2b. In the darkroom. It
And the hands, freed from the prison of the body, had continued playing harps dusty alone in the halls of the Palace and it was said that at night, when the monsoon raged and I kept hearing more music than the howling of the wind and patter of rain, freezing those hands were lost in the body of his lover, trying to recover some of the heat of life.
Felt his own body on, need to find out who were those hands that ever played, no one had touched him. 
He returned the caress, his hands looked at that time were on his waist, trying to cut through his body and his companion, looking down the button on her blouse. He took the hands, hesitated a moment, thinking he wanted to retire. On the contrary, he hugged his waist, bringing the body that belonged to his back. And he felt, clearly defined, breasts that rested against it, while a female voice asked:
I can ¿?
any response as a bit separated from your partner's body, leaving space to reach the buttons. Within seconds he had opened her blouse and fondled her breasts hands, a caress wise, neither too hard nor too soft, while the body of her (now I knew it was her) was embracing his own. All these movements could no longer go unnoticed by her partner, who split a bit to see them both. She had her eyes closed, pending only the touch of her hands in her body. The hands lingered between the skin and bra, and then moved slowly, so slowly down, dropping his pants belt and step in a movement of legerdemain, to reach the soft fuzz that barely covered her sex, and losing there for a while endless.
I could not believe that it was she, who had never attracted to women who were there, standing motionless, legs slightly apart to leave a wet road in the hands of another woman.
The route they were doing was so different from men, she noticed that sometimes wandering, lost, through the maze and folds of her female body, without giving his vein and no taste, as he called it, if not even with the essence of his femeidad, the area will lose the world to view. Those fingers were located quickly, they moved with precise timing, but she probably would have done different, stronger, less timidly.
Since she also wanted to be participatory, turned to the woman missed her partner, and ran his hands under his sweater. I had never touched a woman's breasts, he surprised the sensuality of her skin, so different from that of men. Involuntarily compared with his size. They were much smaller, but also firm as a green apricot. He felt a little envious, to think that, being so small, it was easy that they remain hard, and would have liked to see if the unknown, with breasts like yours would have had the same attention. Ran his hand over her nipples, feeling an immediate response, and a chill. But the chill was in his body.
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