You are a restless woman …….
He whispered, wrapping his arm around her in that first furtive encounter while his other hand gently and slowly stroked her complexion, her neck, her shoulders, her chest.
Well today you are going to be still
And that phrase slipped through the pores of that indomitable woman at the same time that those first stolen caresses were recorded from that day and forever in the memory of her skin.
Never in his 43 years of life was there a man who dared to speak to her as he did, used imperatives that on any other occasion would have unleashed her fury. She. Feminist woman, combative, vehement and strong, appeared disarmed before the forms of that stranger. And without further ado, he was carried away by the fragrance of the unsettling and unpredictable.
At that moment not only time stopped, the people around them at that beach bar, where they saw each other for the first time just a few hours later after having exchanged endless words and emotions in an irreverent WhatsApp that caused more than one surprise and a lot of excitement, one by one they were fading, disappearing among the caresses of them who no longer perceived more than their bodies.
He caressed, looked at and kissed her hands while the sound of the sea mixed with a haunting, exciting sensual melody. All her senses were enjoying that moment, the smell of salt and the fragrance of him that intoxicated her, the music of the waves and the voice of both traveling through bits of life, harmonious, serene, sensual, their gazes in almost permanent contact, she everywhere, when she returned to the world from a flight of senses, found his eyes, deep and kind eyes with a background of daring that made them simply irresistible, and the sun that shone exceptionally that May 8, the softness in contact with his skin, and the taste taken in small soft sips and slowly, as if he were trying to read the scars on his skin and decrypt a hidden hieroglyph that revealed a vast world of unknown pleasures.
Little by little and as if it were a perfect sequence of musical notes, without stopping touching each other for a second, the caresses led to passionate hugs, kisses, fusion. They were two strangers and she felt that it was the first time that they had read her drives and desires so correctly, if she wanted him to kiss her, he would kiss her, if she wanted him to caress her breasts he would caress her breasts and if she wanted him to passionately grabbed her hair and hugged her so hard as to break her, he grabbed her hair and hugged her so tightly that it seemed that he wanted to break her.
She couldn't even be bewildered because she wasn't there, she just felt and flew and flew and flew. His hands, his mesmerizing gaze, that calm and firm voice, and the intoxicating smell he gave off were enough elements to annihilate her mind, a mind created to protect itself from dangerous, dominating, disrespectful men. Being a strong and determined woman, she did not allow a single sample of domination from a male towards her, if she perceived any action that could presuppose dominance, she would react like a wolf defending her freedom, her space, her being. But that man in some strange way dominated her and excited her, on other occasions she had allowed herself to be carried away by his fieryness, because she always knew how a fiery woman given to the pleasures of the body, but she controlled the situation, dominating, directing. Today was different, he got carried away and flew.
It was no longer mind, just drive.
Sitting on top of him, she felt his breathing and excitement increase; She was wet, very wet, she wanted that stranger to penetrate her, suck her, tie her up, spank her, she wanted everything, her body that has never known how to lie was crying out for it, and he, an expert in hieroglyphics, read the signs that sent and began to gently touch her clitoris very gently. She felt her entire body vibrate and accompanied his friction on her wet sex with the swaying of her waist, thus masturbating her, kissing, caressing each other, and between glances of provocative complicity, they moved away from the beach bar and lay down on the sand of the beach.
It was mid-afternoon, the sun was heating up an environment that had already melted the poles, and they both undressed on that beach with the same serenity they had been talking about and recognizing each other on their skin. He laid her down on the sand and continued to jerk her off, and she gave herself up to the pleasure. She felt how he played with her sex, how he brushed her lips almost without touching them and that excited her extremely, while with the other hand he caressed her body, her nipples, her breasts, grabbed her neck, covered her eyes, each movement caused a endless reactions all pleasant that kept her on a constant flight. You don't even know how many times I have an orgasm. It was like being in full ecstasy of pleasure and never ending. He lost track of time, space, of his rational mind, he only felt joy, enjoyment, pleasure ... ecstasy!
The ecstasy was such that she felt that without even trying to contain her desire, she timidly grabbed his penis and directed it towards her sex, impatient to be finally penetrated, and there in the middle of everything, feeling into nothingness, they melted in an instant that will be recorded. forever in the memory of your skin and your soul.
When they realized that afternoon had fallen, she remained in a flight of ecstasy for hours, for days, she never imagined that from a game she invented to gather ideas for her gender classes, this discovery would emerge, an extraordinary serendipity without a doubt that appeared more interesting than the game he had started. Now she was not the one who directed the game, she became a player and eager for curiosity to experiment beyond what she had never experienced, in every way, she remembered the only rule that had directed her life until and began to play without rules. The game was dangerous and therefore exciting, and he set out to play the game without limits.
That day she rediscovered herself as the impulsive woman she had been and gave herself to be discovered, discovered in her freedoms and in her limits.
That encounter was preceded by 14 more to date, anywhere on the map, always without skin, exposed to feel and experience. Each and every one of these encounters has been totally pleasant in every way, in each one discovering himself, undressing, surrendering. There are still barriers to overcome, but the game continues in the same way it began, without rules, without conditions, without limits.
The game of life is unstoppable.
By Rosa Libertad
