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I felt disappointed when she moved on from my soles, her palms caressing gently, but firmly, my legs, until she got to my ass globes.
"I'm going to massage your gluteal muscles now, don't worry, ok?" she whispered. Probably she was thinking to help me avoiding to feel embarrassed, because at first, I didn't understand what she was implying. In fact, when her hands touched my buttocks, I was a little bit surprised, but soon I relapsed into that pool of satisfaction provoked by her hand and fingers. It seemed I had there sensible spots I never knew existed. And when her fingers gently massaged both globes together, gently touching my crack between them, I just moaned. Her hands were working my buttocks muscles, but her thumbs were moving slowly inside my crack. But I never protested, I just moaned louder. And her thumbs were going lower and lower, until they touched by anus. In that exact moment, my whole body trembled, and I moaned again, harder. Mali was clearly unimpressed by my whimpers, because she continued her massage, working slowly and gently the muscles in my buttocks and around my anus, until she considered it was enough.
"Please turn around now," I heard her voice like a whisper. I had to use all my willpower to exit that blissful state, and to convince my body to turn. And probably that's why I didn't realize that my dick was now standing almost entirely erect, towering over my belly in all its 7 inches glory. I became aware of this only when I opened my eyes a little, to make sure that I was positioned correctly, and to become once again aware of my surroundings. And that wasn't the only thing to surprise me. Mali was turned toward the night stand, to get the massage oil bottle. Her body was glistening with a combination of sweat and oil, emphasizing her forms. She had an almost hourglass figure, with a round but firm ass, toned legs, and a delicious looking flat chest. I wondered for a split second why was I thinking about her chest as being "delicious", and then she turned fully toward the bed. Her penis was now fully erect, and it must have been at least 9 inches long, but thin, matching her slender figure. When she noticed that my eyes are open, she made visual contact, and gave me that genuine smile, which impressed me from the beginning. I don't know why, but this smile comforted me, and I closed my eyes once again, feeling the oil dripping on my chest and on the front side of my legs.
And again, the ecstatic feeling returned, and I lost myself in a dreamland, guided by her hands and fingers. They were working my chest, my abdomen, my legs, and I was feeling like the whole world was only there and then, nothing else mattered. Somewhere, my subconscious registered the fact that her hard dick was brushing alongside my arm, but it wasn't something bothersome. It was just there, and it was normal.
"It won't take long now, just one more thing to relax you totally," she whispered in my ear, with a voice a little hoarser than usual. I wanted to tell her that she's doing great, I'm already relaxed, but I felt her fingers massaging now my scrotum, sliding alongside the base of my penis. I moaned, and let myself go with the flow. Gone were my rational ideas, my fears, my inhibitions. It was just me, and her. I opened my heavy eye lids a little, and saw her bended above my midsection, totally absorbed in what she was doing.
Her fingers were working their magic, pressing gently on my scrotum and sliding towards my anus. Some distant memories flashed behind my closed eye lids, but the present took over again, as her fingers hit the spot. And just as unexpectedly, her fingers left the space between my legs, leaving me with a feeling of abandonment. All I could do was to moan my disappointment, and I made the effort of opening my eyes, to see what's happening.
"Just a moment," she whispered. Her face was flushed. "I have to change my position in order to work better on that last area, ok?"
I just nodded.
"Don't worry" she continued, "I'll sit very gently. Close your eyes."
Just as closed my eyes again, I felt the bed stirring, as a new weight was added next to mine. Her warm flesh was touching mine, and I could feel as her skin was as oiled and damp as mine. And after one more movement, I felt that she crossed one leg over me, and sat straight up on my chest. Surprised, I opened my eyes again, and wanted to say something. But she looked at me over her shoulder, her body blocking the light, her round buttocks caressing my chest, and comforted me:
"Close your eyes, Mike, I know what I'm doing. Leave yourself in my hands." And just like that, nothing more, I closed my eyes, as I was feeling again her fingers moving, searching in my pelvic area.
This time, her fingers knew the way, and found quickly their target. And just like that, I felt how the tip of her middle finger pushed just a little bit inside my anus. All those distant memories of love making with my wife came crushing down on me, but just like a wave, they retracted when I felt in the same time something hot and hard on my abdomen, touching the base of my penis. I knew that it had to be her own penis, that was now rock hard, and was producing in me a totally new, never felt before sensation.
During this time, which seemed to me to last forever, her finger continued its gentle penetration, and it surprised me that I didn't realize that it was in already entirely inside. I don't know why, but I out of curiosity, I tried to guess which hand she was using. It seemed it was her right hand. And just like that, her left palm cupped my balls, ever so gently. Her hands started to move in correlation, and it was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.
That wasn't all. Her buttocks started to move back and forward, tenderly caressing my chest and my abdomen, seeming to get closer and closer to my mid-section. At first, I felt the tip of her penis touching the base of my own. But with each movement, the two shafts were closer and closer. Soon their entire length was in contact, sliding next to each other, caressing each other. During this time, her hands continued their performance in my nether parts. Her middle finger was massaging my prostate from the inside, and her left hand was lovingly fondling my balls.
After a short time, I felt two needles were stinging my thighs. I knew this sensation. It means that I'm about to cum. Mali's movements on top of me were becoming more erratic, her middle finger was a little bit more forceful, but still pleasant, and her left hand was putting slightly more pressure on my balls. I opened my eyes slightly, and admired how drops of sweat were rolling down her back, how she leaned her head back, breathing heavily, how with each movement of her buttocks, I could see her perfect, neat, pink little asshole.
Gone were now every pretense of a regular massage. We were both moaning loudly, our bodies trembling. My hands were holding the bedsheet like I was about to fall, while her hands were playing hard with my balls and my prostate. Her penis was stroking itself on my own shaft, caressing each other. And while I was feeling my orgasm approaching urgently, suddenly her body tensed, her hands stopped, and her penis started pulsing. The next thing I felt was a hot fluid striking my penis and my pelvis, flooding me. In that moment I lost it, and ejaculated violently, heavily, feeling that my eruption shall never stop. I seemed to me, in my ecstatic state, that my sperm was erupting to the ceiling, that I'll drench the bed, if I don't stop soon.
Slowly, the spurts from my penis diminished, and I could feel just some drops sliding slowly on my shaft. Her body was still shacking a little, but visibly less than a few seconds ago. Gently, her middle finger left my anus, and a sudden sensation of emptiness hit me. I almost asked her to inserted it back. But I was exhausted, I couldn't say a word.
Mali was in a state not much better than mine. She let herself fall, laying down with her head between my legs, crushing gently our penises together. I could hear her breathing heavily. And there, right in front of my eyes, on my belly, her buttocks were now wide open due to her new position. Her anus was almost calling me to touch it. But I refrained. Probably I was too exhausted, but that image was burnt forever in my memory.
A few minutes have passed before she slowly, with difficulty, raised herself from on top of me.
"I'll go and get some wet towels, to clean you", she said with a spent voice.
I took her hand, and pulled her next to me. "Leave the towels, we'll wash ourselves later" I told her.
"But you're covered in a lot of cum! Look!" she exclaimed, with a serious concern in her voice.
"Leave it. Lay down next to me. Your agitation is making me become stressed again."
This argument seemed to convince her, even if her expression was still one of concern. She carefully tried to lay down on the bed, without touching me, or soiling the bed with the cum that covered her in copious amounts. Gently, but firmly, I pulled her in my arms. She looked at me with surprise in those big eyes, clearly not expecting this attitude. But nevertheless, she stretched next to me, with her head on my shoulder, and one leg crossed over mine.
I don't know why, but suddenly I felt the urge to ask her something.
"Mali, your name means something in Thai language?"
"Actually, it does. It means jasmine," she said.
"Well, in that case it means I'm covered not only in jasmine oil, but also in jasmine essence." And we both started laughing, looking down at our bodies which were coated with cum.
The relaxation was now accompanied by a sensation of fulfilment, and the next thing I remember is waking up feeling chilly. Probably we dosed off immediately, totally spent from that wonderful massage.
Slowly, without waking her, I pulled the duvet on top of us, and I turned off the light from the switch next to the bed. I had a totally new feeling of satisfaction, something I never experienced before, not even with my ex-wife. I could feel the dry cum on my penis and on my belly, but also the warm body lying partially on top of me. Mali was breathing softly, her expression serene and calm. Her head was still on my shoulder, and her right arm was wrapped over my chest. And sleep came back to me easier than ever before.
5.The next morning
At 6 in the morning, my alarm woke me up. Mali was startled. In the morning light, she looked even more beautiful, with her hair in disarray, and her sleepy eyes having a look of guilt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't plan this to happen," she whispered slowly. "I just wanted to give you a relaxation massage. I can't understand how I got this carried away, it never happened like this before..." She was about to continue, but I stopped her by placing my forefinger on her full lips.
"Don't say nothing else. Don't spoil this sensation of relaxation you induced me last night."
Hearing this, she smiled, looking genuinely happy that I wasn't mad with her.
"We should go to take a shower" I said.
"Ok. I'll go prepare the breakfast" she replied, and prepared to get down from bed.
"I think it would be better if you took a shower as well, you're as dirty as me," I told her.
"Don't worry, I'll shower later, after you've gone to work."
"Then, let me put it this way: I would prefer you coming and showering with me," I said, emphasizing the last words.
"Oh! Ok. I'd like also to take a shower with you," she said smiling. Again, I was lost in her eyes, which seemed to be the source of that smile. I felt that in her case, the eyes are truly a mirror of the soul, and I liked what I saw in those big eyes.
As we raised from the bed, I felt the dried cum cracking on my skin. Remembering how I came to be this way, I started laughing. She was looking at me curiously. "Something happened?" she asked.
"We're both coated in cum, our cum, we're both naked, we both have a penis, and yours is even bigger than mine, but I feel as all this is normal." Now I laughed even harder. "You're wonderful. You told me that I'll feel relaxed after the massage, and you delivered entirely on your promise. I never felt so relaxed before in my life!"
Mali started laughing as well. "Then it's all for the better. I was thinking that I made a terrible mistake, but it seems I was wrong." She looked relieved.
And hand in hand we headed for the bathroom next to my bedroom. We entered the shower stall together, and let the water rain down on us from the showerhead installed up above. Again, she started taking care of me, like this was the most natural thing in the world. She poured some shower gel in her hand, and gently started washing me with the rich lather. I followed her example, and did the same thing for her. As our bodies were covered in foam, I pulled her in my arms, and she laid her head on my chest, while raising her eyes to meet mine. Her head was barely reaching my shoulder. Without thinking clearly, I lowered my head. Her lips were slightly opened, and her white teeth were like two rows of pearls inside her mouth. I could feel our chests rising under our breathing, that was becoming heavier. Next thing I know, my lips were brushing her sensual lips, and kissing her. As if gaining courage from the first kiss, without breaking the eye connection, we started kissing more and more passionately. The cascading water was washing away the foam from our bodies, but we were lost in each other.
It didn't even occur to me that I was hard again, until I felt my shaft rubbing next to hers, which was just as hard. Our bodies were now like under the control of a computer software, we were moving both in conjunction, our lips' movements were mimicked by the mutual stroking of our shafts. That is when I felt her hand grabbing both our dicks together, increasing the contact surface, facilitating the mutual rubbing.
I don't know how much time we spent in the bathroom, but I know I never wanted to end, never to stop feeling the sweetness of her lips, never to feel her apart from me.
But, like all things in life, this had an end as well. When I felt that familiar stinging sensation in my thighs, I knew my orgasm in close. And I came right afterwards like a volcano. Just a moment after, she started moaning louder in my mouth, and I felt her hand releasing our shafts. Mali was cuming as well, her body trembling. Her eyes were shinning, and were locked in mine. When our orgasms subsided, we let the water wash down all that new cum from our bodies.
Until I got dressed for work, Mali prepared the breakfast. I was stunned when I entered the kitchen: she was dressed only in a small pair of panties, that didn't help at all hiding away her long penis. In fact, it emphasized it. Her hair was still damp, and she was moving through the kitchen, with the grace of a cat. She was simply mesmerizing.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, and I realized I said out loudly what I was thinking. I'm not very sure, but I think I said "You're beautiful!"
"You think so?" She sounded content, but a little uncertain as well.
I pulled her in my arms, kissed her deeply, feeling how her tongue surrendered to mine, and I told her again.
"You're beautiful!"
After breakfast, when I was ready to go to the garage, she was waiting for me near the door. She stood on her tip toes, offering me her lips. I kissed her gently.
She sniffed me, and said "You still have a faint fragrance of jasmine on your skin."
"Good. I'll wear your smell the whole day" I told her back, and I caressed her cheek.
"See you tonight, my beautiful!" I said.
"I'll be waiting for you, Mike!"
It was all I needed. She'll be at home, waiting for me.
You'll not be surprised that this was one of the best days in my life, in which the sun seemed to shine brighter, people seemed to smile more honestly, and all my business was running smoothly, like no effort whatsoever was needed to bring in the professional success.
Clearly, my assistant deserved a fat bonus for Christmas.
"I'm going to massage your gluteal muscles now, don't worry, ok?" she whispered. Probably she was thinking to help me avoiding to feel embarrassed, because at first, I didn't understand what she was implying. In fact, when her hands touched my buttocks, I was a little bit surprised, but soon I relapsed into that pool of satisfaction provoked by her hand and fingers. It seemed I had there sensible spots I never knew existed. And when her fingers gently massaged both globes together, gently touching my crack between them, I just moaned. Her hands were working my buttocks muscles, but her thumbs were moving slowly inside my crack. But I never protested, I just moaned louder. And her thumbs were going lower and lower, until they touched by anus. In that exact moment, my whole body trembled, and I moaned again, harder. Mali was clearly unimpressed by my whimpers, because she continued her massage, working slowly and gently the muscles in my buttocks and around my anus, until she considered it was enough.
"Please turn around now," I heard her voice like a whisper. I had to use all my willpower to exit that blissful state, and to convince my body to turn. And probably that's why I didn't realize that my dick was now standing almost entirely erect, towering over my belly in all its 7 inches glory. I became aware of this only when I opened my eyes a little, to make sure that I was positioned correctly, and to become once again aware of my surroundings. And that wasn't the only thing to surprise me. Mali was turned toward the night stand, to get the massage oil bottle. Her body was glistening with a combination of sweat and oil, emphasizing her forms. She had an almost hourglass figure, with a round but firm ass, toned legs, and a delicious looking flat chest. I wondered for a split second why was I thinking about her chest as being "delicious", and then she turned fully toward the bed. Her penis was now fully erect, and it must have been at least 9 inches long, but thin, matching her slender figure. When she noticed that my eyes are open, she made visual contact, and gave me that genuine smile, which impressed me from the beginning. I don't know why, but this smile comforted me, and I closed my eyes once again, feeling the oil dripping on my chest and on the front side of my legs.
And again, the ecstatic feeling returned, and I lost myself in a dreamland, guided by her hands and fingers. They were working my chest, my abdomen, my legs, and I was feeling like the whole world was only there and then, nothing else mattered. Somewhere, my subconscious registered the fact that her hard dick was brushing alongside my arm, but it wasn't something bothersome. It was just there, and it was normal.
"It won't take long now, just one more thing to relax you totally," she whispered in my ear, with a voice a little hoarser than usual. I wanted to tell her that she's doing great, I'm already relaxed, but I felt her fingers massaging now my scrotum, sliding alongside the base of my penis. I moaned, and let myself go with the flow. Gone were my rational ideas, my fears, my inhibitions. It was just me, and her. I opened my heavy eye lids a little, and saw her bended above my midsection, totally absorbed in what she was doing.
Her fingers were working their magic, pressing gently on my scrotum and sliding towards my anus. Some distant memories flashed behind my closed eye lids, but the present took over again, as her fingers hit the spot. And just as unexpectedly, her fingers left the space between my legs, leaving me with a feeling of abandonment. All I could do was to moan my disappointment, and I made the effort of opening my eyes, to see what's happening.
"Just a moment," she whispered. Her face was flushed. "I have to change my position in order to work better on that last area, ok?"
I just nodded.
"Don't worry" she continued, "I'll sit very gently. Close your eyes."
Just as closed my eyes again, I felt the bed stirring, as a new weight was added next to mine. Her warm flesh was touching mine, and I could feel as her skin was as oiled and damp as mine. And after one more movement, I felt that she crossed one leg over me, and sat straight up on my chest. Surprised, I opened my eyes again, and wanted to say something. But she looked at me over her shoulder, her body blocking the light, her round buttocks caressing my chest, and comforted me:
"Close your eyes, Mike, I know what I'm doing. Leave yourself in my hands." And just like that, nothing more, I closed my eyes, as I was feeling again her fingers moving, searching in my pelvic area.
This time, her fingers knew the way, and found quickly their target. And just like that, I felt how the tip of her middle finger pushed just a little bit inside my anus. All those distant memories of love making with my wife came crushing down on me, but just like a wave, they retracted when I felt in the same time something hot and hard on my abdomen, touching the base of my penis. I knew that it had to be her own penis, that was now rock hard, and was producing in me a totally new, never felt before sensation.
During this time, which seemed to me to last forever, her finger continued its gentle penetration, and it surprised me that I didn't realize that it was in already entirely inside. I don't know why, but I out of curiosity, I tried to guess which hand she was using. It seemed it was her right hand. And just like that, her left palm cupped my balls, ever so gently. Her hands started to move in correlation, and it was clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.
That wasn't all. Her buttocks started to move back and forward, tenderly caressing my chest and my abdomen, seeming to get closer and closer to my mid-section. At first, I felt the tip of her penis touching the base of my own. But with each movement, the two shafts were closer and closer. Soon their entire length was in contact, sliding next to each other, caressing each other. During this time, her hands continued their performance in my nether parts. Her middle finger was massaging my prostate from the inside, and her left hand was lovingly fondling my balls.
After a short time, I felt two needles were stinging my thighs. I knew this sensation. It means that I'm about to cum. Mali's movements on top of me were becoming more erratic, her middle finger was a little bit more forceful, but still pleasant, and her left hand was putting slightly more pressure on my balls. I opened my eyes slightly, and admired how drops of sweat were rolling down her back, how she leaned her head back, breathing heavily, how with each movement of her buttocks, I could see her perfect, neat, pink little asshole.
Gone were now every pretense of a regular massage. We were both moaning loudly, our bodies trembling. My hands were holding the bedsheet like I was about to fall, while her hands were playing hard with my balls and my prostate. Her penis was stroking itself on my own shaft, caressing each other. And while I was feeling my orgasm approaching urgently, suddenly her body tensed, her hands stopped, and her penis started pulsing. The next thing I felt was a hot fluid striking my penis and my pelvis, flooding me. In that moment I lost it, and ejaculated violently, heavily, feeling that my eruption shall never stop. I seemed to me, in my ecstatic state, that my sperm was erupting to the ceiling, that I'll drench the bed, if I don't stop soon.
Slowly, the spurts from my penis diminished, and I could feel just some drops sliding slowly on my shaft. Her body was still shacking a little, but visibly less than a few seconds ago. Gently, her middle finger left my anus, and a sudden sensation of emptiness hit me. I almost asked her to inserted it back. But I was exhausted, I couldn't say a word.
Mali was in a state not much better than mine. She let herself fall, laying down with her head between my legs, crushing gently our penises together. I could hear her breathing heavily. And there, right in front of my eyes, on my belly, her buttocks were now wide open due to her new position. Her anus was almost calling me to touch it. But I refrained. Probably I was too exhausted, but that image was burnt forever in my memory.
A few minutes have passed before she slowly, with difficulty, raised herself from on top of me.
"I'll go and get some wet towels, to clean you", she said with a spent voice.
I took her hand, and pulled her next to me. "Leave the towels, we'll wash ourselves later" I told her.
"But you're covered in a lot of cum! Look!" she exclaimed, with a serious concern in her voice.
"Leave it. Lay down next to me. Your agitation is making me become stressed again."
This argument seemed to convince her, even if her expression was still one of concern. She carefully tried to lay down on the bed, without touching me, or soiling the bed with the cum that covered her in copious amounts. Gently, but firmly, I pulled her in my arms. She looked at me with surprise in those big eyes, clearly not expecting this attitude. But nevertheless, she stretched next to me, with her head on my shoulder, and one leg crossed over mine.
I don't know why, but suddenly I felt the urge to ask her something.
"Mali, your name means something in Thai language?"
"Actually, it does. It means jasmine," she said.
"Well, in that case it means I'm covered not only in jasmine oil, but also in jasmine essence." And we both started laughing, looking down at our bodies which were coated with cum.
The relaxation was now accompanied by a sensation of fulfilment, and the next thing I remember is waking up feeling chilly. Probably we dosed off immediately, totally spent from that wonderful massage.
Slowly, without waking her, I pulled the duvet on top of us, and I turned off the light from the switch next to the bed. I had a totally new feeling of satisfaction, something I never experienced before, not even with my ex-wife. I could feel the dry cum on my penis and on my belly, but also the warm body lying partially on top of me. Mali was breathing softly, her expression serene and calm. Her head was still on my shoulder, and her right arm was wrapped over my chest. And sleep came back to me easier than ever before.
5.The next morning
At 6 in the morning, my alarm woke me up. Mali was startled. In the morning light, she looked even more beautiful, with her hair in disarray, and her sleepy eyes having a look of guilt.
"I'm sorry, I didn't plan this to happen," she whispered slowly. "I just wanted to give you a relaxation massage. I can't understand how I got this carried away, it never happened like this before..." She was about to continue, but I stopped her by placing my forefinger on her full lips.
"Don't say nothing else. Don't spoil this sensation of relaxation you induced me last night."
Hearing this, she smiled, looking genuinely happy that I wasn't mad with her.
"We should go to take a shower" I said.
"Ok. I'll go prepare the breakfast" she replied, and prepared to get down from bed.
"I think it would be better if you took a shower as well, you're as dirty as me," I told her.
"Don't worry, I'll shower later, after you've gone to work."
"Then, let me put it this way: I would prefer you coming and showering with me," I said, emphasizing the last words.
"Oh! Ok. I'd like also to take a shower with you," she said smiling. Again, I was lost in her eyes, which seemed to be the source of that smile. I felt that in her case, the eyes are truly a mirror of the soul, and I liked what I saw in those big eyes.
As we raised from the bed, I felt the dried cum cracking on my skin. Remembering how I came to be this way, I started laughing. She was looking at me curiously. "Something happened?" she asked.
"We're both coated in cum, our cum, we're both naked, we both have a penis, and yours is even bigger than mine, but I feel as all this is normal." Now I laughed even harder. "You're wonderful. You told me that I'll feel relaxed after the massage, and you delivered entirely on your promise. I never felt so relaxed before in my life!"
Mali started laughing as well. "Then it's all for the better. I was thinking that I made a terrible mistake, but it seems I was wrong." She looked relieved.
And hand in hand we headed for the bathroom next to my bedroom. We entered the shower stall together, and let the water rain down on us from the showerhead installed up above. Again, she started taking care of me, like this was the most natural thing in the world. She poured some shower gel in her hand, and gently started washing me with the rich lather. I followed her example, and did the same thing for her. As our bodies were covered in foam, I pulled her in my arms, and she laid her head on my chest, while raising her eyes to meet mine. Her head was barely reaching my shoulder. Without thinking clearly, I lowered my head. Her lips were slightly opened, and her white teeth were like two rows of pearls inside her mouth. I could feel our chests rising under our breathing, that was becoming heavier. Next thing I know, my lips were brushing her sensual lips, and kissing her. As if gaining courage from the first kiss, without breaking the eye connection, we started kissing more and more passionately. The cascading water was washing away the foam from our bodies, but we were lost in each other.
It didn't even occur to me that I was hard again, until I felt my shaft rubbing next to hers, which was just as hard. Our bodies were now like under the control of a computer software, we were moving both in conjunction, our lips' movements were mimicked by the mutual stroking of our shafts. That is when I felt her hand grabbing both our dicks together, increasing the contact surface, facilitating the mutual rubbing.
I don't know how much time we spent in the bathroom, but I know I never wanted to end, never to stop feeling the sweetness of her lips, never to feel her apart from me.
But, like all things in life, this had an end as well. When I felt that familiar stinging sensation in my thighs, I knew my orgasm in close. And I came right afterwards like a volcano. Just a moment after, she started moaning louder in my mouth, and I felt her hand releasing our shafts. Mali was cuming as well, her body trembling. Her eyes were shinning, and were locked in mine. When our orgasms subsided, we let the water wash down all that new cum from our bodies.
Until I got dressed for work, Mali prepared the breakfast. I was stunned when I entered the kitchen: she was dressed only in a small pair of panties, that didn't help at all hiding away her long penis. In fact, it emphasized it. Her hair was still damp, and she was moving through the kitchen, with the grace of a cat. She was simply mesmerizing.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, and I realized I said out loudly what I was thinking. I'm not very sure, but I think I said "You're beautiful!"
"You think so?" She sounded content, but a little uncertain as well.
I pulled her in my arms, kissed her deeply, feeling how her tongue surrendered to mine, and I told her again.
"You're beautiful!"
After breakfast, when I was ready to go to the garage, she was waiting for me near the door. She stood on her tip toes, offering me her lips. I kissed her gently.
She sniffed me, and said "You still have a faint fragrance of jasmine on your skin."
"Good. I'll wear your smell the whole day" I told her back, and I caressed her cheek.
"See you tonight, my beautiful!" I said.
"I'll be waiting for you, Mike!"
It was all I needed. She'll be at home, waiting for me.
You'll not be surprised that this was one of the best days in my life, in which the sun seemed to shine brighter, people seemed to smile more honestly, and all my business was running smoothly, like no effort whatsoever was needed to bring in the professional success.
Clearly, my assistant deserved a fat bonus for Christmas.
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