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Joaquin wipes us both dry with his shower towel. He’s careful and tender as he wipes me, folding the towel gently and shifting his eyes from cleaning me off to staring intensely into my eyes.
God, I needed that.
I crave more as I can’t keep my eyes off the log God blessed him with. Seems like a fallen tree a Barbie doll will have a hard time chopping. Logs and trees and big cocks, oh my. I want to laugh at my thoughts, but it’s hard not to face the awkwardness of this situation.
I met Joaquin yesterday. He’s old enough to be a young uncle of mine. And, although we didn’t have sex, if he asked me, I would’ve said yes. Only if he’d taken me to his room or my own. I can totally tell this man has what it takes to turn me upside down. Two fingers sent me to heaven, and here I am, curious if he’ll ask for more.
“Thank you for thanking me,” I say, letting go.
He gives me his one-sided smile and stands up. My god, his entire body is some sort of drawn fantasy out of the pages of my great aunt’s romance novels I’d find in her bathroom magazine rack. My grandma Delores’ little sister. She was a principal at a performing arts high school in Los Angeles and was fearless about women expressing their sexual desires.
Now here I am, suddenly paralyzed in thought about how Joaquin views me. I’m no picket fence, modest Midwest girl. I don’t desire to follow the schedule of how a woman is supposed to be, and the idea of looking for Prince Charming is only a recipe to kill my dreams.
“I had to let my guard down, and you…Nadia…” He simmers in his thoughts.
It doesn’t matter that the towel is half full with our cum; he still wraps it around his waist. His glorious cock, I’m sure, is as filling, if not more than it looks, is tucked away.
“You’ve had me extremely tense since I pulled you in from the rain. Sorry if I didn’t have enough stamina to, you know—“
“Adam’s in bed above us. What we did was enough.¨ I lie. I totally want more.
¨For now.¨ I’m thrilled those words came from him because I may fold if I have to stay here another night.
¨ I’m glad our desires are mutual.” I say as I pull up my pants and button up my pajama shirt.
“I wanted to taste you, but my fingers didn’t want to stop.”
I swallow my growing lust; imagining his lips on my wetness makes me want to cum again. I had no idea he’d be so raw with his sexual feelings especially considering how rigid he’s been, how neat he is, and how conservative he can come across. He’s hotter this way. I think we all become hotter when we let our guard down. And I had no idea how powerful that expression was or how much it led Joaquin to make the move.
We take final sips of our wine before he leads me to my room like the good host he is. Bending over, he kisses my third eye, the tender center of my forehead. This is where my tension likes to settle, almost as if I know better. Almost as if I work against my own intuition, my own spirit.
¨ You’re always so hard on your forehead, or does your knuckle bring it relief?¨
I laugh. ¨ You’ve noticed?¨
¨All the time.¨
“It’s complicated. My relationship with my third eye.¨
¨Third eye? Sounds like some California stuff?¨
Playfully, I roll my eyes, shrug, and give him a sweet peck on his lips before we say goodnight.
When I wake up, Joaquin has the generator back on. Adam is sitting in the living room watching the meteorologist informing the people of Evergreen that today, Monday, will be a better day.
With a piece of jammed toast in his hand and his stuffie, Blister, in his other hand, he glances up at me and gives me a thumbs up.
“It’s getting better!¨ he reports.
¨Good morning. So glad to hear. Where’s your Dad?¨ I ask.
Adam gestures to the pocket door. Looks like Joaquin has a customer as I hear sweet dainty laughter from the other side.
¨He opened his shop?¨
¨Just for Isabella.¨
¨Oh. Is she a regular?¨
