Chapter 2: Hi Laura!
It was a very tense moment. Giulia, despite her short age, gave an enormous drama to the situation. Maybe I'm paranoid, maybe it was just my impression, but it seemed like she had prepared the moment.
We were the four of us sitting at the table, and in a moment of silence the girl asked her father if he had ever pushed mom against the window. Laura and I froze, looked at each other sideways, and knew that the storm was about to break out. Juan David hadn't fully understood his little daughter's question, What are you referring to, kiddo? Giula told him that I had been pushing her mother while she leaned on the window frame, 'but mom resisted not to fall', the little girl sentenced.
Juan David got up furious from the table and immediately threw a punch at me without giving me a chance to react, throwing me straight to the floor. He was about to keep attacking me but Laura intervened, stop it, leave him alone, it's my fault, I provoked him, she said to defend me. He barely clutched his head with both hands, looked at her fixedly; his gaze was full of resentment. He remained like that for a few seconds before breaking the silence by saying get out of my house, slut, turned around and locked himself in a room. She rushed against the door and begged him to talk and settle things, but Juan David never responded.
I headed to the room where I was staying and started packing my suitcase. I knew that my hours in Laura's apartment had come to an end. Laura, since her husband didn't answer, left home with me. I had no other option, I had no family there, nor anywhere to spend the night, nor even money, as I economically depended on Juan David.
Fortunately Laura was carrying good weather in Turin, so she knew the city very well, just like where to get a relatively affordable hotel for the night.
I had two days left in Italy, then I planned to take a tour around nearby countries like Portugal, Spain, France, and if I could afford it, England. But those plans were going to change. I couldn't leave Laura alone in this situation. She hoped her husband's anger would decrease over time, so while that was happening, she'd spend the time with me.
It seemed to me that it was a plan that didn't make sense, since surely her husband wouldn't take kindly to her having gone with me. Although he didn't necessarily have to know she was with me, he might think Laura would be spending those days at some friend's or acquaintance's house.
Laura didn't stop crying from the time we got to the hotel until we checked into a room. She didn't reproach me for anything, but she constantly lamented having ruined her marriage, the possibility of living with her husband and daughter, and the happiness she had enjoyed since arriving in Italy to live with Juan David. I was consoling her, trying to cheer her up by telling her that her husband would forgive her, although deep down I wished he wouldn't, as it meant I could convince her to come back with me to our beloved Manizales.
We checked in at theHotel MiramontiThat night. We left my things and went out to dinner. Laura wouldn't stop talking about her drama, which was completely understandable, since it had just happened, although for me it didn't stop being annoying to have to listen to her lamenting what she had lost.
When we returned to the hotel and went to bed, the situation didn't change much. Laura was on the side of the bed, in the middle of darkness, started crying. I turned over, hugged her, and began to caress her hair, sliding my hand smoothly over her head as I tried to calm her down with my words.
She, besides suffering from the fight with her husband, had anxiety about what was going to be of her. Because in the many years she had spent in Italy, she had never had a stable job, always having lived off Juan David's salary. Her professional title in Italy was not considered, besides not counting with validations and other requirements to practice.
I offered to cancel my travel plans for the rest of the continent, to stay there a few more days, serving as support while she found a job. That calmed her down a bit.
Later exhaustion defeated her and she fell into a deep sleep. Initially I also did, but in the early morning I woke up from the suffocating heat. At that moment temptation defeated me, and it wasn't for nothing, Laura was sleeping beside me just like in old times, I had to take advantage of the opportunity. She was there, lying on the bed, without any blanket covering her, I suppose she had pushed them aside in her sleep and with the strong heat.
I covered her with the sheet, got under this and quickly headed to her vagina. I intended to give her a wet dream with my tongue. Well, actually my intention was to screw her once more, but I didn't know how she would react when waking up and finding herself there, enjoying her without her consent.
Regardless, it didn't bother me, I was obsessed and understood that I had to take advantage of this situation in which she was practically forced to spend the night with me.
She slept with a short and a t-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything else. I slowly pulled off the short. I slid it off little by little until I could take it off her. I didn't feel like taking off her underwear, so I just pushed them aside a bit towards the side to reveal her intimate area.
Without any contemplation I placed my face and specifically my tongue on her vagina. I started licking it smoothly, I didn't want to wake her up suddenly, so I didn't rush. Occasionally, I would lift my gaze to see her reaction.
She was still asleep, but at the same time enjoyed what was happening, as she occasionally let out some gasps. She was also gesturing, showing that she had a pleasant dream. I started caressing her pubic area and the surroundings of her vulva like an additional stimulus, wanting her to really enjoy this moment.
During a few more minutes I continued to stimulate her vagina with my tongue. She had woken up, although I didn't know it, since she disguised it very well.
I once noticed that she took hold of my head with both hands and pushed my face against her pussy. I doubted she would do things like this and with such force in the middle of sleep, so when I could finally pull my face away from her warm pussy, I looked at her and noted how she was smiling, how she was looking at me with a high degree of complicity for what she was doing.
I started giving him small kisses around his pubic area and gradually went up to his abdomen, the channel of his breasts, his shoulders, his neck, and finally his mouth.We got lost in a long kiss, which I was accompanying with manual stimulation in her vagina.
She separated her lips from mine, turned around, got down on all fours and once again put her face-to-face with her pussy. I didn't give up manual stimulation, and once more approached my hand to her pussy, which by that late hour of the morning was burning noticeably.
Initially I masturbated her only by placing the palm of my hand with the superficial part of her vagina, but excitement was overcoming us, so my hand would slowly be introducing itself into her pussy, while she moved, each time in a more brutal way, seeking exactly that; for my fingers and part of my hand to enter her humanity.
Occasionally she would turn her head to look at me, demonstrating with her gestures that she was enjoying the situation; showing me how her teeth were biting her lips, and letting me see the lovely shape of her mouth as she let out her moans.
I introduced two fingers and started feeling the interior of her pussy. Initially with great softness and delicacy, but noticing that there was no rebuke from her side, I increased the pace at which I did it. There came a moment when any attempt at delicacy was lost; my fingers were entering and leaving at full speed and with great vehemence.
I couldn't resist anymore, so I pulled out my penis and quickly inserted it into her 'all-terrain vagina'. From my side, there was never any moment of willingness to be delicate while screwing her, commonly known as making love, no way, I went straight for the meat, to penetrate her with complete brutality from the start.
So much so that it didn't take long for him to start whipping his buttocks. She was enjoying it. He didn't tell me, but her gestures and complicit moans were evidence of it. His plump buttocks trembled with each of my whips, and slowly turned reddish.
Then I grabbed her by the hair with both hands, guiding her towards me, helping the movements to be always forceful and deep. Unfortunately, my physical condition was getting the better of me, so I had to slow down the pace.
I asked him to change positions, the missionary being the one that required less effort from me. I penetrated him again, this time without any hurry, without overflowing carnal instinct. In fact, I started very slowly, trying thus to recover my breath and enjoy another aspect of sex.
I loved being able to look at her face while I was screwing her. Seeing her beady eyes, provocative lips, and complicit smile. I enjoyed seeing her slightly open her mouth, whether it was to release a moan or gasp; that micro-expression where she quickly furrowed her brow, or simply see her press her teeth.
It drove me crazy to be able to kiss her at the same time as I felt the humidity of her vagina, grabbing her tightly around the hips, as if she were about to escape, in order to make penetration more precise and deep. I loved having her face-to-face to talk dirty to her, to express how much I had missed the slut that she was.
I enjoyed every time she buried her nails in my back and started sliding her hands to leave marks on me. I also went crazy grabbing her head with both hands, preventing her from looking at anything else except my face.
As the rhythm increased, her moans did the same. Her orgasm was visible, since I knew well how she felt it, I knew that when she wraps you and squeezes you tightly with her legs, she wants to say she's touching heaven. I wasn't far from feeling the same, seeing her thousand faces of pleasure and feeling her sweaty body against mine, was enough reason for me to release my sperm in her pussy again. At the same time, I kissed her. Then I let myself fall onto the bed, both of us gazing at the ceiling and very satisfied with the improvised sex session. I took her hand and proposed starting over with me, leaving Italy and returning to be with me.
But she refused. Giulia was a sufficient reason to fight in Italy. If I have to work as a cashier, restocking clerk, homemaker, whatever it is, I don't care, but I want to see my daughter grow, she said, destroying my hopes of recovering her.
I didn't have any other option but to accept, enjoy the days I would spend with her before returning to my country.
It was a very tense moment. Giulia, despite her short age, gave an enormous drama to the situation. Maybe I'm paranoid, maybe it was just my impression, but it seemed like she had prepared the moment.
We were the four of us sitting at the table, and in a moment of silence the girl asked her father if he had ever pushed mom against the window. Laura and I froze, looked at each other sideways, and knew that the storm was about to break out. Juan David hadn't fully understood his little daughter's question, What are you referring to, kiddo? Giula told him that I had been pushing her mother while she leaned on the window frame, 'but mom resisted not to fall', the little girl sentenced.
Juan David got up furious from the table and immediately threw a punch at me without giving me a chance to react, throwing me straight to the floor. He was about to keep attacking me but Laura intervened, stop it, leave him alone, it's my fault, I provoked him, she said to defend me. He barely clutched his head with both hands, looked at her fixedly; his gaze was full of resentment. He remained like that for a few seconds before breaking the silence by saying get out of my house, slut, turned around and locked himself in a room. She rushed against the door and begged him to talk and settle things, but Juan David never responded.
I headed to the room where I was staying and started packing my suitcase. I knew that my hours in Laura's apartment had come to an end. Laura, since her husband didn't answer, left home with me. I had no other option, I had no family there, nor anywhere to spend the night, nor even money, as I economically depended on Juan David.
Fortunately Laura was carrying good weather in Turin, so she knew the city very well, just like where to get a relatively affordable hotel for the night.
I had two days left in Italy, then I planned to take a tour around nearby countries like Portugal, Spain, France, and if I could afford it, England. But those plans were going to change. I couldn't leave Laura alone in this situation. She hoped her husband's anger would decrease over time, so while that was happening, she'd spend the time with me.
It seemed to me that it was a plan that didn't make sense, since surely her husband wouldn't take kindly to her having gone with me. Although he didn't necessarily have to know she was with me, he might think Laura would be spending those days at some friend's or acquaintance's house.
Laura didn't stop crying from the time we got to the hotel until we checked into a room. She didn't reproach me for anything, but she constantly lamented having ruined her marriage, the possibility of living with her husband and daughter, and the happiness she had enjoyed since arriving in Italy to live with Juan David. I was consoling her, trying to cheer her up by telling her that her husband would forgive her, although deep down I wished he wouldn't, as it meant I could convince her to come back with me to our beloved Manizales.
We checked in at theHotel MiramontiThat night. We left my things and went out to dinner. Laura wouldn't stop talking about her drama, which was completely understandable, since it had just happened, although for me it didn't stop being annoying to have to listen to her lamenting what she had lost.
When we returned to the hotel and went to bed, the situation didn't change much. Laura was on the side of the bed, in the middle of darkness, started crying. I turned over, hugged her, and began to caress her hair, sliding my hand smoothly over her head as I tried to calm her down with my words.
She, besides suffering from the fight with her husband, had anxiety about what was going to be of her. Because in the many years she had spent in Italy, she had never had a stable job, always having lived off Juan David's salary. Her professional title in Italy was not considered, besides not counting with validations and other requirements to practice.
I offered to cancel my travel plans for the rest of the continent, to stay there a few more days, serving as support while she found a job. That calmed her down a bit.
Later exhaustion defeated her and she fell into a deep sleep. Initially I also did, but in the early morning I woke up from the suffocating heat. At that moment temptation defeated me, and it wasn't for nothing, Laura was sleeping beside me just like in old times, I had to take advantage of the opportunity. She was there, lying on the bed, without any blanket covering her, I suppose she had pushed them aside in her sleep and with the strong heat.
I covered her with the sheet, got under this and quickly headed to her vagina. I intended to give her a wet dream with my tongue. Well, actually my intention was to screw her once more, but I didn't know how she would react when waking up and finding herself there, enjoying her without her consent.
Regardless, it didn't bother me, I was obsessed and understood that I had to take advantage of this situation in which she was practically forced to spend the night with me.
She slept with a short and a t-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything else. I slowly pulled off the short. I slid it off little by little until I could take it off her. I didn't feel like taking off her underwear, so I just pushed them aside a bit towards the side to reveal her intimate area.
Without any contemplation I placed my face and specifically my tongue on her vagina. I started licking it smoothly, I didn't want to wake her up suddenly, so I didn't rush. Occasionally, I would lift my gaze to see her reaction.
She was still asleep, but at the same time enjoyed what was happening, as she occasionally let out some gasps. She was also gesturing, showing that she had a pleasant dream. I started caressing her pubic area and the surroundings of her vulva like an additional stimulus, wanting her to really enjoy this moment.
During a few more minutes I continued to stimulate her vagina with my tongue. She had woken up, although I didn't know it, since she disguised it very well.
I once noticed that she took hold of my head with both hands and pushed my face against her pussy. I doubted she would do things like this and with such force in the middle of sleep, so when I could finally pull my face away from her warm pussy, I looked at her and noted how she was smiling, how she was looking at me with a high degree of complicity for what she was doing.
I started giving him small kisses around his pubic area and gradually went up to his abdomen, the channel of his breasts, his shoulders, his neck, and finally his mouth.We got lost in a long kiss, which I was accompanying with manual stimulation in her vagina.
She separated her lips from mine, turned around, got down on all fours and once again put her face-to-face with her pussy. I didn't give up manual stimulation, and once more approached my hand to her pussy, which by that late hour of the morning was burning noticeably.
Initially I masturbated her only by placing the palm of my hand with the superficial part of her vagina, but excitement was overcoming us, so my hand would slowly be introducing itself into her pussy, while she moved, each time in a more brutal way, seeking exactly that; for my fingers and part of my hand to enter her humanity.
Occasionally she would turn her head to look at me, demonstrating with her gestures that she was enjoying the situation; showing me how her teeth were biting her lips, and letting me see the lovely shape of her mouth as she let out her moans.
I introduced two fingers and started feeling the interior of her pussy. Initially with great softness and delicacy, but noticing that there was no rebuke from her side, I increased the pace at which I did it. There came a moment when any attempt at delicacy was lost; my fingers were entering and leaving at full speed and with great vehemence.
I couldn't resist anymore, so I pulled out my penis and quickly inserted it into her 'all-terrain vagina'. From my side, there was never any moment of willingness to be delicate while screwing her, commonly known as making love, no way, I went straight for the meat, to penetrate her with complete brutality from the start.
So much so that it didn't take long for him to start whipping his buttocks. She was enjoying it. He didn't tell me, but her gestures and complicit moans were evidence of it. His plump buttocks trembled with each of my whips, and slowly turned reddish.
Then I grabbed her by the hair with both hands, guiding her towards me, helping the movements to be always forceful and deep. Unfortunately, my physical condition was getting the better of me, so I had to slow down the pace.
I asked him to change positions, the missionary being the one that required less effort from me. I penetrated him again, this time without any hurry, without overflowing carnal instinct. In fact, I started very slowly, trying thus to recover my breath and enjoy another aspect of sex.
I loved being able to look at her face while I was screwing her. Seeing her beady eyes, provocative lips, and complicit smile. I enjoyed seeing her slightly open her mouth, whether it was to release a moan or gasp; that micro-expression where she quickly furrowed her brow, or simply see her press her teeth.
It drove me crazy to be able to kiss her at the same time as I felt the humidity of her vagina, grabbing her tightly around the hips, as if she were about to escape, in order to make penetration more precise and deep. I loved having her face-to-face to talk dirty to her, to express how much I had missed the slut that she was.
I enjoyed every time she buried her nails in my back and started sliding her hands to leave marks on me. I also went crazy grabbing her head with both hands, preventing her from looking at anything else except my face.
As the rhythm increased, her moans did the same. Her orgasm was visible, since I knew well how she felt it, I knew that when she wraps you and squeezes you tightly with her legs, she wants to say she's touching heaven. I wasn't far from feeling the same, seeing her thousand faces of pleasure and feeling her sweaty body against mine, was enough reason for me to release my sperm in her pussy again. At the same time, I kissed her. Then I let myself fall onto the bed, both of us gazing at the ceiling and very satisfied with the improvised sex session. I took her hand and proposed starting over with me, leaving Italy and returning to be with me.
But she refused. Giulia was a sufficient reason to fight in Italy. If I have to work as a cashier, restocking clerk, homemaker, whatever it is, I don't care, but I want to see my daughter grow, she said, destroying my hopes of recovering her.
I didn't have any other option but to accept, enjoy the days I would spend with her before returning to my country.
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