He had barely slept more than two hours straight in the entire evening. When she seemed to have fallen asleep, a thousan

He had barely slept more than two hours straight in the entire evening. When she seemed to have fallen asleep, a thousand and one doubts returned to her. wake up, disturbing her and forcing her to have to get up. To the kitchen drink water, take a valerian infusion or simply walk around your house Under the night light, hallway up, hallway down. That day he did not have to get up early, he had requested at his job one of those days that, due to their own business, belonged to him. Still, the nerves They prevented him from staying under the covers beyond eight-thirty in the morning. tomorrow. She covered her body with a silk robe that she tied around her delicate waist and headed to the kitchen, visited so many times in the last few hours, to prepare the first coffee of the morning. Put a new paper filter in the coffee pot, filled it with water and one by one poured the four tablespoons of ground coffee, counting them and putting in each movement the delicacy of a geisha in the elaborate tea ritual. Barefoot and not wanting to think about what the day would bring, He walked once more down the hallway to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and In front of the mirror she brushed her hair, putting it up in a high bun that she tied with one of those mother-of-pearl Chinese chopsticks, a gift from her friend Marta for her last birthday. He turned on the hot water and washed his face. While the Seca stayed looking at the image that the mirror gave her of herself. Despite everything he had suffered, time had tanned his skin, maintaining an enviable appearance at thirty-eight years old. If anything, some small wrinkles at the corners of her lips, wrinkles that she always had attributed to the moments of greatest happiness experienced. "They make me laugh," he said. always. It was then that he realized how long it had been since he He was smiling and for the first time in many months he smiled lightly, feeling accomplice of herself. Since he had time he allowed himself to stay in the shower almost an hour and during those minutes he soaped his body slowly, allowing that each pore opened and absorbed the perfume of its gel. When he clarified it he felt as if every drop of water that ran down his body took with it his doubts, his fears and his concerns, so when he got to his room To dress herself she thought she was a renewed woman. His underwear lay on the bed, carefully selected, a beige skirt and a white blouse. Brown leather belt braided dress and sandals of the same tone were, along with an amber necklace, the selected plugins. He poured himself a small cup of coffee, the aroma of which he inhaled before bringing it to her lips and meanwhile, she repeated to herself: you have to have calm down, nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen, go calmly and try Enjoy everything that is going to happen to you today. In one last quick visit to the bathroom he brushed his hair and He smeared his lips with one of those mandarin-flavored cocoa butters. He thought that taking the car would not be a good idea, it would take looking for parking and the traffic and traffic jams of those hours would only help her lose the apparent calm with which he had left home. So he chose to take the subway as he had done many times since arriving in that great city. He got off at the designated station and as he went up the escalator he felt a slight trembling in her legs, restlessness had taken over her again. He took a deep breath and as a method of not thinking about anything else, he counted the steps he gave. She arrived at that hotel scared like a bird that had just finished fall out of their nest. He approached the front desk and almost in a whisper said his name and asked about his reservation. The receptionist was a tall man, not very older, but with hair bathed in some gray. He treated her kindly and Just a few minutes, in which it took him to fill out the admission form, he She handed over the key to her room and told a bellman to accompany her. until her. They both took the elevator to the eighth floor and the young man He accompanied her to the door where she waited smiling for her tip. She couldn't nothing but smile at the boy's gesture and opening his bag he took out of his wallet a bill that he discreetly folded and handed to the boy who returned it grateful a smile. Upon entering, he took off his raincoat, his neckerchief, and his dark glasses. The room was bigger than it looked those photos of the hotel that I had seen on the internet. Yes, her fear had led to making the reservation in the most discreet way possible. He didn't even want to turn on the light, he just limited himself to opening the doors. thick curtains that hid a large window over warm curtains. The light of the sun that peeked through the clouds illuminated the room and sitting on a chair waited for that stranger he had hired. A strange and at the same time exciting sensation ran through his body. Hearing two knocks on the door, it was the agreed signal. She opened and after her A young man appeared, properly groomed, shaved and discreetly perfumed. Like the hotel, he found it on one of those service pages that are They advertise online. He selected him among the ten candidates who appeared in she. Each one of them with a kind of personal file where one could read their weight, their height, their measurements, the color of their eyes, their hair, the languages they spoke and his hobbies, all together with a photo that fit perfectly with the man who appeared. Two kisses on the cheeks were his greeting. invited him to entered and he himself prepared two glasses with ice that he filled with one of those little bottles of liquor that he found in the mini bar refrigerator. He turned on the music and approached her offering his drink and inviting her to dance, trying to calm her down and make her would stop shaking. He knew it was going to be like his first time and he didn't want to. scare her or force her to have to complete the contracted service. He began by kissing her neck, gently removing her hair and caressing his back. With his warm lips he kissed her forehead and her eyelids. until he approached her mouth, which he ran slowly with the tip of his tongue. She sought and provoked in the most innocent way that first kiss that brought their mouths, their lips and their tongues. So passionate was that kiss that he didn't even realize that he had almost stripped her of her skirt and had unbuttoned the first buttons on her blouse. The contact of one of his hands on her breasts made her She will react by separating herself from him and going to the window. At that moment he was overcome with doubt as to whether it would be correct or not. the decision he had made. It had been two years since his body had been caressed or seen by any man, since that horrible morning of a winter day she was diagnosed with breast cancer that led her to have to undergo excruciating surgery. Twenty-four months since he stopped feeling woman and only a few since her mutilated chest was reconstructed. In the minutes between one thought and another, he She had undressed and stood behind him, placing one of her legs between her thighs in which he felt as if an army of ants were they toured The only good thing his illness had had was allowing him to have now rounded and firm breasts, like when she was twenty years old. Breasts to the ones he held on to when she herself finished unbuttoning her blouse and leave them completely naked. He kissed them, weighed them, caressed them tenderly and gave them all kinds of pampering and attention without forgetting a single centimeter of your body that he attended to with his hands, his belly and his playful legs that by all means tried to separate the trembling thighs so feminine that she owned. Closing his eyes he tried to forget what had been his life in those last years and defeated, she gave herself over to the pleasure that that man gave her. He gave in all unknown ways, until now, in ways that had never been possible. imagined. With his tongue he ran through every fold of her waist and her legs. hips. Every millimeter of skin that joined his mouth to his neck, his neck to his shoulders, her shoulders to her breasts, her breasts to her waist, her waist to her belly, his belly to his pubis, his pubis to his already moistened sex and his sex to his extremities. He kissed the corners of her lips, her armpits, her wrists and her navel until it got lost between her legs that, no matter how much she tried kept closed, desire and pleasure led her to open it, subject to the gratitude that his body was experiencing in those moments. He plunged his tongue into her sex, discovering prodigious the shell that hid the magnificent pearl of her pleasure. there was not to guide him, there was no doubt that the man was an expert in every one of the recesses that the female sex contains. And forgetting about his scars he let himself be made, he let himself be licked, sucked and imbibed as many flows emanated from her hot and moist sex that in unison with her mouth began to moan and scream with pleasure. Howls erupted from his throat, effluvia from his pores, her belly convulsed and her eyes shed tears - tears of pleasure, of gratitude and joy at feeling like a woman again. END (c) C.P.Peñalva