Nadia My Spanish Girl by bravebombadier
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Now here’s the point, Nadia was just eighteen and me, well I’m in my forties, so I was kind of shocked. I suppose that I just stared at her, puzzled.
She suddenly pushed me flat on my back, then leaned over me and her lips came down on mine. She kissed me, I mean really kissed me, I wasn’t sure how to react, basically, I did nothing, just let her kiss.
“Mierda!” She said, (shit) “I mean kiss me, kiss me properly, like you want to.” , When I first met Nadia she was only fifteen. I didn’t notice her at the time, why should I, she was just another kid in a large family group.
Building first began on the urbanization, on scrub-land sold to the developer with planning permission for four hundred homes. There was one problem that came with the land, a sitting tenant. A family living in Madrid had owned a property for generations. They used it only twice a year, they always came for two weeks at Christmas and again in the height of summer, for five or six weeks.
The developer had gambled in buying them out, believing they would get fed up once surrounded by homes mostly owned by foreigners. I later found out, that the grandfather was actually considering selling, but then things changed.
I took on the bar/restaurant. Everyone had thought it to be a white-elephant when it was built, far too big and it came with a very large swimming pool. And indeed, it had stayed empty for nearly three years.
When I came along, the developer was desperate to have it functioning, consequently, I got a brilliant deal on my five-year lease.
I had met the Spanish family in passing the year before, they were nice people.
When they arrived for the summer holiday, I had only just taken on the bar. Now they lived very close, I mean just over the road. I thought it might be a good idea to invite them all for a welcoming drink, and perhaps get them on my side from the off. I was thinking of noise from the entertainment and so on. Well, it turned out to be a brilliant move.
The whole family arrived, all seventeen of them, from about age seven to seventy. The first thing that impressed them, was that I understood, and knew how to make all of their peculiar coffees, such as a carajillo, cortado, con hielo, bombon, belmonte, etc. Besides, all the various herbal teas and that I actually already had them.
Granddad asked if I could do them a family meal on Saturday, but it had to be traditional Spanish food. Not a problem! I said.
The meal was a huge success, and from that moment they were regular customers, why go into town for a family drink he had said when it’s all here.
They came over for the evening entertainment, whatever it was, but they particularly enjoyed both the karaoke and my own disco nights, I had always been happy to intermix some Spanish music. The younger members of the family naturally, loved the karaoke nights.
That’s when I first noticed Nadia. She had a beautiful voice, a gifted young singer, not your typical karaoke screecher.
Two years went by, time had been good to me, the bar and restaurant did well, and my customers were happy.
Once more my Spanish family arrived. The reunion was great, a real pleasure to see them. Nadia came and said hello to me, I was surprised at how she had grown up. She was now a stunning beauty.
Disco night came and the bar was heaving. I usually took a short break halfway through the evening, I had a selection of standard dance tapes I would put on while I was away from the disco.
I was sat outside on the patio, having a quiet beer and a smoke, when Nadia walked up, asking if she could sit with me for a bit, I saw her younger sister standing chaperone.
I should explain at this point, Nadia spoke no English but my Spanish is good for conversation, even if it is grammatically poor. Anyway, for the purpose of my story, I will put most of her dialogue in English.
She asked whether my winter trade had been good, it had. Then she said that she wanted to learn some of the English dance steps, a waltz or a quick step, and would I be kind enough to show her. I already knew the protocol, but she pointed out that I would need to ask permission of her father or mother first. Father said it was okay, and granddad positively beamed, he really liked me, you see.
It all began a little awkward, she was obviously shy, what with so many people around. I pointed out that very few of them actually knew how to dance properly, most couples kind of shuffle around the floor, with no real idea of a proper dance step. She relaxed and began to learn and from that moment, she was a good pupil.
Within a couple of weeks, she was a better dancer than I was, but we made a good couple zipping around the floor. The family were delighted with her and naturally very grateful to me.
My day off, I liked to go fishing, either sea or inland to one of the huge reservoirs which had fantastic golden carp, up to ten kilos or more. I had been chatting to Nadia’s granddad about fishing in general and had said I was going after carp on Thursday.
Nadia and her sister Mariana came in, they ordered a coke each and sat at the bar. Nadia chatted a bit, in general so-to-speak, then suddenly asked if three of them could maybe come with me on Thursday. The third being Mariana’s boyfriend. She told me that her mother had okayed it. Then she told me it was her birthday today, she was eighteen and they would all be over this evening to celebrate.
“Feliz cumplianos a ti.” (Happy birthday to you) I said to her.
Thursday morning, they turned up lugging a great big picnic hamper. “Hola Miguel como estas?”
“Todo bien,” I answered, then stowed the hamper, and off we set.
We arrived at the lake, I called it that, it was around three miles long, a mile across at the widest point. Surrounded by hills, it was, in fact, a flooded valley, it was a lovely place. I took them to my usual spot, a little back from the water, where a few trees provided some shade from the hot Spanish sun.
The first thing I did, was to set up my rod and line with rod safely anchored, lust in case a giant carp took the bait.
Back under the trees, I found Nardia had already sorted everything. She invited me to sit, then passed me a glass of, still cold, white wine. After a while, Mariana and Santiago said they were off to explore the abandoned village which was about a mile away, half of it was underwater but the rest still there. I saw Mariana give Nadia a knowing look, but didn’t think that much of it.
Soon, they disappeared, Mariana took my hand, while gazing across the lake. Then she surprised me, “Mike, you haven’t given me a birthday kiss yet,” as she turned to look at me.
I leaned and gave her peck on the cheek. “Mike! I mean a kiss.”
Now here’s the point, Nadia was just eighteen and me, well I’m in my forties, so I was kind of shocked. I suppose that I just stared at her, puzzled.
She suddenly pushed me flat on my back, then leaned over me and her lips came down on mine. She kissed me, I mean really kissed me, I wasn’t sure how to react, basically, I did nothing, just let her kiss. “Mierda!” She said, (shit) “I mean kiss me, kiss me properly, like you want to.”