Mara had forgotten how hard it was to move.
Now she’s all alone with a bunch of boxes. When the last two boxes were brought, she breathed lightly.
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Her shoulders were hurting her and she called to a company where they were doing massage at home, someone to relax her muscles so strained after so many days to carry her luggage. Patricia had recommended that apartment over a garage of a Victorian home in the old town center. It was more than an apartment in a block of flats, with agitation and many tenants. While she was putting a cold drink, somebody knocked at the door. She walked over the pile of boxes and opened the door. In front of her was a man with blue eyes, imposing, with a little beard.
– I apologize for the delay, but I do not write the names of the streets and I’ve lost for almost an hour!
After she avoided his insistent gaze, she invited him in. He was looking so damn well! He was full of muscles, the skin was tanned, he was not carrying anything, like a massage table or something. Mara apologized that she did not have the couch yet and led him to the kitchen table where she put on a blanket. The air conditioning had already cooled the room, it was a nice atmosphere. He studied her carefully from head to toe.
– Shall we begin?
He asked, gently lifting his eyebrows and staring at her curiously. She seemed to him a bit sexy, carelessly dressed in her short cut pants and a large T-shirt, and her black and long hair was caught with a scarf.
– Of course! Do I undress myself? She was not shy, she had never been in front of a man. She went to the bathroom where she undressed, she put a sheet on her, and walked out with a bottle of scented cream for massage. He watched her very carefully, as if he wanted to devour her.
– Can I offer you a cold drink? I was just about to cool myself!
– Of course! Thank you!
She offered him the glass of the drink and then she lay down on the faded blanket.
– I realize that you’ve moved recently !
– Yeah, now I’ve finished the last luggage! I will live here for six months!
In the next second he took off the sheet from her and instead put a towel over her buttocks. She felt his gaze over her naked body. The towel piece only covered the buttocks, so it was almost naked. At one point he put the perfumed lotion in his hands and began to massage her tight shoulders. She felt the palms of his hands.
– Do you have many clients? I feel the experience from your hands!
– Enough of them. I’m not just doing this. The calluses are not from the massage!
– I understand. I hope you weren’t bothered by my question!
– Certainly not!
– I’m a ballerina! I dance a lot and I have my legs pretty destroyed. I’m gonna want them massaged too.
– Of course! I will do my job all over your body!
His hands began to massage below, in the middle, and the towel slid slightly. Then he massaged the calves one by one. Her eyes began to close easily after a few discussions about the family who had not agreed with her to become a ballerina. At one point his hands began to climb, touching the breasts slightly. She winced slowly, and her heart began to beat very fast. She had never felt such a man’s touch, even though she had a lot of people who hugged her in their arms during the dancing. Now the blood had gone up to her ear lobe, and she was getting nervous. His fingers gave her maximum sensations of excitement. After touching her thighs, he descended to her back of her feet that were full of calluses and he started to massage them. It was so good! She was about to shut her eyes, he was making her feel so good. After finishing with them, he told her to turn with her face up. She was so sleepy and she did that, without even realizing she was naked. He elicited an exclamation, perhaps surprised by her nakedness, and then put some towels over her. He poured the lotion into his hands and started massaging her temples easily, then the clavicle, and then down to the top of her chest. Mara wanted him to touch her breasts. Her nipples hardened, but she did not ask for anything. He raised her arm and began to massage her muscles lightly. He slowly began to descend to her palm, leaving her soft wrists, leaning against his chest. She could not do anything more, she would have done everything he would have said. He was massaging each finger from her hand, and she managed to open her eyes and stare at him in his blue eyes.
– I wish I could see you dancing!
He put her other hand on his chest and he easily descended over her lips, feeling her breathing. She felt his heart beats and she let herself carried away. He began kissing her slightly, then he walked away and told her that he was expecting her to have dinner with him at eight o’clock. She did not have time to respond and he walked out the door. She got up and dropped herself to the water in the bath tub, where she would relax as her doctor had recommended, for her legs that were injured because of her dance.
At eight o’clock he was in front of the door, dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt. He was looking like a teenager at his first date. He was holding a bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back and when he offered it to her, he touched her breast slightly. She was lost for a moment and then took the bouquet, looking for a vase.
– Let’s go! You can go barefoot if your feet hurt you! I saw you mounted the sofa. Do not forget to turn off the light!
Before she got out of the house he took her in his arms.
– But what are you doing?
– Nothing you do not like!
He put her close to his chest and began kissing her.
-Your breasts are answering me!
She felt a virile man who wanted her. She felt his penis which was pushing her through his pants. She tried to resist, but at one point she let go. They kissed for a few minutes then he stopped and said:
– We can go to eat! It is not normal to take the dessert first!
He took her by the hand and went out to the door, taking her home, into a gorgeous house with a large veranda, a huge kitchen, and tasteful furniture. She never stood in such a beautiful home. She helped him put the chicken with rice and salad on the plates, and then he poured wine into glasses. All was looking great. He came near her and kissed her gently on her neck, biting her ear lobe. After eating, she helped him get the plates, and he approached her, making romantic statements. She began to unbutton her jeans and play with her bikini elastic. She retired and refused to continue.
– We do not know each other except today, I can not do that!
– It does not matter! I feel like you want, your nipples look like this, your breathing, your response to the kiss that I gave you!
He took her in his arms and climbed the stairs to the bedroom, and there he put her on the bed. He started kissing her neck, her breasts, her thighs, her everything. She felt the excitement to the top of her hair. He penetrated her and heard the light moaning she made without realizing …
