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Chapter 10.
Skinny Pants.
A day after rejoining work, Silvana returned home after an energetic exercise routine. She didn't want to have trouble sleeping, so she burned off excess energy by jogging in Rivadavia Park.
When opening the door, he found the catastrophe.
Silvana couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her apartment, which always stayed immaculate and tidy, looked like a war zone. There was clothes scattered on the floor, books and magazines piled up on the sofa, dirty plates in the kitchen, and even a broken pot on the balcony. What had happened? Had they been robbed? No, the answer was simpler and more frustrating: Renzo, her boyfriend.
That dirty rat had messed everything up and hadn't even washed the dishes, just like she promised. I couldn't leave him alone for two hours or he'd leave the house a disaster.
For crying out loud, the very coward had fled, leaving all the mess behind.
Silvana felt a mix of anger and disappointment. How could he be so disrespectful and careless? Doesn't he understand what it costs to keep the place clean and pleasant? Silvana took her cell phone and wrote a loaded-with-rage message to Renzo, demanding an explanation and an apology. She closed the text with the phrase: What were you looking for, jerk?
I was sick of his disasters.
Before receiving a response, Silvana's senses went on high alert.
The box with the dildo, thought.
She entered running into her room and discovered, horrified, that the damned trunk was open and, worst of all, the dildo and vibrator were there. She breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she knew her secret was still safe, a murderous fury invaded her. She grabbed her cell phone and called Renzo:
—Why are all my things scattered, you numbskull? —she yelled.
Ay, love... don't get angry, it's that...
What the hell were you looking for?
Soap... for washing clothes.
So that's why you had to turn my whole house upside down?
I didn't know where you kept it... and as always, you complain that I don't wash my clothes well...
—Why didn't you buy it at the supermarket then?
Sorry, I forgot... and couldn't wait until tomorrow. I don't even have clean clothes to put on anymore.
Ay, Renzo... you're a disaster... and I was just thinking of washing a pair of pants to wear tomorrow at work.
Is that one you told me was so tight?
Silvana remembered the conversation they had just minutes before she went out to run. They talked about how well a white and well-fitting pants suited Dalina, who greeted them in the hallway. Silvana commented that she had a similar pant but in light blue. She assured him that hers was even more fitted than Dalina's. She didn't use it because she didn't want her boyfriend to get jealous. But since they had already talked about this topic, she could wear it.
When Renzo told her 'I don't think you'll dare to use that at work', she took it as a challenge. 'I'm going to wash it today and wear it tomorrow', she replied.
Yes, that one so tight...
---Are you really going to use it? ---Asked Renzo, from the other side of the phone line.
Silvana's anger increased. She had a strong suspicion that her boyfriend had stolen the powder soap in a desperate (and childish) attempt to prevent her from wearing that pants.
Okay, I'll go buy another soap right away, I'll wash it and have it ready by first hour tomorrow morning.
And cut him off without giving him time to make a comeback.
———
The elevator door opened on the ground floor of the building and Silvana walked down the hall with a firm, secure, and elegant step. She was ready to face another day of work. Osvaldo was sweeping near the reception desk and greeted her with a nod of his head, then followed her gaze. Silvana noticed this, the porter's eyes were fixed directly on her ass, without any pretence. She knew the effect she had with that tight pants, and depending on the occasion she could enjoy it, but still didn't like this man taking such boldness.
Excuse me, Osvaldo did something get lost? She asked irritated.
He regretted speaking in that aggressive tone the instant it happened. For years, he spoke to the doorman in a blunt manner and it's a habit that costs him to break. Now that he knows the poor man isn't responsible for being so... unusual, he should make an effort to maintain a more friendly dialogue.
—Ah... no, Miss Da Costa. What's going on is that... your pants are dirty.
What? Silvana felt her world wobbling. If there's something she can't bear is being surprised with dirty laundry—. But how can it be possible? I washed it yesterday...
I assure you it's dirty... look, come to my office, I have a mirror there, so you can check for yourself.
I already had a bad experience with that 'office' and that blessed mirror, I didn't feel like going. But I couldn't go out on the street with my dirty pants; I needed to make sure. She followed Osvaldo to that small room begging no one would see her enter.
—Here you go, take a look...
Silvana rotated her hip to look at the reflection of her Booty. Her first thought was Maybe I should have chosen another pantaloon, this one is too tight. And indeed it was, her buttocks (firmer and better formed than Dalina's, according to Renzo) looked impressive squeezed in that fine light blue fabric. As if they were screaming: Look at the tremendous ass I have. The worst part was that her labia minora also showed a bit... more than she would like. And there was Osvaldo, looking directly at her ass.
See what I'm saying? It's dirty.
Silvana had to acknowledge that the guy was right. Part of her legs and especially the area of the Booty were filled with small white spots that contrasted very well with the pale blue tone of the fabric.
It's true... I don't know what that could be. I want to die, I don't have time to change my pants, I'll be late for work. —I didn't have the time or the desire. I had decided to wear that pantaloon on that very day and I would fulfill it. It was a matter of pride—. I don't understand how it can be so stained if I washed it yesterday... and the washing machine is new.
Mmm... Did the powder soap change by any chance? I know from experience that using low-quality soaps often leaves clothes with stains like this one.
Suddenly Silvana understood everything.
The idiot of my boyfriend took away my powder soap, I had to leave late to buy one. The supermarkets were closed, I had to go to a store where they offered me one from a very cheap brand. I didn't think it would be so problematic.
In life I learned that saving on cleaning products always costs expensive, so I use high-quality products in the building.
Silvana thought that with what they paid for expenses, like a minimum, they should use the premium brands of cleaning products. She would have made that comment in the past, but this time decided to keep it to herself.
Mentally insulted her boyfriend for putting her in this situation. Silvana considered leaving the experiment's start for another day... but she wasn't one to give up easily. She needed to wash her pants before nightfall, so they would dry for the next day. She solved it by buying a genetic powder soap at a local store, then hated buying things at the last minute, and even less when she already had them at home. Before going to bed, she sent Renzo a message telling him he should compensate her for this. He didn't respond, not because he didn't know what to say, but out of strategic cowardice. And that irritated Silvana even more.
Ahh... what am I going to do now? Between getting on and off the elevator again, I'm going to waste a lot of time... and it's already late.
I knew it wasn't just a matter of time. I didn't want to give Renzo the pleasure of ruining his plans for using this pants.
It doesn't matter, the stains are from dry soap, they can be easily removed. If you want we can try with a wet cloth.
—No, don't even think about it. I don't want to go out on the street with my pants full of damp stains.
Well, in that case... we'll have to scrape a bit, and that will be enough with that.
Before Silvana could make a decision, Osvaldo started scratching the back of her right leg. She even saw the whole scene through the mirror. She was about to insult him for being bold (and because it was a reflexive reaction for her to react that way with the goalkeeper), when she saw the mark he had scratched disappear completely. Then it was Silvana herself who took care of scraping some of these marks while making a great effort to turn her body. She had to put her free hand on the office table. This uncomfortable pose made her lift her butt up high, which emphasized the image of her tight skin under the fabric.
In a couple of minutes we'll leave it like new, said Osvaldo, who had already taken care of three or four stains.
To Silvana, not even a little bit pleased that the goalkeeper had such a good excuse to look at her ass so shamelessly and worse still, he was also touching it. However, she didn't have any other option. If she wanted to get rid of the stains in short time, she couldn't do it alone.
Relax, Silvana... remember that the guy is asexual. Think about that and everything will be fine.
Still, it wasn't easy for him/her to keep calm anyway.
The boldness (or lack of subtlety) of Osvaldo led him to scrape some stains located directly on Silvana's buttocks and, to make matters worse, he accompanied this action with an inappropriate comment:
—Didn't he have a tighter pantaloon? This one seems like it's going to explode at any moment. It really shows... on the buttocks. Did he forget what I told him? About the complaints of the other tenants?
—Look, Osvaldo, we've talked about this already. I dress however I feel like it. If I want to wear a pantyhose that accentuates my butt well, I'll wear it. And if any tenant has problems with this, let them come and tell me to my face. And as for you... I don't like it when you're cryptic with me. Why can't you just tell me who those neighbors are who complain so much? Then I'll go talk to them directly.
I'm sorry, Miss Da Costa, that's against the building rules. I can't give her that information.
Okay, then help me get rid of these stains, that's something you can do... and call me Silvana. Calling me Miss Da Costa sounds too formal and it makes me uncomfortable.
You're uncomfortable with strange things.
Yes, as strange as you, thought Silvana.
Will you help me, yes or no?
Okay, sure... although let me tell you that the stains aren't the only problem. This panty really shows off the labia of the vagina on her.
Silvana felt like her heart gave a mortal leap. For some strange reason those words activated a sensation similar to the one she lived with Paulina, of absolute frankness... although at the same time it bothered her that the comment came from a subject who is so unpleasant to her. Although, since she found out about his peculiar condition, he doesn't bother her as much anymore. It's like dealing with a robot that came with a very basic and outdated program. In a certain sense, it can even be adorable.
Yes, they're marked on me, I know it very well... and don't impose... ah... me...
The swift and daring fingers of Osvalo were already scratching spots just above the vulva area. To make matters worse, the jeans pant was made of such fine fabric that he could feel his nails scratching the sides of the vagina.
Sorry, I'm just trying to help... there are stains left in this area... it's a matter of one minute...
Silvana had to bite her tongue, she held back the urge to tell him off. Osvaldo was really helping her... in his own way. For nothing in the world did she want to go out on the street with white stains on her pants... much less in the vaginal area. It was enough for her to imagine what people would think if they saw that.
—Okay... said Silvana, swallowing a good part of her pride—. Make sure it's spotless, please...
Would you mind if I take a closer look?
—Yes... it would bother me—made a pause to breathe Be calm, Silvana... be calm—. I'd normally feel it as an invasion of my privacy... but I have no other alternative. Do it.
—Very well... and remember that this isn't my fault.
Silvana clenched her teeth, she wanted to scream. It was infuriating that Osvaldo was right, he wasn't guilty of anything.
He lifted her buttocks higher and arched her back, offering an extremely erotic pose, as if she were posing for a porn magazine. Osvaldo knelt behind her and without asking permission grabbed one of her buttocks and separated it from the other. Silvana's irritation only grew, having that guy who (clearly) was very far from her league, touching her pussy and looking at her five centimeters away. He must have been giving her the best show of her life.
But he doesn't find the female body as interesting as the rest of men do, thought Silvana, to calm herself down.
The tickling was unbearable, those nails didn't stop for a second, as if they didn't care about tearing apart such a sensitive area. To make matters worse, she had to stay very still, leaning forward, with her legs spread and her Booty lifted, as if she were inviting a lover to penetrate her.
Her knees trembled before Osvaldo's incessant scratching of his nails on her right lip. Then, after covering every millimeter, he moved to the left one and repeated the operation with the same dedication. He supposed that Osvaldo was gaining confidence gradually, seeing that she wasn't giving him a slap to push him away from there. That's why he took the courage to run his thumb against this vaginal slit, making Silvana's knees shake. She understood that he was just revising the area, as if he were removing the remaining dust from the dried soap; but it was still extremely uncomfortable, humiliating... and invasive.
He went back to tracing his finger over the middle of her pussy... and then again... and again.
—Oh, Osvaldo... stop teasing me like that.
—Excuse me Silvana... I did it because it was necessary. I didn't take into account how sensitive this area can be. —Osvaldo went back to scratching and rubbing with the tip of his thumb. With each contact, Silvana stood on her toes… the sensations that this indecent fondling were causing in her were much stronger than she would have liked to admit—. Ok... I think it's fine now, if you want you can leave.
No, a 'more or less good' won't do for me. —Silvana said, knowing she would regret those words—. It has to be perfect.
Okay... then I'll keep going... just didn't want to bother her any more.
It's too late for that, just keep going.
For God's sake, may this torture finally end, thought Silvana while another part of her mind prayed that no one would appear at the porter's office.
Osvaldo resumed the scratching with his nail and this time he did it exactly on the line where the pussy opens, to divide into two. Silvana knew that the situation had gone too far, although it was already too late to interrupt it. She had to trust that Osvaldo wasn't doing this for some sexual reward. He's not even interested in those things. Is that right?
I had already endured so much humiliation that suspending everything right now would make what I suffered not worth it... and besides, he would go to work with suspiciously white stains. There was no other alternative but to put up with it... and pray that my vagina wouldn't get too excited from the fondling. Because one can have a lot of self-control... but not be made of wood.
I'll let you know that there are some stains a bit hard to remove... maybe I'll have to apply more pressure.
—Okay, okay. Don't tell me, just do it... and quickly, I'm already running late.
The intense scratching began right where her clitoris was. She could feel it as if a lover were touching her directly, warming her up for the sexual act. 'The dirty mother... uh... calm down, Silvana... think about something else'.
Between that finger pressing hard and moving without stopping, and her clitoris, only the fine jean fabric and the (even finer) thong fabric were in between. She could even feel that little sexual button moving from side to side under the growing pressure of Osvaldo's fingers. Silvana thought that the very son of a slut was taking advantage of the situation, but this behavior didn't seem to fit with the autistic Osvaldo that Sonia described. Anyway, neither of them was an expert on the subject and really had no idea what might be going through the mind of the goalie.
He endured that 'clitorial stimulation' stoically, moving a little with certain discomfort caused by involuntary reactions of her body; small spasms of pleasure. It was because her use of the word 'pussy' didn't seem to understand who was touching it and in what context, she reacted to these touches as if they were being done by a skilled lover. Her entire vaginal area was getting hot and she feared that her sexual juices would start flowing, that would bring problems. Could she moisten the fabric of her pants? Would the thong be enough to contain that viscous and treacherous liquid? She begged for it to be so, because although it pained her to admit it, she could feel the humidity of her sex increasing.
This was indeed torture, and it got even worse when one of Osvaldo's thick fingers ended up precisely in his pussy hole. It sank into her as if he were determined to pierce the fabric and send himself all the way down.
—Oh... for God's sake... Osvaldo!!
Unintentionally Silvana stood on her tiptoes, leaned more over the desk and lifted her Booty, arching her back, in a clearly sexual posture. Now it was as if she were telling an imaginary lover: 'Come, screw me hard'.
Oh, geez, excuse me, that wasn't my intention...
—Ah... but... what's he doing?
Sorry, it's that... I pressed here to clean a stain and my finger sank in. I didn't think that would happen.
Filled with rage, Silvana felt the need to explain what happened, as if she were giving information to a robot that didn't understand subtleties.
Didn't you forget the specific function that part of my body fulfills? —His body burned, his heart accelerated. He still didn't understand why he got so worked up when talking about such intimate and humiliating topics... and it wasn't just happening with Paula or Sonia—. I mean... it's a hole, Osvaldo, literally it's there to receive penetrations, and the pant leg is very thin. It's obvious that the finger was going to go in.
Anger and confusion led her to say things she regretted instantly. She shouldn't have been so explicit about the anatomical functions of her vagina. She should have bitten her tongue... but it was too late, she had said it and Osvaldo would act accordingly.
Yes, I know there's a hole here. Believe me, I know perfectly well —the first phalanx of her finger had sunk completely and was moving as if it were scratching—. It's noticeable at a simple glance that you're a woman because you have a vagina. —It irritated her that the guy spoke to her in that tone so neutral, so artificial. It was like dialoguing with a machine—. No one in my position could put it into doubt. Your anatomy is perfectly defined and I'm clear that this is here specifically to be penetrated —Son of a slut, Silvana thought—. But I believed the fabric was stronger, that it would hold up better under pressure. I didn't believe it would sink in like this. To make matters worse, your underwear also seems to have gotten lost inside here too. —Silvana moved uncomfortably and it was an error, only provoking the finger to sink deeper—. Given how voluminous your vagina is, I'm not surprised that everything ends up inside here.
I'm going to kill you, son of a slut... I swear I'm going to kill you; but he couldn't get angry with him. He simply couldn't. The rage would dissipate as soon as he remembered that this guy's mind didn't function like those of other men. However, Silvana was getting perilously close to her limit. She was a second away from losing it all. Yet, she still found it impossible to move, as if Osvaldo had pressed just the right spot on her anatomy, making her lose all control over her motor skills.
—Okay, I think it's over —said Osvaldo, pulling his finger out of the hole.
—Was it perfect? —Asked Silvana, more than anything to make sure that all this torment had been worth it.
Mmm... let's see...
Osvaldo began to caress his buttocks, first one and then the other. He did it as if he were trying to remove the accumulated dust. After that, he took advantage of the opportunity to run his plump fingers over every nook, every curve, of Silvana's vagina, applying pressure at more than one point. He also took another great liberty, placed his palm upwards and with the tip of his fingers caressed the clitoris again.
Ah... ahhh... ahh... —Silvana surprised herself by moaning, with her eyes closed and mouth open. So much teasing was making her lose composure. She didn't react, because that would have only made things more obvious, she preferred to pretend nothing had happened—. I'm not going to make time to go to the garage to get my car. Can you call me a taxi?
Yes, of course... naturally.
Osvaldo stood up and hung the fixed phone that was on the desk, next to Silvana. He dialed with his right hand and took the receiver to his ear without stopping touching his left hand with the word pussy.
Silvana didn't understand why she stayed there, quiet. Her breasts were already pressed against the desk and her head was resting on an arm. She was simply motionless, unable to react. Even if they had asked her under torture, she wouldn't have known what to say about why she stayed so still. She could only say that she couldn't move, her body had lost all capacity for reaction... and that guy was touching her in a way very similar to how she used when she masturbated.
Osvaldo gave the building's address to the taxi dispatcher and then hung up.
It's coming soon, they don't usually take long in this area. Sometimes they come right away.
I hope that... ugh... oh... ahhh...
But during working hours it's something else... there's a lot of traffic. It could take a little longer.
That would definitely be a problem... ah... oh... ugh...
Leave me alone, son of a thousand whores, those words remained trapped in his mind because he was unable to say them out loud. He's screwing me... I can't believe the goalkeeper is screwing me.
Know that it's just adding more fuel to the fire, Silvana —said Osvaldo, as his skilled fingers ran along the seam of her pussy and one of them plunged its first phalanx into the hole—, but the image this type of underwear gives is... too explicit. It leaves nothing to the imagination. To make matters worse, the thong has already lost all here inside —remarked the seam of her pussy—. I'm trying to get it out, but it's useless. I can't. —Silvana let out a series of short moans that were quite more evident than the previous ones. From shame (and to try to muffle the noise) she pushed her head deeper into the hollow formed by her arm—. Do you believe me if I tell you I can feel his lips? And I don't mean the external... but the internal... those that protrude from the vagina.
To emphasize his explanation, he lightly pinched one of those vaginal lips above the fabric.
–Yes, I believe you… –Silvana felt her defenses (so strong and solid) crumbling. In some way she had managed to bring her to a state of torpor, where her mind was clouded by pleasure... I think I told her that I have those lips a bit more fleshy than usual. And the thong always gets stuck inside my use the word: pussy, especially when I wear tight pants.
It must be because she wears very small panties.
Yes, that could be, I acknowledge it. Today I put on a very small one... it's just I didn't want to show too much with the pants.
And now you see the result, Silvana... these lips swallowed it all.
Silvana couldn't help but laugh. The situation with Osvaldo was passing from being humiliating and uncomfortable to absurdly funny. Excitement was wreaking havoc in her mind, as if it were a drug that clouded judgment.
—And thongs aren't the only thing these lips swallow...
What's she referring to? Oh... is it because of my fingers?
He pressed with more force, Silvana felt as the first phalanx sank into the hole of her pussy.
Ah... I didn't just mean that, although it applies well in this case. Be careful, Osvaldo... don't go too far in, or you might lose a finger.
I don't think that will happen, Silvana... nor do I think you have teeth in your vagina.
Again she let out an uncomfortable laugh, a result of sexual intoxication.
It was just a way of saying it, Osvaldo. Don't take it so literally. Tell me honestly... Can you see any moisture stain?
How's your pee?
Not necessarily... it's that... with the process of removing stains --I didn't mean 'fiddling around'-- maybe my vagina played a bad trick on me. Do I explain?
Oh yes, I understand perfectly... let me see... She went back down behind Silvana, caressed her pussy two or three times and then said... Can you lift your leg a bit?
Silvana didn't just lift her left leg slightly, but instead put her knee on the counter, leaving it as if she were a slut about to pee on a tree.
—Eh... it wasn't necessary to lift her up that much, she's showing too much and it wasn't my intention...
—At this height I don't care anymore —said Silvana, another great mistake that Osvaldo would surely know how to take advantage of—. Just look if I'm wet, because... I feel wet.
Mmm... let's see... with this artificial light and the color of this jean, it's hard to tell —opened the word 'pussy' using her two thumbs and started analyzing like an expert gynecologist in analysis while wearing clothes—. There might be a slight stain of moisture, but it's very faint...
Ugh... that's a relief...
However, if you feel wet, it's just a matter of time before your pants start getting wet. Although... we can avoid that.
—How?
Could you undo your pants? I'm not saying to take them off, of course. Just release the button for a minute.
Silvana lowered her leg at the same time that Osvaldo stood up. At this height his brain was already a nebulous mix of anger, shame... and excitement. It didn't seem so serious to him to unbutton it, so he did.
What he didn't imagine was that Osvaldo's strategy consisted of putting his hand inside, just above her booty.
Hey... what's he doing?
Don't be scared, I'm just trying to adjust your underwear, that will give you the protection you need.
Silvana was about to say: 'That could have been done by me, degenerate son of a slut', but at that moment she heard the taxi starting to honk its horn.
Hurry up... hurry up... get settled already.
Osvaldo struggled to push his hand deeper into his pants.
It's difficult —he said—, still too tight.
Silvana had no other alternative than to lower the zipper... as she saw that this wasn't enough, she had to let her pants drop a bit, more or less until halfway down her buttocks. That's when Osvaldo's left hand finally reached its destination. Silvana let out another moan, combined with a gasping sigh of anguish. The fingers slid directly onto her vaginal lips, inside the thong.
Ouch, yes it's very wet —commented Osvaldo—. It seems that the matter is more serious than we imagined.
It's that... I get off very easily... and let's say I lube up very well. Too well, for my taste.
Come on, stupid... keep giving her information about your word: pussy. Why don't you tell her how you masturbate before sleeping, since you're at it?
That's exactly what I was going to say, it shows that you lubricate very well; but believe me, that's something positive. It lets you enjoy better penetrations.
—Ah... yes, that's very true... —it gave her the shivers to hear Osvaldo talk about 'enjoying penetrations'.
Silvana discovered, to her complete astonishment, that the uncomfortable chat she was having with the doorman was too similar to the type of conversation she wanted to have with her boyfriend... or maybe with Paulina. And what confused her most was that... at a certain point, she was even enjoying it. Once again, her defenses were destroyed.
—Osvaldo is the thong very wet? —Another taxi driver's blunder, which was probably already getting impatient. He would have liked to find a way to warn him that he was almost ready, wait for it.
I regret to tell you that yes —Silvana noticed how Osvaldo's fingers were trying to stretch the thong fabric and at the same time rubbing her pussy directly, Osvaldo's fingers were lubricating themselves—. To make matters worse, it doesn't seem like the escape is going to stop —he put a finger inside the hole of her pussy, this time there was no fabric to stop it—. One could say that the rubber broke... you know, it's dripping like the pipe I fixed at your house.
Silvana let out a laugh, maybe it was pure psychotic delirium, since she couldn't believe she was allowing that guy to put his fingers in her like that.
By experience, I know it won't stop for a good while. Look, you don't seem as bad to me anymore as I thought, you helped me a lot in a difficult moment... and solved the problem with the faucet. I'll have a truly confident act, just because I'm already desperate... and I don't want to have a nervous breakdown. It's better to take it calmly... and with humor.
Yes, that's the best way to approach this type of situations. You don't have to make such a big deal out of it, it's just a small mishap, it could happen to anyone.
Totally agree -- Silvana lowered her pants more, exposing her complete buttocks... including the word: pussy --. Put the thong on me well.
—Very well, although it won't be an easy task... your vulva is biting the fabric like a rabid pitbull.
Silvana let out another guffaw. Why did everything suddenly seem so funny and intoxicating to her? Had her brain imploded?
Is he also referring to excessive drooling with 'rabid'? Silvana joked, laughing.
Of course! Osvaldo smiled. There's going to be a lot of trouble. You heard the sound of a car accelerating. I think his taxi is gone... he's going to be late for work.
—That seems... and it's not good after so many days without going to work. They'll think I'm irresponsible. But okay, I'll try to give a good excuse. I never arrive late. —Silvana leaned her hands on the desk, her legs as far apart as the pants allowed at the knees and her Booty well lifted. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and could see how her pussy was biting the thong... like it was a rabid pitbull.
—Do you want me to help with that? —Asked Osvaldo.
She could have done it herself; but she thought it would be impolite to reject the goalkeeper's proposal after he had helped her so much... or maybe just because the situation already seemed fun to her.
Okay, help me...
Osvaldo thought it was better to crouch down, she saw in the mirror how the guy's face was just a few centimeters from her ass. While maneuvering with the thong fabric, he could take a good look at all of her pussy.
Now the goalkeeper knows all my intimacy, thought Silvana, while struggling not to move. The scratches of her fingers didn't seem intentional, but they were touching a very sensitive area of her body.
—Well, I think it's over —said Osvaldo—. Although this won't solve the problem of humidity.
—That's why don't worry. I work sitting behind a desk, I don't think anyone will notice. Many thanks for everything, Osvaldo. He was very good to me. And I hope he doesn't tell anyone about the little problem I had.
Stay calm, Silvana... as I told you, the secrets of the building stay with me.
Okay, I like it that way —he put his pants back up and buttoned them again—. If you don't mind, I'll leave right now. I don't want to waste any more time.
I understand perfectly... and I recommend you use your car. It doesn't matter how long it takes to get it out of the garage, it will probably be less time than waiting for a taxi.
—Yes, you're right... thanks for the advice.
Silvana walked out quickly, still able to feel the echo of the roces against her pussy. She would have had to be angry, but instead she felt good. Happy... amused. The situation was something ridiculous; but it left her very hot... and that's something she can't deny.
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Chapter 10.
Skinny Pants.
A day after rejoining work, Silvana returned home after an energetic exercise routine. She didn't want to have trouble sleeping, so she burned off excess energy by jogging in Rivadavia Park.
When opening the door, he found the catastrophe.
Silvana couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her apartment, which always stayed immaculate and tidy, looked like a war zone. There was clothes scattered on the floor, books and magazines piled up on the sofa, dirty plates in the kitchen, and even a broken pot on the balcony. What had happened? Had they been robbed? No, the answer was simpler and more frustrating: Renzo, her boyfriend.
That dirty rat had messed everything up and hadn't even washed the dishes, just like she promised. I couldn't leave him alone for two hours or he'd leave the house a disaster.
For crying out loud, the very coward had fled, leaving all the mess behind.
Silvana felt a mix of anger and disappointment. How could he be so disrespectful and careless? Doesn't he understand what it costs to keep the place clean and pleasant? Silvana took her cell phone and wrote a loaded-with-rage message to Renzo, demanding an explanation and an apology. She closed the text with the phrase: What were you looking for, jerk?
I was sick of his disasters.
Before receiving a response, Silvana's senses went on high alert.
The box with the dildo, thought.
She entered running into her room and discovered, horrified, that the damned trunk was open and, worst of all, the dildo and vibrator were there. She breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as she knew her secret was still safe, a murderous fury invaded her. She grabbed her cell phone and called Renzo:
—Why are all my things scattered, you numbskull? —she yelled.
Ay, love... don't get angry, it's that...
What the hell were you looking for?
Soap... for washing clothes.
So that's why you had to turn my whole house upside down?
I didn't know where you kept it... and as always, you complain that I don't wash my clothes well...
—Why didn't you buy it at the supermarket then?
Sorry, I forgot... and couldn't wait until tomorrow. I don't even have clean clothes to put on anymore.
Ay, Renzo... you're a disaster... and I was just thinking of washing a pair of pants to wear tomorrow at work.
Is that one you told me was so tight?
Silvana remembered the conversation they had just minutes before she went out to run. They talked about how well a white and well-fitting pants suited Dalina, who greeted them in the hallway. Silvana commented that she had a similar pant but in light blue. She assured him that hers was even more fitted than Dalina's. She didn't use it because she didn't want her boyfriend to get jealous. But since they had already talked about this topic, she could wear it.
When Renzo told her 'I don't think you'll dare to use that at work', she took it as a challenge. 'I'm going to wash it today and wear it tomorrow', she replied.
Yes, that one so tight...
---Are you really going to use it? ---Asked Renzo, from the other side of the phone line.
Silvana's anger increased. She had a strong suspicion that her boyfriend had stolen the powder soap in a desperate (and childish) attempt to prevent her from wearing that pants.
Okay, I'll go buy another soap right away, I'll wash it and have it ready by first hour tomorrow morning.
And cut him off without giving him time to make a comeback.
———
The elevator door opened on the ground floor of the building and Silvana walked down the hall with a firm, secure, and elegant step. She was ready to face another day of work. Osvaldo was sweeping near the reception desk and greeted her with a nod of his head, then followed her gaze. Silvana noticed this, the porter's eyes were fixed directly on her ass, without any pretence. She knew the effect she had with that tight pants, and depending on the occasion she could enjoy it, but still didn't like this man taking such boldness.
Excuse me, Osvaldo did something get lost? She asked irritated.
He regretted speaking in that aggressive tone the instant it happened. For years, he spoke to the doorman in a blunt manner and it's a habit that costs him to break. Now that he knows the poor man isn't responsible for being so... unusual, he should make an effort to maintain a more friendly dialogue.
—Ah... no, Miss Da Costa. What's going on is that... your pants are dirty.
What? Silvana felt her world wobbling. If there's something she can't bear is being surprised with dirty laundry—. But how can it be possible? I washed it yesterday...
I assure you it's dirty... look, come to my office, I have a mirror there, so you can check for yourself.
I already had a bad experience with that 'office' and that blessed mirror, I didn't feel like going. But I couldn't go out on the street with my dirty pants; I needed to make sure. She followed Osvaldo to that small room begging no one would see her enter.
—Here you go, take a look...
Silvana rotated her hip to look at the reflection of her Booty. Her first thought was Maybe I should have chosen another pantaloon, this one is too tight. And indeed it was, her buttocks (firmer and better formed than Dalina's, according to Renzo) looked impressive squeezed in that fine light blue fabric. As if they were screaming: Look at the tremendous ass I have. The worst part was that her labia minora also showed a bit... more than she would like. And there was Osvaldo, looking directly at her ass.
See what I'm saying? It's dirty.
Silvana had to acknowledge that the guy was right. Part of her legs and especially the area of the Booty were filled with small white spots that contrasted very well with the pale blue tone of the fabric.
It's true... I don't know what that could be. I want to die, I don't have time to change my pants, I'll be late for work. —I didn't have the time or the desire. I had decided to wear that pantaloon on that very day and I would fulfill it. It was a matter of pride—. I don't understand how it can be so stained if I washed it yesterday... and the washing machine is new.
Mmm... Did the powder soap change by any chance? I know from experience that using low-quality soaps often leaves clothes with stains like this one.
Suddenly Silvana understood everything.
The idiot of my boyfriend took away my powder soap, I had to leave late to buy one. The supermarkets were closed, I had to go to a store where they offered me one from a very cheap brand. I didn't think it would be so problematic.
In life I learned that saving on cleaning products always costs expensive, so I use high-quality products in the building.
Silvana thought that with what they paid for expenses, like a minimum, they should use the premium brands of cleaning products. She would have made that comment in the past, but this time decided to keep it to herself.
Mentally insulted her boyfriend for putting her in this situation. Silvana considered leaving the experiment's start for another day... but she wasn't one to give up easily. She needed to wash her pants before nightfall, so they would dry for the next day. She solved it by buying a genetic powder soap at a local store, then hated buying things at the last minute, and even less when she already had them at home. Before going to bed, she sent Renzo a message telling him he should compensate her for this. He didn't respond, not because he didn't know what to say, but out of strategic cowardice. And that irritated Silvana even more.
Ahh... what am I going to do now? Between getting on and off the elevator again, I'm going to waste a lot of time... and it's already late.
I knew it wasn't just a matter of time. I didn't want to give Renzo the pleasure of ruining his plans for using this pants.
It doesn't matter, the stains are from dry soap, they can be easily removed. If you want we can try with a wet cloth.
—No, don't even think about it. I don't want to go out on the street with my pants full of damp stains.
Well, in that case... we'll have to scrape a bit, and that will be enough with that.
Before Silvana could make a decision, Osvaldo started scratching the back of her right leg. She even saw the whole scene through the mirror. She was about to insult him for being bold (and because it was a reflexive reaction for her to react that way with the goalkeeper), when she saw the mark he had scratched disappear completely. Then it was Silvana herself who took care of scraping some of these marks while making a great effort to turn her body. She had to put her free hand on the office table. This uncomfortable pose made her lift her butt up high, which emphasized the image of her tight skin under the fabric.
In a couple of minutes we'll leave it like new, said Osvaldo, who had already taken care of three or four stains.
To Silvana, not even a little bit pleased that the goalkeeper had such a good excuse to look at her ass so shamelessly and worse still, he was also touching it. However, she didn't have any other option. If she wanted to get rid of the stains in short time, she couldn't do it alone.
Relax, Silvana... remember that the guy is asexual. Think about that and everything will be fine.
Still, it wasn't easy for him/her to keep calm anyway.
The boldness (or lack of subtlety) of Osvaldo led him to scrape some stains located directly on Silvana's buttocks and, to make matters worse, he accompanied this action with an inappropriate comment:
—Didn't he have a tighter pantaloon? This one seems like it's going to explode at any moment. It really shows... on the buttocks. Did he forget what I told him? About the complaints of the other tenants?
—Look, Osvaldo, we've talked about this already. I dress however I feel like it. If I want to wear a pantyhose that accentuates my butt well, I'll wear it. And if any tenant has problems with this, let them come and tell me to my face. And as for you... I don't like it when you're cryptic with me. Why can't you just tell me who those neighbors are who complain so much? Then I'll go talk to them directly.
I'm sorry, Miss Da Costa, that's against the building rules. I can't give her that information.
Okay, then help me get rid of these stains, that's something you can do... and call me Silvana. Calling me Miss Da Costa sounds too formal and it makes me uncomfortable.
You're uncomfortable with strange things.
Yes, as strange as you, thought Silvana.
Will you help me, yes or no?
Okay, sure... although let me tell you that the stains aren't the only problem. This panty really shows off the labia of the vagina on her.
Silvana felt like her heart gave a mortal leap. For some strange reason those words activated a sensation similar to the one she lived with Paulina, of absolute frankness... although at the same time it bothered her that the comment came from a subject who is so unpleasant to her. Although, since she found out about his peculiar condition, he doesn't bother her as much anymore. It's like dealing with a robot that came with a very basic and outdated program. In a certain sense, it can even be adorable.
Yes, they're marked on me, I know it very well... and don't impose... ah... me...
The swift and daring fingers of Osvalo were already scratching spots just above the vulva area. To make matters worse, the jeans pant was made of such fine fabric that he could feel his nails scratching the sides of the vagina.
Sorry, I'm just trying to help... there are stains left in this area... it's a matter of one minute...
Silvana had to bite her tongue, she held back the urge to tell him off. Osvaldo was really helping her... in his own way. For nothing in the world did she want to go out on the street with white stains on her pants... much less in the vaginal area. It was enough for her to imagine what people would think if they saw that.
—Okay... said Silvana, swallowing a good part of her pride—. Make sure it's spotless, please...
Would you mind if I take a closer look?
—Yes... it would bother me—made a pause to breathe Be calm, Silvana... be calm—. I'd normally feel it as an invasion of my privacy... but I have no other alternative. Do it.
—Very well... and remember that this isn't my fault.
Silvana clenched her teeth, she wanted to scream. It was infuriating that Osvaldo was right, he wasn't guilty of anything.
He lifted her buttocks higher and arched her back, offering an extremely erotic pose, as if she were posing for a porn magazine. Osvaldo knelt behind her and without asking permission grabbed one of her buttocks and separated it from the other. Silvana's irritation only grew, having that guy who (clearly) was very far from her league, touching her pussy and looking at her five centimeters away. He must have been giving her the best show of her life.
But he doesn't find the female body as interesting as the rest of men do, thought Silvana, to calm herself down.
The tickling was unbearable, those nails didn't stop for a second, as if they didn't care about tearing apart such a sensitive area. To make matters worse, she had to stay very still, leaning forward, with her legs spread and her Booty lifted, as if she were inviting a lover to penetrate her.
Her knees trembled before Osvaldo's incessant scratching of his nails on her right lip. Then, after covering every millimeter, he moved to the left one and repeated the operation with the same dedication. He supposed that Osvaldo was gaining confidence gradually, seeing that she wasn't giving him a slap to push him away from there. That's why he took the courage to run his thumb against this vaginal slit, making Silvana's knees shake. She understood that he was just revising the area, as if he were removing the remaining dust from the dried soap; but it was still extremely uncomfortable, humiliating... and invasive.
He went back to tracing his finger over the middle of her pussy... and then again... and again.
—Oh, Osvaldo... stop teasing me like that.
—Excuse me Silvana... I did it because it was necessary. I didn't take into account how sensitive this area can be. —Osvaldo went back to scratching and rubbing with the tip of his thumb. With each contact, Silvana stood on her toes… the sensations that this indecent fondling were causing in her were much stronger than she would have liked to admit—. Ok... I think it's fine now, if you want you can leave.
No, a 'more or less good' won't do for me. —Silvana said, knowing she would regret those words—. It has to be perfect.
Okay... then I'll keep going... just didn't want to bother her any more.
It's too late for that, just keep going.
For God's sake, may this torture finally end, thought Silvana while another part of her mind prayed that no one would appear at the porter's office.
Osvaldo resumed the scratching with his nail and this time he did it exactly on the line where the pussy opens, to divide into two. Silvana knew that the situation had gone too far, although it was already too late to interrupt it. She had to trust that Osvaldo wasn't doing this for some sexual reward. He's not even interested in those things. Is that right?
I had already endured so much humiliation that suspending everything right now would make what I suffered not worth it... and besides, he would go to work with suspiciously white stains. There was no other alternative but to put up with it... and pray that my vagina wouldn't get too excited from the fondling. Because one can have a lot of self-control... but not be made of wood.
I'll let you know that there are some stains a bit hard to remove... maybe I'll have to apply more pressure.
—Okay, okay. Don't tell me, just do it... and quickly, I'm already running late.
The intense scratching began right where her clitoris was. She could feel it as if a lover were touching her directly, warming her up for the sexual act. 'The dirty mother... uh... calm down, Silvana... think about something else'.
Between that finger pressing hard and moving without stopping, and her clitoris, only the fine jean fabric and the (even finer) thong fabric were in between. She could even feel that little sexual button moving from side to side under the growing pressure of Osvaldo's fingers. Silvana thought that the very son of a slut was taking advantage of the situation, but this behavior didn't seem to fit with the autistic Osvaldo that Sonia described. Anyway, neither of them was an expert on the subject and really had no idea what might be going through the mind of the goalie.
He endured that 'clitorial stimulation' stoically, moving a little with certain discomfort caused by involuntary reactions of her body; small spasms of pleasure. It was because her use of the word 'pussy' didn't seem to understand who was touching it and in what context, she reacted to these touches as if they were being done by a skilled lover. Her entire vaginal area was getting hot and she feared that her sexual juices would start flowing, that would bring problems. Could she moisten the fabric of her pants? Would the thong be enough to contain that viscous and treacherous liquid? She begged for it to be so, because although it pained her to admit it, she could feel the humidity of her sex increasing.
This was indeed torture, and it got even worse when one of Osvaldo's thick fingers ended up precisely in his pussy hole. It sank into her as if he were determined to pierce the fabric and send himself all the way down.
—Oh... for God's sake... Osvaldo!!
Unintentionally Silvana stood on her tiptoes, leaned more over the desk and lifted her Booty, arching her back, in a clearly sexual posture. Now it was as if she were telling an imaginary lover: 'Come, screw me hard'.
Oh, geez, excuse me, that wasn't my intention...
—Ah... but... what's he doing?
Sorry, it's that... I pressed here to clean a stain and my finger sank in. I didn't think that would happen.
Filled with rage, Silvana felt the need to explain what happened, as if she were giving information to a robot that didn't understand subtleties.
Didn't you forget the specific function that part of my body fulfills? —His body burned, his heart accelerated. He still didn't understand why he got so worked up when talking about such intimate and humiliating topics... and it wasn't just happening with Paula or Sonia—. I mean... it's a hole, Osvaldo, literally it's there to receive penetrations, and the pant leg is very thin. It's obvious that the finger was going to go in.
Anger and confusion led her to say things she regretted instantly. She shouldn't have been so explicit about the anatomical functions of her vagina. She should have bitten her tongue... but it was too late, she had said it and Osvaldo would act accordingly.
Yes, I know there's a hole here. Believe me, I know perfectly well —the first phalanx of her finger had sunk completely and was moving as if it were scratching—. It's noticeable at a simple glance that you're a woman because you have a vagina. —It irritated her that the guy spoke to her in that tone so neutral, so artificial. It was like dialoguing with a machine—. No one in my position could put it into doubt. Your anatomy is perfectly defined and I'm clear that this is here specifically to be penetrated —Son of a slut, Silvana thought—. But I believed the fabric was stronger, that it would hold up better under pressure. I didn't believe it would sink in like this. To make matters worse, your underwear also seems to have gotten lost inside here too. —Silvana moved uncomfortably and it was an error, only provoking the finger to sink deeper—. Given how voluminous your vagina is, I'm not surprised that everything ends up inside here.
I'm going to kill you, son of a slut... I swear I'm going to kill you; but he couldn't get angry with him. He simply couldn't. The rage would dissipate as soon as he remembered that this guy's mind didn't function like those of other men. However, Silvana was getting perilously close to her limit. She was a second away from losing it all. Yet, she still found it impossible to move, as if Osvaldo had pressed just the right spot on her anatomy, making her lose all control over her motor skills.
—Okay, I think it's over —said Osvaldo, pulling his finger out of the hole.
—Was it perfect? —Asked Silvana, more than anything to make sure that all this torment had been worth it.
Mmm... let's see...
Osvaldo began to caress his buttocks, first one and then the other. He did it as if he were trying to remove the accumulated dust. After that, he took advantage of the opportunity to run his plump fingers over every nook, every curve, of Silvana's vagina, applying pressure at more than one point. He also took another great liberty, placed his palm upwards and with the tip of his fingers caressed the clitoris again.
Ah... ahhh... ahh... —Silvana surprised herself by moaning, with her eyes closed and mouth open. So much teasing was making her lose composure. She didn't react, because that would have only made things more obvious, she preferred to pretend nothing had happened—. I'm not going to make time to go to the garage to get my car. Can you call me a taxi?
Yes, of course... naturally.
Osvaldo stood up and hung the fixed phone that was on the desk, next to Silvana. He dialed with his right hand and took the receiver to his ear without stopping touching his left hand with the word pussy.
Silvana didn't understand why she stayed there, quiet. Her breasts were already pressed against the desk and her head was resting on an arm. She was simply motionless, unable to react. Even if they had asked her under torture, she wouldn't have known what to say about why she stayed so still. She could only say that she couldn't move, her body had lost all capacity for reaction... and that guy was touching her in a way very similar to how she used when she masturbated.
Osvaldo gave the building's address to the taxi dispatcher and then hung up.
It's coming soon, they don't usually take long in this area. Sometimes they come right away.
I hope that... ugh... oh... ahhh...
But during working hours it's something else... there's a lot of traffic. It could take a little longer.
That would definitely be a problem... ah... oh... ugh...
Leave me alone, son of a thousand whores, those words remained trapped in his mind because he was unable to say them out loud. He's screwing me... I can't believe the goalkeeper is screwing me.
Know that it's just adding more fuel to the fire, Silvana —said Osvaldo, as his skilled fingers ran along the seam of her pussy and one of them plunged its first phalanx into the hole—, but the image this type of underwear gives is... too explicit. It leaves nothing to the imagination. To make matters worse, the thong has already lost all here inside —remarked the seam of her pussy—. I'm trying to get it out, but it's useless. I can't. —Silvana let out a series of short moans that were quite more evident than the previous ones. From shame (and to try to muffle the noise) she pushed her head deeper into the hollow formed by her arm—. Do you believe me if I tell you I can feel his lips? And I don't mean the external... but the internal... those that protrude from the vagina.
To emphasize his explanation, he lightly pinched one of those vaginal lips above the fabric.
–Yes, I believe you… –Silvana felt her defenses (so strong and solid) crumbling. In some way she had managed to bring her to a state of torpor, where her mind was clouded by pleasure... I think I told her that I have those lips a bit more fleshy than usual. And the thong always gets stuck inside my use the word: pussy, especially when I wear tight pants.
It must be because she wears very small panties.
Yes, that could be, I acknowledge it. Today I put on a very small one... it's just I didn't want to show too much with the pants.
And now you see the result, Silvana... these lips swallowed it all.
Silvana couldn't help but laugh. The situation with Osvaldo was passing from being humiliating and uncomfortable to absurdly funny. Excitement was wreaking havoc in her mind, as if it were a drug that clouded judgment.
—And thongs aren't the only thing these lips swallow...
What's she referring to? Oh... is it because of my fingers?
He pressed with more force, Silvana felt as the first phalanx sank into the hole of her pussy.
Ah... I didn't just mean that, although it applies well in this case. Be careful, Osvaldo... don't go too far in, or you might lose a finger.
I don't think that will happen, Silvana... nor do I think you have teeth in your vagina.
Again she let out an uncomfortable laugh, a result of sexual intoxication.
It was just a way of saying it, Osvaldo. Don't take it so literally. Tell me honestly... Can you see any moisture stain?
How's your pee?
Not necessarily... it's that... with the process of removing stains --I didn't mean 'fiddling around'-- maybe my vagina played a bad trick on me. Do I explain?
Oh yes, I understand perfectly... let me see... She went back down behind Silvana, caressed her pussy two or three times and then said... Can you lift your leg a bit?
Silvana didn't just lift her left leg slightly, but instead put her knee on the counter, leaving it as if she were a slut about to pee on a tree.
—Eh... it wasn't necessary to lift her up that much, she's showing too much and it wasn't my intention...
—At this height I don't care anymore —said Silvana, another great mistake that Osvaldo would surely know how to take advantage of—. Just look if I'm wet, because... I feel wet.
Mmm... let's see... with this artificial light and the color of this jean, it's hard to tell —opened the word 'pussy' using her two thumbs and started analyzing like an expert gynecologist in analysis while wearing clothes—. There might be a slight stain of moisture, but it's very faint...
Ugh... that's a relief...
However, if you feel wet, it's just a matter of time before your pants start getting wet. Although... we can avoid that.
—How?
Could you undo your pants? I'm not saying to take them off, of course. Just release the button for a minute.
Silvana lowered her leg at the same time that Osvaldo stood up. At this height his brain was already a nebulous mix of anger, shame... and excitement. It didn't seem so serious to him to unbutton it, so he did.
What he didn't imagine was that Osvaldo's strategy consisted of putting his hand inside, just above her booty.
Hey... what's he doing?
Don't be scared, I'm just trying to adjust your underwear, that will give you the protection you need.
Silvana was about to say: 'That could have been done by me, degenerate son of a slut', but at that moment she heard the taxi starting to honk its horn.
Hurry up... hurry up... get settled already.
Osvaldo struggled to push his hand deeper into his pants.
It's difficult —he said—, still too tight.
Silvana had no other alternative than to lower the zipper... as she saw that this wasn't enough, she had to let her pants drop a bit, more or less until halfway down her buttocks. That's when Osvaldo's left hand finally reached its destination. Silvana let out another moan, combined with a gasping sigh of anguish. The fingers slid directly onto her vaginal lips, inside the thong.
Ouch, yes it's very wet —commented Osvaldo—. It seems that the matter is more serious than we imagined.
It's that... I get off very easily... and let's say I lube up very well. Too well, for my taste.
Come on, stupid... keep giving her information about your word: pussy. Why don't you tell her how you masturbate before sleeping, since you're at it?
That's exactly what I was going to say, it shows that you lubricate very well; but believe me, that's something positive. It lets you enjoy better penetrations.
—Ah... yes, that's very true... —it gave her the shivers to hear Osvaldo talk about 'enjoying penetrations'.
Silvana discovered, to her complete astonishment, that the uncomfortable chat she was having with the doorman was too similar to the type of conversation she wanted to have with her boyfriend... or maybe with Paulina. And what confused her most was that... at a certain point, she was even enjoying it. Once again, her defenses were destroyed.
—Osvaldo is the thong very wet? —Another taxi driver's blunder, which was probably already getting impatient. He would have liked to find a way to warn him that he was almost ready, wait for it.
I regret to tell you that yes —Silvana noticed how Osvaldo's fingers were trying to stretch the thong fabric and at the same time rubbing her pussy directly, Osvaldo's fingers were lubricating themselves—. To make matters worse, it doesn't seem like the escape is going to stop —he put a finger inside the hole of her pussy, this time there was no fabric to stop it—. One could say that the rubber broke... you know, it's dripping like the pipe I fixed at your house.
Silvana let out a laugh, maybe it was pure psychotic delirium, since she couldn't believe she was allowing that guy to put his fingers in her like that.
By experience, I know it won't stop for a good while. Look, you don't seem as bad to me anymore as I thought, you helped me a lot in a difficult moment... and solved the problem with the faucet. I'll have a truly confident act, just because I'm already desperate... and I don't want to have a nervous breakdown. It's better to take it calmly... and with humor.
Yes, that's the best way to approach this type of situations. You don't have to make such a big deal out of it, it's just a small mishap, it could happen to anyone.
Totally agree -- Silvana lowered her pants more, exposing her complete buttocks... including the word: pussy --. Put the thong on me well.
—Very well, although it won't be an easy task... your vulva is biting the fabric like a rabid pitbull.
Silvana let out another guffaw. Why did everything suddenly seem so funny and intoxicating to her? Had her brain imploded?
Is he also referring to excessive drooling with 'rabid'? Silvana joked, laughing.
Of course! Osvaldo smiled. There's going to be a lot of trouble. You heard the sound of a car accelerating. I think his taxi is gone... he's going to be late for work.
—That seems... and it's not good after so many days without going to work. They'll think I'm irresponsible. But okay, I'll try to give a good excuse. I never arrive late. —Silvana leaned her hands on the desk, her legs as far apart as the pants allowed at the knees and her Booty well lifted. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and could see how her pussy was biting the thong... like it was a rabid pitbull.
—Do you want me to help with that? —Asked Osvaldo.
She could have done it herself; but she thought it would be impolite to reject the goalkeeper's proposal after he had helped her so much... or maybe just because the situation already seemed fun to her.
Okay, help me...
Osvaldo thought it was better to crouch down, she saw in the mirror how the guy's face was just a few centimeters from her ass. While maneuvering with the thong fabric, he could take a good look at all of her pussy.
Now the goalkeeper knows all my intimacy, thought Silvana, while struggling not to move. The scratches of her fingers didn't seem intentional, but they were touching a very sensitive area of her body.
—Well, I think it's over —said Osvaldo—. Although this won't solve the problem of humidity.
—That's why don't worry. I work sitting behind a desk, I don't think anyone will notice. Many thanks for everything, Osvaldo. He was very good to me. And I hope he doesn't tell anyone about the little problem I had.
Stay calm, Silvana... as I told you, the secrets of the building stay with me.
Okay, I like it that way —he put his pants back up and buttoned them again—. If you don't mind, I'll leave right now. I don't want to waste any more time.
I understand perfectly... and I recommend you use your car. It doesn't matter how long it takes to get it out of the garage, it will probably be less time than waiting for a taxi.
—Yes, you're right... thanks for the advice.
Silvana walked out quickly, still able to feel the echo of the roces against her pussy. She would have had to be angry, but instead she felt good. Happy... amused. The situation was something ridiculous; but it left her very hot... and that's something she can't deny.
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