Chapter 46: Self-esteem

"This car is imported, mia. Do you think I use CDs?" Filipe asks staring at me as if I were stupid.

So that was just an excuse the bastard made up to bring me with him.

"And I have something for you". Philip says taking a bag that was next to him and putting it in my lap.

I looked at him with closed eyes, coming from him was unreliable. After all I could have something in that box, but I was surprised when I saw a jacket.

Its fabric was thin and its color was black. I looked at Filipe extremely confused, since the day was sunny with about 25º.

"Why is this Philip?" I question still observing the play.

"To dress, of course". Philip responds normally, looking at the road.

"I know, you idiot". I lightly slap him on the shoulder making him laugh. " But what exactly is it for? It’s not cold". I explain showing a noticeable fact.

"It is not to wear it that way, you must fasten it to your waist". Replies.

I first get confused and then paralyzed to understand the meaning of his words.

"So in your head no one can see my body?" I ask lowering the tone of voice, but watching him closely.

"Exactly". Filipe responds with a smile of satisfaction.

"You can only be going crazy". I reply by throwing the jacket in the bag and throwing it in the back seat.

"Why were you angry?" Philip asks watching me and staring at me with an innocent pet face. " It is a good, designer coat and will perfectly match you".

Philip speaks with a calm smile, praising the coat as if it were gold-plated. I just stare at it seriously.

"Do you think I look ugly in these clothes?" I ask in low tone looking at my legs.

I was wearing a black legging and a white Cropped. Of course my legs were very marked, something that made me a little uncomfortable. But soon I feel the car stop abruptly and look at Filipe scared, fearing that something has happened.

But no, Philip had taken his belt and mine, joining our bodies. Philip did something that left me on the edge of the cliff, touching my face with his hands. Usually men wanted to feel their breasts or ass, but Philip did not.

Philip always held my face tightly and kept looking at me intensely, as if he wanted to decorate me and arrest me.

"Don’t you believe when I say that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen?" Filipe asks me, looking at me seriously.

His voice comes out in a hoarseness that reaches to make my legs wobbly and I can only force him, and feel his touch on my skin.

"I will ask again, mia". Philip speaks upon realizing that I had not given him an answer. " You..."

"Yes". I answer before Philip finishes the question.

Philip looks at me with that bastard smile that I love, as if he was sure I was in his hands.

"You were the first person who made me believe that I was beautiful and desirable. That day..." I speak and the memories of the day we slept together come to my mind. "It was something I will never forget".

I speak honestly, with me it’s like this. I always like to make it clear if I like it or not, if it makes me good or not. And I wanted Philip to know that he had not been one more, that it was something unique and special.

"Do not speak as if you were the only one". Philip speaks with his ordinary authority, touching our lips, but not beginning a kiss. " I will always keep reminding that there is no woman who reaches your feet".

Philip speaks and kisses down to my neck, leaving a trail there. In the two we were panting and ready to admire and satisfy each other.

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I was in the heaviest challenge of all, who was wearing a legging in a moving car. For Filipe to return to normality was very simple, just wore the shorts and blouse. But I did not.

Even because, unlike Philip, I had my ass and my 'precious', sensitive. Besides that I was struggling to dress and make up. I was in agony, while Philip displayed a small carefree smile, as if I was more than satisfied with the situation.

And put satisfaction in it, since we need more than three condoms. When I finally sit on the ride bench I give a low scream of fright and pain. I, for sure, would need an ointment.

"Is everything all right, mia?" Philip asks sarcastically, looking at my situation and looking pleased to see me so.

"Philip". I look closely at his expression, with closed eyes. "Your days in this land are numbered, wait for me". I threaten while wearing my sneakers, something that Filipe insisted I take.

"Where’s your bra?" Philip asks staring open-mouthed at my breasts.

"Lost somewhere in this car, but no problem". I answer without paying attention, while I touch up a little foundation on the face. " I’d rather do without".

The car stops abruptly again, only this time I almost flew through the windshield. I look somewhat nervous at Philip, not understanding what had happened.

"You don’t intend to be without a bra in the middle of a lot of men, do you?" Philip looks at me indignantly, looking at me as if he had grown a horn on my head.

"Filipe, my dear, I would explain something that some women are afraid to say". I begin by turning to Philip and bearing a teacher. "I know it seems hard to believe, but we did not dress for you. We wake up, choose an outfit, put and look in the mirror and say: "hot". That’s what happens my dear, at no time we think about what you will find". I speak giving a laugh of mockery, for he does not know it yet. " We put and we rock. Look at me Filipe".

I speak seriously and Philip analyzes me from head to toe. I realized that Philip wanted me and that satisfied me in a way, but not always motivated me.

"I am beautiful and I just don’t marry myself because there is no such thing. When there is, I will be the first". I speak out of the car, knowing that we had already arrived on the trail.