During the twenty minutes that elapsed while I waited for my coffee and drank it, I didn't lift my gaze from my reading, trying to concentrate only on that, without being able to leave out of feeling his eyes running over me without shame.
In one of those crowded and busy bars in the center of Buenos Aires, I was waiting for a client, it was 10 am and given the place and time, I couldn't believe the fantasies and sensations that that silent observer was provoking in me.
I barely managed to sneak a peek at him when I called the waiter to bring me another coffee, my appointment was delayed, at least half an hour more. When I saw him, a warm sensation invaded me, he was a mature man, formally dressed and with a strong and penetrating gaze, sitting across from me at the adjacent table.
The game of seduction began, I thought to myself, so you want to look? I'll give you something to look...at...
I settled into my chair and took off my jacket, with a calculated movement that opened up the scoop of my white silk shirt a little more, sliding it down to leave one shoulder exposed, with premeditated slowness adjusting my clothes without stopping feeling his gaze fixed on my skin.
I continued reading while my right hand caressed my neck, shoulders, and the birth of my breasts with all the malignant sensuality I was capable of deploying.
When the waiter brought me the second coffee, I thanked him with a smile and looked up again, his eyes were staring boldly at mine and defiantly, I held his gaze.
The man got up and without waiting for an invitation sat down beside me.
Keep reading, he said, keep doing everything you're doing. His voice had a hypnotic force to which I obeyed without thinking.
I resumed my caresses and my gaze dropped back down to the book...the letters danced before me, with no meaning whatsoever.
He put one of his hands on my crossed legs and with a light pressure, without saying a word made me uncross them...I looked at it in vain protest, it repeated itself, follow your book...play with your skin.
It started to caress my legs over my knee-high socks, from the knees to the groin, its hand transmitted warmth...I blushed like a teenager and my heart galloped while I tried to maintain composure.
I wanted it to stop, I wanted it to continue, I had already lost all trace of self-control...it separated my legs with natural authority, and the tips of his fingers brushed against my skin, which was burning feverishly...his fingers slid along the edge of my thong finding my warm and moist lips, instinctively I parted my legs a little more.
It played to its heart's content with my surrender, closed my eyes and brought my head back, it ordered me to open them...with soft pressure it pressed my clitoris that was pulsating, begging...pleading...
Meanwhile, my right hand gripped my erect nipples tightly, his caresses became more intense, I was on the verge of delaying my orgasm. He, feeling my agitated breathing, brought two of his fingers inside my hot sex and my body trembled with an intensified orgasm due to the silence that the moment and place forced me to maintain...I remained for a few seconds without breath.
Finally, he allowed me to lift my gaze, look at him, he smiled, kissed my cheek, got up and left, leaving the local.
I followed his steps through the glass door, crossed the street and took hold of a woman who was standing on the opposite sidewalk, watching us from afar...he walked away with her, bringing me back to reality. The voice of my client greeting him as he arrived.
19 comentários - Coffee in center
"...Quería que se detuviera, quería que siguiera, ya había perdido todo rastro de autocontrol...separó mis piernas con natural autoridad, y las yemas de sus dedos rozaban mi piel, que ardía afiebrada...sus dedos se deslizaron por el borde de mi tanga encontrando mis labios cálidos y humedecidos, instintivamente separé un poco más las piernas..."
Muy bueno, felicitaciones!!!
Van puntines y sale reco.
Felicitaciones ESCRITORA !
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
Qué potentes son las palabras por favor....
Besos!
¿Vamos por un taller de lectura?
¿Por qué las mujeres escriben más que los hombres? ¿Lo sabe usted?
me encanto , felicitaciones
besos Misko
Como nos tenes acostumbrados!
Gracias por compartir
+10 y reco!
ademas provocaste ...esa sensacion de que algun dia...algun dia...
compartamos un cafe...
puntos y recomendado a todos...
gracias my queen!! jeje
Me puso super calentita..
Sos tremenda escritora...te felicito... 😉
Te dejo mis 10 puntitos y mil besitos...