I entered his room leaning on him, then he helped me sit on the bed. Right at that moment we looked into each other's eyes, it was as if we had known each other all our lives.
We were both aware of what we wanted, it had been an attraction at first sight. Without further waiting he approached me slowly, I was trembling with nerves and the desire I had to feel his mouth.
That aroma of her perfume shook me, little by little I opened my lips, I was eager to feel her kisses. Until he touched my lips with his, everything was so tender and soft. I closed my eyes and felt his wet, deep kiss inside my mouth.
We let ourselves be carried away by that fever that had us crazy and anxious to be together for the first time.
(…)
After an hour of sex and endless kisses, we were both lying there looking at the ceiling without saying a single word, everything had happened so quickly that we didn't realize anything. We just felt our bodies become one and the truth is that we liked what we experienced at that moment.
Thus without realizing it we fell asleep until the next day when he woke me up kissing my entire body and galloping inside me again.
—You are wonderful Ana Paula, you have me in ecstasy about you, you are like a drug that makes me want more and more.
—The same thing happens to me, I have never felt this way with anyone, I swear.
He came even closer to me than he was, caressed my hair while asking me:
—Do you have someone in your life?
—Well... the truth is that I was going to tell you that...
At that moment I was interrupted by the sound of my cell phone, it was one of my friends calling because she was worried about me, I had no alternative but to answer immediately:
-Hello
—Ana Paula, where are you? Your mother has called you a lot of times and says she can't get through to your cell phone. Also remember that we must leave for Mexico City in a couple of hours.
-Oh yeah? Don't worry, everything is great, I'll contact her and don't worry, I'll go to the room. —I hung up the call and told Luis José:
—I'm sorry, but I have to go, my friends are waiting for me to return to Mexico City, and my mother is attacked because she hasn't been able to talk to me.
—But are you just going to leave like that? Without even giving me your cell phone number.
—Yes, you're right, take this, it's a personal card, there you have my contact numbers and the law firm's, so you can call me whenever you want.
Ana Paula got up quickly, trying not to hurt her injured foot, she dressed as quickly as she could while Luis José did the same, since he also had to meet with his colleagues.
He did not detail the card that she had given him, he just kept it inside his jacket. When they were about to leave the room, they both looked at each other and held hands while he said to her:
—I want you to know that no matter what happens, what happened to me with you this weekend is the most wonderful thing that could have happened to me in my life. You have made me realize many things that I didn't see before and I promise that I will call you so we can meet again.
—This was also very important for me, it's the first time I've made love with a stranger, but I don't know what happened to me with you, seeing you was like love at first sight...this has been crazy, but I don't mind. I regret
—And you didn't answer me if there is someone in your life.
—We'll talk about that another time, I have to go now and if I don't report to my mother, she's capable of sending the FBI to look for me.
—Okay, Ben, go easy, I also have to return to Mexico, as soon as I arrive I'll call you.
He kissed me again, that was the goodbye kiss, it was deep and long, until I had to separate him from me or else we would end up in bed again. I left the room limping, the sole of my foot still hurt. I left with a feeling of joy and pain at the same time, because I didn't know if I was really going to see him again, plus my fiancé was waiting for me, who had also called me and hadn't wanted to answer any of his calls.
(…)
The journey back home was eternal for me, I was thinking about Luis José the whole way, I still couldn't believe that I had given myself to him, I was nervous because I didn't know how I was going to look at my fiancé Nelson's face. after that. It's just that I didn't even know what I felt for him.
I was already arriving home, dad's driver had gone to pick me up at the airport, during the car ride I didn't say a single word, my thoughts were anchored in him. But suddenly I remembered that I had not asked for his phone number, that made me jump in the seat which made Jaime, the old driver, ask me strangely:
—Is something wrong with you, Miss Ana Paula?
—No, it's nothing, I just forgot something.
—But can I help you?
—No Jaime, no one can help me with this.
I lay down on the seat, while keeping my gaze fixed on the landscape, mentally asking myself:
“But how could I forget to ask him for his cell phone number? What if he doesn't call me? Oh no! But what a fool I have been.”
(…)
I had already arrived home, Jaime parked the car in the garage, then he helped me unload the luggage, when I opened the door to enter I found a surprise birthday party, but the most surprising thing was seeing my sister April after a year without hearing from her.
When he saw me, he approached me, extending his arms to hug me while saying:
-Surprise!
—April, sister, but how nice to see you after so long.
—Happy birthday Ana Paula, I'm also happy to see you.
—But what are you doing here? And where is your husband? Don't tell me you already abandoned him and are returning home.
—Hahahaha no, nothing like that, I'm more in love than ever with my husband, you're going to meet him, he's coming straight from the airport.
—How happy April, we are finally going to meet your husband.
Just at that moment everyone present came up to greet me, but my mother was the first to tell me:
—Ana Paula, my love, but where were you? I called you a lot of times to find out what time you would arrive because we had this surprise party for you and you just answered your cell phone. But what happened to your foot? Why do you have it bandaged?
That was the perfect excuse to justify not answering the phone and thus make my mother stop insisting on the same thing. When I told him about my accident on the beach, he felt sorry for me and didn't care that I hadn't answered his calls.
Of course, I didn't tell him everything else that had happened with my unknown savior.
(…)