From cortado to cava—no problem

They say that the things you don’t plan are always the best, and I can definitely say that this saying was absolutely proven true that day.

She snapped me out of my lethargy in that bar—I was sitting there drinking coffee during a break from work—the scent that beauty gave off and the sound of her heels as she walked. As she left, she looked at me and pierced me with a gaze that was somewhere between mischievous and curious. Irrationally, I thought I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to get to know that stunning woman. I got up from my chair and went outside to see where she was headed; her magnetism was so powerful that I wanted to follow her… I wanted to get to know her better… but then I thought: “What are you thinking, you crazy guy! You’re going to scare her off…” And as I watched her walk away, I fantasized about her incredible curves. I lit a cigarette and said to myself, “Wow, I really love that woman.”

“You like it, huh!!! Hahaha,” the waiter said to me, to which I replied, “Who doesn’t?” He then added, “Well, she stops by around this time every day, you know, champ.” Anyway, I paid the bill and took off. Oh my God… that night I went to bed with aches all over and my head full of fantasies.

Of course, the next day I couldn’t get that green-eyed brunette out of my head. It was impossible, and my subconscious led me back to the same bar because I needed to see her again.

I arrived and stood strategically out of the way; I had to at least say hello to her. It was already past 8:00 p.m. and it was dark; it was a little cold, and I’d been waiting for over half an hour and was starting to lose hope that we’d run into each other again.

Just as I was about to leave… yeah… it was her… she walked by and looked at me, so I raised my hand and said, “Hi!!” She sat down and ordered a cortado. I mustered all my masculine charm and asked her, “Excuse me, do you have a minute?”

She looked at me, a little surprised, but a smile slipped across her face… (I think she liked me)… “Can I buy you a cortado?”… to which she replied: “Well, okay, but what’s this all about?…You were here yesterday too, weren’t you?”…

“Anyway, I’m crazy about you. I know it’s a cliché, but ever since I saw you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you… you’ve got me spellbound”… “Well, I don’t see any problem with us being friends,” she replied with a smile. We spent a while talking and telling each other a little about our lives.

From the coffee, we moved on to beer… I really wanted to kiss her full, red lips while she told me about her country, etc…

She asked me, “Would you like a more discreet place than this?” ” I replied, “The only limits I know are the ones you set for me”… and amid banter and laughter, she confessed that she occasionally worked as an escort and had her dates with her special friends at a place where they rented some wonderful suites. Suddenly, the possibility of fulfilling my fantasies with that goddess opened up before me… “How about we go and you show me?” “Let’s go, then!” (she said)… “Awesome,” I thought to myself.

We arrived at a fairly unassuming place; I rented a suite called “Colonial,” which I certainly found to be elegant, very comfortable, and with good music. We ordered a small bottle of cava and made ourselves comfortable.

She had me completely spellbound with her irresistibly bold charm and curves that drove me wild. Things escalated when she began undressing me as she danced to the music, stripping with the elegance of a dancer trained in hell itself…It was her silhouette, her skin, her beautiful eyes that paralyzed me with their intense sensuality; her long hair fell softly down her back like a delicate veil, offering a glimpse of a delicate yet curvaceous figure.

It was so delicious that I thought I couldn’t hold back any longer—I felt like I was going to pounce on her like a caveman—but she slowed me down, caressing my body with her hands and bringing on new waves of ecstasy that diverted me from the climax my body was naturally craving. Then she snapped me out of that nirvana with a gentle blowjob that turned into a really great tit-fuck; she was like an orchestra conductor, and I was the only musician… what a performance!

The climax was imminent, so I put her in the “doggy style” position so we could see ourselves in all the mirrors, and I rode her while stroking her long hair. She could tell I was about to come, so we changed positions, and as you can imagine, we finished in spectacular fashion.

Afterward, we spent a little while in bed resting, finishing off the last few glasses of champagne, and caressing each other with that shared intimacy and the sense of relaxation that comes from sharing pleasure. When we said goodbye, we told each other, “See you soon—very soon.” It was definitely the kind of experience that makes you drool just thinking about it, and as for me, I’m not going to go hungry!