The Stranger

Chapter 23 - Cassandra

The flight from Berlin to Madrid seemed shorter than I expected. Most likely because I slept the whole way in, so the three-hour flight seemed to only last 30 minutes. We didn't sleep much last night so getting out of bed this morning was a massive task. Luckily, Alex had the great idea to order us room service breakfast which was already there when he woke me up with kisses. Waking up to those "good morning" whispers in my ear, with a slight Spanish accent that I hadn't noticed before, were music to my ears, not to mention the tingles between my legs.

We arrived at Adolfo Suárez Madrid–Barajas Airport at around 1:30 pm and went straight to the Europcar shop inside the terminal.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked, "Does your dad know that I am coming?" nerves started setting in. I hadn't thought about this.

"I've hired a car. We are going to Aranjuez. It is about an hour drive from Madrid.

"Buenas tardes señorita" Alex greeted the well-presented brunette at the desk "he reservado un coche por el fin de semana. Mi nombre es Alejandro Dominguez".

I had no idea what he was saying but the ability to just switch languages on the spot was such a turn on. He continued in Spanish while I waited by him.

"Okay Cassandra," he turned "Let's go". He grabbed my hand and led the way.

The way there on the E-5 was all new to me. I had never been to Spain in my adult life and it didn't seem a whole lot different to England, except that the weather was nicer and that they drove on the wrong side of the road.

"So why Aranhooeth" I tried my best Spanish pronunciation of the word. Alex laughed.

"I grew up there. We have a Hacienda" he said, "I actually don't know how to say hacienda in English" he thought for a few seconds. "It's an estate. Sort of like a farm or a ranch. Mum and dad bought that when she was pregnant with me. They liked the peace and quiet. It also isn't too far from Madrid which was good for mum's studio".

"Studio?" I asked.

"Yes. I told you mum and dad met in Cuba. She was a dancer and was travelling Latin America because she loved the dancing. Salsa, cumbia, tango, vallenato and eventually Flamenco".

"I have no idea what any of the words you just said mean but it sounds really sexy" we laughed, but the truth was that I wanted to reach into his pants and hold his manhood in my mouth.

"They are all dance styles. She found Flamenco here in Spain and that's what she fell in love with and that's why they moved here. Her business was a dance school. A very popular one."

"What did your dad do?"

"He helped running the business and also worked the land and helped build the house".

When we arrived at Aranjuez I noticed less buildings and more greenery. We drove through the main part and past it for another few minutes until we hit a dirt road off the main road. It wasn't very long before we went through a big wooden gate on the endlessly long, not massively tall, white wall that surrounded the property. Once inside I noticed a massive house, old style, white brick walls with the odd red bricks that seem to sit at random. The red bricks also adorned the door frames and the massive windows all throughout the house.

As we stepped out of the car, as sense of peace and quiet filled me. I could hear birds chirping in the distance, I seemed to be breathing cleaner air and the bright sun warmed my face. I could do nothing more than stare at all the trees and grass in the distance.

"Ready?" Alex's hand on my back woke me up from my trance as he guided me to the main entrance. The door in front of us opened before we could reach it.