Previous post
Next post
Compendium IIII had a long night. I went to bed around 3 am reviewing the latest data from the reports. My lack of sleep was overwhelming, to the point that I could barely function. Not even had I been able to go to the gym, which for someone who obsesses over routines is practically catastrophic. But still, Sonia and I were meticulously reviewing the data, entry by entry, to make sure the same typing error from last year didn't happen (and probably, I'll tell more about it later because I was a summer bachelor for a month...), until finally, my well-deserved vacations started.
As I walked through the lobby, my thoughts drifted towards my reliable Marisol. Women like her are perfect, since having traveled to exotic locations like Japan, Indonesia, and even back in our country, she shows the same enthusiasm if I propose a road trip with no fixed route, as we still explore this unknown country.
And I was leaving... almost leaving the lobby of the company building...
Among the disconcerting commotion, I recognized a melodic voice...· Marco? Marco? What are you doing here? Isabella. The mere mention of her name made me shudder to the bone. Despite her attractiveness, encounters with her had been more troublesome than pleasant. And this didn't seem like an exception.
She stopped in front of me, seductive as always, wearing a brown business dress, professional and well-tailored, and classic heels that accentuated her curves. Her gaze, full of flirtatious intentions, focused on me, with her small fingers playing shamelessly with my tie.- I work here. – I replied briefly, with a slight tone of annoyance. - What are you doing here?
A satisfying smile settled on her crimson lips.· My husband is raising funds for the mayor's office. - He was still purring while playing with my tie. - But I must say it's a pleasant surprise to see you dressed so formally.
- Ah, I see! Well, good luck. Tell Lily hello from me. – I bid her farewell almost curtly, eager to escape her charms.
- Her eyes widened in panic the instant...· Wait a little! Maybe you can help me. – She implored, adopting the role of 'damsel in distress' - My husband is in the conference room and I don't know how to get there... if only someone would tell me where it is... Would you have the courtesy to take me there?
It's clear that Isabella's dramatic skills leave much to be desired...
- Yes, I suppose! – I accepted with a less than enthusiastic willingness to guide her towards the elevators.
I can't deny the appeal of Isabella, but in her lies the problem: women like her hide their intentions under charm and seduction, making it difficult to decipher their true motives. It's a delicate dance of manipulation, where every smile and flirt follows a previously calculated purpose. My experiences with Isabella have taught me that following her game often leads to bizarre situations, at least.
In contrast, my nightingale is refreshingly more sincere. With years of shared history, she already understands my pragmatic nature. If she wanted, for example, to vacation in the Caribbean, we would discuss the feasibility of the trip and adapt to any decision we made. Isabella, on the other hand, would demand it without questioning, falsely believing she deserves such luxuries.
And as I discovered that afternoon, each of her words merits a meticulous study.· You're a delight! – she replied, kissing me loudly on the cheek. And although for her it meant a small victory, for me, her kiss didn't have a great impact and unconsciously, it was the root of another problem... However, and much more resigned to the idea, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get to know the kind of person her husband was. - How is Lily? – I asked, since she had taken my arm without my permission. My question took her by surprise...· Hey!...I think it's fine... she's at home... with the babysitter? That tone of distrust bothered me. In my case, I knew that my daughters were probably watching cartoons at home with Marisol and that Bastián, since it was Friday, had to be in his Taekwondo classes with Elena. While we waited, a familiar figure approached us, her seductive high heels speeding up the steps of her smooth, soft, and delicate feet as they grew with her jealousy...vHey boss! Hey boss! It's great to see you! – interrupted Gloria, eyeing us from head to toe alongside Isabella.
And when I noticed her furious eyes on my cheek, I realized I forgot to clean it after Isabella's kiss.My former secretary was carrying jealousy to the surface of her skin, which could be appreciated by the immediate dislike for Isabella and the tone of urgency in her voice...
Or maybe it's because Isabella is one of those women who instinctively generates that response.
It has been 4 years since Sonia and I promoted her to her current position. Throughout this time, she has been handling environmental matters without problems. Even, I know she has a romance with my friend Nelson.
But still, she mounted a fit of jealousy.vChief, I need you to review a document for me! - Now?vYes, now. I need you to accompany me to my office. How did I know it was a fit of jealousy? First, because she didn't greet me, despite not having seen each other in person for about 2 months. Second, the way she looked at Isabella. I don't deny that Gloria is beautiful, but Isabella surpasses her by far. Although she cut her hair and styled her dark curls in a more modern way, her celestial eyes and modest figure couldn't compete with Isabella's innate exuberance. - Can't you send it to Sonia to review? – I asked, following the regular procedure.vNo, boss! You have to do it... - Can't you send it by mail? I'm just leaving for my vacations...vNo, boss! It's something that can't wait. But all that was a lie. As I mentioned, Sonia and I were thoroughly reviewing the latest reports to make sure it didn't happen again like last year's digitization error, which forced us to sacrifice one of our months off, so all the information Gloria gave me could wait until vacation time. - Look, Gloria! If you want, I'll review it as soon as I get home. But I have to escort her to the conference room.vSo then, let me accompany you! - What for? Don't you need to have your document checked? Sonia must be about to leave. With some luck, you can find her in her office.vBut... He ran out of arguments. When we got to the ninth floor, he got off reluctantly.· It's hard to find good employees! - Isabella commented with a malicious satisfaction.
Her comment irritated me, confirming my suspicions.
We arrived at the conference room of floor 17, which was closed and despite being interested in meeting her husband, my enthusiasm wasn't enough to wait alongside her.· Will you keep me company? – she coquettishly demanded that I sit next to her. - Will you leave me alone?
I had no other option but to sit in the solitary corridor. I couldn't deny it was quite nice and elegant, with polished wooden floors shining immaculately. The dark panel walls, featuring elaborate carvings of banquet scenes and prosperity, gave a touch of opulence to the surroundings. However, what I like most is the view: large windows with a panoramic view of the adjacent buildings, complemented by some plants in marble pots strategically placed, giving a sense of peace and harmony while waiting.
Since we would have to wait for a good hour, I asked her how she knew him...
After failing to enter university, Isabella found herself navigating the city's bureaucratic corridors, working as a social worker for the mayor's office. At first, she was relegated to mundane tasks like delivering packages, reviewing surveys, and distributing pamphlets. But her stunning appearance and innate charm didn't go unnoticed.
It was behind the administrative curtains that she crossed paths with an older and distinguished man, captivated by her attractiveness and vivacity. Their initial connection blossomed into a wild romance, which evolved to the point where they started living together, got married, and later, her husband's meteoric rise to a respected position as counsel to the mayor.
However, although this new economic and social status brought stability to their marriage, it came with a cost. Her demanding work consumed most of his time and attention, leaving little space for cultivating their relationship. Dates became less frequent, and intimate moments scarcer, until the vibrant connection between them began to fade away.
Since the pressures from her obligations Professionals of the husband were growing, so were the wife's infidelities, gnawing at the structure of the marriage. Isabella found herself relegated to the role of a mere 'trophy wife', with her identity obscured by social obligations and maternal responsibilities for her daughter.
Amidst all this emotional turmoil, Isabella sought solace and company outside of marriage, unaware of the passage of time. Fourteen years had slipped away in an instant, leaving her with the bitter sensation that the life she had envisioned was far removed from reality.
Despite her apparent sincerity, I couldn't help but question the veracity of her story. Not only had I not met her husband yet, but the almost absent mention of Lily in her last testimony bothered me. Unlike Isabella, who seemed completely unaware of her daughter's routine, I take pride in knowing my own children's habits and whereabouts, to the point of knowing their tastes and hobbies.
However, I cannot deny that our brief conversation drew me closer to her, despite my initial reservations.
A little later, the doors of the conference room opened, and to my pleasant surprise, I found myself face to face with Edith, our company's CEO.· Marco! What are you doing here? Don't tell me you've decided to come back to work with us! - she asked, embracing me fraternaly.
Despite my 4 years of remote work, finding myself with Edith filled me with a sense of nostalgia for the disciplined and ethical environment she instilled in her offices. I was glad to see that her unbreakable professionalism and admirable behavior continued to be an inspiration to everyone who worked under her leadership.
-No. I've come to leave some reports with Sonia and I've accompanied my friend because it seems her husband is here...- I replied.
But just as opaque clouds announce a storm, I felt a pang in my ribs upon distinguishing her figure...
Those blonde curls, that obscene bust, that wasp waist and those cream-colored pants, which gave her at least some decency but hid a precious pair of turned legs, with that tempting silk blouse, ruined my existence despite her beauty.For Maddie, it wasn't pleasant to see me either. I could tell she still felt the tension between us as strongly as I did. It was clear she still hadn't gotten over Albert, her fiancé, and the bad times he put her through after that disastrous Halloween party in 2019, just like I didn't forget that it was her revenge that forced me to move to the outskirts of town, which I mentioned earlier.
But we maintained civility towards each other's emotions, since Edith could still scold us if she saw us arguing.
However, I had a small victory when I saw her with Isabella, who also instantly disliked seeing a woman with a better figure than hers.
And Edith's words only worsened the mood between them.andAh, then you must be the wife of the counselor! exclaimed Edith, taking Isabella's hands. - I thought for a moment that you were my wife! The comment drew an annoyed sigh from Isabella, who looked at me with displeasure.· Excuse me!... How do you think a woman like me…? -Isabella started, but I interrupted her quickly, taking advantage of the opportunity to deflate her inflated ego.-Of course not! -I continued cordially, looking at Isabella's eyes. -Marisol is much more attractive, sexy, and has much better character.
The initial annoyance of Isabella melted into several feelings. On one hand, frustration, recognizing that, despite her beauty, Marisol still surpassed her. On the other, entertainment, avoiding my eyes smiling and a slight blush on her cheeks, which could be interpreted between shame and pleasure, leaving it evident that the comment didn't offend her much.
Meanwhile, Madeleine's reaction was unmistakable. The burning intensity of her gaze betrayed the deep hatred she felt for me. It seemed as if every word I exchanged with Isabella filled her with a thirst for revenge. Her clenched hands and tightened jaw manifested it subtly.Ø Who's here? – commented a deep masculine voice that emerged from Edith's back.
His figure was imposing. Although he was an older man than me, bordering on 50 years old, his square jawline gave him a rugged and masculine charm, complemented by his deep blue eyes, which gave him a dominant expression capable of both captivating and intimidating at the same time. His red hair, tousled as if he had just returned from a hike.
However, his robust physical build and tall stature (I estimated around 1.95 meters), along with the bronzed color of his skin, suggested a life that enjoys Australian sun. Finally, his broad shoulders and upright posture exuded an air of confidence and physical ability.
His clothing, on the other hand, followed the perfect executive style tailored to his measure, giving him a sophisticated air from the business world.
Still, I found it very curious that although Isabella briefly smiled at her husband's appearance, he seemed not to even recognize her existence, as if her entire presence was irrelevant. This observation made me question their commitment within marriage and the real reasons why Isabella accompanied Victor to the company.
A slight sense of discomfort settled on my shoulders, contemplating the possibility that Isabella's presence in the building lobby may not have been accidental. Could she have waited for me, despite only coming once a week to Sonia's office?
This thought left me even more intrigued about her, unsure whether it was admirable or worrying, and quite uncertain how to interpret it.andHe is Marco. He's one of our best employees. - Edith introduced me to him, slightly irritating Maddie. - He takes care of coordinating over 60% of the maintenance plans for our mines by himself.Ø Amazing! - said the man, offering his enormous hand to greet me, but looking at me with his intense eyes as if trying to hypnotize me.orMarco, he is the counselor Victor. He has come to request funds for the mayor's office.Ø But tell me, Marco. Have you participated in our democratic processes?
For some reason, I felt like you were trying to indoctrinate me, due to your tone of voice and the assertive gestures of his hands. As we conversed, it became much clearer that he was still following his own interests, trying to instill his perspective in me. This did not please me, since I am one of those people who prefer establishing an open dialogue rather than imposing opinions on others.
I explained that both I and Marisol, despite having residency, didn't feel confident enough to criticize the Australian system, given that we constantly compare it with our own country's and, although there are minor problems, we don't find them as grave as to complain about them.
Noticing my lack of interest, he decided to leave us, since his agenda was very busy. However, I couldn't help but notice the familiarity in his conversation with Maddie, where his hand was much lower and almost around her waist, a rather intimate gesture, compared to Edith's, who kept a distance, with her arm extended over her hip. It was difficult to ignore the implications, especially since he didn't even address a word to his wife.· Thanks, Marco! Thanks for everything! – exclaimed Isabella, as she saw he wasn't paying attention to her. And when I first heard her say it and give thanks, she smiled in that flirtatious way she usually does...· Although I was thinking that... you and I don't spend much time together... - she started again with her manipulation game, taking my tie once more. - It's true, Isabella. But as you'll be able to notice, I work... - I replied, out of mere curiosity to know where she was going.· What a bad one you are! she continued, putting on a coquettish and spoiled voice. I've done so many things for you and you haven't done anything! I couldn't help laughing... - Excuse me? She kept focusing on my tie to avoid looking at my eyes... · Well... it's not that I've done things per se... but yes, I've forgiven you for many things... like when you insulted my daughter, for example... or like on the parents' center outing, where you left me alone and defenseless... or like right now, introducing you to my husband. - Oh, please! I exclaimed, at his impudence. - You know very well that none of this is true, Right? And indeed, he had the audacity to look me in the eye.· But it's true! It bothered me!... and I was thinking that… the only way to forgive you is… if you invite me on a date now.
- How? Now? – I asked, looking at my watch. It was almost half past five in the afternoon.· Yes, now! – demanded with energy. - Taking advantage that we're in Downtown, you look so handsome and don't have anything better to do.
In reality, I disagreed with the last point of hers, but since she wouldn't leave me alone with those 'supposed debts', I didn't have any other option but to accept.
- Alright! – I replied, smiling at her impudence.· Really? - She asked, giving a slight jump of incredulity. - Yes, but I warn you that I don't have much time.· Don't worry! - She said, victorious. - You'll never forget this date with me...
In my insides, I was repeating the same thing to myself exactly...
We went back to the elevators and as they can imagine by the hour, these weren't empty at all. They're designed for 20 people and at that hour (of departure), it surprised me quite how they were filling up.
We took advantage of settling in the back part and as the space was reducing, I took the opportunity to grope her ass.
· Bad boy! Bad boy! –he started to groan softly, feeling my fingers rising and falling along his rear groove. On the 12th floor, I took advantage of being behind her and waited for the volume of people to do the rest. Indeed, already arriving at the 10th floor, Isabella began to rub her backside against my pelvis.· Bad!... ah… Bad! ...-she breathed discreetly, swaying over my erection.
But it was on the ninth floor, the old floor where my offices were, that everything intensified.
I spotted Gloria angry, forcing people to let her in. But next to her, my good friend Nelson, who with his larger physical volume, positioned himself beside her, making the pressure of the crowd squeeze Isabella more against me.· Ah...- she exclaimed, as my left hand wrapped around her waist and stimulated her pelvis with circular massages around her pubis. - Bad boy!... Bad! ...- she sentenced between whispers.
But in the slow advance and stop of the elevator, I took advantage of the indifference of the subject to my right to rub Isabella's breast and squeeze it, pressing the dilated nipple between my fingers.
-Do you feel good, slut? - I whispered in her ear, noting how her sighs became more intense. - Do you want me to make you cum here? With my fingers? In front of all of them?· Bad boy!... No, please!... she replied weakly, as my fingers feasted between her legs.
-Are you sure? – I whispered in her ear, pressing my fingers against her pelvis. - I can make you come before the first one!
Isabella let out a faint moan...· Please! – she repeated, although I think I misunderstood...
I discreetly lifted her skirt with my left hand, hidden from the rest and directed it directly to her thong. As expected, the alderman's wife was very wet and it wasn't a big problem to apply Marisol's favorite technique to introduce my fingers into her interior.
She started to moan more and more, moving incesantly on my penis. Her nipple between my fingers was swollen and hard, so I took advantage of squeezing and caressing it cunningly.
We were reaching the third floor and my finger movement was almost Olympic: my ring and middle fingers entered and exited with some fluidity, making her have to contain herself in her moans.
And when the bell on the second floor rang, Isabella came: her pelvis convulsed happily over my fingers and I thought it prudent to withdraw so we could decent ourselves.
It was then that Isabella let out a light sigh that caught the attention of the subject to my right, who managed to see how she released me from her breast and moved her buttocks away from my crotch.
Contemplating Isabella's beauty, the subject remained with his mouth open, while she adjusted her hair and the part of her chest I had been caressing. Amused by the situation, I indicated to the subject that he keep silent, putting my wet fingers on my lips and tasting a woman's juices for the first time.
When we reached the first floor, Gloria and Nelson were already arguing and my good friend was still following my former secretary, trying in vain to put things right.
But the subject to my right couldn't help but steal glances at Isabella, who, knowing she had been discovered, wanted us to leave the elevator as soon as possible...· How did you dare to do that to me? she protested as she left the building.
Oh, you were the one who insisted we go on a date. - I replied stubbornly.· Yes, but... Then let's leave it here.· What? - Yes, let's leave it here. I replied, not giving in. The first time I spoke to you, I told you I don't go out with silly girls... and if you think I'm going to waste my precious time with you... (I emphasized, looking at the clock) you're free to leave.• But Marco...- she begged, trying to victimize herself again in vain.
-No! You know my rules! - I imposed myself on her. - If you want to go out with me, you'll have to follow my instructions without protesting.· It's fine! she replied weakly.
And taking advantage of her submission, I grabbed her by the butt...
- And this, you must prepare. - Her eyes looked at me with terror. - When I get back from vacation, it will be one of the first things I'll want to try, so you'll have to be ready, do you understand?
Although she was tense and scared, I could notice submission in her eyes· Yes! – she replied, still surprised by my change of attitude.
- Good girl! – I congratulated her, already eager to test my newly gained authority over her. – I think you deserve a couple of gifts for your good behavior…
I offered her my arm. Isabella was very smiling. Who knows what she was thinking, but my gifts were very different from what she expected...Next post
1 comentários - PDB 14 Iba de salida… (I)
Necesita que le rompan bien el orto.