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I wish it had worked...

The remaining days before we left for the beach were a real torture.

I had been faithful to my magnificent plan, every time I had the opportunity to cross paths with him, I would look at him with desire and I would wear little clothes and make sexy poses to provoke him, besides I insisted on touching him unnecessarily.

Of course every time he saw me, would tense up and sometimes I even thought he was blushing. He was always at home, except in the evenings, when he would disappear without any explanation.

Something that I never saw as an obstacle in my plan was that I also felt the friction, he also looked at me with desire, for a moment I thought he was devouring me with his eyes and the worst thing was that I liked it, I liked having the attention of a man like that, that he saw me that way, that he desired me.

I loved the attention from him.

I didn't want to admit it, I couldn't, it was something unacceptable, so much that I made an effort to make him suffer,