The taxi dropped us off right outside the villa at 9am. It was already a beautiful day, the sun glistening in the pristine Spanish sky. Eager to change out of my outfit that I'd worn for the plane journey over, I left Billy to pay the driver and headed straight inside, wheeling my suitcase behind me.

Inside the villa it was palatial. The walls were white stone, the ceiling fifteen feet from the ground, and the furniture like something out of a period drama. I took a quick look at the kitchen, which was even better than the website advertised. A long dining table sat at its centre, a bowl of fruit decadently laid atop it, and a tremendous gas cooker commanded the far side. Sliding glass doors led from the kitchen onto the back patio. Several deck chairs were set up, all looking onto the pool. I couldn't wait to get out there, but there was something important I had to attend to first.

I made my way back through the kitchen and living room just as Billy was lugging the rest of our stuff in from the taxi. I felt bad about making him carry it all, then remembered that he was the 'man' of our relationship. We exchanged a little smile. I wanted to run up and kiss him right there and then, but, as part of our agreement, I knew that I couldn't. Only Hannah kisses Billy.

I grabbed my suitcase and skipped up the spiral staircase. The master bedroom was at the end of the landing. Once inside, I shut the door and stripped to my birthday suit. I thought maybe I should shower first, and decided that was a good idea. I entered the en suite and freshened myself up.

That done, I re-entered the bedroom and popped open my suitcase. It practically burst open, burgeoning as it was with all of the goodies I had packed. First things first, I needed to get my essential Hannah items on. I applied tucking tape to my nether regions, keeping my little willy securely out of the way. I then slid the breast plate into place: they're not huge boobies, only a B cup, but they suit my figure. And Billy says he prefers it that way (he's a self-confessed ass man, and mine's all his). The final item was my brown wig. For the time-being, I put it up in a simple ponytail.

I sat at the vanity table and applied some makeup: nothing too heavy, seeing as we'd be staying around the villa for most of the day. Satisfied that I'd got rid of any traces of Henry, I deliberated on what outfit to wear. That took some time, especially as I'd packed so many gorgeous swimsuits, but I finally settled on a red one-piece. I slid it up my body, pulled the straps into place over my shoulders and allowed it to settle into my crack. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I was thrilled with how I look. No doubt Billy would feel the same.

I donned a pair of sunglasses and a stylish straw hat and sauntered downstairs. Knowing Billy would already be outside, I went through the kitchen and out of the sliding doors. He was swimming in the pool but stopped mid-length as he caught me standing there. Without hesitation, he swam to the side, hoisted himself out of the water and made straight for me. The droplets fell from his hair and glided majestically over his delicious pecs. I bit my lip at the site of him, his blue eyes not once deviating from my face. He drew me in, hands gripping my exposed hips, and kissed me passionately. I reciprocated, my tongue catching some of the falling water as I pushed it into his mouth.

It was me who withdrew first. I wanted him to fuck me right there and then, but I also wanted to tease him a little, make him wait. That way the anticipation would build until I finally let him have me that night.

"I think I'm going to catch a little sun", I said, hand rested on his chest.

He nodded but said nothing. I turned away and strode towards a deck chair. I laid down on it face first, pulling down the straps of the swimsuit. I could tell that his vision had not left me. I turned to look at him and lifted my sunglasses.

"You not going to put on my sun lotion for me?" I asked.

No sooner have the words left my mouth than he darted into the villa. It wasn't more than ten seconds before he returned, sun lotion in hand. I rested my head back down on the deck chair as he squirted the cream onto my back. His manly fingers worked it into my skin. Starting with my neck and shoulders, he worked his way down my upper body. I could feel his cock pulsating through his Speedos as he straddled my peachy bum. Top half done, he manoeuvred to my toes and worked up from my feet, spending the most time at my thighs and bum. He rubbed my ass cheeks for quite some time, gripping at my flesh with authority. I tittered and decided to tease him.

"You done yet?" I asked.

He let go, leaned over and whispered into my ear.

"All done", he replied, giving my ass a cheeky slap before he dismounted.

I spent the rest of the morning and the start of the afternoon on the deck chair letting the beaming Spanish sun tan my body. At 2.30pm, Billy made us both a chicken and salad sandwich which we ate by the pool. We barely spoke a word, but we were both loving the situation. Billy could barely take his eyes off me and the feeling was very much mutual.

We whiled away some more hours, Billy swimming in the pool, me sunbathing and reading a book. Then, at 5pm, we decided to get ready for the evening.

Upstairs in the bedroom, I touched up my makeup and stripped out of the swimsuit. Deciding on my outfit for the night was less time-consuming than it had been that morning, as I'd been considering my options all day. I put on a matching white bra and high-leg cotton panties which I word under a cute white summer mini dress. I undid my hair from its ponytail and brushed it straight. I completed my look with a white Alice band. I was innocence personified, but my intentions for Billy were far from innocent!

Ready for the night, I met Billy downstairs. He was sat on the sofa but rose as soon as I appeared on the steps. He held out both of his hands and I took them in mine. We kissed, but it was only a quick peck this time.

"You look beautiful!" he complimented.

"You don't look too bad yourself", I returned. And that was an understatement: he looked fucking gorgeous. His thick blonde hair combed up, the top buttons of his blue shirt revealing a hint of his toned chest, and the tight white shorts gripping his muscly thighs. He truly was an Adonis.

We held hands as we left the villa and made our way into the town square. It was a beautiful walk, through an old market town with cobbled streets and multicoloured buildings. The locals went about their day-to-day: women hanging up washing, men playing cards on trestle tables, the children playing football. We exchanged cursory smiles with many. I was so full of joy.

We ate at a restaurant that served the most delicious seafood paella. So nice was the food that I gobbled it with fervour and left a bit of sauce on the corner of my mouth. Billy chuckled when he saw it and I implored him to tell me what was tickling him. He didn't say anything but leaned over the table and got it off with a careful stroke of the finger. He left his index out, and, with a playful glint in my eye, I licked it clean. The sauce was only on the tip but I sucked it right down to the knuckle, not for one second breaking eye contact.

Having finished our meal, we sat for some time at the restaurant, drinking and watching the night grow dark. We walked home at about 9pm, just as the stars were coming out to play. Billy draped his arm over my shoulders and I cuddled up to him. I led the way back into the villa, and, taking my man by the hand, led him up to the bedroom.

Just outside the door, I turned to face him and pulled his face in for a snog. I rubbed my free hand on his crotch, tracing the outline of his member. Lips still locked, he lifted me up by the buttocks and I wrapped my legs around his frame. He pushed through the door and plonked me down on the bed. He let go to unbutton the rest of his shirt then perched down over me. We kissed some more as I slid the straps off my dress from shoulders and pulled the dress down off my body. We were both starting to sweat. He tenderly kissed my neck, eliciting small groans from me. I unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and yanked his shorts down to the floor. He stepped backwards to get free of them, giving me time and space to get on my knees. My head level with his crotch, I looked up innocently but knowingly into his eyes. Our mutual smiles foretold what was to come.

Removing his underpants, I began to work his cock with my mouth. He placed both his hands on my head and helped guide me back and forth, back and forth. The tip kept teasing the back of my throat. He was rock hard now and fully inside me, balls and all. I knew I could make him cum there and then, but this wasn't the finale. He knew it too.

He let go of my head and removed his wet cock from my mouth. With his erection still at full mast, he lifted me up and draped me over the side of the bed. He gave me a quick slap on the ass, then pulled my panties to my knees. My asshole exposed, he wasted no time awaiting permission for entry. He thrust into me and I let out a quiver of excitement. We were both panting now and I could feel the hot sweat falling from his body onto mine. He gripped my midriff and worked his hands upwards. Soon he was cupping my fake breasts, pulling me up so that our upper bodies, like our lower bodies, were one.

His hot breath caressed my ears. Now both standing upright, his cock was protecting upwards into my body. As our loving reached its climax, he let out a final prolonged groan and shot a delightful stream into me.

Silenced, we remained upright for some moments longer, neither uttering a word but emitting short hard breaths. He removed himself and kissed the back of my neck. He hugged me from behind for a while before turning me round to face him.

"That was great. I love you so much, Hannah."

There was heartfelt emotion tattooed on his eyes. I stroked his cheek.

"I love you too, Billy Skinner".

He went into the bathroom as I curled up under the duvet. A few minutes later, he joined me. I drifted off with my bottom pressed to his cock and his arm draped over my chest. Our fingers interlocked, we were one.

I dreamt beautiful dreams of our love and future life together. Billy and Hannah: destined to be together. I simply couldn't wait for the week ahead.