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Chapter 04.
Silvio and Dalina.
Renzo hugged Silvana, kissed her on the mouth and took advantage to squeeze her buttocks with clumsy and anxious fingers.
—You're very beautiful, love —he said while kissing the corner of her lips. Silvana was wearing a embroidered blouse with a sailor collar and a simple yet elegant black pantaloon, and had also put on heels, although not very high, so that Renzo wouldn't seem like a dwarf. He already had enough complexes being slightly shorter than his girlfriend—. Is it because of something in particular?
—Yes, it's dinner with Dalina and Silvio today... and it seems you didn't even remember.
Is it today? -- Renzo stepped back a pace, frightened. He knew how his girlfriend would get when he didn't keep these previous appointments, especially when she was reminded several times.-- I thought it was tomorrow.
It's today, and you're dressed like a croto, look at what that shirt is. It's all stained and holed.
—Sorry, is that... I put on whatever I found first.
At least you could have put something clean on. You've got an automatic washing machine, Renzo. You don't have an excuse.
—Ah... it's that... I ran out of powder soap and forgot to buy some.
Silvana blew upwards to get the hair out of her face and put her eyes in white. She could have started an argument; but she didn't want to do it, besides she had already mentally prepared herself for this situation. She knew Renzo very well, knew that this could happen.
—Luckily —he said—, I have your clothes saved for these occasions, because I know you're a clingy one. Go, take a quick shower and put on a clean shirt. There's a black gabardine pant that looks great on you.
—Do I have to take a bath? —Asked Renzo while sniffing his own armpits.
—Yes, buddy... go take a bath. Already. And don't waste any more time. And next time don't forget to buy powder soap.
Twenty minutes later they were already leaving the department. Silvana was calm because arriving at the destination required only a few steps. Dalina and Silvio live in the same flat as she does, their door is located just opposite Malik's.
She received the same Dalina, with a wide smile. A woman with long black and lacy hair, angular and sensual eyebrows, prominent lips, round and firm breasts of good size that were peeking out of her blouse in a subtle way today. She also had on a white pantsuit extremely tight and black boots to stylize her figure. When she turned around to let them in, both Silvana and Renzo (especially Renzo) could notice the effect that pantaloon was having on Dalina's buttocks. Renzo remained agape at seeing that monumental ass, his reaction was so obvious and ostentatious that Silvana had to give him a quick elbow nudge in the ribs.
Silvio approached to shake Renzo's hand and then gave a cordial kiss on Silvana's cheek. He was a very neat man, tall, with good physical bearing. He had his hair neatly cut and always wore it perfectly shaved. Silvana couldn't remember if she had ever seen him with a few days' worth of beard. Silvio was an educated, intelligent man, with good manners... Silvana couldn't help but feel a little envious of Dalina. Her neighbor had a boyfriend she could be proud to present, unlike the loser she was dragging around by the arm. And yes, Renzo was a cute boy, many women smiled at him as he passed by. However... he was too careless with his appearance and life in general.
What Silvana of Renzo liked most about him when she met him is that he reminded her a bit of Kurt Cobain, although with brown hair. That rebellious aspect pleased her at the time, it was exciting to go out with a boy who seemed to be something... dangerous. But over time she discovered that Renzo is less dangerous than a suckling puppy and has no charisma (nor talent) like Kurt Cobain, only his sloppy way of dressing.
The dinner was supposed to be simple, they didn't want it to be too formal. Dalina aimed to form a good friendship between the two couples, so they could get together whenever they wanted. That's why she thought it would be best to share some good pizzas with cold beers. She insisted that Silvana and Renzo shouldn't bring anything, that it would be better if they invited them to dinner something similar another day.
Silvana was very enthusiastic about the idea of making new friends. She talked to Dalina several times in the elevator, hallway, or reception of the building until one day they decided to take a coffee together and it was Dalina herself who proposed these couple dates, so that they could get to know each other better.
Before serving the first beers, Dalina said:
We have something to announce to you.
—Are they getting married? —Asked Renzo.
No, idiot -- his girlfriend replied --, they are already married.
It's true, continued Dalina, we've been married for three years now. And since that day we've been searching for a goal: having a child... or a daughter, it doesn't matter. But the doctors told us not to get our hopes up. I won't go into many details, so as not to bore you. Let's just say our chances of having a child weren't very high... until now, because I'm already four weeks pregnant.
—Oh, how nice!! —Silvana applauded—. Congratulations.
—We're very happy —said Silvio, even he, despite almost always showing himself serious, had an ear-to-ear smile—. And they'll understand why Dalina is going to drink beer without alcohol.
—Of course —Silvana nodded—. She has to take care of herself.
Served the beers and pizzas and they started to enjoy a very merry evening. There were typical anecdotes of a couple, where each one told their version of how we met, they also talked about the time they had been living in the building. Dalina works at an real estate agency and it was she herself who showed Silvana the apartment just before she moved.
—Despite the rent being a bit high, I wouldn't be living here if it weren't for Dalina. She convinced me to stay and I'm glad I did. The building is very nice and generally very quiet... or at least it was.
—Do you say that about our new neighbor? —Asked Silvio, his glasses darkened his gaze.
—Yes. Do you also hear the noises?
—More or less —Silvio drank a good amount from his beer glass—. I imagine that part must bother you more. We, on the other hand, have to deal with the door, which is right in front of ours.
—What problems does that bring? —Asked Renzo, at the same time as he gobbled another portion of pizza.
Uh... let's say some uncomfortable situations present themselves —Dalina said. Renzo's eyes stopped for a few seconds on her prominent cleavage—. Not long ago, when leaving home, we ran into our neighbor's open door... and there was a naked woman walking by in the most carefree way.
And that's not all -- assured Silvio --. Sometimes we have to put up with someone coming to make demands and be pounding on the door for a good while until he deigns to open it to her.
Silvana took a good swig of beer and dodged Silvio's inquisitive gaze. She knew he was referring to the Paulina episode and how her mother had spent a good while pounding on Malik's door. Poor Norma, she must have been desperate when calling at the door and not receiving an immediate response. She probably feared being surprised by some neighbor at that hour... and likely didn't even have a good excuse in mind if it happened.
Maybe the worst of everything was what happened a few days ago, when... I don't think it's appropriate to say.
Don't be silly, Silvio — said Dalina —. Renzo and Silvana are already adults, I think we can talk about these topics without so many prejudices.
—Yes, yes it can be —said Renzo, with evident curiosity—. What happened then?
I'll tell you exactly how we saw it —Dalina assured—. We heard noises in the hallway. It seemed like a discussion between two women —Suddenly Silvana tensed up—. We didn't quite understand why they were fighting, but when we peeked through the peephole on the door, we saw there wasn't much clothing around. Even one of them was completely naked... and she was touching the other while kissing her.
Is it tapping? Tapping how? Asked Renzo, with a dry throat. He had to fill his glass again with beer.
She was touching me in a lesbian way - replied Dalina, naturally -. There's no doubt about it.
But... um... --Silvana's face turned all colors.-- Did you guys see the faces of these women?
I always saw the naked woman with her back to me, I know she was blonde. The one whose face I saw is the other...
Ahh... god...
Silvana's brain began to work on a possible explanation. How would she make sense of what that woman had done to her in the hallway?
Did you know her? Asked Renzo.
—No, for nothing. She was a beautiful girl, but I had never seen her in the building —Silvana breathed, this relaxed her a bit; although she suspected that Dalina was lying to protect her—. The craziest thing about it all is that the blonde one knelt down and right there, in the hallway, as if it were her home, started sucking on the other one...
—Ah good... what madness —said Silvana, who regained her composure more quickly. That wasn't what had happened when she had an incident in the hallway, which led her to suspect that Dalina had simply seen a similar scene involving two other women.
It's a shame that we have to tolerate things like this.
Yes, of course, assured Silvana. I already filed a complaint with the building's doorman.
—Ah yes... I hope that useless one does something —said Dalina—. It seems he takes very seriously certain complaints...
I already told you that with that matter he is right -- said Silvio.
What's the matter? — Wanted to know Renzo.
Dalina looked disoriented.
He complained about how I'm dressed, says it's too... revealing.
—It wasn't that way —said Silvio—. Osvaldo didn't complain about your dressing style, he only told you that other tenants complained about it. —Silvana pressed her lips, she had also received the same kind of complaints and began to wonder which neighbors were protesting so insistently about it—. Besides, you know what I think, before you dressed more modestly. I don't know why now you're walking around with such a low-cut top... or those pants that are so tight.
—Ah, I knew you were in a bad mood about something —said Dalina.
—You know what I think —Silvio insisted. Silvana and Renzo kept silent in front of the uncomfortable situation—. But I don't want to discuss this on our first dinner with our neighbors coming over.
Dalina stood up slapping the table with her palms to express her discontent.
—Okay, I got the message —he said, and he left swaying his hips, Renzo followed the whole movement with his gaze until he received another discreet elbow nudge from his girlfriend.
Silvana hurried to change the topic and asked Silvio if he exercised and with what frequency. He told her that sometimes he went to the gym. Renzo got bored with this topic, so a few seconds later he said:
Uh... this... can I go to the bathroom?
Silvio pointed out the way. The evening was already coming to an end because the situation had become too tense for everyone. They didn't stay much longer.
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A few minutes later, already at home, lying in bed and wearing underwear, Silvana asked Renzo how he had been.
It was fine until they started arguing. What a jerk that Silvio is. I don't know why he's so bothered that Dalina wears a halter.
—Oh, well did you like Dalina's cleavage?
—Hey, I didn't say that.
Don't lie, Renzo. Do you think I didn't notice how your eyes were staring at her breasts... and ass.
—Uh... this... no, I mean... what happens is that... I was trying not to look, but... it was impossible not to do so.
Silvana knew her boyfriend was right about that. Even she had looked several times and feared the inquisitive surveillance of Silvio. For nothing in the world did she want him to catch her staring fixedly at his wife's ass.
Silvana pitied Renzo, thought that arguing about this would be foolishness, and as she was in bed it came to her mind the moment she spent with Paulina. Despite not knowing much about that girl, they lived together a supremely erotic and intense moment. Paulina even confessed that she had practiced fisting with her best friend. Silvana had never had such a direct conversation with someone about sex and wondered if she could ever have an open and direct relationship like that someday... with her boyfriend for example.
When you went to the bathroom I saw that you returned pale, then Dalina came back with much more discreet clothing. Did something happen?
—Ah... this... is that... I didn't mean to see Dalina changing; but I swear it wasn't my fault. I didn't know which was the bathroom door...
If I wanted Renzo to speak with total frankness, he couldn't just have scenes of jealousy because he thought another woman's ass was pretty. “What problem is there if someone else's butt turns him on? That doesn't mean he doesn't want me... or that he'll cheat on me with someone else”.
Making a great effort so that his possessive instinct wouldn't activate, she told her boyfriend:
Relax, Renzo. I'm not going to get angry because you saw another woman's butt... especially if it was an accident. And tell me... what did you see? How is Dalina's butt doing? —He said with a friendly and curious smile.
Reno stayed staring at her with his mouth agape, the first thing he thought was that it could be a trap.
I barely saw nothing.
Don't lie to me. I know you saw something... and I know what you saw pleased you. And do you know what? It doesn't bother me that it pleased you. —Renzo looked at her with incredulity—. I'm serious. Dalina is a very beautiful woman, even I recognize she has excellent breasts and an spectacular ass. If you tell me what you saw didn't please you, I'll think you're gay... or a liar. And I know very well you're not gay. I understand perfectly that you like Dalina's ass, and you can tell me about it without fear. Did you see how much her breasts were showing through the neckline? I even got to see one nipple when she leaned forward to fill my beer glass... and then she served another glass to you, so you must have seen the same thing as me. I'd say Dalina's nipples are very... ticklish.
Renzos pupils dilated. He secretly fantasized many times about the idea of talking to his girlfriend about those women who attracted him. More than once he thought 'Why are women so insecure when someone speaks well of another woman?' 'Why can't I tell my girlfriend if another woman seems pretty to me? That doesn't mean I'm going to cheat on her'. This seemed like a dream come true, too good a dream, that's why it generated distrust.
—Are you telling me that you like women? —Asked Renzo, and immediately regretted it.
He feared for his life, thought that Silvana would be so offended that he would end up sleeping on the sofa... but it wasn't like that. His girlfriend showed him a complicit smile and said:
I don't like women... in that sense. But I do understand the erotic impact another woman can have, and that's admirable to me. Dalina is admirable. And I won't get angry with you if you think the same... or are you going to get jealous of Dalina if I tell you her breasts seem lovely to me?
No, no... of course not... but it's different, you don't like women. And I do.
I know. And the key is in trust, Renzo. I trust you, I know you're a good kid and you'll never deceive me. You can trust me, I'd never deceive you either. Knowing that, we can talk about anything — she said with a very sensual tone as she introduced her hand into her boyfriend's boxer briefs. She grabbed his flaccid cock, pulled it out, and started to masturbate it slowly.
What is it about? He asked, after swallowing his saliva. Small drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.
YES, you're my boyfriend. You're the person I trust most in the world, and I want to believe that you trust me too. So... who else could you talk with complete sincerity about anything?
Well, you're right about that. It's just that... if I tell you what happened, I might end up saying something that will bother you.
What could bother me? - Silvana continued with the process of masturbation and Renzo's penis had already become quite hard.
Mmm... for example if I tell you that I saw her in underwear... and that I liked that.
Hey... you didn't do it on purpose, so neither did you spy on her against her will. The situation unfolded like that and well... you took the chance to look at her ass a little bit. I think it's fine that you did it. I would have reacted the same way in your place. —Silvana noticed that her heart was racing in a very similar way to the night Paulina was in her bed—. Look, so that you understand that I won't get upset about anything you say if you give me good details, I'll suck your cock. Deal?
Would you really do that?
Yes, but only if the details are worth it... and if I think you're being sincere.
Uh... well, this... saw that I was wearing a thong.
What color?
—Blanca...
And was she small?
Yes.
—Come on, Renzo, get into it... I'm not going to ask you about every little detail. If you want me to suck it, tell me what you saw.
It's fine... it's fine, don't get angry. Eh... when I opened the door thinking it was the bathroom, I found Dalina in bed... she was on all fours.
Isn't it four? And what was he doing like that?
I think I was looking for something near the floor, on the other side of the bed... it was a coincidence that I caught her just at that moment... imagine how I got when I found that tremendous butt in thong.
Ugh... it must have been something worth seeing. What envy, I missed it.
Renzo smiled and showed himself more relieved.
For the icing on the cake, the thong was so small that it was getting stuck between the lips of her pussy.
—To hell with it... So you saw the whole thing too?
Not all, because the middle part was covered by fabric, but almost all...
And how's she doing it?
Very pretty... is... chubby, although not as much as yours.
Hey... Are you saying I'm a slapper?
Uh... this...
—Oh, Renzo, don't get so upset, I said it in jest. I know I have... a chubby one, as you say. It's something that always bothered me a little, because when I wear very tight pants, it shows up a lot.
What's weird, I don't remember seeing that before, and that's because I saw you with tight pants.
No, no... I mean... seriously adjusted. VERY adjusted.
Did you have pants like that? He asked surprised.
Some... although I don't use them.
—Why not?
Because I thought it might bother you... but since you said it seems silly to Silvio that he forbids Dalina from using them, then... maybe I'll start using them... or would it bother you?
—No, of course not. Not even a little... especially knowing they're going to look super good on you. You've got a better ass than Dalina.
It's not necessary for you to lie to me like that, if you think Dalina's ass is prettier, then say it and be done with it. I'm not offended.
—Okay, yes... Dalina's butt is very nice to me... but yours is nicer. She has a really big booty. Yours is a bit smaller... and better shaped. It's... more firm.
It's because I exercise almost every day.
—Yes, it must be because of that. So... if you start wearing those very tight pants, they will look great on you —Renzo's cock was throbbing with emotion.
Look, I'm taking your word for it. If I use one of those pants, I don't want any complaints afterwards.
I promise you I won't make any complaint about you.
—It's fine... we'll see —Silvana thought it was fun to check out the tolerance limits of Renzo and if he would really get jealous knowing that other people would be looking at his butt on the street—. And did Dalina notice you were in the room with her?
—Yes, almost instantly... she turned around and... I saw her tits. She had nothing on top.
Oh no, poor thing, she must have felt so exposed.
—Em... I didn't think it bothered him much. He turned around and said Ah, hi Renzo, can I help you with something? And he stayed standing in front of me without even covering his tits... or anything.
—Oh, look at you... how rare. Very mature of him. And what about the breasts?
—Oh my god... amazing. Yeah... and forgive me for saying this, she has one of the best breasts I've ever seen in my life.
It doesn't bother me, I know you have nice breasts. I would have liked to see more than just a nipple. Why did they like them so much?
Because they're big and well-rounded... very firm... Have they gotten like that because of pregnancy?
I don't believe it. It's too soon. They must be that way naturally.
Ugh... I don't want to imagine what they'll be like when I'm pregnant. They're going to be spectacular titbags.
Hey! Renzo got tense. You're right, I hadn't thought of that. God... those tits are going to be so good when they get hard. So jealous, you saw everything... I didn't see anything.
If you don't like women, why do you have so many desires to see her naked?
I already told you, Dalina is really pretty. I understand the erotic impact she can have... and I'd like to see it, out of curiosity... and so we can gossip about that.
Renzo's heart took a turn.
Is that saying I can tell you if I see a girl who seems pretty to me?
Yes, of course —Silvana also got excited about the proposal—. Tell me without fear, and we can debate that. Not to know if you think she's prettier than me or not, because I'm your girlfriend and that's it. But... so we can be sincere with each other and learn to respect our tastes. —Silvana was never a girlfriend with an especially open mind, but this whole thing about being so sincere with another person was pleasing her too much, which led her to take a leap of faith—. Do you know what? I think it's nonsense to get angry because your partner finds someone else attractive. Well... we're still human beings, obviously if we see someone who likes us we can get excited. That doesn't mean we'll put on horns just because someone else excites us. What matters is that we learn to respect the fidelity we have with each other. And talking in a couple about another person being attractive to us, without fear or prejudice, is what I call 'full confidence'.
I like that way of thinking. I promise you that if I see something like what happened at Dalina's house, I'll tell you.
You're very good at that. And I... um... have work to do. You earned a great blow job.
Silvana lowered her head and started sucking. A little internal voice told her: You didn't promise him the same. And she felt bad about it because of that, but she didn't want to tell him what had happened with Paulina, it was a situation... too particular, difficult to explain. She could let it pass, after all, she didn't think something like this could happen to her again.
That night they had good sex, the best in months. Besides Malik seemed to take the night to rest, so they didn't have any interruptions and Silvana could sleep peacefully.
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The day didn't start in the best way for Silvana. She almost fell asleep, had to get out of bed quickly and change. She left Renzo sleeping, he looked so calm that she didn't want to disturb him.
He recalled the conversation from the previous night and decided it was a good time to take out one of his fitted pants. He chose a jeans one, common and ordinary, but that fit very well on his buttocks. He put on shoes with a little platform, to stylize the figure, and a white shirt that fell delicately over his breasts.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she found herself, as always, with the doorman. The guy was standing strategically in the path between the elevator door and the exit, so he could get a good look at Silvana as she passed by him. He knew he was checking her out, and annoyed, she said:
Doesn't he want to take a picture of her? I mean... it will last longer.
I'd be happy to take her picture with pleasure —Silvana tensed up, she didn't expect that response—, to show it to the people who complained about her way of dressing. So they'll believe that the problem isn't that I haven't communicated it to them, but that you're not paying attention.
—Look, Osvaldo, we're not in 1921. It seems absolutely ridiculous to me that in the year 2021 a woman should have to put up with complaints from her neighbors about wearing a tight pants.
—It's that... it's not just about 'a fitted pantalón' —Osvaldo approached Silvana and, without asking permission, ran his hand over one of her buttocks as if he were caressing it. She was on the verge of exploding with anger at this audacity when the guy said—. The problem is how everything gets marked, leaving little to the imagination.
What does she refer to? —She asked frightened.
—Exactly to this area here —the very son of a slut passed quickly his fingers over Silvana's vulva—. He marked everything, almost as if he had the pants painted on the skin.
Silvana didn't think it would show off so much. At least that wasn't the idea, she didn't want to go out on the street with pants that showed off her whole pussy.
—Ah… it's that... it's an old pair of pants... maybe I've gotten a bit too small, I haven't used it in a long time. Plus... —wanted to reclaim her pride—. It's my body, if I want to wear this pant or any other one I have, no one can stop me. Least of all you. Now, with your permission, I'll take off. I'm running late for work.
He stepped out of the building with firm and decided steps, with his head held high and his ass in pomp.
After the uncomfortable episode with Osvaldo (which she preferred to erase from her mind forever), her humor improved greatly. She didn't arrive late to work as expected and felt really comfortable in her super tight pants. Yes, there were glances from her coworkers, even her boss; but it didn't bother her. If Renzo wasn't bothered, then neither was she.
When returning home, Silvana preferred not to go out for a run. She was maintaining good shape and could occasionally treat herself to suspending physical activities... and indulging in sweets and desserts. It wasn't something she did very often, so she usually enjoyed these small sugar indulgences a lot.
He supposed it was a good moment to make amends with his new neighbor. He stopped in front of Malik's door, carrying a chocolate cake covered in cream and strawberries, and rang the bell. It was answered almost instantly and as soon as the door opened, he sent himself ahead.
Excuse me, I need to put this somewhere before it falls off -- he moved towards a small table that seemed like the perfect spot for a single man to eat in front of a large TV, placed the cake there with great care. By the way, I didn't make it myself, I'm not very good at this whole... Ay!! God, Malik!!
Silvana parted her gaze as much as she could and placed her hands in front of him, as if by doing so she could cover the evident nudity of the Senegalese.
I wanted to tell you I hadn't dressed yet, but you didn't give me time, said Malik with total tranquility. But don't worry, it doesn't bother me if people see me naked. In fact... I don't even like wearing clothes —he showed a big smile—. I prefer walking around like this all day.
Silvana evaluated the situation for a moment, the guy wasn't even asking her to apologize for appearing completely naked, but instead he was the one apologizing to her. Has he gone crazy?
However, Silvana realized that Malik's point of view wasn't entirely wrong. Finally, she put him to shame by entering his house without even asking permission, exposing her nudity. The guy was simply calm at home and she was the intruder.
—Eh... yeah... excuse me —said Silvana, trying not to look at the obvious... although it was hard to avoid something so big. 'Mother of God, if it looks like an arm'—. I just wanted... to make amends...
What's with the truce? Why? Were we even at war?
Eh... no, of course not... is that...
How in the hell did Paulina manage to get all that up her pussy?
...it's just a way of saying. I wanted to give you a cake so we have a good neighborly relationship, that's all. Don't think I came here for...
Thank you very much, very kind of you.
It's nothing, you're welcome...
It looks like an elephant's trunk... it even wiggles when he walks.
I hope you like it. If so, you can buy the same one at the new bakery that just opened up around the corner. Two lovely girls attend to customers there, Sonia, my neighbor who lives across from my apartment, recommended them to me. I already tried their cheesecake, it's really rich, but... cheesecake is always a risk, not everyone likes it; that's why I preferred going back to the old and reliable chocolate cake...
Silvana became verbose all of a sudden. She spoke quickly, almost without breathing, because she felt she had to explain why she was there as soon as possible. She didn't want Malik to think she had gone with some kind of sexual intention.
I like chocolate, it was a good choice. And how about the girls from the bakery? He smiled again. Paulina told me they are very pretty.
—Ah, yes... yes they are... —Silvana returned the smile to him—, but don't get your hopes up, because... well, it could be said that they're not just good at making cakes, but also they are. —Malik looked at her without understanding. She realized he might not be used to Argentine idioms—. I mean that they're lesbians. They're a couple.
—Ah... okay... do you want a portion?
No, thank you... I've eaten too much already, besides... I don't like chocolate that much —Silvana's eyes remained fixed on Malik's limp but imposing member—. And tell me... um... do you have any plans for today?
---Why are you asking? ---Malik was already savoring the cream of the cake using his fingers directly.
—Ah... don't think anything weird. I'm just asking if I'll be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
Mmm... good, Paulina told me she's thinking of visiting me tonight.
Ah... I see now. And what if you ask him to come a little earlier?
What's the difference?
And... if they start earlier, they'll finish earlier. At least I'll be able to sleep during the night.
—Ah... yes, it could work. Very well, I'll write to him afterwards so he comes earlier. Many thanks for the cake.
Silvana gave half a turn, facing towards the door, giving her back to Malik. Then she quickly turned her head, thinking she would surprise him by looking at his ass, but it wasn't like that, he was very concentrated on the cream of the cake.
By the way, Malik... I suggest you be careful about that naked thing. It seems there's a decency police or something like that in this building. I got complaints for wearing this pants. They told me it's indecent.
—Really? —This time Malik really looked at her, analyzing every detail of her body—. It seems ridiculous to me that they're making those kinds of claims about you. It's your body, you dress as you want.
It's exactly what I said.
—Besides... it would be a shame if you stopped wearing that pants, with how well they fit you.
This comment managed to steal a smile from Silvana.
—Many thanks... and don't worry, I won't stop wearing these pants just because some retrogrades demand it.
It seems very good to me... and thanks for the cake.
It was nothing, I hope you enjoy it.
Silvana retired to her house, just a few minutes later the characteristic sexual noises started and she knew that Paulina had accepted Malik's invitation. She thought she could sleep in peace, but when she went to bed around 11 pm, the sounds started again. She supposed that Paulina was eager for a second round... or maybe they were already on their third. She didn't know. Despite the uncomfortable banging, this time Silvana wasn't going to protest. She was in good humor and didn't feel like arguing with anyone. She preferred using the tactic of having a good masturbation session, which would leave her exhausted. She also realized that masturbating with sexual noises in the background (especially Paulina's powerful moans), helped her reach climax more intensely.
Masturbation was a huge success and just a few minutes later she fell deeply asleep.
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Chapter 04.
Silvio and Dalina.
Renzo hugged Silvana, kissed her on the mouth and took advantage to squeeze her buttocks with clumsy and anxious fingers.
—You're very beautiful, love —he said while kissing the corner of her lips. Silvana was wearing a embroidered blouse with a sailor collar and a simple yet elegant black pantaloon, and had also put on heels, although not very high, so that Renzo wouldn't seem like a dwarf. He already had enough complexes being slightly shorter than his girlfriend—. Is it because of something in particular?
—Yes, it's dinner with Dalina and Silvio today... and it seems you didn't even remember.
Is it today? -- Renzo stepped back a pace, frightened. He knew how his girlfriend would get when he didn't keep these previous appointments, especially when she was reminded several times.-- I thought it was tomorrow.
It's today, and you're dressed like a croto, look at what that shirt is. It's all stained and holed.
—Sorry, is that... I put on whatever I found first.
At least you could have put something clean on. You've got an automatic washing machine, Renzo. You don't have an excuse.
—Ah... it's that... I ran out of powder soap and forgot to buy some.
Silvana blew upwards to get the hair out of her face and put her eyes in white. She could have started an argument; but she didn't want to do it, besides she had already mentally prepared herself for this situation. She knew Renzo very well, knew that this could happen.
—Luckily —he said—, I have your clothes saved for these occasions, because I know you're a clingy one. Go, take a quick shower and put on a clean shirt. There's a black gabardine pant that looks great on you.
—Do I have to take a bath? —Asked Renzo while sniffing his own armpits.
—Yes, buddy... go take a bath. Already. And don't waste any more time. And next time don't forget to buy powder soap.
Twenty minutes later they were already leaving the department. Silvana was calm because arriving at the destination required only a few steps. Dalina and Silvio live in the same flat as she does, their door is located just opposite Malik's.
She received the same Dalina, with a wide smile. A woman with long black and lacy hair, angular and sensual eyebrows, prominent lips, round and firm breasts of good size that were peeking out of her blouse in a subtle way today. She also had on a white pantsuit extremely tight and black boots to stylize her figure. When she turned around to let them in, both Silvana and Renzo (especially Renzo) could notice the effect that pantaloon was having on Dalina's buttocks. Renzo remained agape at seeing that monumental ass, his reaction was so obvious and ostentatious that Silvana had to give him a quick elbow nudge in the ribs.
Silvio approached to shake Renzo's hand and then gave a cordial kiss on Silvana's cheek. He was a very neat man, tall, with good physical bearing. He had his hair neatly cut and always wore it perfectly shaved. Silvana couldn't remember if she had ever seen him with a few days' worth of beard. Silvio was an educated, intelligent man, with good manners... Silvana couldn't help but feel a little envious of Dalina. Her neighbor had a boyfriend she could be proud to present, unlike the loser she was dragging around by the arm. And yes, Renzo was a cute boy, many women smiled at him as he passed by. However... he was too careless with his appearance and life in general.
What Silvana of Renzo liked most about him when she met him is that he reminded her a bit of Kurt Cobain, although with brown hair. That rebellious aspect pleased her at the time, it was exciting to go out with a boy who seemed to be something... dangerous. But over time she discovered that Renzo is less dangerous than a suckling puppy and has no charisma (nor talent) like Kurt Cobain, only his sloppy way of dressing.
The dinner was supposed to be simple, they didn't want it to be too formal. Dalina aimed to form a good friendship between the two couples, so they could get together whenever they wanted. That's why she thought it would be best to share some good pizzas with cold beers. She insisted that Silvana and Renzo shouldn't bring anything, that it would be better if they invited them to dinner something similar another day.
Silvana was very enthusiastic about the idea of making new friends. She talked to Dalina several times in the elevator, hallway, or reception of the building until one day they decided to take a coffee together and it was Dalina herself who proposed these couple dates, so that they could get to know each other better.
Before serving the first beers, Dalina said:
We have something to announce to you.
—Are they getting married? —Asked Renzo.
No, idiot -- his girlfriend replied --, they are already married.
It's true, continued Dalina, we've been married for three years now. And since that day we've been searching for a goal: having a child... or a daughter, it doesn't matter. But the doctors told us not to get our hopes up. I won't go into many details, so as not to bore you. Let's just say our chances of having a child weren't very high... until now, because I'm already four weeks pregnant.
—Oh, how nice!! —Silvana applauded—. Congratulations.
—We're very happy —said Silvio, even he, despite almost always showing himself serious, had an ear-to-ear smile—. And they'll understand why Dalina is going to drink beer without alcohol.
—Of course —Silvana nodded—. She has to take care of herself.
Served the beers and pizzas and they started to enjoy a very merry evening. There were typical anecdotes of a couple, where each one told their version of how we met, they also talked about the time they had been living in the building. Dalina works at an real estate agency and it was she herself who showed Silvana the apartment just before she moved.
—Despite the rent being a bit high, I wouldn't be living here if it weren't for Dalina. She convinced me to stay and I'm glad I did. The building is very nice and generally very quiet... or at least it was.
—Do you say that about our new neighbor? —Asked Silvio, his glasses darkened his gaze.
—Yes. Do you also hear the noises?
—More or less —Silvio drank a good amount from his beer glass—. I imagine that part must bother you more. We, on the other hand, have to deal with the door, which is right in front of ours.
—What problems does that bring? —Asked Renzo, at the same time as he gobbled another portion of pizza.
Uh... let's say some uncomfortable situations present themselves —Dalina said. Renzo's eyes stopped for a few seconds on her prominent cleavage—. Not long ago, when leaving home, we ran into our neighbor's open door... and there was a naked woman walking by in the most carefree way.
And that's not all -- assured Silvio --. Sometimes we have to put up with someone coming to make demands and be pounding on the door for a good while until he deigns to open it to her.
Silvana took a good swig of beer and dodged Silvio's inquisitive gaze. She knew he was referring to the Paulina episode and how her mother had spent a good while pounding on Malik's door. Poor Norma, she must have been desperate when calling at the door and not receiving an immediate response. She probably feared being surprised by some neighbor at that hour... and likely didn't even have a good excuse in mind if it happened.
Maybe the worst of everything was what happened a few days ago, when... I don't think it's appropriate to say.
Don't be silly, Silvio — said Dalina —. Renzo and Silvana are already adults, I think we can talk about these topics without so many prejudices.
—Yes, yes it can be —said Renzo, with evident curiosity—. What happened then?
I'll tell you exactly how we saw it —Dalina assured—. We heard noises in the hallway. It seemed like a discussion between two women —Suddenly Silvana tensed up—. We didn't quite understand why they were fighting, but when we peeked through the peephole on the door, we saw there wasn't much clothing around. Even one of them was completely naked... and she was touching the other while kissing her.
Is it tapping? Tapping how? Asked Renzo, with a dry throat. He had to fill his glass again with beer.
She was touching me in a lesbian way - replied Dalina, naturally -. There's no doubt about it.
But... um... --Silvana's face turned all colors.-- Did you guys see the faces of these women?
I always saw the naked woman with her back to me, I know she was blonde. The one whose face I saw is the other...
Ahh... god...
Silvana's brain began to work on a possible explanation. How would she make sense of what that woman had done to her in the hallway?
Did you know her? Asked Renzo.
—No, for nothing. She was a beautiful girl, but I had never seen her in the building —Silvana breathed, this relaxed her a bit; although she suspected that Dalina was lying to protect her—. The craziest thing about it all is that the blonde one knelt down and right there, in the hallway, as if it were her home, started sucking on the other one...
—Ah good... what madness —said Silvana, who regained her composure more quickly. That wasn't what had happened when she had an incident in the hallway, which led her to suspect that Dalina had simply seen a similar scene involving two other women.
It's a shame that we have to tolerate things like this.
Yes, of course, assured Silvana. I already filed a complaint with the building's doorman.
—Ah yes... I hope that useless one does something —said Dalina—. It seems he takes very seriously certain complaints...
I already told you that with that matter he is right -- said Silvio.
What's the matter? — Wanted to know Renzo.
Dalina looked disoriented.
He complained about how I'm dressed, says it's too... revealing.
—It wasn't that way —said Silvio—. Osvaldo didn't complain about your dressing style, he only told you that other tenants complained about it. —Silvana pressed her lips, she had also received the same kind of complaints and began to wonder which neighbors were protesting so insistently about it—. Besides, you know what I think, before you dressed more modestly. I don't know why now you're walking around with such a low-cut top... or those pants that are so tight.
—Ah, I knew you were in a bad mood about something —said Dalina.
—You know what I think —Silvio insisted. Silvana and Renzo kept silent in front of the uncomfortable situation—. But I don't want to discuss this on our first dinner with our neighbors coming over.
Dalina stood up slapping the table with her palms to express her discontent.
—Okay, I got the message —he said, and he left swaying his hips, Renzo followed the whole movement with his gaze until he received another discreet elbow nudge from his girlfriend.
Silvana hurried to change the topic and asked Silvio if he exercised and with what frequency. He told her that sometimes he went to the gym. Renzo got bored with this topic, so a few seconds later he said:
Uh... this... can I go to the bathroom?
Silvio pointed out the way. The evening was already coming to an end because the situation had become too tense for everyone. They didn't stay much longer.
---
A few minutes later, already at home, lying in bed and wearing underwear, Silvana asked Renzo how he had been.
It was fine until they started arguing. What a jerk that Silvio is. I don't know why he's so bothered that Dalina wears a halter.
—Oh, well did you like Dalina's cleavage?
—Hey, I didn't say that.
Don't lie, Renzo. Do you think I didn't notice how your eyes were staring at her breasts... and ass.
—Uh... this... no, I mean... what happens is that... I was trying not to look, but... it was impossible not to do so.
Silvana knew her boyfriend was right about that. Even she had looked several times and feared the inquisitive surveillance of Silvio. For nothing in the world did she want him to catch her staring fixedly at his wife's ass.
Silvana pitied Renzo, thought that arguing about this would be foolishness, and as she was in bed it came to her mind the moment she spent with Paulina. Despite not knowing much about that girl, they lived together a supremely erotic and intense moment. Paulina even confessed that she had practiced fisting with her best friend. Silvana had never had such a direct conversation with someone about sex and wondered if she could ever have an open and direct relationship like that someday... with her boyfriend for example.
When you went to the bathroom I saw that you returned pale, then Dalina came back with much more discreet clothing. Did something happen?
—Ah... this... is that... I didn't mean to see Dalina changing; but I swear it wasn't my fault. I didn't know which was the bathroom door...
If I wanted Renzo to speak with total frankness, he couldn't just have scenes of jealousy because he thought another woman's ass was pretty. “What problem is there if someone else's butt turns him on? That doesn't mean he doesn't want me... or that he'll cheat on me with someone else”.
Making a great effort so that his possessive instinct wouldn't activate, she told her boyfriend:
Relax, Renzo. I'm not going to get angry because you saw another woman's butt... especially if it was an accident. And tell me... what did you see? How is Dalina's butt doing? —He said with a friendly and curious smile.
Reno stayed staring at her with his mouth agape, the first thing he thought was that it could be a trap.
I barely saw nothing.
Don't lie to me. I know you saw something... and I know what you saw pleased you. And do you know what? It doesn't bother me that it pleased you. —Renzo looked at her with incredulity—. I'm serious. Dalina is a very beautiful woman, even I recognize she has excellent breasts and an spectacular ass. If you tell me what you saw didn't please you, I'll think you're gay... or a liar. And I know very well you're not gay. I understand perfectly that you like Dalina's ass, and you can tell me about it without fear. Did you see how much her breasts were showing through the neckline? I even got to see one nipple when she leaned forward to fill my beer glass... and then she served another glass to you, so you must have seen the same thing as me. I'd say Dalina's nipples are very... ticklish.
Renzos pupils dilated. He secretly fantasized many times about the idea of talking to his girlfriend about those women who attracted him. More than once he thought 'Why are women so insecure when someone speaks well of another woman?' 'Why can't I tell my girlfriend if another woman seems pretty to me? That doesn't mean I'm going to cheat on her'. This seemed like a dream come true, too good a dream, that's why it generated distrust.
—Are you telling me that you like women? —Asked Renzo, and immediately regretted it.
He feared for his life, thought that Silvana would be so offended that he would end up sleeping on the sofa... but it wasn't like that. His girlfriend showed him a complicit smile and said:
I don't like women... in that sense. But I do understand the erotic impact another woman can have, and that's admirable to me. Dalina is admirable. And I won't get angry with you if you think the same... or are you going to get jealous of Dalina if I tell you her breasts seem lovely to me?
No, no... of course not... but it's different, you don't like women. And I do.
I know. And the key is in trust, Renzo. I trust you, I know you're a good kid and you'll never deceive me. You can trust me, I'd never deceive you either. Knowing that, we can talk about anything — she said with a very sensual tone as she introduced her hand into her boyfriend's boxer briefs. She grabbed his flaccid cock, pulled it out, and started to masturbate it slowly.
What is it about? He asked, after swallowing his saliva. Small drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.
YES, you're my boyfriend. You're the person I trust most in the world, and I want to believe that you trust me too. So... who else could you talk with complete sincerity about anything?
Well, you're right about that. It's just that... if I tell you what happened, I might end up saying something that will bother you.
What could bother me? - Silvana continued with the process of masturbation and Renzo's penis had already become quite hard.
Mmm... for example if I tell you that I saw her in underwear... and that I liked that.
Hey... you didn't do it on purpose, so neither did you spy on her against her will. The situation unfolded like that and well... you took the chance to look at her ass a little bit. I think it's fine that you did it. I would have reacted the same way in your place. —Silvana noticed that her heart was racing in a very similar way to the night Paulina was in her bed—. Look, so that you understand that I won't get upset about anything you say if you give me good details, I'll suck your cock. Deal?
Would you really do that?
Yes, but only if the details are worth it... and if I think you're being sincere.
Uh... well, this... saw that I was wearing a thong.
What color?
—Blanca...
And was she small?
Yes.
—Come on, Renzo, get into it... I'm not going to ask you about every little detail. If you want me to suck it, tell me what you saw.
It's fine... it's fine, don't get angry. Eh... when I opened the door thinking it was the bathroom, I found Dalina in bed... she was on all fours.
Isn't it four? And what was he doing like that?
I think I was looking for something near the floor, on the other side of the bed... it was a coincidence that I caught her just at that moment... imagine how I got when I found that tremendous butt in thong.
Ugh... it must have been something worth seeing. What envy, I missed it.
Renzo smiled and showed himself more relieved.
For the icing on the cake, the thong was so small that it was getting stuck between the lips of her pussy.
—To hell with it... So you saw the whole thing too?
Not all, because the middle part was covered by fabric, but almost all...
And how's she doing it?
Very pretty... is... chubby, although not as much as yours.
Hey... Are you saying I'm a slapper?
Uh... this...
—Oh, Renzo, don't get so upset, I said it in jest. I know I have... a chubby one, as you say. It's something that always bothered me a little, because when I wear very tight pants, it shows up a lot.
What's weird, I don't remember seeing that before, and that's because I saw you with tight pants.
No, no... I mean... seriously adjusted. VERY adjusted.
Did you have pants like that? He asked surprised.
Some... although I don't use them.
—Why not?
Because I thought it might bother you... but since you said it seems silly to Silvio that he forbids Dalina from using them, then... maybe I'll start using them... or would it bother you?
—No, of course not. Not even a little... especially knowing they're going to look super good on you. You've got a better ass than Dalina.
It's not necessary for you to lie to me like that, if you think Dalina's ass is prettier, then say it and be done with it. I'm not offended.
—Okay, yes... Dalina's butt is very nice to me... but yours is nicer. She has a really big booty. Yours is a bit smaller... and better shaped. It's... more firm.
It's because I exercise almost every day.
—Yes, it must be because of that. So... if you start wearing those very tight pants, they will look great on you —Renzo's cock was throbbing with emotion.
Look, I'm taking your word for it. If I use one of those pants, I don't want any complaints afterwards.
I promise you I won't make any complaint about you.
—It's fine... we'll see —Silvana thought it was fun to check out the tolerance limits of Renzo and if he would really get jealous knowing that other people would be looking at his butt on the street—. And did Dalina notice you were in the room with her?
—Yes, almost instantly... she turned around and... I saw her tits. She had nothing on top.
Oh no, poor thing, she must have felt so exposed.
—Em... I didn't think it bothered him much. He turned around and said Ah, hi Renzo, can I help you with something? And he stayed standing in front of me without even covering his tits... or anything.
—Oh, look at you... how rare. Very mature of him. And what about the breasts?
—Oh my god... amazing. Yeah... and forgive me for saying this, she has one of the best breasts I've ever seen in my life.
It doesn't bother me, I know you have nice breasts. I would have liked to see more than just a nipple. Why did they like them so much?
Because they're big and well-rounded... very firm... Have they gotten like that because of pregnancy?
I don't believe it. It's too soon. They must be that way naturally.
Ugh... I don't want to imagine what they'll be like when I'm pregnant. They're going to be spectacular titbags.
Hey! Renzo got tense. You're right, I hadn't thought of that. God... those tits are going to be so good when they get hard. So jealous, you saw everything... I didn't see anything.
If you don't like women, why do you have so many desires to see her naked?
I already told you, Dalina is really pretty. I understand the erotic impact she can have... and I'd like to see it, out of curiosity... and so we can gossip about that.
Renzo's heart took a turn.
Is that saying I can tell you if I see a girl who seems pretty to me?
Yes, of course —Silvana also got excited about the proposal—. Tell me without fear, and we can debate that. Not to know if you think she's prettier than me or not, because I'm your girlfriend and that's it. But... so we can be sincere with each other and learn to respect our tastes. —Silvana was never a girlfriend with an especially open mind, but this whole thing about being so sincere with another person was pleasing her too much, which led her to take a leap of faith—. Do you know what? I think it's nonsense to get angry because your partner finds someone else attractive. Well... we're still human beings, obviously if we see someone who likes us we can get excited. That doesn't mean we'll put on horns just because someone else excites us. What matters is that we learn to respect the fidelity we have with each other. And talking in a couple about another person being attractive to us, without fear or prejudice, is what I call 'full confidence'.
I like that way of thinking. I promise you that if I see something like what happened at Dalina's house, I'll tell you.
You're very good at that. And I... um... have work to do. You earned a great blow job.
Silvana lowered her head and started sucking. A little internal voice told her: You didn't promise him the same. And she felt bad about it because of that, but she didn't want to tell him what had happened with Paulina, it was a situation... too particular, difficult to explain. She could let it pass, after all, she didn't think something like this could happen to her again.
That night they had good sex, the best in months. Besides Malik seemed to take the night to rest, so they didn't have any interruptions and Silvana could sleep peacefully.
---
The day didn't start in the best way for Silvana. She almost fell asleep, had to get out of bed quickly and change. She left Renzo sleeping, he looked so calm that she didn't want to disturb him.
He recalled the conversation from the previous night and decided it was a good time to take out one of his fitted pants. He chose a jeans one, common and ordinary, but that fit very well on his buttocks. He put on shoes with a little platform, to stylize the figure, and a white shirt that fell delicately over his breasts.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she found herself, as always, with the doorman. The guy was standing strategically in the path between the elevator door and the exit, so he could get a good look at Silvana as she passed by him. He knew he was checking her out, and annoyed, she said:
Doesn't he want to take a picture of her? I mean... it will last longer.
I'd be happy to take her picture with pleasure —Silvana tensed up, she didn't expect that response—, to show it to the people who complained about her way of dressing. So they'll believe that the problem isn't that I haven't communicated it to them, but that you're not paying attention.
—Look, Osvaldo, we're not in 1921. It seems absolutely ridiculous to me that in the year 2021 a woman should have to put up with complaints from her neighbors about wearing a tight pants.
—It's that... it's not just about 'a fitted pantalón' —Osvaldo approached Silvana and, without asking permission, ran his hand over one of her buttocks as if he were caressing it. She was on the verge of exploding with anger at this audacity when the guy said—. The problem is how everything gets marked, leaving little to the imagination.
What does she refer to? —She asked frightened.
—Exactly to this area here —the very son of a slut passed quickly his fingers over Silvana's vulva—. He marked everything, almost as if he had the pants painted on the skin.
Silvana didn't think it would show off so much. At least that wasn't the idea, she didn't want to go out on the street with pants that showed off her whole pussy.
—Ah… it's that... it's an old pair of pants... maybe I've gotten a bit too small, I haven't used it in a long time. Plus... —wanted to reclaim her pride—. It's my body, if I want to wear this pant or any other one I have, no one can stop me. Least of all you. Now, with your permission, I'll take off. I'm running late for work.
He stepped out of the building with firm and decided steps, with his head held high and his ass in pomp.
After the uncomfortable episode with Osvaldo (which she preferred to erase from her mind forever), her humor improved greatly. She didn't arrive late to work as expected and felt really comfortable in her super tight pants. Yes, there were glances from her coworkers, even her boss; but it didn't bother her. If Renzo wasn't bothered, then neither was she.
When returning home, Silvana preferred not to go out for a run. She was maintaining good shape and could occasionally treat herself to suspending physical activities... and indulging in sweets and desserts. It wasn't something she did very often, so she usually enjoyed these small sugar indulgences a lot.
He supposed it was a good moment to make amends with his new neighbor. He stopped in front of Malik's door, carrying a chocolate cake covered in cream and strawberries, and rang the bell. It was answered almost instantly and as soon as the door opened, he sent himself ahead.
Excuse me, I need to put this somewhere before it falls off -- he moved towards a small table that seemed like the perfect spot for a single man to eat in front of a large TV, placed the cake there with great care. By the way, I didn't make it myself, I'm not very good at this whole... Ay!! God, Malik!!
Silvana parted her gaze as much as she could and placed her hands in front of him, as if by doing so she could cover the evident nudity of the Senegalese.
I wanted to tell you I hadn't dressed yet, but you didn't give me time, said Malik with total tranquility. But don't worry, it doesn't bother me if people see me naked. In fact... I don't even like wearing clothes —he showed a big smile—. I prefer walking around like this all day.
Silvana evaluated the situation for a moment, the guy wasn't even asking her to apologize for appearing completely naked, but instead he was the one apologizing to her. Has he gone crazy?
However, Silvana realized that Malik's point of view wasn't entirely wrong. Finally, she put him to shame by entering his house without even asking permission, exposing her nudity. The guy was simply calm at home and she was the intruder.
—Eh... yeah... excuse me —said Silvana, trying not to look at the obvious... although it was hard to avoid something so big. 'Mother of God, if it looks like an arm'—. I just wanted... to make amends...
What's with the truce? Why? Were we even at war?
Eh... no, of course not... is that...
How in the hell did Paulina manage to get all that up her pussy?
...it's just a way of saying. I wanted to give you a cake so we have a good neighborly relationship, that's all. Don't think I came here for...
Thank you very much, very kind of you.
It's nothing, you're welcome...
It looks like an elephant's trunk... it even wiggles when he walks.
I hope you like it. If so, you can buy the same one at the new bakery that just opened up around the corner. Two lovely girls attend to customers there, Sonia, my neighbor who lives across from my apartment, recommended them to me. I already tried their cheesecake, it's really rich, but... cheesecake is always a risk, not everyone likes it; that's why I preferred going back to the old and reliable chocolate cake...
Silvana became verbose all of a sudden. She spoke quickly, almost without breathing, because she felt she had to explain why she was there as soon as possible. She didn't want Malik to think she had gone with some kind of sexual intention.
I like chocolate, it was a good choice. And how about the girls from the bakery? He smiled again. Paulina told me they are very pretty.
—Ah, yes... yes they are... —Silvana returned the smile to him—, but don't get your hopes up, because... well, it could be said that they're not just good at making cakes, but also they are. —Malik looked at her without understanding. She realized he might not be used to Argentine idioms—. I mean that they're lesbians. They're a couple.
—Ah... okay... do you want a portion?
No, thank you... I've eaten too much already, besides... I don't like chocolate that much —Silvana's eyes remained fixed on Malik's limp but imposing member—. And tell me... um... do you have any plans for today?
---Why are you asking? ---Malik was already savoring the cream of the cake using his fingers directly.
—Ah... don't think anything weird. I'm just asking if I'll be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
Mmm... good, Paulina told me she's thinking of visiting me tonight.
Ah... I see now. And what if you ask him to come a little earlier?
What's the difference?
And... if they start earlier, they'll finish earlier. At least I'll be able to sleep during the night.
—Ah... yes, it could work. Very well, I'll write to him afterwards so he comes earlier. Many thanks for the cake.
Silvana gave half a turn, facing towards the door, giving her back to Malik. Then she quickly turned her head, thinking she would surprise him by looking at his ass, but it wasn't like that, he was very concentrated on the cream of the cake.
By the way, Malik... I suggest you be careful about that naked thing. It seems there's a decency police or something like that in this building. I got complaints for wearing this pants. They told me it's indecent.
—Really? —This time Malik really looked at her, analyzing every detail of her body—. It seems ridiculous to me that they're making those kinds of claims about you. It's your body, you dress as you want.
It's exactly what I said.
—Besides... it would be a shame if you stopped wearing that pants, with how well they fit you.
This comment managed to steal a smile from Silvana.
—Many thanks... and don't worry, I won't stop wearing these pants just because some retrogrades demand it.
It seems very good to me... and thanks for the cake.
It was nothing, I hope you enjoy it.
Silvana retired to her house, just a few minutes later the characteristic sexual noises started and she knew that Paulina had accepted Malik's invitation. She thought she could sleep in peace, but when she went to bed around 11 pm, the sounds started again. She supposed that Paulina was eager for a second round... or maybe they were already on their third. She didn't know. Despite the uncomfortable banging, this time Silvana wasn't going to protest. She was in good humor and didn't feel like arguing with anyone. She preferred using the tactic of having a good masturbation session, which would leave her exhausted. She also realized that masturbating with sexual noises in the background (especially Paulina's powerful moans), helped her reach climax more intensely.
Masturbation was a huge success and just a few minutes later she fell deeply asleep.
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