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As we said yesterday ...

After the introductions, we agreed on the procedure: before we arrive at a hotel room. At the reception would be a key to its attention, and we would begin without waiting. The come in a while, when they were in the heat of the action. Enter your key, without interrupting us, grace was that, its transparency, its insubstantiality, sit in a chair, and simply be there. We were not going to offer a greeting, a drink, a "sit back, Mr. Corominas, are you at home, will you drink? no, do not bother us at all, please, your presence is always welcome, excuse me but then we are with you as soon as we finish this matter pending, "none of this should not happen.

Simply, there would not be there. After the function, or boring, it's like without a good afternoon, he would go when he pleased, without exchanging a word.

It must be said that the issue for us is greatly simplified, as for not being professional exhibitionists, we had not known very well what our attitude should be, as natural as life itself, showing the best and most juicy details, setting up competitions ... ..

Well, the day has come when H D and a quarter. We're both in the room, watching us. This is usually not our routine. In general went out to dinner, we talked, we approach each other through the voice, the looks, the touch of a hand first, then a kiss, then a touch on the car seat, a pat on the neck , we break the coldness of the day, the stress of work, occupations parking, making the last call on the phone while your skin get used to contact the other. Nor was it a ritual, sometimes we felt the urgency of desire, and had stopped the car on the highway to get lost in a thicket, or a work shed in the rain, sometimes just half we had escaped going to the movies because we felt other priorities. But not that day. We had finished our work each side, and we had gathered in that hotel, we did not want to contaminate anything from us with this venture.

We're both there, and saying: What now, what? It is a tense situation between us, neither repent, but do not really know how to start. The reach, sit on the couch or lay on the bed and start groping is not our style. A little worried, and with an eye on the clock (although we have time), under a desk and ask for a double whiskey. It is a change in routine, not ever drink between meals, but otherwise I will not be able to begin spraying the ice angel who hovers around the room. She waits for me while sit-in the chair, fiddling with the TV remote. Not exactly the ideal situation. She zapeando, I smelled alcohol. I think the later is not going to go a long way, and asked if we left it. She says that she does not, if I want .... is not helpful, do not know if it tells me a favor, if you really do not fancy and does not want to upset me, if you win and do not dare to acknowledge it. Total, which, driven by the whiskey, I say go ahead and stroke her face, kissed her neck, long dresses, and little by little, the angel melts.

We lie, she has already lost in the operation blouse and skirt, the shirt I, we have opened the bed and we are restarting the rite, my mouth lost in her mouth, my hands caressing her back, her hands unbuckling my belt.

I've reached the mouth with its center, through the panties, my hands under her bra lost, when you open the door. I realize I only because it hesitates a moment, I feel the sudden tension in your body, I can not see anything. She turns around, puts his face into the pillow, I have no choice but to continue kissing caressing her back, from the neck down, the tips of the fingers recognizing a road trip so many times, back through the center , counting their vertebrae (never left the same number), sides to her breasts, hidden from view by the bedding, but accessible if it is incorporated minimally. It does, I have your chest and between my fingers, I have not yet seen anything or anyone.

I can not help glancing look, and there is the Mr. Corominas, very composed, very dapper, very sitting in the chair, very inclined towards us, not just the jacket is removed. A 30 cm. my back we detailed consideration. The truth is that there is nothing to see yet. We're both still half dressed, the two give back ... but this situation will not last long, the truth is that their eyes electrified me, and I'm not very comfortable in this position, spare me all the clothes, I stretched my body. I have no choice but to sit up, sit on the bed opposite to yours, take off the rest of clothing that bothers me. Well, I'm naked, sitting on the bed behind him and her profile as a bullfighter. I have no choice but to stand up quickly, feeling his eyes that I walk over.

The turn to her and remove her bra. She has narrowed her eyes, something extraordinary, when we had always made love with their eyes open, eyes bebiéndonos. We return once more to gestures repeated many times and always new, not abstract away completely, neither she nor I feel on our skin and our sex rubbing your eyes touch. More than once a glimmer in the eyes of my companion run diagonally to where is he, more than once a movement that she can do, to get more comfortable position, or because it annoys a fold of the sheet seems to me which is either to hide, or so he can enjoy the entire show, I do not know very well.

I do not care much and have been moments of doubt, at this time and my body is who holds the reins, and only passes like a shadow in my mind that at the bottom displaying indecent excites me, sharing the odor and sounds: the sound of the mattress, the blows of our skin in a rush, the whispers wet when I leave her, her gasps at some point, so many sounds that sometimes I have stolen from strangers in the solitude of my hotel nights, when with an ear to the wall, listening to the couples in the next room.

I like to think Mr. Corominas eyes fixed on my body and hers. Imagine what he is seeing

She starts moaning in a crescendo continued, again and again, so I wonder whether natural or not.

Because it is usually not as expansive. We see the obliquely, without losing his composure, his eyes on us, not as a whole, not in his letter said the "Rest, observe the reaction of each one as you recompose the image, makeup, light on your body, the reflection of your eyes ... "No, at this time their eyes are crossing our legs, leaving hardly a trace in them, reaching, penetrating, a look between them, did not lose a moment of action collecting from our bodies shine in his eyes. And about to shine, we are magnificent, young lovers, bathed in sweat, enjoy us being there together, dear.

We forget and all, or at least I forget when she decides it's time to end. With a stroke expert at the right time, I get my pleasure, always shorter, more epidermal sharper, intertwine with yours, go to the same rhythm, speeding at certain times, slowing in others, in a spiral of which we will just exhausted.

Since there is no one more than us, our bodies, we are not aware of anything other than the touch of our skin to blend in the other, combined drives our bodies, unable to separate our feelings. I know, I feel the same feelings when I caress her, there in the gap that exists between her legs, she knows through me, what is being inside a woman, noticing my body when I am in it. Know it is me, what we have to do to finish, what movement do you caress. And we do. Ended in a sigh of joy, almost a sob, and remain an infinite time in each other, recovering consciousness, the senses, the feelings.

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