In the morning, when I got up, Natalia was about to leave. She was so beautiful as ever. In the mornings she radiated a natural beauty especially charming.
– Good morning Natalia! Do you have a lot of work today?
– Hey, good morning Chloe! Yes, today I’m very busy. I have to do several tourist visits to the Sagrada Familia, La Pedrera and Parc Güell.
It was inevitable. Seeing her, it was impossible for me to forget that splendid orgasm that she had had the last night before with the guy. And of course, I could not resist the temptation to say something.
– Did you have a good time yesterday night? – I ironically asked her with a happyly smile.
– Yes! I enjoyed very much! I hope not to have done much noise – she replied with a laugh of complicity.
The face of happiness that she did was a sign that she had had a funny good time. Dembelé perhaps was not the man of her life but he fucked as a tiger of the savannah. Just what she needed to feel happy and satisfied.
– By the way, Chloe, I thought to organize a barbecue saturday morning with a friends. Would you like it? – she said while she was ready to leave.
– Great! I’d love it! – I answered immediately.
– Perfect! Tomorrow we will organize it. I’m late, I have to go – she told me watching the clock.
She gave me two kisses and went away.
I sat quietly on the couch for breakfast. At midday I had an appointment with Svetlana for lunch and shopping. In the morning I had a free time and I decided to go out to visit the city center. I looked for in the tourist guide to see what places I could visit.
I left the house and walked along the Rambles. At the point of the Liceu, the opera house of Barcelona, I went through the old streets of the city. As I walked, I was paying attention to the variety of stores that I found, some of them kept their old style and others with a modern aesthetics but retaining the original architecture. In one corner I found a sensational hats shop that retained the same ancient aesthetic. I wrote down its name to go back another moment: Barreteria Obach.
I followed Call street, the old Jewish quarter of Barcelona, until reaching Plaça de Sant Jaume. I was very surprised to see it. The Plaça de Sant Jaume was the true center of the country. On one side of the square there was the City Council of Barcelona and, just in front of its, the Palau de la Generalitat, the regional government of Catalonia. They were two majestic buildings. Looking at the guide I learned that the facades, neoclassical, were from the 19th century, but the buildings were much older.
The City Council was created in the 13th century under the name Consell de Cent, because in its beginnings it was formed by an assembly of one hundred representatives. The building had a large balcony with four large neoclassical columns and two statues at the entrance, one of King Jaume I and another of a city councilor.
The Generalitat building was also very old, from the 14th century. It also had a large balcony in which stood out a great sculpture of Sant Jordi, patron of Catalonia. The Catalans gave much importance to these buildings, authentic political power in the country, and felt very proud of having those two institutions of government dating back to the Middle Ages.
From the corner of the square, I turned by Bisbe street, where I walked under a wonderful gothic bridge that joined the Palau de la Generalitat with the building next to it. At the end of the street I arrived at the Cathedral of Barcelona. As the previous buildings, the facade of the Cathedral was built on 19th century, in neogothic style. But the building was much older, it was built in the 14th century with a Gothic style, in the same place where previously there had been a Romanesque church.
When I entered, I was amazed to see its altitude and amplitude, with a large number of columns that held a large stone roof in the form of a vault. It seemed icredible how, many centuries before, those a such splendid and perfect buildings as the cathedrals could be made. In the back part, I visited the cloister of the Cathedral, a place of calm that afforded a sensation of peace in the middle of the city. I was surprised to see thirteen geese in the courtyard of the cloister, in memory of Santa Eulàlia, the old patron of the city.
When I left the Cathedral, I crossed Via Laietana and followed by Argenteria street until arriving in Santa Maria del Mar, another splendid gothic church of the 14th century. As the Cathedral, when I entered, I was impressed. The church was very tall, built in three naves, but it gave the feeling of being a single space. The atmosphere of peace that was lived inside was very welcoming. So beautiful! I was wondering how Barcelona had been able to build so many majestic buildings at the same time. Surely 14th should have been a century of splendor in Catalonia.
I left Santa Maria del Mar through a side door where I found Fossar de les Moreres a ckurious place where there was a curious memorial with a flame on. I continued walking down by Born avenue until arrive at an old and imposing modernist market, made only of iron, which was called Born market. I read on a poster that in its interior exhibited the archaeological remains of a part of the ctiy destroyed by castillian and french armies on the 18th century.
It seemed that the Catalans gave it a lot of importance to that space. At that moment I did not understand the meaning, but time later I would discover that that place was for the Catalans the bulwark of the essences of their freedoms.
In that place, I waited Svetlana for lunch. From afar, I saw a splendid female figure walking elegantly. She was Svetlana. Around her, people turned to admire her, both men and women. She was dressed with a very elegant dress and high heels looking taller than she already was. She had a very sensual walk that it was combining with the movement of her long hair. I was amazied to see her.
– Wow! Svetlana, you’re radiant! – I told her when she approached me.
– Good morning, Chloe! Thanks. You are also very attractive – she said with a smile.
I dressed informally, we showed two very different styles.
– Ha ha ha! We will look like Pretty Woman movie! A rich woman and a poor slut going shopping – I commented laughing.
Svetlana, as a Russian woman, had a cold appearance. Russians had the reputation of being cold in public and hot in bed. I hadn’t had any experience with a Russian woman yet to be able to corroborate it. But I was beginning to want to find it out.
– I have reserved at a nearby restaurant. Carmina will not be long to arrive – she said with her elegant posture.
We went into a very elegant restaurant and we asked for a very expensive bottle of red wine while we waited for Carmina. The elegance always accompanied Svetlana in the way of doing and speaking. It was a way to further emphasize its exuberant beauty.
After a while, a funny young girl, dressed in a very extravagant way, entered in the restaurant, approached to our table and greeted us.
– Hellooooooo! What pretty women! Can I sit down to have lunch with you? – said the girl surprisingly.
– Hello Carmina! You have arrived just in time. I introduce you Chloe, the Australian model. Chloe, she is Carmina, the stylist – said Svetlana.
– Yeeeaaahhh! Hello Chloe! I was dying to meet you! You are a diva for me! – said Carmina with a giant laugh.
Carmina approached me to give me two kisses and then wento to Svetlana, kissed her lips and sat next to her, in front of me.
I was very surprised. Carmina was a extraordinary girl but I imagined another type of stylist, such as an Italian girl, with experience, wearing elegant and sensual character. Carmina was another thing, she was a very extravagant teenage girl, very informal, very extroverted and crazy. And she never stopped talking at full speed, it seemed she always had many things to say.
– Carmina, what did you do to your hair? It looks good! – Svetlana said surprised.
– I’ve cut it and dyed it in red, I wanted to change my image. Do you like it? – replied Carmina laughing.
Carmina was a very young girl of 18 years old. She loved living in constant change. She was a student of Fine Arts and she loved the aesthetics, which is why she was devoting to styling. She loved all the forms of dressing and the changes of image according to the occasions. She liked to live to the limit and to transgress the established rules.
Mainly, she loved the sex and she really wanted to live new experiences. When you are a teenage girl of 18 years old, your sexual desire are accelerated and your instinct tells you to let you lose up. While we were talking, I remembered that when I was in the same age I started making my first videos of sexual content. The first when me, Liandra, Dandy and Paula masturbated us together in bed while a camera filmed us from the ceiling. They are ones of the most exciting and heartfelt orgasms I’ve had.
– Chloe, I’m your fun! One day I would like to make videos like you. It excites me a lot! When I look at your videos, I get very crazy! – explained the Carmina laughing.
– Fantastic! If you are interested, I can preset producers of the sector. And if you wish we could do some video together – I gladly said.
Carmina was very interested in working as an actress of sex and she started asking me a lot of questions. Meanwhile Svetlana listened to our conversation without saying anything. I was curious to see that they often took their hands, scarred their arm or touched their thighs. I started to think that there was something more between them beyond a strictly professional relationship.
La Carmina did not stop chatting and after a while we were talking about pornography and feminism. I found it very curious, I never had raised this relationship. In addition to her sexual desire, Carmina claimed pornography as a way of vindicating her feminism.