2! A private relationship
Monday, May 18th, 2009We passed two or three emails - and before anyone had email, we had it we were almost mandatory, university or similar, and it was a kind of white duckling tale of the goat and the wolf - before meeting the conditions:
"I do not know about you, I do not want coffee before or after cigarette. You go up to the hotel room where I stay, call the door, you'll be waiting. If I do not like, you're going the way you came. And if you agree, we do what we do, and you leave once we finished. The less we talk, the better "
Said and done, I said the hotel (a luxury hotel by the sea, he said he worked there and be discreet), the time and told me to announce at the reception saying, "I have a meeting room nnnn" to let me pass.
Arriving at the room. Doubts arise ... how I was sure who was going to get? How in heaven's name, I knew I would be waiting for a woman and a man with all his weapons ready? In this case I was prepared to say that I had the wrong room, and run away.
I call, a woman's voice asks who I am, opening the door of a room almost dark.
"I was expecting. Let me smell you "
Freaked. "Let me smell you." No "I see you." He came up to my neck, sniffed (yes, I know that you can think of an Axe ad, but no), and apparently I passed.
"We have two hours, do not talk, we have nothing to say, we will not see"
"But ..."
"Shhht" putting a finger to my lips. Do not talk.
His mouth followed his finger, kissing as if there were no tomorrow. In fact, for us there was not.
He approached the bed, turned off the light of the bedside table, was just the light on the entry.
And there in that bed, we did what we usually do in these cases. With desire, eager, curious, too, and without words.
None.
He spent half an hour, she got up, went to the bathroom, started the shower, got into the cab, I went after her. I did sign in, showered, we lathered each other. I made a last fellatio there, standing in the cockpit, in full light in the shower, I remember with nostalgia.
Over, when I was still catching his breath, he said, you have to go.
And this is the last I heard of it.
Never answered my emails.
