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Spanish FunYears ago I moved to Spain, bought a house in the low mountains, in what I call ?real Spain?. The lifestyle is calm and relaxed, the weather almost always good and the number of national parks and areas of outstanding natural beauty in the area is beyond belief. My home is right slap-bang in the middle of them.I got the house, it came with a lot of land planted with olive and almond groves, with a plan to create a place people could stay when they were exploring the area. Over a short period of time I built a pool, converted two outbuildings into casitas and built three more. Once the pool and the first two casitas were ready I advertised holidays on a self-catering basis. It worked and I built up a clientele that still visit to this day.This story is about some of the fun that came my way as my business progressed. I intend to write about some of my experiences in more detail later, but for now you will get an idea.My initial thoughts were that I would attract couples and young families that wanted an active holiday exploring somewhere new. I got that in spades and they told their friends and families and quite quickly I was getting the types I was expecting along with singles as well as some of the older generation, some doing a European tour. Nationalities became very varied, I was expecting mostly English people but, French, German, Spanish and many others stay.Quite a few of my friends and family from England visited as you would expect, amongst them were a number of ex-lovers who were more than happy to have an inexpensive holiday and get reacquainted with an old frame. güvenilir bahis The first bit of fun that came out of the blue (instead of planned or expected) was with a French lady who was staying for two weeks. She had brought her own bike and spent her days, as far as I could tell, cycling, swimming and sunbathing. She was fit, that was for sure. A couple of days into her stay I was on my way out when she called me over and asked if I would mind putting suntan lotion on her back, I obliged and she struck up a conversation, ultimately she got to her real point which was what were the house rules on topless sunbathing by the pool. I told her, if it seemed appropriate regarding the other guests, she could do so. I also told her that along with the private area she had at her casita (they all had them), if she was the only one at the pool she could sunbathe and swim naked if she wanted. I left her to her sunbathing and went out. A day or two later she was by the pool, on her own and naked, which I have to say was a great sight.That same evening, just after I had finished my dinner, she knocked on my door carrying a bottle of wine. Would I mind some company, she asked. I invited her in and we went through to my private courtyard. I found some glasses and a corkscrew, and we sat and talked in the late evening warmth. She was dressed elegantly, as French women seem to do so well, I guessed she was in her mid-forties. She told me she was a museum curator in Paris and the holiday was to de-stress and relax after an exhibition, she had created and been managing, had closed after türkçe bahis a successful run. While I could see no detail, I thought she might be naked under her dress. When her bottle was empty and I?d opened another I got the impression she had no intention of leaving and I soon found out why. She was naked under the dress and the sex was slow and explosive. She was a very good lover. Before she went back to her casita much later, I invited her to have dinner with me the next day. The sex was even better and we continued to see each other, not every evening, but most, until she went home.That was the beginning of an unexpected turn that greatly helped my business. There followed a number of liaisons with guests, some were single guests staying on their own and some were couples. All were interesting, there were liaisons with single women like the French woman, single men (why not, I am bi) but the most fascinating were the couples, one couple wanted someone to video their fun, I got a BJ as a thanks for doing that, another wanted a second man so the woman could have a spit-roast. There was even a female bi couple who wanted some fun and a gay couple who wanted me to video them massaging each other. All of these will be subject of individual stories.How this all came about was simply that my place got a reputation for being very relaxed and liberal and Europeans like that. I guess the ones who had experienced some sexual fun told others what could be on the menu.One day I got an email request, was my place suitable for a nudist couple wanting a nudist holiday? My initial reaction güvenilir bahis siteleri was that it was impractical but I gave it some thought. The whole place is private so that wasn?t a problem, I checked to see if I needed any permits, but it was private land and my home so the answer was no. The only problem would be other guests. Easily solved. I wrote back and mentioned that it would be fine, I would designate whichever two weeks they visited to a nudist period. But I did mention they would have to dress to go into the local town for supplies. They said that would be okay and booked. I then advertised that the two weeks they had booked were available to other nudist couples. I got fully booked within 3 days and enough requests that I had to book another two weeks shortly afterwards which also got fully booked quickly.This is where my business grew, I charged a premium for a nudist stay and no-one seemed to mind and the nudist periods have grown and I now do 4 or 5 a year. I don?t advertise any more, almost all my clientele are repeat visitors and most of the new ones have been told about my place by a friend.Because of one couple who visited I installed a ?playroom? and they, along with me and some other guests have furnished it with the appropriate equipment. After the first time it was used I had to take everything out and soundproof the room!The couple in question were a German couple in their 60?s, they were heavily into BDSM with the woman being the submissive. The first time I heard about it, yes I did say heard, was when I was walking past their casita. I heard some very loud slapping. I stopped to listen. Later, when it was appropriate, I ask if all was okay with their casita. They said yes, and without any embarrassment, told me what they had been up to.That is a long story which I will tell in full soon.