A rainy summer day, when all you want is to do nothing, to happen nothing…
She woke up pretty late, around noon…
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she was bored and a little bit tired so the only decision she could take was to stay home, to read, to be lazy and sleep. She drank her coffee, smoke a cigarette and her thought flew at him. She was looking at her photos, wondering what he was doing in those moments, she was wondering if he was thinking also about her. The phone rang and awake her from her dreaming. She got up angry and answered short, but in the next second a smile lighted up her face, even her eyes were smiling… It was his voice, that voice that she was missing so much, they haven’t talk in a long time. They discussed banalities then he asked her if she could come at the hotel where he was staying to eat together… She wasn’t hungry, the weather was dreadful, but she gladly accepted his invitation. Although she said her not hurry she was impatient to see him. She took a shower quickly, she put her make up on fast, she did her hair and she remained like a statue in front of the wardrobe: she didn’t know what to wear. She was meeting with him, they were going to eat and she must wear something aduquate… While her hands were looking for some clothes, with the thought of him… her eyes saw a white lace pair of lingerie. She thought that those lace panties and bra are perfect. Without thinking she put them on then she chose a black, medium short skirt with a wide crevice and obviously a white blouse with a lot of tiny buttons, which was fitting her perfectly, letting it show just as much as it should , for a classy woman. She put on his most favorite perfume, she ordered a taxi and went out in a hurry. The car arrived shortly but the traffic was bad because of the weather. It looked like everybody went out by car at that hour and she had no patience no more. She believed she would not arrive already. She was relieved when she arrived in the front of the hotel and she saw him smiling. He kissed her and hugged her, then he took her hand and went to the hotel restaurant. She couldn’t understand why they have to go to eat, when she was burning with the desire to make love with him and each minute was transforming in thousands for her. They took a seat at a table near the window, next to each other. Although it was raining, the view was spactacular. They could see a large sight of the town which was covered by drops of rain, that were flowing heavy. After they ordered he started to look at her with that look. He let her hair free, putting his hands briefly through it. She was feeling a sweet, perfumed heat in all of her body and she wanted him to kiss her in that very moment, she wanted to be in the room with him, not at the restaurant waiting for the waiter to bring the order. She looked at him briefly and it was enough for him to read her mind. He approached her and kissed her long, he took her hand and continued to look at each other in silence. It was quite and besides a gentleman , they were the only customers. At one moment she trembled suddenly, he was daring her at a game, a secret game, just for the two of them. She felt his hand under table touching her leg, then taking up her skirt with slow moves, caressing her joint. The silk stockings were giving him goosebumps… she was feeling he was enjoying it also. He was caressing her slowly, painfully slowly, she could almost control her moanings. She could stop him, but she was enjoying it and she let herself pray to his challengings. She wanted to look like she doesn’t care, looking by the widow at the rain drops. She didn’t know how much that game lasted, but she felt him stopping suddenly. The waiter came with the order, he retired slowly his hand, it was like he didn’t want to let those silky stockings alone. They smiled at each other and they begin to eat without lust. They weren’t hungry, she was still feeling his hot fingers on her joints, and he was still feeling that wonderful sensations of the touch of the silk. They were looking at each other, they were smiling with their eyes full of sparkle and desire and soon they decided it was best to give up. None of them wanted to finish the meal. As soon as they got in the elevator they embraced in a hug that seemed eternal. She was feeling him all hers, he was feeling her all his, they were feeling their fast breathing and their hearts racing. They were feeling they wanted each other, they were in love with each other. They wanted to continue the game, they couldn’t retire from that game of passion and love, they were feeling how they were losing control and the rules of the game were in vain. The elevator reached its destination but they were continuing to stay embraced, with their hands still holding as if they were afraid not to lose themselves. She closes her eyes and he put his hands through her hair in an agressive way, but pleasant at the same time. Maybe he wanted to be like that, or it came naturally. The conclusion is that she liked it and it brought a smile on her lips. She was feeling his strong hands ravishing her hair, then he pushed her slowly to the wall of the elevator and he was kissing her passionately. She was feeling his breath on her neck and she was melting with pleasure. They began to kiss wildly. She , without willing, pushed a button and the elevator doors opened. They went with uncontrollable moves into his room. He opened the room door and they entered fast, and he threw her purse on the armchair. His eyes went down on her scarf around her neck. He was smiling. He took off her scarf and he asked her if she wanted to experience something new. She couldn’t talk, he possessed all of her being. She nodded her head as an yes and smiled. She knew that whatever it was coming next it was going to be fantastic. He put her scarf around her eyes. She got scared at first but then when she felt the warmth of his hands she understood that nothing bad was going to happen to her and she let herself go in the game. He pushed her to the wall and began to undress her. He took off her shoes, one by one, then he opened the zipper of her skirt. She could not see anything, she was feeling incitation mixed with fear. Probably the fear of not being able to control herself. She was feeling his fingers on her silk stockings. She felt his breath closer and closer, she didn’t know what he wanted to do next and he opened up the buttons of her blouse, he took it off, whispering to her to let herself into his will. He continued to play with his fingers on her hot body and she was trying in vain to guess where the next touch will be. At one point he stopped again and he started to undress himself. In the deaf silence you could hear the swish of his shirt and the little noise of his belt . She could feel his skin perfume. She could feel him, she thoght she had a little control , but no. The game was just beginning.
