"My God, you're not dreaming Nickolas, she's real!" I said to myself, surprised and impressed as soon as I saw her enter and walk to a table in the back where she was placed. She was a really beautiful young woman with golden colored hair, that fell in waves framing her face, and reached her waist, upturned nose, amber eyes, with well lined eyebrows and long eyelashes, with her upper lip thin and her lower lip full, slim, she was wearing a short deep pink wide skirt that showed beautiful well lined legs, small waist and a white V-shaped top, that showed the beginning of her breasts and a coat in her hand. I couldn't help but detail her accurately, I felt attracted to her, something that hadn't happened for a very long time. At that moment our gazes crossed and she became nervous and began to bite her lower lip, which in my eyes was a provocation, maybe she was looking for a way to attract me, women were too manipulative, I thought with a grimace of displeasure.<

I was surprised, I never expected him to kiss me, but without intending to, I responded to him, because he had attracted me like an irresistible force, I let myself be carried away by those sensations that I had never experienced and that had me completely dominated. A part of my mind told me that it was not right, that I could not let myself be carried away because my parents and brothers had warned me so much about it, but the passion that I perceived and that was growing inside me with an impressive voracity clouded my understanding. Nothing had prepared me for such a sea of delicious sensations. Nick kissed me first softly and then took my lower lip and began to suck it, surprised by the currents that converged inside me, I opened my mouth of which he took advantage and took my tongue in a sweeping manner, he moved his hands down my body and placed them on my buttocks caressing them demandingly. I was losing control,

I waited anxiously for her answer, I saw her expression of doubt and I was sure she would refuse, although I was not going to leave her, I would get her to accept and I already knew what weapon to use against her. It was clear that Sofia had just discovered her sexuality, in fact I had seen her as she admired and was surprised by everything, she still could not control the emotions generated by the contact of a person who attracted her sexually. That's why I was sure that just by touching her she was going to fall apart in my hands and I intended to take advantage of it. On the other hand, it was not out of place to do something to appease the ardor I felt for her. I was not willing to let her escape until I was satiated and bored with her body, in the meantime it was time to enjoy her and take her deeper into the path of her sexuality, in time I was sure she would thank me for have been such an excellent teacher. I appr

I was confused, my inner self was an evil of contradictions, although I wanted Sophia to come with me, deep down my sincere wish was that she would refuse, that way she would prove to me that she was not the same as the others. That's why when I saw her arrive at the airport my attitude became belligerent. Yes, I am strange, but this woman had the ability to awaken opposite feelings in me at the same moment. I wanted to push her away, but at the same time I wanted to keep her close, it was crazy! At that moment I complained to her about the suitcase and instead of protesting she kept quiet, that made me see that she was capable of anything to please me and that caused me discomfort, however my day ended up turning to shit, when we got on the jet and I saw her attitude. At that moment I gritted my teeth, the rage was eating me up inside, it had not taken long for Sofia with her dead fly face, her harmless pose of naivety and excessive sweetne

I stood cold, totally shocked by the woman's words, yet I forced myself to react. "I think there must be a mistake." The woman stared at me with a wicked smile. "I assure you there is not the slightest mistake, this happens to young girls who allow themselves to be dazzled by a man older than them What is your name?" she asked me haughtily. I was intimidated by the confidence he exhibited, I got a little nervous and didn't hesitate to answer him. "I'm S-sophia, but I-I think there's a mistake" I expressed again, nervous, while I felt a kind of ringing in my ears, what I heard seemed far away as if I wasn't in the same place. "Are you retarded?" inquired the despot woman "You keep repeating the same thing. You have the maturity to fuck a married man, but you don't have the maturity to understand what I'm telling you. I assure you there is no fucking mistake here!" she exclaimed an