Joy E-Book

Marina Zitza

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 225

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Joy urgently needs a change. She is suffocating in her current life. She plucks up all her courage and gets on the next plane to Tenerife. There, in the beauty of the Canary Islands, she not only finds great love, but also her long-lost child.

Leseprobe

Foreword

A fictitious story that shows how our fate is influenced by encounters and actions. And how misfortune, despair and hatred can turn into happiness, hope and, above all, love.

Nothing is predictable, nothing is certain.

Chapter 1

Joy is fed up with the constant arguments at home. The relationship has never been good and has become strained in recent years. She grabs a travel bag and stuffs summer clothes, jeans and sweatshirts into it. Sneakers and flops. A toiletry and make-up bag. She stuffs her passport, vaccination card and wallet into her handbag. Checks the contents again. She has closed her savings book. Then she takes a piece of paper and writes a few lines.

"I'm off for now. I'll be in touch at some point. Take a look at the world. Bye!"

Then she puts the note on her bed, grabs her favorite denim jacket and walks to the bus station. She doesn't turn around. She sits at the back of the bus and studies the travel brochures. At the airport, she is overwhelmed by the crowds of people and noises. She sits down in a restaurant and looks at everything. First she has to let it all sink in. Then she goes to an information desk. She is shown last-minute flights. Everything is there. From the coldest to the warmest region. Joy opts for the middle. The Canary Islands. Popular vacation islands. Each island has its own special features. She plans to explore them all. If she's thrifty, she can do it with her savings. She chooses the cheapest flight to Tenerife. As the island is in the middle of the archipelago, she can reach all the other islands from there by ferry. There are also many German-speaking companies on site. So she doesn't feel quite so foreign. She still has some time before her departure. She drops off her luggage, buys some snacks and a travel guide. She looks for rooms to rent. As she wants to see as much as possible, she looks for cheap rooms. But all the hotels are way over her budget. She does some research on the Internet. A private provider has a room available. The pictures are promising. A finca. Close to the city center. Yet rural. The coast in the background. She gets in touch by e-mail. Joy is asked to send her key details and a photo to confirm her interest. She thinks nothing of it and does it. She receives a confirmation immediately. Joy asks again about the room price. It seems too low for what is on offer and she wants to make sure there is no misprint. This fantastic offer is confirmed to her again.

"Wonderful," thinks Joy. "I've already got a place to sleep."

The loudspeakers emit the call for departure. Check in. During the flight, she reads up on the sights of the islands. She circles the ones she is interested in. After landing on Tenerife, she stands in front of the airport exit. Trying to find her bearings.

"Are you Joy?" she suddenly hears someone behind her ask.

A well-groomed, very good-looking middle-aged man has approached her. She nods.

"I'm the owner of the finca," he explains with a smile. "I took your predecessors to the airport and thought I could take you right back with me. If you like," he offers.

Joy is relieved. She saves herself the hassle of traffic. No need to take an expensive cab.

"I'd love to," she agrees with a smile.

He takes the travel bag from her and leads her to a sports car. A luxury-class convertible. Joy's eyes get bigger and bigger. She almost sinks into the soft leather of the seats. And the smell. She doesn't even dare to stretch her legs. Sits a little cramped. Kneads her hands. Her blonde hair is constantly blowing in front of her face during the journey.

Suddenly he stops. He leans over her lap and takes a hairband out of the cockpit glove compartment. "Here you go," he says with a smile and hands it to her, "otherwise you'll miss out on the magnificent view."

Joy says thank you insecurely, takes it and puts it on. She has never experienced such care. So attentive. He watches her make herself up in the mirror. Looks her up and down. But she doesn't notice. Joy takes her cell phone out of her jacket and films everything. The sea with its breakwaters. Small villages, flora and fauna. The sky as it touches the water. Joy closes her eyes. Breathes deeply. Feels the warm wind on her skin. She doesn't regret her decision. Feels really free for the first time. He watches her. Her smile fascinates him. Grinning slightly, he drives on. Joy takes a few more selfies of herself.

A short time later, they arrive at a driveway protected by an electric gate. He opens and closes it with a remote control. Behind a small cactus forest, consisting of many different species and sizes, a traditional finca reveals itself.

"Even more beautiful than in the picture," thinks Joy.

A front garden with palm trees, Canary Island pines and small rocks in between, which break up the whole thing and provide shady spots for reptiles. The plants are arranged in tiers. Two pillars in front of the house support a wooden roof. To the right of the house is a rock wall with a water feature. In front of it is a water basin. A tree where horses and donkeys can be tethered, find shelter from the sun and have access to the water. Joy is impressed by this caring attitude. They obviously have a heart for animals here. Now she feels really at home.

"I'll show you around first," he interrupts her thoughts and opens the car door. He gallantly offers her his hand and helps her get out. Joy feels like a celebrity. She's only seen this much attention in movies. She smiles, embarrassed. And his gaze lingers on her for seconds. He looks her straight in the eye. Without a word, he turns around and walks ahead. He explains the vegetation and wildlife so that she isn't startled when something darts in front of her. Behind the house is a huge pool set into the ground. Next to it is a whirlpool. A couple are sitting in it drinking champagne. Joy nods to them as they pass. They walk on. In the basement of the house there is an eat-in kitchen. A kitchenette with the most basic equipment, chairs and a table. But also a sofa with an armchair and side table. "For a gourmet break in between," he explains with a grin. Then they go up the stairs. At the end of the corridor, he opens a room. Light sheer curtains are blowing in the draught. Joy goes to the window and her hair is also blowing. He stares at her. The scent of her perfume wafts over to him. With the wind in her hair, she looks like a statue of a goddess. The view out of the window reveals something dreamlike. The beautifully landscaped backyard, whirlpool, pool and a garden house hidden in the bushes. You couldn't see it before. Behind it, the coast and then the sea, reflecting the sun's rays.

Joy leans her head dreamily against the curtain. She completely forgets that she is not alone. Sighs. "It's even better than I thought," she thinks. That she has dared to simply leave everything behind. She is overjoyed.

He snaps her out of her dream. "I'll get your luggage now," he says with a grin.

Joy is slightly startled, then nods at him and looks around. Against the wall is a four-poster bed with bars at the head and foot of the bed. The comforter and pillows are bright and have a flowery pattern. Next to it are two small bedside cabinets. A chest in front of the bed. Against the wall, behind the door, a small closet. All the furniture is made of cedar wood. A shower room in the adjoining room. The shower is at ground level and has a brick bench. Standard WC. A washbasin set into a chest of drawers. Fittings decorated in gold. All tiled in Mediterranean style.

There is a knock. The landlord brings Joy's travel bag.

"It's a dream here," says Joy with shining eyes. "Hopefully my savings will be enough to stay here for a long time. And hopefully I won't need so much money for transportation. Can you recommend a cheap car rental company, or is there a bus nearby?" she asks.

"Don't worry about that," he says with a grin. There's always someone who will give you a lift. Take your time unpacking. There's a barbecue party tonight. Please join us. And if you need anything now, you'll find drinks in the fridge in the kitchen and regional fruit and vegetables on the counter. Please help yourself," he offers with a smile and leaves.

Joy shouts her thanks and unpacks. Hangs her things in the cupboard. The bag in the chest. Sits down on the bed and counts her savings again. Calculates the time. Sets aside a small amount for each island. Then she goes to the window and enjoys the view once again. Sees the couple coming out of the garden shed from the hot tub. The woman looks rumpled and sweaty. And he has a red head. Joy doesn't give it a second thought and goes to take a shower. She lies down on the bed with a towel around her head and wrapped in a bathrobe. She stretches and stretches. Whoops with joy. Feels very comfortable. Floats as if on air. "Free at last!" she thinks, lies down on her side and finally falls asleep.

Laughter wakes them up. By now it's evening and the guests have arrived. Joy goes to the window. A barbecue is in operation. Lanterns are lit. Torches are lit. Lots of people. The women are dressed revealingly. Joy thinks it's part of the local social scene and thinks nothing of it. She puts on an airy summer dress. Styles her hair into a plait. Slips on her sandals and walks downstairs.

"Here you are at last," the landlord greets them. "We've missed you," he smiles. "Go and help yourself to some of our delicacies. I recommend the grilled eggplant with fig honey." He directs her to the grill.

Joy smiles approvingly. She goes to the counter, takes a plate and cutlery, fills up on bread and fruit. She goes to the grill and gets a steak and the recommended eggplant. She finds a seat under a tree and starts to eat. She has not noticed the signs that the young man from the barbecue and the landlord have given each other. The young man has looked Joy up and down and nodded to the landlord. Joy literally devours the food. It tastes wonderful. She hasn't eaten since she left. Another man brings her a glass of red wine. Little by little, she strikes up a conversation with the guests. She gets on with the women straight away. They arrange to go shopping. Joy is relieved. She can get to know the city without stress. Her glass is never empty. She is properly looked after and pampered. The atmosphere becomes more relaxed. She laughs and enjoys the company. Music plays. Couples form up to dance. Joy also dances freely and exuberantly. The women also show her flamenco interludes with castanets. Joy has to laugh. Not that easy. Over time, the dancing couples become more and more intimate. They touch each other. Swaying to the rhythm. Kiss each other. The young man from the barbecue has Joy in his arms and wants to pull her closer to him, but Joy, unsettled, tears herself away and flees to her room. She watches from the window. Looks at him. He looks great. Moves, hips swaying, to the music. Sexy. His body is a dream. Medium-length dark hair. Slightly wavy. Suddenly he takes off his shirt. And Joy breathes heavily. His every muscle stands out. His skin glistens in the torchlight. The woman dancing with him caresses his body. And he is obviously enjoying it. He throws his head back as she grips his bottom and presses it against her pelvis. Joy doesn't even know what has come over her. A dream man and she runs away like a child. Now she wishes she was in their place. She leans into the curtain and caresses it. Suddenly he looks up at her. Their eyes meet. Joy's heart stops for a moment. She feels caught out. Then she lies down on her bed, takes her pillow in her arms and relaxes. Thinks of him. Smiles. After a while, she undresses and goes to sleep. She wakes up in the night. Is thirsty. She sneaks into the kitchen in her bathrobe. Takes something from the fridge.

Suddenly she hears noises. Curious, she goes to the door and looks around. A dim light is burning in the garden shed. Joy sneaks in. Through a gap, she can see a woman lying tied up on a bed and being pampered by men, including with sex toys. The woman gasps and begs. Joy's heart is pounding wildly. She wants to leave, but somehow she can't. Her body trembles. The noises and voices make her shiver. Suddenly, eyes look at Joy. Shocked, she recognizes the dancer. He grins at her. Joy flees to her room. She didn't notice the landlord standing at the corner of the house watching her. In her room, she sneaks to the window. Hides behind the curtains. The door to the garden shed opens. A lighter flares up and the dancer looks up at her, straight into her eyes. Joy feels a shiver run through her body. Confused, she closes the almost transparent curtains. Lies down in her bed. Thinks about what she has seen. She cuddles the pillow and falls asleep.

The next morning, she goes to breakfast in the kitchen. She doesn't think about last night. It's none of her business, she decides. She sits down on the couch and leafs through the excursion brochures. The women from the previous evening, with whom she had got on brilliantly straight away, join her. Kosima and Hannah. One of them has marks on her wrists. Hannah. Joy suspects what it is, but she quickly turns her attention to the shopping trip and what she would like to see. The women set off in the landlord's convertible. Joy doesn't ask. She thinks it's incredibly nice of him. She talks to the women as if they've known each other forever.

The three of them stroll along the streets, showing and explaining the sights to Joy. They take her out to eat traditional dishes. Laughing, they enjoy every moment. The women head for a lingerie store. Joy is amazed by the revealing window displays, but she goes inside. She thinks nothing of it when Kosima and Hannah model the hottest and most unusual clothes in front of her. Their perfect bodies are beautiful. Lightly tanned skin and a silky sheen. Even the fact that she is asked to adjust their bras and panties doesn't unsettle her. Not even when her hand is guided. Joy has to admit that she likes touching the two women. Then Joy is asked to put on a red vinyl bodysuit. The breasts are cut out and there is an opening in the crotch. Joy shakes her head. She has to laugh. But at the women's insistence, she agrees. She stands changed in front of the mirror. It fits like a glove. Everything stands out. Pulls her shapely breasts together to form a breathtaking cleavage. Joy strokes them. "Very nice actually," she thinks to herself. She's never worn anything like this before. She is asked to show herself. But Joy doesn't dare. She wants to change again. Kosima comes into the changing room. Stands behind Joy. Holds her arms tight. Hannah kneels in front of Joy. Caresses and pampers her with her tongue. Joy flinches and is shocked. But the feeling is so engaging and strong. She actually wants to pull away. But she surrenders to the feelings. Sighing, she leans her head against Kosima's shoulder.

"Close your eyes," Kosima commands tenderly. Enjoy it." She kisses the moaning and panting Joy while Hannah pleasures her.

Joy claws her hands into Kosima's thighs. She has come. Hannah stands up. Caresses Joy's body. Kisses her gently. Then she goes shopping for sex toys. Joy is confused. She had never had sex with women like this before.

Kosima caresses Joy all over her body. "You have a beautiful figure," she whispers.

Joy wants to take off the bodysuit.

"Leave it on," says Kosima. "It looks so good on you." Then she helps Joy get dressed. Kisses and caresses her again and again. Her lust for Joy is obvious. And Joy feels desired. She once had adolescent experiences with girlfriends as a teenager, but it was never as intense as it is now.

"Come on," says Hannah, "we're going to my place." She takes Joy by the hand and pulls her along.

The three of them drive to a small finca. It's also on the coast and has a pool with a view of the sea. Hannah and Kosima undress. They stand naked in front of Joy. Joy doesn't really know. She is torn. They are obviously experienced women. What can she offer? She is unsure. Hannah asks her to strip down to her body. Joy casts all her fears aside. She wants to know what happens. Hannah pulls her towards her. Pushes her to the floor. Kosima greedily takes Joy's upper body. Hannah takes her thighs. The women play with her.

"Relax," breathes Kosima. "We'll show you love."

Joy is overwhelmed by intense feelings. She almost longs to be touched. And the women notice this. They gently and tenderly pamper Joy's body with all their knowledge and the utensils they have brought with them. Joy experiences one ecstasy after another. She lets go. Joy tries to reciprocate. Lets herself be guided and led by the two of them. She gets involved. Gives back what she experiences herself. Passionately. She trusts the women completely. Completely exhausted, the three of them lie by the pool. All overwhelmed by orgasms. After a breather, they swim a few more laps. Then they get dressed and drive back to the finca. Joy changes in her room there. Hangs the bodysuit on a hanger to dry. Grins and strokes it. She reviews everything in her mind. Pictures. Scenes. And her emotional explosions. She wouldn't have expected that herself. But she has set herself the goal of making her life more open and free, and that includes the unexpected. And somehow, strangely, she feels drawn to women. Connected.

She goes into the kitchen for dinner and leafs through the brochures. The landlord joins her. Stands behind the counter and prepares cocktails. Keeps looking over at her.

Joy goes to him. "Can you help me?" she asks. "I want to book a trip to the cloud forest on La Gomera, but my internet isn't working. I can't get through," she says desperately.

"Yes, that happens a lot here," he explains. "It's due to the changing weather. But it's no problem. I've got the ferry departure times here and other guests want to go there tomorrow. I'll be happy to sign you up."

"Yes, thank you," smiles Joy. "Then I can go to the animal shelter nearby the day after tomorrow as planned."

He looks at her. "I can help with that too," he offers. I support the asylum with donations of money and goods. I know the operator personally." Joy beams. "I'd like to offer you my best friend," she says and holds out her hand to him. "Joy, just Joy," she says with a smile. Her eyes light up. "Dimitri," he replies and holds her hand for a moment. Looks into her eyes. She lets go. He gives her the flyers with the departure times. Joy is overjoyed.

Everything runs smoothly and according to plan. After dinner, she retires. Organizes her clothes for La Gomera. Weatherproof. Puts the most necessary money in her wallet.

The evening is still young. Hannah and Kosima take her to the garden house, which is also a sauna. She now realizes that it's not just a sauna. Joy has acquired a taste for sensual touches and orgasms. Afterwards, she puts on a bikini and jumps into the pool. Swims a few laps. The women join her. Kosima holds Joy tight. Presses her against her. Fumbles with her bikini top.

"What do you want with it?" whispers Kosima and takes it off her. Throws it in the yard. Hannah dives in and takes Joy's bikini briefs off and throws them in the yard too. The women fool around and frolic in the water. They touch each other. Kissing and caressing each other. Dusk falls.

Suddenly the courtyard fills with men. Joy presses herself against Kosima. Hoping not to be seen. But a young man picks up the bikini top and waves it around. All the men roar. Joy turns red.

Another man takes it from him, picks up the panties and gives both to Joy. "Yours?" he asks with a smile.

Joy's heart is pounding hard. Her dancer. She takes the pieces and gets dressed underwater. Then she goes into the house. "Too bad," she hears him say. Joy goes to her room. She dries off and puts on a skintight top and skinny jeans. Looks out of the window again. Looks for him. He's standing at the barbecue. Joy runs down the stairs in flip-flops. Stops briefly at the door and takes a deep breath. Walks slowly and calmly to the grill. Has something put on her plate. She only has eyes for him.

"You looked wonderful," he whispers to her.

Joy smiles. Turns red. She sits down under the tree again. Searches his face again and again. Doesn't even notice the whispering of the others. Music plays. Before someone else asks Joy to go, he goes to her. The landlord takes over the barbecue. The two of them dance slowly and look into each other's eyes. It is beautiful. Joy is literally floating. But when he presses her against him, she panics. She pulls away with the headache excuse. She watches him from the window for a while longer. Then she goes to bed. Sighing, she thinks about him. Something is blocking her. But she doesn't know what. She would like to get closer to him. Very much. Feelings bubble up inside her. But some fear holds her captive. Desperate, she falls asleep after a while.

She wakes up in the night and the garden house is illuminated again. Several shadows are moving. She wants to fight her first impulse, but she can't. She has to see if he is there. Joy sneaks over there. Peeks through the gap. Yes, there he is. Pampering Hannah with a vibrator. Kosima is lying next to Hannah. She is also being pampered. Several men are using her. Joy quickly sneaks back. She thinks she has reached her room unseen. But the landlord is watching her again. In her room, she gives free rein to her feelings. She can't stand it any longer. Caresses herself to orgasm. She gets up early the next morning. Puts on some tight clothes. Jeans, jacket, sneakers. Takes a snack and sits down on the couch in the kitchen. Waits for the other excursion guests. After a while, the room fills up. Dimitri invites them all to the minibus. He drives them to the ferry to La Gomera. He wishes them a good day. He looks at Joy for a while and smiles. Joy smiles back politely. Then she follows the others. On the ferry, she stands at the railing and looks out to sea. An inner calm spreads through her. She enjoys the sun on her face. She thinks about her past. The eternal stress and arguments. Hardly any moments that were really good for her. Her love of animals has helped her through many lows. She stood up for animals wherever she could. It wasn't always in accordance with the law, but nobody led her on. But no one was harmed either. She is now freeing herself from the old world and starting a completely new life. And she wants to enjoy it. Without regrets. Hannah and Kosima, she has to smile, have already given her some perspective. They are good for her. She feels very comfortable with them. No fear of contact. Joy smiles. Thinks about what has happened. Brushes her thumb over her lip. She never thought she would love women. She doesn't notice that she is being watched the whole time. Once on La Gomera, she follows the others.

A guide takes over the group. He takes them to a coach where other guests are already waiting. Joy sits down in a window seat. She takes photos and films. Everything is so beautiful. She can't get enough of it. The deep blue of the water, the black beach, the mountains and valleys. And so much more. The guide uses the microphone to explain what they are seeing and the regulations that must be observed in the national park. Joy doesn't regret her escape from home for a moment. She has fallen in love with this beautiful nature. Amazed and captivated by the jungle, which is damp and slippery, she pays no attention to where she steps. She slips. A hand is held out to her. And as she pulls herself up, the hand pulls her close. She almost collides with him. Him. Her dancer stands in front of her. She opens her eyes. They look at each other. They pause for a moment.

"Is everything all right?" the guide asks caringly.

"Everything's fine," Joy replies, without taking her eyes off the dancer. Then she clears her throat. Lets go of him. Knocks the dirt off her bottom and follows the group.

He walks behind her at a distance. She feels his gaze on the back of her neck. She is overcome by anxiety. She can hardly concentrate on the tour. During a break, he sits opposite her. Smiles at her and winks. Joy's heart beats wildly. When the excursion is over, the guide takes the group to the bus. Before Joy gets on, her dancer takes her to one side.

"Shall I show you the island?" he asks. "I grew up here." He holds out his hand to her.

Joy nods and takes it. He pulls her to a motorcycle. Puts a helmet on her and himself. They get on. Joy holds onto his hip fleetingly. He takes her hands and pulls her close so that she has to lean against his back. Joy is blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Just the sky above them as they drive up the mountain. They stop at a viewing platform. He sits down with her on the edge. Explains what she sees. A valley covered in clouds. Mountainous jungle and the sea far beyond.

"Beautiful," she breathes. But her eyes are fixed on him.

He takes her chin, pulls her towards him and kisses her. Very gently. He lies down on the floor with her. They kiss tenderly. His tongue play intensifies.

"Do you want to?" he asks, panting softly.

"Yes," she nods in agreement.

He takes her to a mountain hut. Small, but equipped for survival. "This hut is for hikers and farmers who are caught out by the weather," he explains. He lights the fireplace at the end of the room.

"Don't we have to tell them where we are?" asks Joy.