Inina Torra

We have heard the sayings many times. But very few of them are true. 

At the end of the day a saying is what you make of it. I firmly believe that when you are young, a rolling stone should gather no moss. In that way, When you have found that special someone, and are tired of rolling, you have enough sexual experience to satisfy your partner and create a healthy sex life. 

The youth of today have a totally different mind set to the youths that the old timers had. These days youngsters are not content partying once a week and spending the rest of the week looking forward to it. Some want to party non stop. 24/7 365 days a year. If this is the case, the island of Ibiza is a place to be. 

They say that music has charms to soothe the savage beast, and that when in Rome do as the romans do. Well my friends, a saying that I want you all to remember for allways is that a woman of beauty is a joy forever….. 

She was tired of what the world had become. The countless wars and stuggles that needed military intervention. Because of the wars in Afganisatan and Iraq, and the impending wars between the Korea’s, Davina had not been on a holiday in years. She spent day in and day out with a gun in her hand trying to keep the peace between people she didn’t even know, and between people that Portugal were not even at war with.

The life of a soldier is not a life for woman. You sacrifice a lot to stare death in the face evfery day. You give up the change to find a good man, get married, have kids, and settle down. Instead of dedicating your whole day to pleasing the person you love most in your life, you are forced to please people you did not know.

Buy Porteguese standards, Davina was old. At 30 she was not married nor had she been in a relationship that lasted longer then a few months. She broke the mold of a traditional view of the good wife that finds a rich husband and spends the rest of her life at home having kids and raising them.

She joined the military hoping to gain a measure of solace after both her parents were killed in Desert Storm. She was raised by her Grandparents and when they died when Davina was 18, she joined the Armed forces.

Most of Portugal lived by the traditional view that the womans role was at home, because of that, she fought an endless struggle everyday to gain respect within the army. Because she joined the army at a young age, the men in the army were the only ones she had contact with and her world view on men was largly influenced by this. She saw men as nothing but a bunch of chauvenistic boors who wanted nothing more then to fuck her, break her heart, and then forget about her.

And she had no problem attracting men. She was not the classical, tall dark and slim beuty that most men dream about. She was the realistic picture of a woman. She was of medium height and curvey rather then slim. Her ass was the perfect size between being to big and being too small, and her breasts were a perfect D Cup, she was a lady built for comfurt. Her partiality towards slik underwear made her irrisistible to men. Her hair was bottle blond with chestnut brown highlights, her lips were as luscious as the first strawberries of the summer and her green eyes sparkled like diamonds.

When possible she perfered heeled shoes over flat ones, and walked with a quick step that meade her tits bounce as she walked. After sex, she alwys had a lazier gait where her perfectly round ass swung like a pendulum.

She could not immediately recall the last time she had sex. Her diselusionment with the male race meant that she was the preditor. Always entraping a suitible male, sharing a night of passionate kissing and oral sex. But never going the whole way, and she always made sure that she was the one to creep out of the window at midnight. She also avoided asking for favours, or even leave from work, because knew that they would come with a price.

I came as no surprise then that her call sign was Black Widow. Early in her career she gained the reputation of being an easy woman in order to work her way to the top. She then, for a period, turned her attention to junior officers who she would use and abuse at her will.

While eduring her latest round of basic training in Madera, a friend told her of a particular holiday that he had just been on. He painted the perfect picture of Ibiza. White sands, classical sunsets. Delicious cocktails and even more delicious locals. She could trust his judgement as he had a feminine side in him and was not afraid to admit when a man was goodlooking. She made up her mind that she would apply for leave when they got back to the mainland. Ibiza was calling.

She knew that applying for the leave would be a problem. Sine the attack on the Togo football team in the Cabinda peovince of Angola by the  Front for the Liberation of the Enclave of Cabinda - Military Position, similar rebel armies who were hell bent on gaining independence from Angola were getting bolder and bolder. Because Angola was formaly part of the Portugese empire, the Portugese army was asked to assist in the matter of surpressing the rebels.

Regardless, Davina was adement that she would get her leave, so she wore her most revealing white blouse under her uniform jacket, her push up bra really drawing attention to her inviting tits. She wore her highest heels and the shortest skirt allowable by military protocol and made her way to the leave officers office.

As she stood before the leave officer, Davina could see that he was practically undressing her with his eyes.
“Caralho Davina! It says here that you want to go on leave for a whole month!” said the officer.
“That’s right sir,” replied Davina, pouting her lips and giving the leave officer her best bedroom eyes.
“This is impossible! Fodes Davina! You know about the rebels in Cabinda. Your company will be given the order to prepare to disembark in four days!” he said.
“Sir, I have been part of the military since I was 18. I have never been on vacation. I am owed leave,” she reminded him.
“This is true. Perhaps you could further convince me of the merits of your application,” he said suggestivly.

A minute later she was bent over the desk as the leave officer was fucking her from behind like a rag doll. She closed her eyes and held back the moans of excitement that were itching to come out. Her loins burned as she felt her nipples getting harder as a result of the friction caused by rubbing on the desk top. He slapped her ass, which made her loose concentration and she finally let out a stiffled moan, she then stimulated her clit with her fingers as the leave officers cock penetrated her ass. This sent the leave officer over the edge and he thrusted her harder as he came.

After they both got dressed he signed the papers and gave them to Davina. She saluted him, made an about turn and made her way towards the door. As she put her hand on the door knob he adressed her again.
“How do I know that you wont send me a message from wherever it is you are going that you wont be coming back?” he asked.
“You don’t,” Davina replied without turning around.

Sitting on the palne waiting for take off, she thought back to the enounter with the leave officer. This she thought, was typical of a male. Using women for pleasure before processing a basic request. She longed for a man who would treat her right, who would not want to use her. Who appreciated her for her inner beuty. As she stared out the window, lost in her reveree, a man got into the seat next to her.
“Hi, my name is Hernandez,” he said.
“Davina,” was her icy reply.
“You going to Ibiza on holiday?” he asked,
“Well I am not going there to hunt pheasants!” realising that her tone was inappropriate she closed her eyes, regained her composure, and adressed him again.
"Yes. I am part of the Portugese armed forces and have never been on leave,” she said.
“An officer hey. I better behave then,” said Hernandez with a smile.

To her supprise, she had a long conversation with Hernandez and was not at all bored. Nor did she get the feeling that he had alterior motives. In fact, throughout the conversation, he never looked at ther tits once. Which was a supprise as her top showed copious clevage.
“Can I ask you a question,” asked Davina.
“Depends on the nature of the question,” said Hernandez.
“We have spoken the whole flight, and throughout the conversation you have not looked at my tits once,” she said.
“That’s because there is more to a woman then merely looks,” he said with a dashing smile.
They got off the plane, picked up their luggage off the carosel and made their way to the car rental companies. As they were about to make their own way Hernandez turned around.
“Miss Davina,” said Hernandez.
“Yes Senór Hernandez?” she replied.
“They are very inviting,” said Hernandez with a naughty smile.

She stayed at the hotel recommended by her friend, La Casa de Roja was just as its name suggested, the outer walls were all red and the reception gave the impression that one was standing in hells kitchen. “Fucking hell Fernando you have got some fucked up taste in hotels my friend,” she said to herself. Because she had not taken leave in the twelve years since she joined the military, she had enough money to book herself into the penthouse suite. The receptionist hailed a porter and he helped her take her bags up, oggling her the whole time. She thanked the man and told him to leave.

Standing on the balcony of her hotel, Davina watched the sunset as it kissed the ocean. In preperation for the night ahead, she closed her eyes and could hear the savage rythems. The drums starting soft, and building to a cresendo, the smoke machine producing smoke which resembled the graveyard scene from Michael Jackson’s Thriller. The strobe lights pulsating in time with the music. Scenes of bodies grinding against each other on the dance floor, erect nipples as female bodies brushed against male bodies, erect cocks as male bodies brushed against female bodies. She could picture the effects that the music would have on her soul, transporting her mind into a trance which she found hard to control.

Unconciously her nipples were getting hard at the thought of all the bodies brushing against each other on the dance floor, only a knock on the door brough her back to reality. She saw that there was a note slipped under the door which read: If you want a booty call, just call reception and order a vegiterian pizza with extra olives.
“The fucking little shit,” said Davina,” making promises that he cant live up to!”
Not to matter, she thought, a little irritation like this would not spoil her evening.

She got into the shower and enjoyed the feeling of cool water running across her body, the room was a bit secluded from other surrounding rooms so she took the opportunity to walk around the room naked. She opened the wardrobe and took out a skimpy jet black dress that she would wear to the Privilege Night Club. As she was putting on her make up and doing her hair, she turned on the TV to a music station that played all the club hits of the year. A particular song which was big in Portugal was playing, The words to  Inina Torra had no particular meaning in Portugese, but in Spanish it spoke of a female bull who was the most beautiful in the land that would tease all the male bulls and cause fights in the paddock over who would mate with her.

She thought the song very quaint and simple. Not like the rap music of today where all they sing about is hoes and making money. She threw her head back laughing at the thought. She then noticed a beautiful villa with white wall situated at the other end of the bay. A person standing on the balcony with a strong enough telescope could see straight into the room she thought. Perhaps there is a man, or even a teenager living there she thought. Perhaps they saw me walking around the room naked. Perhaps they were masterbating as I rubed moisturising cream over my titts, stomach and ass. The thought actually turned her on a bit.

She stepped out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to take her to the club, although it was a short distance to the club, she didn’t want to risk falling and damaging her perfect legs. She entred the club and whent straight to the bar where she ordered a Caipirinha.
“You should try the mojitos, much more suited to the Spanish climate,” said Hernandez
“And what is wrong with Caipirinha?” asked Davina distainly.
 “You'll fall over before the end of the night, the cachaça reacts badly to the humidity here,” replied Hernandez.
She looked at him and laughed. She had not heard anything more ridiculous in all her life.
“Tell me something Harnandez, are you as good on the dancefloor as you are with your mouth?” asked Davina.
“Señorita, you don’t know what I can actually do with my mouth. But yes, I am good on the dance floor,” replied Hernandez.
The couple spent most of the night on the floor, but they visited the bar frequently, Davina ordering her Caipirinha’s and Hernandez ordering his Mojito’s. Towards the end of the evening the couple were back on the floor when Inina Torra came on. As Davina turned in towards Hernandez he kissed her, every instinct in her body told her to pull away from him, but she continued the kiss with greater intensity. When the kiss was done, she looked longingly into Hernandez’s eyes and fell over. He helped her up.
“Told you that you’d fall over before the end of the evening,” said Hernandez.
“Im ready to go back to the hotel now,” slurred Davina.

The taxi drive home was filled with passionate kissing on the back seat. Davina couldn’t walk, so Hernandez carried her up to her suite.
“Come inside. Spend the night,” said Davina.
“Another time,” said Hernandez.
“You not even going to consider my offer?” said Davina, looking at Hernandez with bedroom eyes.
“Ill sleep on it,” said Hernandez.
“And all alone too…such a pity!” said Davina, anger now evident in her voice.
Sober now, she thought of what Hernandez was playing at. She played the evening perfectly, no man in his right mind would refuse an offer such as the one Davina put to Hernandez. She was in the mood to take her frustration out on someone, she called reception and ordered a vegiterian pizza with extra olives.

The porter that escorted Davina to her room earlier in the day presented himself at the door, Davina opened the door, pulled the porter in, tossed the pizza aside undid the zip of the porters pants and began to suck his cock. As he moaned with pleasure Davina sucked harder and harder. All the time digging her nails into his ass. She then threw him on the bed and gave him a hand job, jerking his cock violently, no hint of passion in her movements, The porter came and shot on Davina’s face. Knowing that the session was over, the porter got dressed and walked towards the door with his tail firmly set between his legs.
“Like I said. Making promises that he cant live up to!” said Davina.

She woke up mid morning and went down to the beach. She saw tat a number of the locals were walking around topless, but Davina had no inclination to put herself on display in such a manner. As the sun was baking her already tanned body she wondered why Hernandez refused her offer for casual sex. The thought had not even left her when Hernandez sat down on the lounging chair next to her. She looked at him angrily and returned her view to the sea.
“Still cross with me?” he asked.
“Little boys don’t anger me,” said Davina.
“Can I at least make it up to you? Dinner tonight? A resturant of your choice,” he said.
She turned towards him, lowered her sun glasses a bit so that he could register the irretation in her eyes.
“I do not come from here, I don’t know any good returants,” she answered.
“Then allow me to choose. Be ready at 8,” he said. And with that he was gone.

Not wanting to show that she still desired him, Davina dressed a lot more formally for the dinner. She wore a pair of tight jeans that had to be practiucally painted on her, a satin maroon blouse that bore the colour of her homeland, strappy high heeld sandels and a green satin neck scarf. Sitting at the table of a spanish returant sipping a merlot wine,
“Why did you not revel at spending a night of casual sex with me?” asked Davina casually.
“Oh…I can see that you are still angry with me. However, it is a fair question. I don’t take advantge of drunk woman. Id rather spend an evening pleasing you so that you can remember it the next day,” said Hernandez.
Shocked, Davina took a sip of her wine, looked at him and said,” You are not a dumb brute. I could have forgiven a dumb brute,” said Davina.

From dinner they ended up at Crazy 8. A bar at the end of a peir that overlooked the ocean, Davina supprisedly found that there was much more to Hernandez that meets the eye. He escorted her home once again and this time accepted the invitation up her room as it was just to have drinks.
“That house at the other end of the bay is beautiful,” said Davina.
“Si…It is,” said Hernandez.
“I realised the other night that if someone were to stand on the balcony of that house and look towards this direction, they would see into my room,” said Davina.
“Better not do anything naughty then. Are you going to the mascerade ball tomorrow night?” asked Hernandez.
“I didn’t even know that there was one,” replied Davina.
Taking out a ticket, Hernandez gave it to her, “See you tomorrow at 9 pm?”
“I guess you will,” said Davina.

There was something familiar about Hernandez that Davina could not place. The way that he carried himself as he walked suggested that he was a military man but she could not be sure of that. Putting thoughts of that aside she looked towards the mascerade ball. The beauty of such an event is that you could have sex with whoever you wanted and walk past them in the street the next day not knowing them. The anonymity was a dream. She wore a tight red dress with high heels and a mask that only covered her eyes. To allow quick access to important areas of her body sahe wore no underwear. She walked in and was offered a glass of champagne. From across the room she spotted Hernandez. Although he was wearing a mask the way he carried himself gave him away, she walked towards him and dragged him to the dance floor. A slow song was playing and he needed no invitation to cup her ass in his hands.
“Señorita, are you wearing no underwear?” asked Hernandez.
“Especially for you Señor,” whispered Davina in his ear.
A short while later the couple were in a secluded room. Hernandez was on the floor while Davina was giving him the ride of his life.

They whent back to Hernandez’s house and Davina realised that it was the house across the bay that she had been eyeing the whole week. She sood on the blacony and looked towards her room.
“Did you look into my room at anytime this week?” Davina asked Hernandez who had just walked up behind her.
“You have a fucking beautiful ass! that's all I can say,” replied Hernandez.
She turned and kissed him. Wrapping her leg up and around his waist her wet pussy was exposed. Hernandez slipped a finger and and out of it as his tongue was massaging hers. Davina pulled away from the kiss and moaned like a whore as Hernandez fingered her harder and harder. They made their way into the  room and Hernandez tied a silk scarf over her eyes. He then tied her hands to the posts of the bed. The thought of not knowing what Hernandez was going to do next excited Davina immensly. She could feel that he had a block of ice in his hands and was melting it over her body. He put it over her nipples which made them hard. He then sucked the nipples, lightly flicking his tongue over them, then he nibbled them, which sent electric pulses of pleasure through Davina’s body.

He then took his cock out and brushed the head of it over the nipples. Pushing her tits together, Hernandez started to ride them slowly. Then a bit harder, and harder still. She was moaning very loud at this stage which spurred Hernandez on. She broke her bonds and wrestled with Hernandez so that she was on top of him. Not taking the blind fold off she started to ride him, the sight of her tits bouncing up and down made Hernandez very horney and he spanked her ass, willing her to ride him harder. After she rode him, they whent out onto the balcony, bending Davina over, Herdandez put his cock in her ass and started to ride her gently. When his cock was going in and out easier, he rode her harder. As he was about to cum, he grabbed her hair, pulled he head back,  and orderd her to moan like a whore. Which she needed not to much instruction to do. The couple powered to an orgasm and lay on the cold tiles holding each each other.

Davina woke up the next moring before Hernandez and looked in his woredrobe. She saw his dog taggs on the shelf and looked at them.
“My code name is Zorro Platedo. I have been serving in the military all my life,” said Hernandez. 
Turning around Davina kissed him longingly. 
“Well the Silver Fox gave the performance of a lifetime last night PAPI,” said Davina. She also asked if she could use his phone. She then called her leave offier. Told him to go and fuck himself. And handed in her resignation from the military that afternoon. She never left Ibiza. 

Regards
Wayne A Knight