Chapter 2: The Storage Room

I must admit that the moment I crossed the threshold of that little room, my heart began to pound wildly. I felt a surge of nervous excitement.

  He took my waist, looked at me tenderly, and whispered:

  "I like you so much. You drive me crazy. It's a shame I won't see you again..."

  "But, Jaime...."

  He cut me off instantly, placing two fingers over my lips and smiling sweetly. We just looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. 

  He was slightly taller than me. He pulled me close, pressing my body against his, and holding my waist, he finally brought his lips to mine. After a few seconds, I tried to pull back, but he pressed his body against mine again and continued kissing me. 

  What was meant to be a simple peck turned into a prolonged and passionate intense kiss—a kiss I didn't reject. 

  Quite the opposite. I put my hands on his shoulders, and we opened our mouths, starting to "play" with our tongues, biting each other's lips in a frantic kiss. 

  I felt incredibly comfortable, eagerly savoring the bite and taste of his lips. What a delicious kiss! He was an amazing kisser; I'd rarely been kissed like that before.

  Then his tongue invaded my mouth in search of mine, and I welcomed it eagerly. We remained locked in an embrace.

  Suddenly, one of his hands caressed my butt. I immediately removed it and I pulled away from him. He looked at me with a slightly strange expression.

  "We agreed on a kiss, and that's all," I clarified, a little annoyed, though my heart was still racing because the kisses we’d just shared were mind-blowing.

  Without a word, he kissed and hugged me again. I let myself be swept away once more. My nails and fingers gently caressed the back of his head while I closed my eyes, concentrating on another fantastic kiss. 

  His skillful tongue sucked on mine while his lips bit mine over and over. His kissing was so good that it turned me on instantly. Again, his "bold" hand went down to my butt and started stroking it. I removed his hand again, but this time without breaking the kiss. He returned to my butt, and although I was getting very hot, I knew I had to stop him:

  "Jaime, it's better not to continue. We might regret it. We're both committed, and this is heading much too far."

  He gave me a tender smile and winked. He pressed me against him one last time and kissed me. I completely lost all self-control when his hand returned to the attack. This time, it went under my dress, climbing up the back of my thigh, slipping beneath my panties, and directly touching the skin of my right buttock. His other hand did the same with my other "cheek," all while we were united in that long kiss, which we didn't interrupt for the entire operation. By then, I was totally surrendered.

  He separated from me by just a few centimeters—just enough to caress my breasts over the dress, which instantly put me on cloud nine. He squeezed and fondled my breasts with his hands, his thumb caressing the lace pattern of my bra and my hard nipples. I closed my eyes, taking in his sweet caresses. 

  He brought his mouth close to my ear and, in a kind of whisper, asked me:

  "I want to ask you one more favor..."

  "What?" I asked, intrigued.

  "Would you give me the underwear you're wearing?"

  "What?" I asked, somewhat startled.

  "No, don't think I'm a 'weirdo' or a fetishist," he quickly added. "I just want to have something of yours, something that has been against your skin, something that is impregnated with your scent.

  Would you give me that gift?"

  "And you're going to leave me with nothing under my dress?"

  "Please, come on..."

  I remained pensive for a moment. Perhaps his words, combined with the mix of alcohol and excitement, caused me to give in to his request.

  "Of course, I'll give you that gift," I said, smiling.

  I unhooked the clasps of my bra, released the straps, and pulling it out through the neckline, I handed it to him. It was a turquoise bra, very pretty, by the way. 

  He brought it to his face and smelled it as if it were a freshly cut rose. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation, which simultaneously produced a strange pleasure in me.

  Continuing the operation, I slowly put my hands under my short dress. Very sensually, I pulled down my panties, which were the same color as the bra, sliding them down my legs. I kept my eyes on his wide ones until I completely took them off. I did the same as with the bra and handed them to him, saying:

  "They're a little wet because you managed to make mevery horny, you know?"

  "Even better!" he sighed as he brought the garment to his nose and smelled it with delight.