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Compendium IIIEverything unfolded during our return visit to our homeland. After sharing so much with Marisol's family and mine, I proposed to my wife that we take a vacation within the country.
Perhaps it may seem strange for a young married couple living abroad to decide to spend part of their vacations in their native land. But unlike when we left, we had more money and since we were living in our mother-in-law's current house (which was our first marital home for a brief period), we were retaking the aspirations we had as singles.
It was thus that we decided to take a plane to the north (since the south and center were burning with forest fires), to a warmer resort, which seemed unattainable during our courtship. We simply decided to stay at an elegant resort for a whim.
I should also add that, as a game, we pretended to be foreign visitors who didn't speak Spanish, just to verify whether the treatment was the same for nationals and immigrants alike.
Although I raised certain suspicions due to my name, I argued convincingly that I was living in Australia as the son of a political exile and that it was my first time visiting the resort (which was true). My position was solidified by my wife's appearance and British English, her brown hair, green eyes, fair skin, and generous curves at chest and thigh level, as well as the incessant whispering of my twins in English.
But what ultimately sealed the deal was the weight of my credit card, which enveloped us in a sea of friendly smiles and courteous attentions.
We stayed in a 5-star room, simply out of curiosity, which turned out to be quite spacious, with 2 living areas, a balcony overlooking the sea, 2 bedrooms, and a fully equipped bathroom. The bellhop even left us a bouquet with brochures from the main attractions. attractions of the city and the services provided by the hotel, among which stood out a buffet with free table service, temperate pools, gym, natural massages, sauna, and even a tennis court, to which we had full access. During the first 2 days, we dedicated ourselves to walking around the city, getting to know the main spas, market, and some attractions. And it was on the second afternoon when, upon arriving at the hotel, we met her... We were leaving the elevator and walking towards our room when we noticed a woman struggling with her purse, looking for her access card. When we passed by her side, the woman flashed a complicated smile towards us, a look that my wife took advantage of to see her face. What caught my attention most was that her clothes weren't exactly in line with the elegance of the hotel: white leggings-type pants that highlighted a firm and attractive backside and a blouse with straps, more suitable for doing aerobics, but that showed a great cleavage. I thought maybe she was one of the physical trainers at the gym and didn't give it much importance. But while I opened the door, Marisol reacted surprisingly. It can't be, my love! It's Karina! exclaimed my wife, very enthusiastic. Faster than I could react, my wife turned back to the pair of rooms that separated us to talk to the still complicated woman. Hi... Excuse me... By chance, you're Karina, right? asked my nightingale with great timidity. The woman stopped her search, took off her sunglasses, and contemplated my wife. That's it! she nodded, giving a very pleased smile. Look, my love! It's Karina! It's Karina! repeated my wife constantly, causing laughter in the woman. I'm a great admirer! When I was little, I used to see you dance all the time! Does it bother you if I ask for an autograph? Please, please, please! requested my wife, with the enthusiasm of a... jovencita.
Al appreciating Karina (false name) more closely, I noticed she was a woman with a beautiful and attractive physical appearance, although for some reason her gaze was wilder and charged with sensuality, which once again surprised me with the elegance of the hotel.
She must have measured about 1.65m (I thought even shorter than Hannah), between 28 and 32 years old, with black hair that was smooth and quite long, reaching her waist, green eyes, thin lips, and bronzed skin. Her breasts were generous but seemed artificial, although they matched her more athletic forms.
Still, she pleased my wife's whim, took some photos together, and once she saw her satisfied, she fixed on me...
Doesn't he want to take a photo with him? asked my wife.
Marisol was amazed...
No, thank you! I replied politely, slightly altering her gaze. Who is she?
My wife was surprised.
Don't you know who she is, my love? It's Karina, the one who danced on (TV program name)! The one who was Zutanito's girlfriend! Don't you remember?
The two of them looked at me inquisitorially...
I'm sorry! I responded, studying Karina's face and trying to remember...
Of course, it seemed like a great offense to her, which she manifested on her face.
But how can you not remember, my love? Remember! She was Zutanito's girlfriend!
Marisol didn't notice, but when she heard the name of her ex-partner, Karina slightly closed her eyes with annoyance...
I'm sorry, Marisol... but I don't see those programs. I tried to apologize to my wife.
Marisol looked at Karina with considerable affliction.
Ah, forgive him! she said in a supplicating tone. He's a good and respectful boy, but he doesn't remember... Forgive him, yes?
Karina tried to hide her embarrassment.
Yes, there are no problems, she said, looking at my wife. ... Besides, it was a 10-year-old program...
However, after leaving our neighbor to go back to hers, I could feel the Fury in her gaze fixed on me. By night, while we lay asleep beneath the sheets, I noticed a slight nervousness in my wife... 'Don't you mind that I saw those programs, right?' Marisol asked, with a delicious tone of timidity. 'Not at all!' I replied, kissing her forehead and breathing in the aroma of her hair. 'I had my own concerns back then...' During those years, I didn't follow Karina's program because they danced tropical music (something that has never interested me) and because I was studying core subjects for my career. For my young wife, it was a whole panorama, since there was nothing better on TV and she was in full adolescence. I know I could have used the internet to easily solve the problem, searching for her name. But I considered that if I hadn't been interested in knowing about her before meeting her in person, it would be too hypocritical of me to do so afterwards, and any conversation we might have would come across as forced, based on what I found online. Marisol, on the other hand, took advantage of the opportunity to teach me a bit about her and I made my best efforts to follow her explanations... I thought the topic would be settled then, but as you can see, the story continued... The next day, I proposed to my wife that she take advantage of the hotel spa, get a massage, give herself a manicure, and all those treatments that relax or beautify women. Meanwhile, I and my little ones would be playing in the kids' pool... And as you can suppose, Karina appeared again. When she saw me, she didn't make any comment, but I could feel her sharp gaze fixed on me. The kids' pool was separated from the adults' by a barrier that reached up to our waists, but allowed us to see the bathers in both pools with little difficulty. And although many men were gazing at her elegant figure, Karina and I kept looking each other in the eye... swimsuit red, lit up, which perfectly defined her succulent breasts and allowed me to glimpse her suggestive triangle and a rolling backside. I must admit that she is an excellent swimmer (she completed 4 full laps around the Olympic pool without stopping), but with her gaze completely focused on me. She even reminded me of Pamela, Marisol's cousin, when she got angry like Spanish Amazon, since the scorn of not recognizing her seemed unbearable to her. And while I continued studying her face, trying to remember if I had seen her somewhere, she stopped right in front of me, leaned against the pool edge, and stood defiantly, dripping water on her striking and captivating forms, with an expression that conveyed This body will never be yours... To which I whispered inaudibly, Sorry! I don't remember!, increasing her anger, making a snub at me, and ignoring me completely to go back to drying off. It was almost noon and I decided to take the little ones to find their mother so we could have lunch. As expected, Marisol insisted on refreshing my memory about who Karina was until chance intervened again and we coincided in the elevator. Marisol, the little ones, and I entered the elevator interior while Karina, silent, stayed by the floor indicator. The elevator was one of those small habitable cabins capable of holding around 8 people, with reflective mirrored walls. But, my love... How can you not remember? Marisol whispered low but loud enough for Karina to hear. She always appeared in the newspapers and on TV! She was Zutanito's girlfriend! Do you really not remember? Again, mentioning who she might have been a great love and probably a well-looking man brought discomfort to that coquettish face and I could perceive that the situation was unbearable for Karina... So in an impulsive outburst that left Marisol speechless, I slid my rubbing part of the diva's arm and pressed the elevator brake. 'Look, I know I've offended you and my wife truly admires you!' I said energetically, forcing Karina to look at me. 'At least, let me invite you to lunch with us, to fix my mistake!' My attention was completely unexpected and aided by my wife's anxious gaze, she had no other option but to accept. And already more tranquil, I summarized the elevator ride...Next post
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