Aqua Feeling

Aqua Feeling
A few hours later...

Orely

I wake up slowly and realize that it is already dark. I glance at my phone to check the time and see that it is almost seven. My God, I have been asleep that long! Looking around, turning my head, I notice that the room is empty, discerning that Santiago is not by my side. A slight uneasiness grips me.

"Where could he be?" I murmur, remembering that I was in his arms before I fell asleep.

I stand up, my bare feet on the cool parquet, and head for the window.

"Or maybe he is out for an evening stroll, to take his mind off things," I thought, trying to reassure myself.

But in the back of my mind, a little voice told me he was not that kind of guy. Or perhaps he wanted to settle the score with Teresa. That is the only explanation I can think of right now. I have only known him a short time and I already have this as one might say, a feeling. A sixth sense? I don't think so! The memories of just a few hours ago come flooding back when I played detective Sherlock Holmes or Inspector Derrick. Just thinking about it makes me laugh to myself. Will she tell the truth? For whom is she working for? I can imagine the tension that Santiago will use to pressurize her, will be more than enough to make her talk.

Not wanting to be bothered by these unusual events, I decided to take a lukewarm bath while waiting for my handsome Mexican mafioso to return. I undress, put on a bathrobe and switch on the bathroom's subdued light. I turn on the taps to fill the bathtub, adjusting the hot water to the cold, while sprinkling on a little bath salt. I then place my bath towel on the small table next to the wooden shelves. I check the water, which is fine, and immediately get into the tub. It is so pleasant, and just as I am about to close my eyes, I hear the bedroom door lock.



Santiago

After a few hours in the woods, dotting the i's and playing hard to get, I return with my driver to the black armored sedan. Sitting alone in the back seat of the car, with the air-conditioning doing me a world of good, I look out through the black-tinted window at the night landscape under the streetlamps. And Orely comes to mind. Thanks to her and her feminine intuition, she was able to help me unmask one of my many enemies. The only thing on my mind is to find her as quickly as possible, thinking that she is probably already awake and wondering about me, the fact that I have slipped away like smoke from a cigarette.

When I finally arrive at the villa, Octavio opens the door and greets me. I ask him if Orely has come down since I left and he replies that she has not. So she must have been really exhausted and I am off to see her right away. I thank the butler and head upstairs. Opening the door slowly, thinking she is still asleep, to my surprise I see the bed empty but I can see the soft light of the bathroom. Knowing that she must be there, I lock the bedroom door before joining her. I quickly undress, wearing only a towel around my waist.

"Hmm, hope I don't bother you, my pretty, it is only me," I proliferate, my eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as I watch her, her hair in a bun, as she prepares to step out of the vat.

"Not at all. Come and relax with me" she replies.

That is all I was hoping for, that she would invite me to keep her company. As soon as I remove the towel from around my waist, she can't help but admire me, especially mini Santi, who is very fit for her. I joined her and the water was relaxing. I lift her slightly so that she sits on my legs, because I want to caress her, smell her and kiss her. I don't doubt for a second that she loves what I am doing with her, so she lets herself go, her arms encircling my neck and we kiss ardently. One of my hands caresses her right breast while the other delicately grazes her bottom, and she lets out a little moan. Each time I am with her, the air between us takes on a new strength. The kiss deepens and the moment becomes more intense, a mixture of ardor and tenderness. Our breaths mingle, creating a vibrant atmosphere of shared desire. A sigh escapes my mouth as she lightly licks my left ear, testifying to the intensity of our caress-filled connection.

Carried along by a surge of desire, she settles astride my legs where her generous breasts touch my chest and I love it. She's delicious, with the tips of her breasts getting so hard that I waste no time taking them in my mouth. Her hair, partially tied back in a slightly undone bun, gives her an air that is both sophisticated and irresistibly sensual. Our gazes entwine, a silent exchange, feeling my breath catch and I place my hands on her hips, savoring this intoxicating moment. Blushing and visibly unsettled by her mesmerizing beauty, my eyes instinctively fix on the curves of her breasts and I murmur in a husky voice:

"Oh fuck, you are beautiful.."

Pupils dilated with desire, Orely approaches my face, revealing a growing, bewitching passion, her breath mingling with mine in a promise of what might follow.
Before I can finish, with determined gentleness, places his delicate finger on my lips. 

"Shh, my hero, you talk too much," she whispers, her voice full of provocation and desire.

My eyes plunge into hers, her gaze intense, imbued with deep desire, like a silent confession that eludes words.

"Orely... you drive me crazy..," I say in a suave voice, my eyes full of envy.

At these words, from a burning gleam of ardor and passion in her eyes, an unequivocal response. She flashes me a teasing smile, her eyelids shining with unfulfilled desire.