Barcelona was hot. A humid and sticky heat that made your clothes feel like they were glued to your body.

My wife, Anne, and I were there on our honeymoon and languishing in the heat. We decided to ride the cable car over the harbor. We thought that the height and the breeze would make it cooler than the rest of the city. We were wrong. The long staircase that led up to the ride was packed with tourists, all thinking the same thing we were. It was, if anything, even hotter than outside, and filled with a crushing press of bodies.

There wasn't really anything to do during the interminable wait other than strike up a conversation with the people around us. The people behind us were in a big group, so they stuck to themselves. In front of us was German woman, travelling by herself. She was older, around the middle of her fifties, with short hair that was just starting to show streaks of grey. She wasn't a big woman, but she was taller than Anne.

After quite a long conversation she revealed that she'd just gotten divorced. She had come to realize that she was gay and it didn't seem right to stay with her husband any longer. She was taking a trip around Europe to discover who she was. She confessed that she hadn't actually been with a woman at all yet. She was excited at the idea but terrified as well. We talked a little bit about how we had decided to be as open about our sexuality as possible on our trip and were trying not to say no to any opportunity that came up.

We didn't have time to go into detail, because at that moment they loaded us into the gondola. It was a tight squeeze. They packed as many tourists into the little cable car as it could take. Twenty bodies in a very confined space. It was hot, cramped and uncomfortable. Anne was pressed against the window and our new friend was sort of wedged against me.

I noticed a little fluttering near Anne's waist and looked down. Our new friend had accidentally brushed her hand against Anne's ass and pulled away quickly. Anne firmly grabbed her hand and placed it against her ass again. She winked to reflections in the window. The woman was startled, but smiled. She left her hand there. Anne was wearing a cute little sundress. I knew, because she'd teased me about it this morning, that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

The cable car lurched into motion, thumping its way out of the little station and over the harbor. The jostling was intense. Far more so than I'd expected. If we hadn't been packed so tightly I would have fallen.

I felt motion against my leg and looked down. Anne had hiked one side of her dress. Her new friend was holding her bare ass. The view one side was blocked by the older woman and by me on the other. No one else could see what was happening. The German woman was smiling widely.

The view was spectacular but I was more fixated on Anne's ass. The swinging of the car pushed our new friend closer to Ann and their bodies were pressed tight together. The trip was slow, leisurely, and very hot. Everyone was covered in a sheen of sweat. Anne and our new friend both seemed tense, but happy.

We reached the midway tower. The gondola slammed into it, extremely hard. The little rubber bumpers on the tower told me that this was an expected occurrence, but it was still shocking. Everyone cried out a bit and we all shook violently. Anne's friend used the opportunity to pull Anne closer. One arm wrapped around Anne's waist, pulling their bodies tightly together. The hand that had been on her ass slipped around to her front, sliding between her legs. I pressed closer so that no one else could catch a glimpse. Anne pressed up against the wall of the cable car, staring resolutely out the window. I could just see our new friends hand moving restlessly as she slid her fingers between Anne legs. Anne sighed softly. The man standing next to her glanced over. He saw what was happening with the two women beside him. He kept his head looking straight out the window, but he watched them out of the corner of his eye. He was smiling broadly.

Anne's new friends fingers moved slowly. Caressing her, feeling how wet she was, parting her lips ever so gently. She found Ann's clit and started to rub it. Slowly at first and then in fast little circles. Anne tried to hold herself rigid, staring at the window. Her legs were shaking slightly and only the German womans strong arm around her waist kept her standing.

Suddenly Anne reach down and grab my hand. She gripped it hard, squeezing it tightly as she struggled to suppress her orgasm. She came against her new friend's fingers, hard. But she kept silent, crushing my hand painfully as pleasure surged through her body. She shuddered. Once. Twice. Three times. Then relaxed. The man standing next to her broke out into a wide grin.

The cable car finished it's journey. The crowd poured out. Anne took a moment to recover, leaning against the window, her legs shaky. We looked around as we left the gondola, but Anne's new friend had already disappeared into the crowd.

The Chronology of Anne