot Spanish Intern was in charge of gathering together the crew while I sorted out the booze and ‘other party essentials’.
When I arrive at her place and knock on the door, Hot Spanish Intern shouts to me “it’s open.” I step in, and see her running around her flat in just a towel with wet hair juggling getting ready, cooking Tapas and finding a bottle opener for the bottle of red I’ve bought with me.
“Where is everyone else?” I ask as she runs back into her bedroom.
“Oh, they’re meeting us at the club. It was too short notice for them to come here…”
“Right! Makes sense! So it’s just us two then?”
“Yeah, I guess it is! That’s okay, right?”
“Sure!” I say nervously before sitting myself down at the table next to the balcony door.
“Line?” I ask.
‘Sure! But let’s eat first. I made tapas.”
“You should probably get ready first…” I say looking her up and down in just a towel.
At this moment, I’m struggling to keep eye contact with her in just a towel.
*Fuck.*
“Will you please dish up the food and I’ll meet you on the terrace outside…” she asks, finally handing me a bottle opener.
“Sure!”
*What happened next I didn’t see coming at all.*
‘Hot Spanish Intern’ walks out to the balcony wearing a short white dress chopped at the shoulders. I’ve known this girl for two months now, yet I’ve never seen her hair down. She’s also not wearing a bra. Her perky nipples are looking directly at me.
“How do I look?” she asks.
Before I can answer, she freaks out that I’ve set the table, dished up the food, poured out two glasses of water and wine and racked up two lines for dessert for us.
“Omg, you’re so sweet! You dished up and set the table for us!”
“Well, it’s the least I could do… considering you went to all this effort to cook. You look amazing by the way…
“For the first time since I had met Hot Spanish Intern on the beach, she blushed and nervously thanked me in Spanish.
Seriously, fuck. It was 25 degrees outside. Suddenly it felt like I was on a first date with my Spanish crush and I can totally see through her dress.
I swear the next few minutes felt like hours. We nervously exchange plates before Hot Spanish Intern finally breaks the tension by thanking me for helping me at the office earlier. Then we’re suddenly back to our normal flirtatious ways. I’m trying to understand her teaching me Spanish, we’re dancing to our playlist, drinking wine from small water glasses and doing the odd bump to perk us up.
The conversation then moved to us talking about what we still wanted to do on the island. When I had confessed I wanted to see a the sunrise from a certain corner of the island she jumps out of her seat.
“Omg! WHAT! That’s literally around the corner! Do you want to go for a walk there now? It’s so peaceful at night.”
It’s now like 11.30 PM and pitch black. The only noise you can hear is the odd bike/taxi rushing past on the nearby road and the crickets chirping around us.
‘Grab the wine! And those blankets!” gasped Hot Spanish Intern.
“What about the club?”
“Ah fuck that! It’s our night off! We can go there anytime. Our friends will hardly notice we’re not there! Plus, we can go after if we want to! There might even be an afterparty…”
Before I knew it, we were laughing and joking in the pitch-black heading towards a corner of the island that I had always wanted to visit. As we got there, Hot Spanish Intern put on her phone torch, took my hand and led me across the rocks and towards the sound of the ocean.
We sit down on the rocks and try to make it as comfortable as possible. If you’ve ever been to Ibiza or any parts of Spain, then you’ll know nothing about this island is flat. It’s sharp AF under feet. If you make one false step, you’re heading straight to the rocks and probably to the hospital.
Two bottles of wine later and of course the conversation turns to sex. We both confess that we’re both horny as fuck all the time. I joke and blame the heat and all these sexy Spanish chicks for looking so good on the beach.
Hot Spanish Intern turns to me and kisses me on the cheek!
“What was that for?” I ask.
She mumbles something in Spanish before turning to me: “Listening to me! You’re the only guy on this island who actually cares what I have to say.”
*Now I’m pretty drunk at this stage so this conversation is as close as I can remember it…*
“Is it wrong that I really want to kiss you right now?” I say.
Hot Spanish Girl leans in and kisses me… this time on the lips. It’s a small, peck…I kiss her back.Is this really happening?
Next minute we are lying flat on the blanket making out with our hands exploring each other’s bodies. She straddles me and pins me down.
“How long have you wanted to kiss me for?”
“Since I saw you on the beach that day…”
“What? When?”
“The first time I met you!”
“You’re lying! Why have you never told me?”
“We work together… and then well, you know what!”
A huge wave hits the rocks. The spray covers us and we’re soaked. This couldn’t have been any more romantic if I had planned it. I open my eyes in amazement at how many stars are above us. At this moment, I take her hand and tell her to stand up. We begin to make out again, slower this time. The water continues to crash against the rocks around us.
Hot Spanish Girl pulls on my t-shirt. I pull it over my head and drop it onto the blanket.
“Did you like what you saw earlier? she asks.
“What did I see?”
“I saw you checking me out in my towel…”
“Well, I’m only human. You made it pretty hard for me to keep eye contact with you at dinner too.””I wanted to tease you”
“Why?”
Hot Spanish Girl stops and looks at me. “I thought it would be fun…”
She slides the already loose straps off her shoulders, letting her dress fall to the ground. Bear in mind right now, it’s like past midnight in Ibiza. It’s pitch black. Nobody is around but us. We’re both pretty drunk. I’m topless and she’s 99% naked. I can see the outline of her chest and nipples. This moment is either a script in a movie or how we both die in a horror movie.
Hot Spanish Intern stands there in front of me in just a black pair of bikini bottoms. I step closer.”I really like your tattoo…” I say.
Lame, right? But what the fuck would you say at this moment?
“You’re so sweet!” laughs naked Spanish Intern.
We continue to make out with our bodies pressed against each other. I take her erect nipples in my mouth and eventually slide my hand down inside her bikini bottoms as she begins to unbuckle my belt.
“Take them off,” she says to me.
“Si señora”
Hot Spanish Intern pushes me back to these rocks with more of a ledge. I sit down and wait for her a second. She rolls up the blanket, packs my t-shirt and her dress into her tote bag (protection from the rocks) sinks to her knees and slides down my boxers past my knees. I begin to edge myself to make sure I’m hard.
She takes the tip of my rock hard cock in her mouth (thank fuck I left the other stuff at her apartment) and begins to jerk me off with both hands while licking my balls.I swear down at this is probably the best but most uncomfortable blow job I’ve ever had.
I have to confess, it didn’t take long for me to cum. When I was close, she asked me where I wanted to cum. Of course, I chose her chest.I tried return the favour but damn these rocks are sharp.
(Fuck, seriously, the scars on our legs and backs after this. Can you imagine us explaining why we both had these marks and cuts on our legs to our friends the next day? We told them we went for a walk after some drinks and we slipped…?)
We get dressed and walked back to her apartment. We made out on her sofa a lot that night before moving to her bedroom where I eventually returned the favour and went down on her. Trust me, I had thought about what Hot Spanish Girl looked like naked a lot that summer. Her body defied all of my expectations.
We didn’t fuck that night but we did hook up in secret a few times after but we eventually agreed we should stay friends. She visited me and some of the people we worked with in London the following winter where we got caught making out in a friend’s kitchen.
We eventually had to confess we had a fling after during the summer. The team suspected it the whole time, damn, those knees and lower back cuts!
I’m gutted to say seven years on ‘Hot Spanish Intern’ is now married and living the Spanish city life.
God bless Ibiza and hot Spanish interns.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tj36m2/the_best_but_most_uncomfortable_blow_job_of_my