Just two days ago he had received an envelope in his office. Only his name was written on it and inside was a note, neat

Just two days ago he had received an envelope in his office. Only his name was written on it and inside was a note, neatly written with slightly slanted and perfectly legible letters. "Tuesday the 12th, at 8:00 p.m. C/Sierra Nevada no. 190-Attic. "Cecilia" Cecilia. That name made him remember the night he had lived so just a few days before in which a group of friends had shared a pleasant evening in which she was introduced. After dinner they had gone to an Irish pub where they had a pleasant conversation. His delicacy, his way of expressing himself, the slight and slow movements that she made with her hands when speaking caught his attention a lot. attention. It was as if when looking at her he saw her image in slow motion. The shine of her big eyes, her delicate face with fine features, her eyebrows exquisitely shaved, framing the contour of her expressive gaze. They made you feel comfortable with her. That woman attracted him, she was exquisitely delicate, calm, calm and she liked that. They talked about music, literature and at a certain moment At night the labor issue arose. It was the first time I met a woman physiotherapist. That caught his attention, especially the fluid way in which the one where she talked about her work. He had been feeling some discomfort for days. back and she offered to give him an appointment at her office to try to alleviate that ailment. Invitation that he had accepted and the note received confirmed the same. He left his office with enough time to go to the indicated address. He knew the area but had to walk around a bit from the parking lot where he had left his car until the portal marked with the number 190 Sierra Nevada Street. Somewhat nervously he called the telephone indicated as attic and He immediately recognized Cecilia's voice on the other end of the intercom. Yeah? Hello Cecilia, I'm Carlos. Ahh, it's you come up. He opened the door and entered the portal until he reached the elevator on which a "NOT WORKING" sign hung. That did not mean any problem for him. Although it is true that his back was somewhat sore, the rest of his body was kept in perfect shape. I dedicated four afternoons to something a week going to a gym near his office where he practiced boxing for almost an hour. When he arrived at the attic, Cecilia was already waiting for him with the door open. I see you've found the place well, she said. Yes, I know the area, I have left the car in a parking lot nearby. Come in, she added, opening the door and inviting him in. enter. I had not imagined the consultation like this. It was a totally open plan, with hazelnut wood slatted floor, walls and ceiling painted white. In the hall there was an old restored coat rack on which he left his coat and scarf, a large mirror and a high table and elongated wrought iron on which there was a bouquet of natural lilies and a small Murano glass tray on which some business cards that read: Cecilia Peña. Physiotherapist. Specialty: Ayurveda Massages. At the back of the room, to the left, there is a room where You can leave the rest of your clothes, and there are towels in the closet. she said pointing out the indicated room. Do I have to undress completely? he asked. Yes, if you don't mind, it will be more comfortable that way and the oil therapeutic will not stain the waistband of your pants. There is no problem, he added. He went to the room that she had pointed out to him where there was several gallants and side tables with small drawers where he left the keys, the wallet and some other personal items that he had on him. He undressed completely, grabbed one of the towels from the closet which he tied around his waist, he put on white sneakers that were placed on the beau she had chosen to leave her clothes and left the room. The main room was divided as if into small small rooms through screens that prevented seeing the rest of the rooms. She I was waiting ready in one of them. Well, sit on the stretcher and tell me exactly the place on your back that bothers you the most. It's here, he said, pointing to the small of his back, in the lumbar area. Have you made any extra effort? Since when do you bothers? She asked, feeling the area. I practice boxing four days a week and I have how many noticing some discomfort. Okay, lie on your stomach and try to relax, okay? agreement? Okay, he answered as he lay down on the stretcher. He lay there for a while and in those minutes he could sense as the room was filled with a soft aroma of incense. He liked that smell, it was sweet without being cloying and he felt that it relaxed him. Background music began to play. She came back dressed in a white robe, very similar to a kimono, with a mandarin collar and no sleeves. Nice music, who sings? He asked Cecilia. Ivan Lins. He is a Brazilian jazz singer. It sounds good, I like that music. By the way Cecilia, I have read on your business cards that you are a specialist in Ayurvada massages. What exactly are they? Carlos, you have to try to relax or I won't be able to do well. my work. Sorry Cecilia, I was just curious. At that moment he felt how the therapeutic oil fell on her lumbar area and she proceeded to begin to spread it with the palms of her hands. They felt like floating on his back, pressing only those points in which her illness was marked but she began to feel relieved according to Minutes passed. It's okay, she said, it doesn't matter. They are massages therapeutics that have their origin in Nepal. Oils and herbs are used to balance the internal elements of the body, they cleanse the chakras and They help open the deepest levels of the mind to relieve ailments such as arthritis, sciatica, digestive disorders and problems of the vertical column. As she spoke to him, he felt more and more relaxed. The music, the incense, her sweet voice and her hands were contributing to a level of well-being almost unknown to him. His hands moved slowly from his tailbone, up his his entire back, drawing each vertebra of his spine until reaching the hairline. He noticed how sometimes his hands described circles or His fingertips pressed certain specific points on his broad back. He was proud of his body. At thirty-six years old He kept himself in shape. He took care of himself with good nutrition and exercise. physicist had sculpturally turned his muscles that stood out perfectly outlined throughout his body. She watched his back while massaging it, but also He had noticed her arms, athletic, like her legs. For some time he had shaved his body weekly. Chest, belly, thighs and legs. She liked shaved bodies that In addition, they made their work much lighter. The oils and balms used are They slid better and had more effect on shaved skin, absorbing them. better. After about forty-five minutes in which Cecilia massaged painstakingly on his back, asked him to lift the towel and place it just so that it only covered her buttocks. He poured oil up to one of his ankles and extended from her base to the top of her thighs, caressing her calves, pressing his hamstrings as he passes through them Now I need you to turn around, Carlos. He got up and lay face up on the stretcher. Cecilia He began to massage her torso from the neck. He seemed somewhat stunned, if the pain was in his back, why was she massaging his chest now? He continued to relax as he felt the pleasant sensation of his feminine hands on his chest and belly. He jumped on the stretcher when he felt how she removed the towel that covered her sex and left him naked. He noticed how she spread her legs and flexed her knees, completely exposing his genitals. Her hands began to caress gently his testicles. His hands took her sex between them and began to caress him carefully, varying the intensity of his stimulus according to the pressure and the speed it exerted on him. Carlos noticed how he began to get excited, like a tickling sensation. It ran through his body from his hair to his toes. Her nipples They had gotten hard and their muscles had begun to tense. I didn't understand anything, but he liked what he felt and he didn't have the strength to tell Cecilia to stop She pressed the base of his penis, sliding it up and then down, alternating the massage with both hands, first the right and then the left. The delicacy of her hands was exquisite, even when she He began to press his glans lightly. The oil used to smear his hands, they allowed all their sex to slide smoothly between them and the The sensation of feeling it on his glans was tremendously exciting for Carlos. who was trying to breathe slowly, trying to recover the rhythm of his heart that pulsed like that of a colt about to bolt. At that moment, one of his hands slid over his groin and Little by little he approached her perineum, caressing it carefully. Carlos felt somewhat uncomfortable, he had never been massaged like this that part, so close to her anus, but he heard her whisper to him that she shouldn't worry and again, he continued breathing. He stroked it slowly while his other hand continued encompassing all the fullness of her sex. Pleasure, immense pleasure was what Carlos felt, as if It will transport you to an almost unreal world. He had had relations with some women, but I didn't remember any of them spending so much time in their area more sexual. It was as if I were floating among clouds, wrapped in the bosom of one of those Hindu goddesses with a multitude of arms that ran over their eyelids, their chin, his armpits, his thighs I was very excited. The muscles of his belly were tense and he noticed a slight tremor in his legs, like when he is cold and band aid. At that precise moment, she inserted it into her anus and with the greatest of delicacies one of his fingers. Carlos's pleasure was such that he He was able to stop himself from ejaculating on his own belly as a moan escaped him. from its very bowels. He stood up from the stretcher with a start. Don't worry, Carlos, nothing's wrong, he heard Cecilia tell him. he said and saw her appear behind the screen. Are you OK? she asked him Yes, yes, he said while looking at his belly. completely clean. You fell asleep, you must have been tired and you relaxed so much that sleep has overcome you, she smiled at him. For a few minutes Carlos felt dazed, as if he didn't knew where he was or what had happened. He had actually fallen asleep. just at the moment when she had started massaging his legs and the deep sleep into which he had fallen had led him to dream of that moment in the one he believed she massaged more than just his back. Are you really okay? She insisted. Do you want me to bring something to drink? No, really, I'm fine, thank you Cecilia. What time is it? Asked It's almost eleven at night, she replied. Eleven? My goodness, it's so late, I'm sorry I fallen asleep and you haven't been able to leave yet. Don't worry, nothing happens. I didn't mean to wake you up. In addition to the tendonitis you had in your lower back, I think you are lacking sleepy, that's why I didn't want to wake you up. Yes, you're right, I'm very busy at work. lately and I sleep little. I better go get dressed. Somewhat calmer he returned to the room in which He had left his clothes and dressed slowly. He still felt levitated. When he came out, Cecilia had already collected the consultation and was finishing turning off the lights. Really Cecilia, I'm really sorry for falling asleep. Don't worry, it happens to many of my patients. Can I invite you to dinner? Will you allow me to do it? It's not necessary, Carlos, she said smiling. If you accept I will feel better about what has happened, I am ashamed. It's okay, but don't feel like that, you don't have to embarrass yourself, I have already told you that it usually happens. By the way, this is for you, He told her as he handed her a CD. What is it? he asked. It's the Ivan Lins album that was playing, I recorded it for you while you were sleeping. You are lovely, thank you. You are welcome. And together they left the consultation, going down the stairs and heading to a modest restaurant located just a few doors away from the Cecilia.