Formentera, a vacation bungalow and lots of sun! I had been enjoying all of this for two weeks now. My husband and children had already left due to the start of school. I now had almost a week to myself. We had been coming here for three years and I had known Benni for three years. I emphasize: on a friendly basis. Then it happened that I had no more cash and no more cigarettes. The last of my foreign currency had been spent on the cab to the airport. Benni was to be my salvation before I had time to change money again. I strolled around the bay and hoped he would be home. Man must be lucky! Two days ago, his girlfriend had left for Germany - they had fallen out, as happens not only with young people.

When I rang the doorbell, there was no answer. But he was there, as I could see from the racing bike leaning against the wall of the house. I walked around the house as I suspected that Benni was on the terrace. My assumption was correct: Benni was lying stark naked in a chair. I made myself known with a short cough. Benni squinted into the sun, grinned at me and said: "You're just in time. Have a seat! Do you want a Pernod too?"
I nodded and said: "If you had a cigarette to go with it, you could save an old lady's life!"
"Sure, I'll bring it!" he promised, got up and disappeared into the house. I hadn't actually wanted to look, but it had been inevitable to notice that his best piece was sticking out towards the sun. I hadn't missed it when I got up - nor the slight blush that had appeared on his face. When he appeared on the terrace with his drink and a packet of cigarettes, he was wearing boxer shorts.
"I just felt so naked!" he said in explanation when he sensed that I had noticed the change.
I took the drink and the cigarette and Benni gave me a light. I took a deep drag and felt all tingly, glad that I could hold on to the cigarette. Two hours without cigarettes and already experiencing withdrawal symptoms? No, that wasn't why I was suddenly nervous. Benni's body turned me on - even in boxer shorts! If his girlfriend - a lovely young woman, by the way - had been here, I would have left. Why had she also left early? I looked at Benni's broad back, his skin that shone like alabaster in the sun, those muscular arms and just the right amount of chest hair to appeal to me personally.
I had always liked Benni. But I wouldn't have dreamed of making eyes at him. Young happiness was sacred to me.
"Your drink tastes delicious!" I said-just to say something.
"Since Gigi left, I've been living off Pernod!" Benni replied. "I'm sure you'll get along again!" I tried to encourage him.
"She's a stupid cow!" Benni said angrily. He squinted into the sun and I studied his physiognomy.
"Can I have another one?" I asked, pointing at the pack of cigarettes.
"Of course. But it's the last pack. Then someone has to go!" he decided.
"What do you say we walk a few steps around the bay and into town? Because I also need to exchange some money," I asked. "That's a good idea. Wait, I'll just put on a pair of jeans!" he said happily.
Although it was very hot, I hooked up with him when Benni offered me his arm outside the house shortly afterwards. We walked around the bay past my bungalow towards the promenade.
Within a few minutes, the dry heat turned into a thick sultriness that you could almost touch. The sky had darkened and we could hear muffled rumbling from afar. There was about to be a wonderful thunderstorm.
"Isn't that fascinating?" Benni asked me. "Natural phenomena like this are rare in Germany. It's amazing, the unpredictability of the sky!"
Then I felt a thick drop on my forehead. Benni took my hand and we both ran off. I guessed the destination: the only phone booth within a 10-kilometer radius!
I whooped with delight, because now the rain was really coming down on us. It felt good and had a liberating effect. We soon reached the booth. But before we went in, we both stuck our faces into the water coming from the sky. Childlike joy sparkled from his eyes. He looked mischievous. I thought I could see audacity in them. By now it had become pitch black and the rain was pattering against the thick glass. There was thunder and lightning, as if the end of the world was approaching. Benni was still holding my hand. Our wet clothes smelled a bit like stale seawater. There was no one to be seen for miles around. A ringing sound made me look down. I burst out laughing because two coins had fallen out of Benni's trouser leg. Benni laughed too: "Gigi has been trying to sew up the hole in his trouser pocket for weeks!"
As if on cue, we both bent down to pick up the money and almost bumped heads. Lust and eroticism were heavy in the air.
"Either we give in to the feeling right now," I thought, "or we leave the phone booth immediately and get struck by lightning . ."
The coins stayed put, we raised our half-bent upper bodies, stretched out our knees and looked at each other wide-eyed and silent. Benni pressed himself against me. I could feel his tense thighs pressing hard against mine and his penis was even harder. When Benni kissed me on my open mouth, his eyes wide open, I could see our bodies steaming. The glass of the cell fogged up.
It wasn't easy to get Benni's wet jeans zipper open. He had to help me. My tight-fitting dress, under which I was naked, was also difficult to pull up because of the wetness. At that moment, I didn't waste a single thought on the fact that someone might see us. The whole of Formentera could have been our audience. I didn't care. I just realized that having sex in a cramped phone booth wasn't easy. Who would come up with an idea like that? Benni's trousers and boxer shorts were stuck to my thighs and my dress was tight around my waist. I had enough legroom for Benni to lift me up and I could wrap my legs around his hips. The rain was still beating extremely hard against our shelter when I felt Benni's best piece and it found its way, very easily, into me. I leaned against the inside of the booth with my bottom so that it rumbled. The inside of the phone booth was all steamed up, like in a bathroom after a full bath.
It had been years since I had been loved by my husband in this position. Today I prefer to be more comfortable. For me, however, this adventurous style was so appealing that I forgot how strenuous it actually was to practise. Benni paused in his movement, wanting to gain time and not shoot his powder straight away. I crossed my legs tighter behind his back and now set the tone, as my lust was as taut as a bow. He was breathing heavily into my face, fresh sweat was in the air and the lack of oxygen was fogging me up.
I felt like I had a hot sword in my stomach that was penetrating me deeper and deeper. Benni got his 'knockout' when I felt like I was suffocating and dissolving. The sultriness of our climaxes enveloped us like a cocoon. We were unable to move and didn't even have the strength to get away from each other. Very slowly, we came back to life. I relaxed my leg muscles against his loins and let my legs slide down him until I was standing on firm feet again. The air in the cell was stifling. Benni did the only right thing: he pushed open the heavy glass door.
It wouldn't have been long before we died of asphyxiation. As we were, me still with my dress pulled up, Benni with his various pairs of pants now sitting at the back of his knees, we stood in the thunderstorm. A refreshment like our lust in the cell! "Now for a cigarette!" I thought. Benni read my thoughts, reached into his wet trouser pocket and took out the soggy packet. It contained wet, crumbled tobacco and something that could only remotely be described as cigarette paper. Laughing, I pulled Benni's pants up, my dress down and pointed to the coins that neither of us had picked up earlier. Benni took them and hand in hand we walked through the rain towards the promenade.

As quickly as the storm had come, it was gone again. I was still on a slight, erotic high. The sun, which always shines here, broke through and you would have thought the thunderstorm was just a dream. I realized from my soft knees that I hadn't been dreaming. Benni and I still had a wonderful day and evening. But our phone booth experience remained unique. He spoke to Gigi on the phone in the evening and decided to fly back to Germany the very next morning. I set off the next day. What else was I supposed to do here - without Benni?

"Liebesgewitter" from "Sex im Urlaub"-ORION/Carl Stephenson Verlag

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