Episode Four

"Perfect. He takes the remaining sip of his drink. Come on, Jonathan is waiting for us.

"Who? I get up from the seat. The brandy had subsided in my veins and I didn't feel so dizzy anymore. I would eat the calzone when I got to Julio's apartment.

Julio...    

This man turns me into someone that I am not, but that I want to be.

His eyes roam my body cheekily. I blush again, like a schoolgirl at a prom.

I must stop doing that. However, it is impossible as he watches me as if he wants to undress me in the middle of the place.

"You ask a lot of questions, Maria. Life is not enjoyable if we question everything. You must stop thinking about everything and live in the moment.

He grabs my free hand and forces me to walk beside him.

I am just following him, after all, he is right. I think too much. I have been considering every action and every move for more than ten years. When I graduated from law, the responsibilities were greater. I worked late and had no friends, other than the sporadic outings for education to which the colleagues from the office invited me. My life could not be said that it is boring, but it is serious. My finances allow me to pay for vacations three times a year, to send money to my mother and grandmother, my car expenses, my apartment in one of the best areas of Queens and any unforeseen events. I cannot call myself a rich woman, but I have certain comforts.

"You can let me go, I'm not drunk, ”I whisper.

I feel like all eyes are on us.

The fresh and lascivious glances that women throw at Julio are notorious. They cannot resist its magnetism. And, apparently, neither do I. He is undeniably a man who stands out. It is quite high. My platform sandals make me look a little taller, but not tall enough to even reach her shoulders. Her light brown hair and honey eyes give her a different, attractive touch. His lips are full; the upper one a little thinner than the lower one. His high cheekbones appear carved. It must be around 85 kg. It does not have a drop of fat, it is all muscle and firmness. You must play sports or do a lot of exercise in the gym.

We arrived at the airport exit.

A black Bentley car with tinted windows awaits us with a man in his mid-twenties at the wheel. You breathe the air of money, I did not realize that until now. Julio seems to have good manners and manners when he wasn't being a stupid arrogant caveman. That Bentley Musslane costs a fortune. Apparently Julio takes the pleasure of using it as a transport with an integrated driver.

He opens the door for me and waits for me to settle in to sit next to me in the back of the vehicle.

"Good evening, Señor Medina, ”the driver greets Julio.

So you already have a last name? Medina?

"It is a common last name in the Dominican Republic."

Nervously, I run my hand over my hair, which shrinks and rolls at the bottom of my neck.

"You won't be regretting it, right? He puts his hand on my leg.

I look down to scrutinize; it is huge compared to mine, which are intertwined trying to contain the nervousness that occupies the place where my blood must travel.

"No. "My trembling voice betrays me.

"You don't seem to be very sure. I'll have to do something to prevent you from jumping out of the car. He leans up to my ear and delivers tiny kisses to the lobe.

I let out a sigh.

My racing heart must be heard throughout the vehicle.

"Peaceful. His voice is like an aphrodisiac, like strawberries with cream and Nutella.

"Umm… ”I close my eyes and let go a bit.

I enjoy the caress on my neck from a complete stranger.

A stranger who kisses like a devil. You know what you want and how to get it.

"Julio…

I turn my head and seek his lips, leisurely and hiding the shame in a jar inside my brain.

Our mouths join as if they had always known each other, expertly but eager for more.

I need more.

The kiss is prolonged and more sensual than I have ever felt, even with Reed, whose relationship began with more physical than emotional involvement, although we developed some affection at least on my part.

Julio kisses my neck and caresses my breasts over my blouse. The treacherous rise up as if their caress is their savior.

"You are so beautiful that I would like to taste your taste right here, ”Julio murmurs.

He squeezes between his fingers my already desperate breasts through the bra.

"You're already testing me.

"That's nothing compared to what I'll do to you.

I long for him to get naked.

My mouth dries up just from what he's doing to me right now. I stroke her thick, bushy hair.

"You're going to make me rip your blouse if you keep doing that, ”he reports when I pull her hair back.

I push it towards my neck and move my head to give it more access.

"Your driver will have a live porn movie if you strip me down here." I have a smile.

He stops and settles in his seat. My eyes go down to his pants; his erection looks like a tent. His masculinity is a fierce proof of how aroused he is, and that does nothing more than ignite the flame that already lit begs me to let myself go or to do something to calm the throbbing of my breasts.

I adjust my bra.

His expert hands unhooked the hook in the center. It is a strapless with a strap in the front.

"So Julio Medina. "I try to think of something other than his hands on my skin."

"Delighted, Maria, ”he whispers mellow.

"A little late for introductions, don't you think?

You can hear the boom of the Dangerous song by J Balvin ft. Wisin and Yandel.

"It is never too late to know who you decide to have sex with, ”he expresses as if he were talking about the weather.

"How often do you convince women to sleep with you the same night you meet them? "That question escapes me, but it's something I need to know."

"Never, it's the first time I've done it. It seems that I have run with beginner luck. Tell me about you. How many times have you gone off with a guy you know on a plane?

"You must have noticed that I'm not very skilled at this sex with strangers. Let's say I had a good feeling about the newcomer who invited me.

A laugh comes out of his mouth.

"Never lose that sense of humor. I know I don't know you the way I should, but I know enough about you to ask you not to let anyone ruin your happiness.

He kisses my hand and holds it between his.

I look out the window. His words comfort me in a way that I cannot determine or understand. However, I silently swear to myself that I will never let a man make me do stupid things like this again. It is ironic if I consider that I am still in the vehicle with a complete stranger and his reserved young driver. I begin to believe that I will not be able to fulfill the promise I just made.

I don't know where we are going. Julio has not said a word about his residence. I don't know if he is staying in a nearby hotel or if he has an apartment. I look at the clock on top of the little television the Bentley carries; it's after ten o'clock. I call my mother and inform her that I will arrive tomorrow. I wanted to surprise you by arriving today. It seems that the plans will come their way.

The street is completely illuminated with yellowish streetlights and the darkness of the night gives an air of mystery and expectation. Julio's presence is overwhelming, but at the same time I feel comfortable with him in the car. I look up at the rearview mirror. Jonathan, as Julio called him, is focused on the road.

It occurs to me that I too can torture Julio a little and tempt him. I must try to forget my fears. I will do it by jumping into the void waiting for Julio to catch me. One night won't be enough for me, I know. I look at her face sculpted by sex-loving gods. Ultimately, his physique is a sin.

I take the two-hundred-dollar Versace wallet and slip the smelly calzone inside. I trust the packaging is waterproof enough not to transfer any bit of grease to my favorite wallet. I put it right next to the door and roll a little towards Julio, who looks at me surprised by my attitude, although he changes his expression to one of absolute confidence. It gives me the opportunity to get closer. I appreciate the confidence you give me.

"How long until we reach our destination? I move closer until I'm fully on top of him with one swift movement.

The cart is wide and roomy, enough to allow me to straddle it.

He looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes and breathes a little fast.

"If you keep doing that movement with your hips on my erection, I may have to create a prior destination before I get to my house.

I smile maliciously.

"What move? "  I play innocent, although I rub my hips to the rhythm of Bad Bunny's Sixth Sense.

"How naughty you were. And I was thinking of uncovering my brandy bottle when I arrived.

"Well, you see where the problem lies. I kiss him slowly. Thought.

I unbutton the first three buttons of his blue shirt. I scrutinize his bare chest; he was not wearing flannel. I dare to kiss him and go up his neck. Meanwhile, my right hand holds the nape of her neck and I circle her hair. My left hand seeks the way to your pleasure center.

"Now it's my turn. –He removes my blouse with a quick movement and kisses me again.

His mouth is a sinful doom. His lips are soft, but they demand more of me.

I surrender to the unavoidable sensation of attraction.

I manage to get the shirt out of his black cloth pants and unbutton the strap of the pants, then the button. The closure goes down instantly.

"Maria, ”she hisses as she grabs my hand, which imperiously asks to be let in through her underwear.

"I like how you say my name.

I move my hips.

"Although it seems strange to you, I don't want to share your body with anyone." If we go on like this… ”He moves the hand that is holding mine,“ I'll end up on top of you doing it inside the Bentley.

His safety terrifies me and captivates me at the same time.

This man is able to tie me to a bed with handcuffs and a blindfold. Ecstatic, I will scream with pleasure.

The recognition of that truth chills my blood. I get off his legs and settle into the seat as far away as the car will allow me. I just met this man. Just four hours or less looking at his face and I already feel that I can trust him, that I can close my eyes and know that nothing will happen to me. I know for a fact that it is not because of the alcohol in my body, because the feeling of daring is not what makes me want to spend more than one night with him. Perhaps your eyes convey that sense of protection.

Look out the window and it closes. It seems to get away from me. The strap has not been closed or the buttons on the shirt are fastened.

Perhaps he is thinking of his unfaithful wife.

He has not said with whom or how long has that relationship. I know it hurts him, I see it in his eyes and in the way he talked about her on the plane. The betrayal bothers him still, perhaps more than he admits. I want to bring it up, but I don't know if this is the right time. I will do it when we get to a private place, without a driver to listen and see everything we do. I promise myself to get to know him a little more tonight before I fully surrender myself to the pleasure I am sure he will give me.

We took a slope and ventured down a narrow street. I know that we are still in Punta Cana, since we have only been, according to the clock, about twenty minutes of travel. If I consider the time it takes to get out of the parking lot and how congested the streets are due to the arrival of night flights, we must be very close to the airport.

The smell of saltpeter fills my nostrils. In short, we are close to the beach. I missed the beaches of my country so much. They are unique in every sense of the word. Millions of tourists come every year to spend their holidays on an island paradise with white sand beaches and clear water like the sky, not to mention the flora and internal tourism: like climbing the mountains in Constance and tasting fresh strawberries as well like admiring the beautiful flowers that grow there.

I plan to enjoy this vacation to the fullest. I start with forgetting Reed forever. Also, I forget my modesty overnight.

I catch a glimpse of lights on both sides of the street. I feel the gravel touch the tires of the car as I pass over them. The two-level home stands tall amongst the gardens and street lamps, huge and lavish, ostentatious and gaudy.

This is how Julio's house can be described from the seat of the Bentley.

The car stops right in front of the building. On the other side, by the driver's door and by mine, there is a fountain with an angel with gigantic wings and an effeminate face that throws water instead of kisses.

I hear the door click just before it opens. The driver says goodbye with a nod. I did not realize that Julio got out of the vehicle and that he was approaching me with a firm and sure step. I find myself absorbed and surprised that this arrogant and sensual man brought a complete stranger to a mansion like this. You must have an endless list of women who will love to stop by or have a night here again.

"The wait is over.

He holds my face in his hands and kisses me passionately.

I hear the sound of the Bentley driving away.

"I already believe that Yes I gasp as our lips part.