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Chapter 05.
The Reposters.
The bakery was called Vesubio, and despite being a small shop, it had been decorated with a lot of love and good taste. That was the first thing that attracted Silvana the first time she entered. It conveyed the sense that its owners had put a lot of effort into this venture. And the best part was discovering that Vesubio wasn't just a good presentation, there were really very yummy things to try. Silvana didn't like abusing sweet or calorie-rich foods, but she was craving trying Chajá, a typical Uruguayan dessert gaining popularity in Argentina, and her neighbor Sonia had recommended it to her.
When entering the local, it surprised her that it was completely empty, and it wasn't just the absence of customers. Not even the owners were there. She waited a couple of minutes, admiring all the pastries and cakes in the display cases, thinking she'd like to try them all. Since no one came to attend her, she clapped her hands; but there was no response. Puzzled, she approached the door behind the counter. It was slightly ajar, and upon peeking out, she understood why the owners didn't attend to her.
The highest of the two, with blonde hair, clear eyes, and lanky hair, and well-tanned skin, was sitting in an armchair, naked from the waist down and with her legs open. She remembered that this was the one who had introduced herself as Karina on the day they met. The other one she knew as Rocío, with black hair and a red veil and beautiful grey eyes and an angelic face. That same one was on her knees on the floor giving her wife an intense blow job to her pussy.
The coincidence wanted that Silvana enter just in the moment when Karina's word: pussy exploded. A series of jets of transparent liquid sprang against Rocío's face and she got very excited about this gift and started sucking harder and with more enthusiasm, without even moving away. Her whole face was covered with this vaginal liquid.
Karina was moaning and her body shook with force. Silvana supposed she was having an intense orgasm. It was in the middle of this process when the blonde girl turned her head and saw her.
Ah! —She cried out and immediately put herself right away—. Ah... ah... forgive me, ah... uhmmm we'll attend to you now. I apologize a thousand times.
Rocío also seemed to get scared, but she remained silent, looking at the newly arrived one with her eyes wide open.
No, no... it's I who should ask for forgiveness - said Silvana - . I shouldn't have interfered like that. It's just... since nobody was paying attention to me... I thought something bad had happened to them. I got scared.
—I appreciate your concern —said Karina, with a great smile, not even bothering to cover her nudity. Silvana noticed she had a very well-formed pussy, completely depilated... and no tan lines—. Give us a minute and we'll attend to you. Don't go away, please...
Okay. I'll wait for you at the club.
Silvana continued reviewing the windows without being able to erase from her mind the impactful erotic image with which she had found herself. She felt bad for having gotten involved in the intimacy of those two women and while she preferred to go back home and pretend nothing had happened, she knew that running away at that moment would only make Karina and Rocío feel very badly. She didn't want that to happen.
The lesbian couple came out of the back room, Rocio was still drying her face with a towel and Karina had her pants unbuttoned, she could see her underwear.
—I'm asking you to forgive me again for what happened —said Karina, definitely the most talkative of the two—. We took a little time when nobody came in and... well, we lost track of time.
It's fine, nothing happens... I think it's very nice that they enjoy their marriage like this. There are people who when they get married lose the spark, but it seems that that doesn't happen to you guys.
—Ah, no... for nothing. Let's grab a bunch —said Karina, at the same time as she let out a giggle. Rocio also laughed, but she covered her face with the towel.
—What can we do for you? —Rocío asked when she recovered her composure—. Are you looking for another slice of cheesecake?
—I'd love to try it again —said Silvana, making an effort for the situation to be as casual as possible—. But this time I came for the chajá, they recommended it a lot and I'd love to try it.
They served him everything he had asked for, added some extra portions because he wanted Renzo to try it too. He said goodbye to the lesbian couple, telling them one more time not to feel bad about what happened, that they should be happy to be able to enjoy sex in that way with someone they love so much.
———
The chajá had been spectacular, and despite the large portions, it ate two just for fun. After eating so much sweet, it definitely couldn't skip its daily exercise routine. So a few hours later, it prepared to go to the square.
Ready to go for a run, Silvana headed towards the elevator, just before the door of this one closed, she saw Sonia coming out of her apartment. Silvana stopped the door and let her neighbor in.
—Oh, thanks... how I hate waiting for the elevator.
—Yes, I also —said Silvana, as they began the descent—. How's Sonia doing today? Oh, by the way... I already tried the Chajá that she told me about.
What did you think of it?
Rich. I ate two portions, it was that good. Yes, it's something cloying, but you'd expect a dessert with so much cream and dulce de leche to be like this. It goes very well with coffee. If you want one day I'll invite you over for coffee and chajá.
Okay, I accept your invitation, but I'll buy the dessert, you put out the coffee and take care of the house. I'm Silvia... —she didn't remember anyone besides Sonia calling her Silvia. Are you sure you want to go out like that? Don't you get scared?
Silvana had on a white leggings very tight that marked her buttocks very well, and besides a top of the same color that held her breasts leaving a prominent neckline in the center. Her hair was tied in a tight horse's booty, which left her neck exposed, increasing the feeling of nudity on the upper part of her body.
—Yes, there's no problem, Sonia. I'm going to run at Rivadavia Park, it's here on the corner. Don't worry. The only problem I have is with the doorman.
—What's up with Osvaldo? And by the way, he's not a porter, technically he's in charge of the building.
—Goalkeeper, attendant... it's the same thing. The guy looks at me a lot every time I pass in front of him, it's really uncomfortable. And the worst is that, a few days ago, he even got a little bold with his hands...
Ah… did you get the Booty? I'm going to tell you something Silvana, to save you trouble in the future. About a little more than two years ago, I had a similar incident with Osvaldo. I was wearing a pretty tight pants...
Really?
Silvana looked at how Sonia was dressed, she had on a black elasticated pants but her booty was well covered with the blouse that was long and tied at the waist height. The blouse was red and flowery. It was a fairly discreet outfit. She couldn't imagine Sonia wearing such tight pants like hers without... if she did... Silvana realized that her neighbor was actually hiding her good figure. She knew Sonia was 55 years old, short and chubby, with wide legs, thick thighs... very large buttocks (perhaps that's why they were covered). Her breasts were larger than Silvana's, although they didn't show any cleavage. But despite showing a few extra kilos under that lady clothing, there was a body hiding prominent curves. She had blonde hair that reached her shoulders, which took off some years. Still, Silvana couldn't imagine this woman going out on the street in tight pants.
Yes, I don't use those kind of pants anymore, they don't seem appropriate to me... - glanced at Silvana and got nervous - ...I mean that they're not suitable for a woman my age.
I don't see why not, but okay... it's his body. And what happened to Osvaldo?
—It seems he saw a loose thread on my pants, right there... in the sensitive area. I understand now. And instead of just telling me, he tried to pull it out with his hands. Of course, I felt those fingers moving around and I got scared. Plus, I was really mad at him, so much that I gave him a slap.
I think you did well, I would have had to do the same when it happened to me that way.
—That's where the problem is, Silvana... it was a serious mistake to do that. I still regret having done it to this day. Then I found out that Mr. Osvaldo is autistic...
—What? Osvaldo? Autistic? That's not... —she remained silent halfway through the sentence, suddenly began to remember all the strange attitudes of the goalkeeper, especially how he looked at her without any kind of concealment.
It's that his condition progressed quite a bit, you don't notice it as much anymore... although he is still autistic. And sometimes he has episodes that are somewhat uncomfortable.
How to touch women without their permission?
No, no... I mean how he reacted after the slap I gave him. He started screaming like a madman, ran out to a corner, threw himself on the floor, and rolled into a ball, starting to cry.
Oh, for God's...
It was one of the most uncomfortable situations in my life. The hallway started filling up with people trying to calm him down, and I didn't know where to put myself. To make matters worse, the woman from the eighth floor started insulting me. She told me how I came up with hitting an autistic person. And I swore I had no idea.
The elevator arrived at its destination, the two women got out and walked through the entrance hall.
Now he's going to see how I look at him - said Silvana.
I don't believe it, since what happened, Osvaldo avoids looking at me at all costs.
In this case Sonia was right, the doorman, who always accompanied Silvana with his gaze, turned around and started cleaning a window with a rag. There was nothing to clean, it was obvious he was trying to avoid them.
—Oh... it seems that what happened affected him a lot.
Let's walk to the square and I'll tell you the rest. Osvaldo's episode was horrible and even today I can't get out of my head a grown man crying in a corner, disconsolately, as if he were a fearful child.
But... I mean, he touched her inappropriately.
Of course, that's what I thought. After I met the psychologist who treats him when he suffers these relapses and he explained to me that Osvaldo doesn't understand indirect language very well, sometimes yes... other times he gets confused. He lives in his own world. For example, every morning I would say to him 'The plants at the entrance have yellow leaves'. It was because they lacked watering; but he didn't understand that I was asking him to water the plants. I thought he was pulling my leg until his psychologist explained to me that that sentence, in Osvaldo's mind, was just an observation. That I saw the yellow leaves, I didn't get the underlying message. So, since that day, when I need something, I try to talk to him as directly as possible. You have to tell him things straight out.
Oh... I see...
—And as for the matter of touching women... he never does that, unless it's a special circumstance. If he were groping all the women in the building, he would have gotten sued by now. Tell me, exactly how did he touch you?
Em... Osvaldo was trying to explain to me that my jeans were too tight and that's why my booty showed up so much. He ran his hand over one cheek... and then he pointed out that... excuse me for saying it like this, Sonia, he pointed out that the word 'pussy' showed up a lot on the pants and you could even see the seam that divided it in half... and then he ran his fingers over the seam.
—Ah... it must have been a very uncomfortable moment.
It was him/her/it/them.
—But know that Osvaldo didn't do it because he's degenerate. It's more, his psychologist told me that he even has trouble understanding the concepts of sex. If he looks at you or touches you... in his mind that doesn't have a sexual intention.
It's hard to understand it.
—Yes, it cost me a lot. But my psychologist was very nice and explained it to me in detail. Osvaldo doesn't relate sexually with anyone, sexual concepts and intentions escape him in most cases. Of course, he's an adult man and must have some notion. However, I can assure you that if he touched you, he did so without any sexual intention. If Osvaldo ran his fingers along the vagina line, it was because, in his head, it only served to indicate the problem. Like someone grabbing a bolt to show it's loose. Do I explain?
—Yes, I understand better now. And if he really doesn't do it with malice or sexual intentions, then it wouldn't be fair to give him a slap for that. Especially considering his condition.
Exactly. If he does it again, try to handle the situation better than I did. Don't yell... and under no circumstances think about hitting him. The best thing is to have patience, wait, and ask him directly but politely to stop doing it.
I see now. Many thanks for telling me this, Sonia. I swear that if he had touched me like that again, I would have given him a slap in the face and turned away. Now I'll try to be more tactful.
Very well, although probably such a situation won't repeat itself again. I'll tell you, he's not looking for touching women, that doesn't interest him at all. If he did it was for a very specific reason.
That leaves me more calm.
The two women said their goodbyes, Sonia continued on her way and Silvana began to trot at a light pace to warm up her muscles, then she would speed up the rhythm.
One hour later he returned to the building. He was thinking that maybe he wouldn't have another uncomfortable encounter with Osvaldo for a long time, but as he walked towards the elevator, he heard the porter's voice saying:
—Silvana Can I talk to you for a moment?
She spun around on her heels and discovered that the guy was closer to her than she had imagined. She didn't know when he had gotten so close.
Yes, of course... what's up with Osvaldo? —He suddenly felt bad for the times he spoke to him roughly.
I'd like to mention something to you; but it's better not to do so here in the lobby. Can you come with me?
—Ah... okay...
They walked down one of the corridors that led to the administration office and other rooms that Silvana had never seen. They arrived at the end of the corridor and there Osvaldo opened the door.
Come on...
It was about a small room with some junk, an old desk, and on it there was a kettle and a mate. In front of the desk there was a flat-screen TV hung on the wall and next to it you could see a large mirror that took up from the ceiling to the floor.
Silvana didn't find the idea of entering that small room with Osvaldo very pleasant; but then she remembered he's harmless and felt silly. Besides, the little room was very clean and well-lit, it wasn't at all terrifying, just simple and small.
She entered because she didn't want to make him feel bad. She was still agitated from having run for an hour, her breasts rising and falling with each breath and covered in small pearls of sweat. Osvaldo stood there staring at this fixedly, in silence.
Can you tell me why you brought me here?
—Ah, yes... is that... I wanted to talk to you about your pants.
—Is that again? —That question would have been formulated in a more aggressive and defiant tone before. Now it sounded almost condescending—. Couldn't you have said that in the lobby? And it's leggings, not just any pants.
Excuse me for insisting on this. If it weren't for how peculiar this legging is, I assure you that I wouldn't have brought it here.
—What's so peculiar about it? It's just leggings... not very different from others I used before. You're just complaining every time I wear a moderately fitted pants.
This is because this leggings isn't 'half-adjusted'. It's adjusted all the way...
—And what's the problem with that? If I want to use her like that, I'll use her like that... —Silvana was getting a bit nervous from the way the guy was staring fixedly at her tits; but she preferred not to say anything about it.
Yes, yes... I know. Anyway, I wouldn't recommend using this particular leggings again. It doesn't give you a good image. It's too trashy.
Silvana's cheeks turned very red. Was that guy who was sweeping the sidewalk of the building calling her vulgar?
What does he have that's so common? This time it sounded aggressive, that made Osvaldo take a step back.
—Well, um... this... what happens is that...
She remembered the goalkeeper's condition and realized she had been too harsh on him. She also remembered Sonia's advice to be more direct when speaking with Osvaldo... and more tolerant of his way of communicating. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that this man wasn't responsible for acting so strangely.
—Excuse me, I didn't mean to be rude —said Silvana, now calmer—. Let's do this... explain exactly everything you consider coarse in these leggings, I'm listening attentively and promise not to get angry.
—Very well —the man also seemed to relax with this proposal—. To start, we have to say that the leggings really accentuate her butt —Osvaldo approached Silvana and ran his hand over her booty, she tensed up and had to make a great effort not to get angry—. To top it off, you have very large buttocks. It even seems like the pants are painted directly onto her skin. And your... anatomical proportions don't exactly help.
What does that refer to? Asked Silvana, irritated.
—Oh, sorry... I spoke without thinking... it wasn't my intention to offend her.
It offends me that he thinks I'll get offended if he tells me the truth. If what he says is sincere, then I accept it already.
I wasn't even sure of my own words. Deep down, I knew that defiant attitude was like raising a shielded armor that allowed me to keep my pride intact (more or less).
—Very well, very well... don't get angry with me, I'm just trying to help. With the anatomical proportions, I mean that all this part from here —he slid two fingers over Silvana's sex, outlining one of the vaginal folds— is quite swollen. Maybe more than normal.
Two of Osvaldo's fingers traced one of Silvana's pussy lips. If he hadn't feared the guy would end up in a corner, crying like a child, he would have pushed him away with an elbow... for being too bold. It was really hard to mentally prepare oneself that there wasn't any sexual intention in that action, the guy was simply communicating in his peculiar way.
—Yes, I know... I have large, swollen labia... vaginal lips, as my boyfriend would say. I've accepted it —talking about my own pussy with this guy used to make him queasy—. As you said, that's my anatomy. I can't change it.
—I understand, but besides that, there's the issue of the image. As the leggings are so tight, it really accentuates the lip separation —one finger slid along the entire ridge of the vagina, from below up to Silvana shuddered. Her whole body received a powerful electric shock—. This makes... how do they call it? Ah, yes... a cameltoe. They call it that because...
Yes, Osvaldo, I know perfectly well what is meant by 'cameltoe'. It's when the word: pussy shows up on the pants. —He didn't like having to use so explicit terms. If the guy didn't have so many problems understanding indirect hints, he would've been more subtle. The only thing that gave him a certain peace and made this uncomfortable feeling more tolerable was knowing Osvaldo had some inability for sexual concepts, they were practically foreign to him. Once again Silvana had to make a great effort to separate the action from the intention—. I assure you it happens only because I was running a lot and didn't notice. Normally it doesn't show up as much on me. Then I adjust my leggings well and problem solved. It's no reason to cause such a commotion.
It was almost as if I were saying to him: 'Let my pussy express itself in peace'. The man was almost leaning against her from the side, inclined forward, as if he wanted to get closer to see more up close, his head had ended up at Silvana's stomach level, and his fingers continued to slide over different areas of the vagina. Without prior warning, he caressed her directly on...
Mmm... the clitoris.
How did he say, Osvaldo?
Silvana was a volcano on the verge of eruption, partly due to contained anger and partly due to shame. No matter how that guy was touching her without any sexual intention, it was humiliating to submit to such a direct examination.
It's nothing... it's just that... I'm surprised by how thin the fabric of this leggings is... so much that you can feel her clitoris with great ease, which shouldn't happen.
—Why not? —She said, seized by anger and with the mission of defending her feminine pride—. I can't remove my clitoris before putting on my leggings. It's part of my body, it comes with me wherever I go.
It was really hard to talk while I had to tolerate the caresses of this type just in that very sensitive area. I could feel one of Osvaldo's coarse fingers moving in circles right over my little sexual button.
Relax, Silvana --thought--. Remember that Osvaldo is not a normal person. He's just trying to show you something that's obvious to him. Maybe he doesn't even know what women feel when their clitoris is touched. It might be the same for him as touching an elbow or knee.
With this in mind, he convinced himself that it was best to talk to him directly, without giving the matter too much importance.
—Do you know, Osvaldo? There was a time when I felt bad about my clitoris...
Why?
By the way it protrudes out of my vagina. I felt uncomfortable if someone saw it.
—Ah, I understand. Well, maybe it shouldn't be marked like that on a leggings; but I don't think your clitoris has anything bad, Silvana. If it even seems friendly...
“Charming”, he didn't use a term like “erotic” or “morbid”. He said charming as if describing a cartoon character. Silvana smiled, understanding how that man thinks, and even took it as an innocent flattery.
—Many thanks, Osvaldo. —It was hard for me to speak naturally because I could feel one of my fingers sliding along the entire length of his pussy, stopping especially at his clitoris. I wondered if touching a vagina in this way was a new experience for him, perhaps that's why he was so curious—. Although that time feeling bad about my clitoris is over now. Now I'm proud of it. I accept him as he is.
It seems very good to me. One has to accept oneself as one is.
Very true. Well, thanks for telling me all this, Osvaldo. I'll keep it in mind. Now I'm going to retire because I want to take a shower.
Before you go, let me show you something else. Come, turn around with your back to the mirror.
Silvana didn't understand why that small room had such a large mirror; but it wasn't the time to ask. She stopped where Osvaldo indicated and the guy got down beside her. Suddenly, she felt those coarse fingers pinching one of her vaginal bulbs.
The dress comes all the way here to show you that his pants broke. Look, almost half of it can be seen: pussy
Silvana almost dies of shock. Indeed, there was a large hole in the leggings that left one of her lips completely visible.
Ay, no... I want to die. Not even did I realize it had broken. What if someone saw me in the square?
That's why I recommend that you don't wear this type of sock, they are very fragile.
Yes, yes... although this one is a bit old. Maybe I should buy some new ones.
Osvaldo's fingers continued to squeeze the part of her pussy that was poking out from under the fabric. This made her shudder, despite the guy having no sexual intention, the handling against her pussy was real, and she wasn't immune to such fondling.
It's very smooth, do you wax?
A finger caressed the most swollen part of the vaginal lip, which made Silvana even more tense.
—Ah... this... yes, Osvaldo. I wax...
Calm down, calm down... he's not doing it for a masturbator, just because he's kind of weird and doesn't understand these things. Silvana had to keep telling herself to stay calm, or she would have already sent the doorman packing. She went back to using her tactic of taking deep breaths, calming down, and laughing everything off without giving it too much importance.
I'm very clean and I prefer it always well shaved. I like it to be that soft.
She turned her head to see through the mirror as that guy was rubbing her pussy through the hole in her leggings and felt so ridiculous and embarrassed. Someone in the square must have noticed this small accident and taken home an interesting image, and a funny anecdote to tell. Several people looked at her ass while she ran; but Silvana was already used to this happening. Now she feared that most of those gazes were due to that damn hole.
—Okay, Osvaldo... thank you again so much for your help. I'm going to go take a bath and throw this pants away.
He parted from the type and finally felt some peace. Although Osvaldo didn't have bad intentions, he didn't like receiving touches from anyone who wasn't his boyfriend.
—Very well, and make sure not to use that kind of socks so much. Besides, this way you would save many of the complaints that other tenants make. This would make my job much easier, because I'm the one who has to face them.
I know it, and I'm really sorry about it. However, I won't change my way of dressing. Tell the other tenants, and if they want to say something to me, let them do it face-to-face and don't use him as an intermediary. They're cowards.
Okay, I'm going to communicate that to you.
Silvana understood that the message would be transmitted word for word, which bothered her a bit. Then she thought about it and realized that if she had those tenants facing her, she would tell them exactly the same thing.
She came out of the small room and ran to the elevator after Osvaldo had called her by it and made sure it was empty. Thanks to that, she managed to get to her apartment without anyone seeing her.
———
Silvana returned to the bakery the next day, felt that if she didn't go back as soon as possible, they would think she wouldn't come back anymore, and that was exactly what Rocio said when she saw her enter.
Ay, hi Silvana... what a pleasure to see you again. After what happened yesterday we thought we weren't going to see you around here again.
Just as that moment Karina came out of the back room with a big tray full of little pastries.
—Hi Silvana, nice to see you again, I thought that...
—Girls, seriously —said Silvana, to downplay the matter—. If they think I'm going to be scandalized because I saw two people having sex, then they don't know me.
—Well, it's that as we're two women, there are people who find that a bit shocking —Rocío commented.
I'm not lesbian, but it doesn't surprise me at all that two women have sex... in fact, I think it's a worthy spectacle to watch. I should even feel lucky for having been able to spy on them a little bit.
That comment provoked the laughter of the couple, Karina had to leave the tray with petit fours on the counter, so as not to knock it over.
—Do you really think that? —Asked Rocio.
Yes, women are the most sensual beings in the world. Watching two beautiful women in an erotic act always enjoys it.
—Oh, many thanks —said Rocio, blushing. Silvana had already noticed the great shyness of this girl and supposed that she had passed badly being caught in the act.
What I don't understand is why you didn't get angry with me, said Silvana, because I wouldn't like it if someone surprised me in such an intimate... and explicit moment. I would feel very embarrassed if a stranger had seen how I came on my face... it must have been very humiliating for you, Rocío.
It was indeed, but it doesn't matter.
—Oh, don't worry about it —Karina assured him—. I'll tell you a little secret: Do you see this beautiful and shy little cookie? —She grabbed her wife's cheeks and squeezed them in a very comedic way—. Just like the time, with that innocent face... enjoys much of humiliation. When you left, we had to go back to the back room because the very slut got really hot —Rocío began to laugh and covered her face with both hands—. That's why don't be so upset, Silvana. In the end, without wanting it, you gave us a nice experience.
—Ah... good, I'm glad it's like that. Although it seems strange to me that someone would enjoy humiliation. I'm not judging or anything, just that it doesn't happen to me and I have trouble understanding it.
—Yes, many people don't understand how this works —said Karina—, just know that Rocio liked it when you surprised her right at the moment I came all over her face. The more humiliating the situation is, the hotter she gets.
Silvana felt invigorated, realized she could talk about sexual topics very directly with those women because the ice had already been broken. She was only surprised by them in the middle of a sexual act at their second meeting, which helped establish a quick bond of trust and complicity.
Come here, Silvana, sit down on this side of the counter —Karina invited her—. Let's chat for a bit, today we're going to give you a good portion of what you choose.
—Oh, I accept your invitation; but there's no need for you to give me anything as a gift. I can pay for it myself.
You'll pay for it next time —said Rocio—, this is the house's courtesy.
Mmm... good, it's fine. It would be impolite to reject it. Many thanks.
Silvana sat on a chair that was just behind the cash register. At that precise moment, a person entered the bakery, a girl with a toy poodle in her arms, and a second later a tall, thin, half-hippie guy entered. Karina and Rocío attended to their clients and Silvana waited silently. She didn't take more than two blinks to notice that Rocío wasn't wearing pants. Her round and perfect butt was covered only by a small white thong, which had almost entirely slipped between her cheeks.
Silvana was left speechless, supposing this was some kind of very risky couples game. She didn't exactly know how that humiliation thing worked, but she could imagine Karina proposing this idea to her wife so the two of them could have a good time for a while.
For added insult, after attending to the toy poodle girl, Rocío charged the skinny hippie and stopped right in front of Silvana, just a few centimeters away from her. Silvana could analyze the entire ass of that woman from an extremely close-up first plane. She even saw how it was marked under the thong: pussy. Karina approached her wife discreetly and began to caress the vaginal area above the lingerie.
Silvana wondered if the hippie could guess what was happening on the other side of the counter; but she didn't think it likely. From this side of the counter, you could see everything was covered and besides Rocio had a apron that reached almost to her knees. Only her ass poked out from behind, in a rather comic... and erotic way.
When the last client left, Rocio and Karina sat down on the other two available chairs in that narrow space.
Excuse me —said Karina—. I imagine you've noticed how Rocio is dressed, we wanted to explain that to you; but just then people came in.
—It's not necessary to explain anything —said Silvana, with a large smile on her lips—, I've already drawn my own conclusions. I imagine this is part of a game between you two.
—That's how it is —said Karina, as Rocio laughed nervously—. Sometimes I ask her to attend without pants for a little while, just so she feels the fear of being discovered.
—I love how they play between you two—Silvana assured—. You make a very good couple.
We're very playful —Karina said with a mischievous smile, which brought back Rocío's laughter—. Ah, by the way... I wanted to thank you for recommending us. A boy named Malik came not long ago, he was enchanted with a cake you gave him and came to buy more.
You got us a new client.
They've met Malik... he's a pretty unusual guy.
And where did you know him?
He's a soccer player for Ferro Carril Oeste. He moved here recently and it was my way of welcoming him to the neighborhood.
Mmm... aren't you thinking of buying it another way?
—Oh, no, Karina... I have a boyfriend. What happens is that Malik has a very peculiar lifestyle. He's quite a ladies' man, so keep an eye on it... you won't have drama with that, you're married and already know you're lesbians. Anyway, he's already conquered several girls from the area... and let's say I find out about those activities because his room is right next to mine... and you can hear the noises at night. I complained a few times because he wouldn't let me sleep; but then I discovered he's a good guy, apologized and told me he just wants us to get along. That's why I bought him a cake.
—Ah… well, if you have a boyfriend, the guy might not be interested —said Karina—. But one of our clients saw him and was enchanted, asked us where he lived, wanted to get to know him more intimately.
We live in a building here around the corner, halfway down the block. Although I wouldn't recommend the girl goes to visit him unless she knows what she's getting into.
— Why do you say that? —Asked Rocio.
It's that... um... let me see... when I brought the cake to Malik, he was naked. It's my fault because I got into the house without waiting for him to give me permission. Anyway, it didn't bother him much, he says he's used to walking around like that.
—Oh... I see where this is coming from —said Karina—. Does Malik really fulfill that rumor that black men are well-endowed?
Ugh... yes, she really does it --Silvana was the one who laughed this time--. That thing is enormous --she felt comfortable talking about the topic because she had already seen these two women in the middle of sexual activity.
—Oh... what a fright —said Rocio, while letting out one of her typical nervous giggles.
Yes, the truth is that it scares me a lot. That's why I'm not interested in him at all. Seeing such a big penis doesn't excite me because I know that thing would never fit me. I'm quite tight.
—Okay, I understand. Since it scares you, it kills all the drama — commented Karina.
Like that. Besides... I'm happy with my boyfriend.
They kept talking about trivial topics, such as the movement of people in the neighborhood, the most beautiful places to visit and other similar matters, until Silvana announced she was leaving.
Before you go —said Karina—, we're going to give you the cheesecake we promised you.
—Yes, two portions —said Rocio, while serving them on a tray.
Hey, they said one. I don't want them to give me so much.
You're taking two because you also had to put up with seeing Rocio's asshole.
Oh no, if they're going to pay me with cakes every time I see them in some sex toy, I'll have to come more often. Besides seeing a nice show, I take a cake as a gift.
The two girls laughed. Then they handed him the wrapped cheesecake on a tray.
—Come back when you want —Karina said—, and if you're looking for cakes, you already know where to find them.
Thanks, see you later.
Silvana took two steps out of the business and stopped dead in her tracks. She wondered if that last comment had a double meaning or not.
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Chapter 05.
The Reposters.
The bakery was called Vesubio, and despite being a small shop, it had been decorated with a lot of love and good taste. That was the first thing that attracted Silvana the first time she entered. It conveyed the sense that its owners had put a lot of effort into this venture. And the best part was discovering that Vesubio wasn't just a good presentation, there were really very yummy things to try. Silvana didn't like abusing sweet or calorie-rich foods, but she was craving trying Chajá, a typical Uruguayan dessert gaining popularity in Argentina, and her neighbor Sonia had recommended it to her.
When entering the local, it surprised her that it was completely empty, and it wasn't just the absence of customers. Not even the owners were there. She waited a couple of minutes, admiring all the pastries and cakes in the display cases, thinking she'd like to try them all. Since no one came to attend her, she clapped her hands; but there was no response. Puzzled, she approached the door behind the counter. It was slightly ajar, and upon peeking out, she understood why the owners didn't attend to her.
The highest of the two, with blonde hair, clear eyes, and lanky hair, and well-tanned skin, was sitting in an armchair, naked from the waist down and with her legs open. She remembered that this was the one who had introduced herself as Karina on the day they met. The other one she knew as Rocío, with black hair and a red veil and beautiful grey eyes and an angelic face. That same one was on her knees on the floor giving her wife an intense blow job to her pussy.
The coincidence wanted that Silvana enter just in the moment when Karina's word: pussy exploded. A series of jets of transparent liquid sprang against Rocío's face and she got very excited about this gift and started sucking harder and with more enthusiasm, without even moving away. Her whole face was covered with this vaginal liquid.
Karina was moaning and her body shook with force. Silvana supposed she was having an intense orgasm. It was in the middle of this process when the blonde girl turned her head and saw her.
Ah! —She cried out and immediately put herself right away—. Ah... ah... forgive me, ah... uhmmm we'll attend to you now. I apologize a thousand times.
Rocío also seemed to get scared, but she remained silent, looking at the newly arrived one with her eyes wide open.
No, no... it's I who should ask for forgiveness - said Silvana - . I shouldn't have interfered like that. It's just... since nobody was paying attention to me... I thought something bad had happened to them. I got scared.
—I appreciate your concern —said Karina, with a great smile, not even bothering to cover her nudity. Silvana noticed she had a very well-formed pussy, completely depilated... and no tan lines—. Give us a minute and we'll attend to you. Don't go away, please...
Okay. I'll wait for you at the club.
Silvana continued reviewing the windows without being able to erase from her mind the impactful erotic image with which she had found herself. She felt bad for having gotten involved in the intimacy of those two women and while she preferred to go back home and pretend nothing had happened, she knew that running away at that moment would only make Karina and Rocío feel very badly. She didn't want that to happen.
The lesbian couple came out of the back room, Rocio was still drying her face with a towel and Karina had her pants unbuttoned, she could see her underwear.
—I'm asking you to forgive me again for what happened —said Karina, definitely the most talkative of the two—. We took a little time when nobody came in and... well, we lost track of time.
It's fine, nothing happens... I think it's very nice that they enjoy their marriage like this. There are people who when they get married lose the spark, but it seems that that doesn't happen to you guys.
—Ah, no... for nothing. Let's grab a bunch —said Karina, at the same time as she let out a giggle. Rocio also laughed, but she covered her face with the towel.
—What can we do for you? —Rocío asked when she recovered her composure—. Are you looking for another slice of cheesecake?
—I'd love to try it again —said Silvana, making an effort for the situation to be as casual as possible—. But this time I came for the chajá, they recommended it a lot and I'd love to try it.
They served him everything he had asked for, added some extra portions because he wanted Renzo to try it too. He said goodbye to the lesbian couple, telling them one more time not to feel bad about what happened, that they should be happy to be able to enjoy sex in that way with someone they love so much.
———
The chajá had been spectacular, and despite the large portions, it ate two just for fun. After eating so much sweet, it definitely couldn't skip its daily exercise routine. So a few hours later, it prepared to go to the square.
Ready to go for a run, Silvana headed towards the elevator, just before the door of this one closed, she saw Sonia coming out of her apartment. Silvana stopped the door and let her neighbor in.
—Oh, thanks... how I hate waiting for the elevator.
—Yes, I also —said Silvana, as they began the descent—. How's Sonia doing today? Oh, by the way... I already tried the Chajá that she told me about.
What did you think of it?
Rich. I ate two portions, it was that good. Yes, it's something cloying, but you'd expect a dessert with so much cream and dulce de leche to be like this. It goes very well with coffee. If you want one day I'll invite you over for coffee and chajá.
Okay, I accept your invitation, but I'll buy the dessert, you put out the coffee and take care of the house. I'm Silvia... —she didn't remember anyone besides Sonia calling her Silvia. Are you sure you want to go out like that? Don't you get scared?
Silvana had on a white leggings very tight that marked her buttocks very well, and besides a top of the same color that held her breasts leaving a prominent neckline in the center. Her hair was tied in a tight horse's booty, which left her neck exposed, increasing the feeling of nudity on the upper part of her body.
—Yes, there's no problem, Sonia. I'm going to run at Rivadavia Park, it's here on the corner. Don't worry. The only problem I have is with the doorman.
—What's up with Osvaldo? And by the way, he's not a porter, technically he's in charge of the building.
—Goalkeeper, attendant... it's the same thing. The guy looks at me a lot every time I pass in front of him, it's really uncomfortable. And the worst is that, a few days ago, he even got a little bold with his hands...
Ah… did you get the Booty? I'm going to tell you something Silvana, to save you trouble in the future. About a little more than two years ago, I had a similar incident with Osvaldo. I was wearing a pretty tight pants...
Really?
Silvana looked at how Sonia was dressed, she had on a black elasticated pants but her booty was well covered with the blouse that was long and tied at the waist height. The blouse was red and flowery. It was a fairly discreet outfit. She couldn't imagine Sonia wearing such tight pants like hers without... if she did... Silvana realized that her neighbor was actually hiding her good figure. She knew Sonia was 55 years old, short and chubby, with wide legs, thick thighs... very large buttocks (perhaps that's why they were covered). Her breasts were larger than Silvana's, although they didn't show any cleavage. But despite showing a few extra kilos under that lady clothing, there was a body hiding prominent curves. She had blonde hair that reached her shoulders, which took off some years. Still, Silvana couldn't imagine this woman going out on the street in tight pants.
Yes, I don't use those kind of pants anymore, they don't seem appropriate to me... - glanced at Silvana and got nervous - ...I mean that they're not suitable for a woman my age.
I don't see why not, but okay... it's his body. And what happened to Osvaldo?
—It seems he saw a loose thread on my pants, right there... in the sensitive area. I understand now. And instead of just telling me, he tried to pull it out with his hands. Of course, I felt those fingers moving around and I got scared. Plus, I was really mad at him, so much that I gave him a slap.
I think you did well, I would have had to do the same when it happened to me that way.
—That's where the problem is, Silvana... it was a serious mistake to do that. I still regret having done it to this day. Then I found out that Mr. Osvaldo is autistic...
—What? Osvaldo? Autistic? That's not... —she remained silent halfway through the sentence, suddenly began to remember all the strange attitudes of the goalkeeper, especially how he looked at her without any kind of concealment.
It's that his condition progressed quite a bit, you don't notice it as much anymore... although he is still autistic. And sometimes he has episodes that are somewhat uncomfortable.
How to touch women without their permission?
No, no... I mean how he reacted after the slap I gave him. He started screaming like a madman, ran out to a corner, threw himself on the floor, and rolled into a ball, starting to cry.
Oh, for God's...
It was one of the most uncomfortable situations in my life. The hallway started filling up with people trying to calm him down, and I didn't know where to put myself. To make matters worse, the woman from the eighth floor started insulting me. She told me how I came up with hitting an autistic person. And I swore I had no idea.
The elevator arrived at its destination, the two women got out and walked through the entrance hall.
Now he's going to see how I look at him - said Silvana.
I don't believe it, since what happened, Osvaldo avoids looking at me at all costs.
In this case Sonia was right, the doorman, who always accompanied Silvana with his gaze, turned around and started cleaning a window with a rag. There was nothing to clean, it was obvious he was trying to avoid them.
—Oh... it seems that what happened affected him a lot.
Let's walk to the square and I'll tell you the rest. Osvaldo's episode was horrible and even today I can't get out of my head a grown man crying in a corner, disconsolately, as if he were a fearful child.
But... I mean, he touched her inappropriately.
Of course, that's what I thought. After I met the psychologist who treats him when he suffers these relapses and he explained to me that Osvaldo doesn't understand indirect language very well, sometimes yes... other times he gets confused. He lives in his own world. For example, every morning I would say to him 'The plants at the entrance have yellow leaves'. It was because they lacked watering; but he didn't understand that I was asking him to water the plants. I thought he was pulling my leg until his psychologist explained to me that that sentence, in Osvaldo's mind, was just an observation. That I saw the yellow leaves, I didn't get the underlying message. So, since that day, when I need something, I try to talk to him as directly as possible. You have to tell him things straight out.
Oh... I see...
—And as for the matter of touching women... he never does that, unless it's a special circumstance. If he were groping all the women in the building, he would have gotten sued by now. Tell me, exactly how did he touch you?
Em... Osvaldo was trying to explain to me that my jeans were too tight and that's why my booty showed up so much. He ran his hand over one cheek... and then he pointed out that... excuse me for saying it like this, Sonia, he pointed out that the word 'pussy' showed up a lot on the pants and you could even see the seam that divided it in half... and then he ran his fingers over the seam.
—Ah... it must have been a very uncomfortable moment.
It was him/her/it/them.
—But know that Osvaldo didn't do it because he's degenerate. It's more, his psychologist told me that he even has trouble understanding the concepts of sex. If he looks at you or touches you... in his mind that doesn't have a sexual intention.
It's hard to understand it.
—Yes, it cost me a lot. But my psychologist was very nice and explained it to me in detail. Osvaldo doesn't relate sexually with anyone, sexual concepts and intentions escape him in most cases. Of course, he's an adult man and must have some notion. However, I can assure you that if he touched you, he did so without any sexual intention. If Osvaldo ran his fingers along the vagina line, it was because, in his head, it only served to indicate the problem. Like someone grabbing a bolt to show it's loose. Do I explain?
—Yes, I understand better now. And if he really doesn't do it with malice or sexual intentions, then it wouldn't be fair to give him a slap for that. Especially considering his condition.
Exactly. If he does it again, try to handle the situation better than I did. Don't yell... and under no circumstances think about hitting him. The best thing is to have patience, wait, and ask him directly but politely to stop doing it.
I see now. Many thanks for telling me this, Sonia. I swear that if he had touched me like that again, I would have given him a slap in the face and turned away. Now I'll try to be more tactful.
Very well, although probably such a situation won't repeat itself again. I'll tell you, he's not looking for touching women, that doesn't interest him at all. If he did it was for a very specific reason.
That leaves me more calm.
The two women said their goodbyes, Sonia continued on her way and Silvana began to trot at a light pace to warm up her muscles, then she would speed up the rhythm.
One hour later he returned to the building. He was thinking that maybe he wouldn't have another uncomfortable encounter with Osvaldo for a long time, but as he walked towards the elevator, he heard the porter's voice saying:
—Silvana Can I talk to you for a moment?
She spun around on her heels and discovered that the guy was closer to her than she had imagined. She didn't know when he had gotten so close.
Yes, of course... what's up with Osvaldo? —He suddenly felt bad for the times he spoke to him roughly.
I'd like to mention something to you; but it's better not to do so here in the lobby. Can you come with me?
—Ah... okay...
They walked down one of the corridors that led to the administration office and other rooms that Silvana had never seen. They arrived at the end of the corridor and there Osvaldo opened the door.
Come on...
It was about a small room with some junk, an old desk, and on it there was a kettle and a mate. In front of the desk there was a flat-screen TV hung on the wall and next to it you could see a large mirror that took up from the ceiling to the floor.
Silvana didn't find the idea of entering that small room with Osvaldo very pleasant; but then she remembered he's harmless and felt silly. Besides, the little room was very clean and well-lit, it wasn't at all terrifying, just simple and small.
She entered because she didn't want to make him feel bad. She was still agitated from having run for an hour, her breasts rising and falling with each breath and covered in small pearls of sweat. Osvaldo stood there staring at this fixedly, in silence.
Can you tell me why you brought me here?
—Ah, yes... is that... I wanted to talk to you about your pants.
—Is that again? —That question would have been formulated in a more aggressive and defiant tone before. Now it sounded almost condescending—. Couldn't you have said that in the lobby? And it's leggings, not just any pants.
Excuse me for insisting on this. If it weren't for how peculiar this legging is, I assure you that I wouldn't have brought it here.
—What's so peculiar about it? It's just leggings... not very different from others I used before. You're just complaining every time I wear a moderately fitted pants.
This is because this leggings isn't 'half-adjusted'. It's adjusted all the way...
—And what's the problem with that? If I want to use her like that, I'll use her like that... —Silvana was getting a bit nervous from the way the guy was staring fixedly at her tits; but she preferred not to say anything about it.
Yes, yes... I know. Anyway, I wouldn't recommend using this particular leggings again. It doesn't give you a good image. It's too trashy.
Silvana's cheeks turned very red. Was that guy who was sweeping the sidewalk of the building calling her vulgar?
What does he have that's so common? This time it sounded aggressive, that made Osvaldo take a step back.
—Well, um... this... what happens is that...
She remembered the goalkeeper's condition and realized she had been too harsh on him. She also remembered Sonia's advice to be more direct when speaking with Osvaldo... and more tolerant of his way of communicating. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that this man wasn't responsible for acting so strangely.
—Excuse me, I didn't mean to be rude —said Silvana, now calmer—. Let's do this... explain exactly everything you consider coarse in these leggings, I'm listening attentively and promise not to get angry.
—Very well —the man also seemed to relax with this proposal—. To start, we have to say that the leggings really accentuate her butt —Osvaldo approached Silvana and ran his hand over her booty, she tensed up and had to make a great effort not to get angry—. To top it off, you have very large buttocks. It even seems like the pants are painted directly onto her skin. And your... anatomical proportions don't exactly help.
What does that refer to? Asked Silvana, irritated.
—Oh, sorry... I spoke without thinking... it wasn't my intention to offend her.
It offends me that he thinks I'll get offended if he tells me the truth. If what he says is sincere, then I accept it already.
I wasn't even sure of my own words. Deep down, I knew that defiant attitude was like raising a shielded armor that allowed me to keep my pride intact (more or less).
—Very well, very well... don't get angry with me, I'm just trying to help. With the anatomical proportions, I mean that all this part from here —he slid two fingers over Silvana's sex, outlining one of the vaginal folds— is quite swollen. Maybe more than normal.
Two of Osvaldo's fingers traced one of Silvana's pussy lips. If he hadn't feared the guy would end up in a corner, crying like a child, he would have pushed him away with an elbow... for being too bold. It was really hard to mentally prepare oneself that there wasn't any sexual intention in that action, the guy was simply communicating in his peculiar way.
—Yes, I know... I have large, swollen labia... vaginal lips, as my boyfriend would say. I've accepted it —talking about my own pussy with this guy used to make him queasy—. As you said, that's my anatomy. I can't change it.
—I understand, but besides that, there's the issue of the image. As the leggings are so tight, it really accentuates the lip separation —one finger slid along the entire ridge of the vagina, from below up to Silvana shuddered. Her whole body received a powerful electric shock—. This makes... how do they call it? Ah, yes... a cameltoe. They call it that because...
Yes, Osvaldo, I know perfectly well what is meant by 'cameltoe'. It's when the word: pussy shows up on the pants. —He didn't like having to use so explicit terms. If the guy didn't have so many problems understanding indirect hints, he would've been more subtle. The only thing that gave him a certain peace and made this uncomfortable feeling more tolerable was knowing Osvaldo had some inability for sexual concepts, they were practically foreign to him. Once again Silvana had to make a great effort to separate the action from the intention—. I assure you it happens only because I was running a lot and didn't notice. Normally it doesn't show up as much on me. Then I adjust my leggings well and problem solved. It's no reason to cause such a commotion.
It was almost as if I were saying to him: 'Let my pussy express itself in peace'. The man was almost leaning against her from the side, inclined forward, as if he wanted to get closer to see more up close, his head had ended up at Silvana's stomach level, and his fingers continued to slide over different areas of the vagina. Without prior warning, he caressed her directly on...
Mmm... the clitoris.
How did he say, Osvaldo?
Silvana was a volcano on the verge of eruption, partly due to contained anger and partly due to shame. No matter how that guy was touching her without any sexual intention, it was humiliating to submit to such a direct examination.
It's nothing... it's just that... I'm surprised by how thin the fabric of this leggings is... so much that you can feel her clitoris with great ease, which shouldn't happen.
—Why not? —She said, seized by anger and with the mission of defending her feminine pride—. I can't remove my clitoris before putting on my leggings. It's part of my body, it comes with me wherever I go.
It was really hard to talk while I had to tolerate the caresses of this type just in that very sensitive area. I could feel one of Osvaldo's coarse fingers moving in circles right over my little sexual button.
Relax, Silvana --thought--. Remember that Osvaldo is not a normal person. He's just trying to show you something that's obvious to him. Maybe he doesn't even know what women feel when their clitoris is touched. It might be the same for him as touching an elbow or knee.
With this in mind, he convinced himself that it was best to talk to him directly, without giving the matter too much importance.
—Do you know, Osvaldo? There was a time when I felt bad about my clitoris...
Why?
By the way it protrudes out of my vagina. I felt uncomfortable if someone saw it.
—Ah, I understand. Well, maybe it shouldn't be marked like that on a leggings; but I don't think your clitoris has anything bad, Silvana. If it even seems friendly...
“Charming”, he didn't use a term like “erotic” or “morbid”. He said charming as if describing a cartoon character. Silvana smiled, understanding how that man thinks, and even took it as an innocent flattery.
—Many thanks, Osvaldo. —It was hard for me to speak naturally because I could feel one of my fingers sliding along the entire length of his pussy, stopping especially at his clitoris. I wondered if touching a vagina in this way was a new experience for him, perhaps that's why he was so curious—. Although that time feeling bad about my clitoris is over now. Now I'm proud of it. I accept him as he is.
It seems very good to me. One has to accept oneself as one is.
Very true. Well, thanks for telling me all this, Osvaldo. I'll keep it in mind. Now I'm going to retire because I want to take a shower.
Before you go, let me show you something else. Come, turn around with your back to the mirror.
Silvana didn't understand why that small room had such a large mirror; but it wasn't the time to ask. She stopped where Osvaldo indicated and the guy got down beside her. Suddenly, she felt those coarse fingers pinching one of her vaginal bulbs.
The dress comes all the way here to show you that his pants broke. Look, almost half of it can be seen: pussy
Silvana almost dies of shock. Indeed, there was a large hole in the leggings that left one of her lips completely visible.
Ay, no... I want to die. Not even did I realize it had broken. What if someone saw me in the square?
That's why I recommend that you don't wear this type of sock, they are very fragile.
Yes, yes... although this one is a bit old. Maybe I should buy some new ones.
Osvaldo's fingers continued to squeeze the part of her pussy that was poking out from under the fabric. This made her shudder, despite the guy having no sexual intention, the handling against her pussy was real, and she wasn't immune to such fondling.
It's very smooth, do you wax?
A finger caressed the most swollen part of the vaginal lip, which made Silvana even more tense.
—Ah... this... yes, Osvaldo. I wax...
Calm down, calm down... he's not doing it for a masturbator, just because he's kind of weird and doesn't understand these things. Silvana had to keep telling herself to stay calm, or she would have already sent the doorman packing. She went back to using her tactic of taking deep breaths, calming down, and laughing everything off without giving it too much importance.
I'm very clean and I prefer it always well shaved. I like it to be that soft.
She turned her head to see through the mirror as that guy was rubbing her pussy through the hole in her leggings and felt so ridiculous and embarrassed. Someone in the square must have noticed this small accident and taken home an interesting image, and a funny anecdote to tell. Several people looked at her ass while she ran; but Silvana was already used to this happening. Now she feared that most of those gazes were due to that damn hole.
—Okay, Osvaldo... thank you again so much for your help. I'm going to go take a bath and throw this pants away.
He parted from the type and finally felt some peace. Although Osvaldo didn't have bad intentions, he didn't like receiving touches from anyone who wasn't his boyfriend.
—Very well, and make sure not to use that kind of socks so much. Besides, this way you would save many of the complaints that other tenants make. This would make my job much easier, because I'm the one who has to face them.
I know it, and I'm really sorry about it. However, I won't change my way of dressing. Tell the other tenants, and if they want to say something to me, let them do it face-to-face and don't use him as an intermediary. They're cowards.
Okay, I'm going to communicate that to you.
Silvana understood that the message would be transmitted word for word, which bothered her a bit. Then she thought about it and realized that if she had those tenants facing her, she would tell them exactly the same thing.
She came out of the small room and ran to the elevator after Osvaldo had called her by it and made sure it was empty. Thanks to that, she managed to get to her apartment without anyone seeing her.
———
Silvana returned to the bakery the next day, felt that if she didn't go back as soon as possible, they would think she wouldn't come back anymore, and that was exactly what Rocio said when she saw her enter.
Ay, hi Silvana... what a pleasure to see you again. After what happened yesterday we thought we weren't going to see you around here again.
Just as that moment Karina came out of the back room with a big tray full of little pastries.
—Hi Silvana, nice to see you again, I thought that...
—Girls, seriously —said Silvana, to downplay the matter—. If they think I'm going to be scandalized because I saw two people having sex, then they don't know me.
—Well, it's that as we're two women, there are people who find that a bit shocking —Rocío commented.
I'm not lesbian, but it doesn't surprise me at all that two women have sex... in fact, I think it's a worthy spectacle to watch. I should even feel lucky for having been able to spy on them a little bit.
That comment provoked the laughter of the couple, Karina had to leave the tray with petit fours on the counter, so as not to knock it over.
—Do you really think that? —Asked Rocio.
Yes, women are the most sensual beings in the world. Watching two beautiful women in an erotic act always enjoys it.
—Oh, many thanks —said Rocio, blushing. Silvana had already noticed the great shyness of this girl and supposed that she had passed badly being caught in the act.
What I don't understand is why you didn't get angry with me, said Silvana, because I wouldn't like it if someone surprised me in such an intimate... and explicit moment. I would feel very embarrassed if a stranger had seen how I came on my face... it must have been very humiliating for you, Rocío.
It was indeed, but it doesn't matter.
—Oh, don't worry about it —Karina assured him—. I'll tell you a little secret: Do you see this beautiful and shy little cookie? —She grabbed her wife's cheeks and squeezed them in a very comedic way—. Just like the time, with that innocent face... enjoys much of humiliation. When you left, we had to go back to the back room because the very slut got really hot —Rocío began to laugh and covered her face with both hands—. That's why don't be so upset, Silvana. In the end, without wanting it, you gave us a nice experience.
—Ah... good, I'm glad it's like that. Although it seems strange to me that someone would enjoy humiliation. I'm not judging or anything, just that it doesn't happen to me and I have trouble understanding it.
—Yes, many people don't understand how this works —said Karina—, just know that Rocio liked it when you surprised her right at the moment I came all over her face. The more humiliating the situation is, the hotter she gets.
Silvana felt invigorated, realized she could talk about sexual topics very directly with those women because the ice had already been broken. She was only surprised by them in the middle of a sexual act at their second meeting, which helped establish a quick bond of trust and complicity.
Come here, Silvana, sit down on this side of the counter —Karina invited her—. Let's chat for a bit, today we're going to give you a good portion of what you choose.
—Oh, I accept your invitation; but there's no need for you to give me anything as a gift. I can pay for it myself.
You'll pay for it next time —said Rocio—, this is the house's courtesy.
Mmm... good, it's fine. It would be impolite to reject it. Many thanks.
Silvana sat on a chair that was just behind the cash register. At that precise moment, a person entered the bakery, a girl with a toy poodle in her arms, and a second later a tall, thin, half-hippie guy entered. Karina and Rocío attended to their clients and Silvana waited silently. She didn't take more than two blinks to notice that Rocío wasn't wearing pants. Her round and perfect butt was covered only by a small white thong, which had almost entirely slipped between her cheeks.
Silvana was left speechless, supposing this was some kind of very risky couples game. She didn't exactly know how that humiliation thing worked, but she could imagine Karina proposing this idea to her wife so the two of them could have a good time for a while.
For added insult, after attending to the toy poodle girl, Rocío charged the skinny hippie and stopped right in front of Silvana, just a few centimeters away from her. Silvana could analyze the entire ass of that woman from an extremely close-up first plane. She even saw how it was marked under the thong: pussy. Karina approached her wife discreetly and began to caress the vaginal area above the lingerie.
Silvana wondered if the hippie could guess what was happening on the other side of the counter; but she didn't think it likely. From this side of the counter, you could see everything was covered and besides Rocio had a apron that reached almost to her knees. Only her ass poked out from behind, in a rather comic... and erotic way.
When the last client left, Rocio and Karina sat down on the other two available chairs in that narrow space.
Excuse me —said Karina—. I imagine you've noticed how Rocio is dressed, we wanted to explain that to you; but just then people came in.
—It's not necessary to explain anything —said Silvana, with a large smile on her lips—, I've already drawn my own conclusions. I imagine this is part of a game between you two.
—That's how it is —said Karina, as Rocio laughed nervously—. Sometimes I ask her to attend without pants for a little while, just so she feels the fear of being discovered.
—I love how they play between you two—Silvana assured—. You make a very good couple.
We're very playful —Karina said with a mischievous smile, which brought back Rocío's laughter—. Ah, by the way... I wanted to thank you for recommending us. A boy named Malik came not long ago, he was enchanted with a cake you gave him and came to buy more.
You got us a new client.
They've met Malik... he's a pretty unusual guy.
And where did you know him?
He's a soccer player for Ferro Carril Oeste. He moved here recently and it was my way of welcoming him to the neighborhood.
Mmm... aren't you thinking of buying it another way?
—Oh, no, Karina... I have a boyfriend. What happens is that Malik has a very peculiar lifestyle. He's quite a ladies' man, so keep an eye on it... you won't have drama with that, you're married and already know you're lesbians. Anyway, he's already conquered several girls from the area... and let's say I find out about those activities because his room is right next to mine... and you can hear the noises at night. I complained a few times because he wouldn't let me sleep; but then I discovered he's a good guy, apologized and told me he just wants us to get along. That's why I bought him a cake.
—Ah… well, if you have a boyfriend, the guy might not be interested —said Karina—. But one of our clients saw him and was enchanted, asked us where he lived, wanted to get to know him more intimately.
We live in a building here around the corner, halfway down the block. Although I wouldn't recommend the girl goes to visit him unless she knows what she's getting into.
— Why do you say that? —Asked Rocio.
It's that... um... let me see... when I brought the cake to Malik, he was naked. It's my fault because I got into the house without waiting for him to give me permission. Anyway, it didn't bother him much, he says he's used to walking around like that.
—Oh... I see where this is coming from —said Karina—. Does Malik really fulfill that rumor that black men are well-endowed?
Ugh... yes, she really does it --Silvana was the one who laughed this time--. That thing is enormous --she felt comfortable talking about the topic because she had already seen these two women in the middle of sexual activity.
—Oh... what a fright —said Rocio, while letting out one of her typical nervous giggles.
Yes, the truth is that it scares me a lot. That's why I'm not interested in him at all. Seeing such a big penis doesn't excite me because I know that thing would never fit me. I'm quite tight.
—Okay, I understand. Since it scares you, it kills all the drama — commented Karina.
Like that. Besides... I'm happy with my boyfriend.
They kept talking about trivial topics, such as the movement of people in the neighborhood, the most beautiful places to visit and other similar matters, until Silvana announced she was leaving.
Before you go —said Karina—, we're going to give you the cheesecake we promised you.
—Yes, two portions —said Rocio, while serving them on a tray.
Hey, they said one. I don't want them to give me so much.
You're taking two because you also had to put up with seeing Rocio's asshole.
Oh no, if they're going to pay me with cakes every time I see them in some sex toy, I'll have to come more often. Besides seeing a nice show, I take a cake as a gift.
The two girls laughed. Then they handed him the wrapped cheesecake on a tray.
—Come back when you want —Karina said—, and if you're looking for cakes, you already know where to find them.
Thanks, see you later.
Silvana took two steps out of the business and stopped dead in her tracks. She wondered if that last comment had a double meaning or not.
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