Satisfaction must be reciprocal

Like a prince —from a witch's tale— Fernando helps Vidia out of the pool and was drying her off. I was still in the pool staring at Fernando with a disgusted face, wondering if he felt like throwing up when he looked in the mirror, because I did when I looked at him.

"Come on, mia". Filipe offers me his hand and pulls me out of the pool without any difficulty.

Filipe throws a towel over my head and starts to dry it, making me laugh. As he dried me off and for some reason, I can't explain why, I knew Filipe was smiling.

Filipe finished my hair and wrapped the towel around my body. He pulled me towards him and hugged me, like he was trying to warm me up.

"It's just like you to jump into a swimming pool out of nowhere, clothes and all." Filipe says giving that nice laugh that I loved.

"It was fun". I speak with a small smile playing on my lips, while I see Vidia in the same intensity of joy.

"Let's go to the bedroom, change clothes." Filipe speaks leading me on, as usual, being bossy.

We entered the elevator that had the walls in shades of red and gold.

"I feel like I'm in a 'beautiful woman' elevator." I speak, staring at everything enchanted.

"Than?" Philip looks at me confused.

"A beautiful woman". I repeat with a smile, which soon disappears when I realize that Filipe didn't know the film. "This is one of the best movies, how have you never seen it?" I ask indignantly.

"What an exaggeration, he must not even be that famous". Filipe speaks in a relaxed way, as if we were talking about any subject.

"I've watched it so many times I've lost count." The employee in the elevator spoke.

"Is it my favorite movie and yours?" I ask excitedly, approaching him.

"Mine too, my wife and I watched it so many times we lost count." The employee speaks laughing.

I jump up and down as we excitedly talk about our favorite parts of the movie. I even do a bit of theater and we speak some lines that we knew by heart. We had a lot of fun and laughed a lot.

"Our floor has arrived Giulia, let's go". Filipe is serious, getting out of the elevator.

"I think I'll go a few more laps so we can talk more about the movie." I speak more to the employee than to Filipe.

"It wasn't a request Giulia, it was an order". Filipe says, coming back and pulling my arm.

I quickly say goodbye to the employee and send a kiss to his wife, who seems to be a woman of extremely good taste. I just accepted it quietly because Filipe's attitude made me ashamed. Soon Filipe opened the room with the card and entered. I slammed the door shut which drew his attention to me.

"What kind of attitude was that?" I ask angrily. "It wasn't a request, it was an order." I say doing a bad imitation of her voice.

"So you think I'm to blame?" Filipe questions, approaching and pointing at himself. "I wasn't the one who was all excited, 'Oh, this is my favorite part. We look so similar.'" Filipe also speaks doing a terrible imitation of my voice.

"So it was because of that?" I ask trying to hold back my laughter. "So you felt intimidated by a man over 50?" I ask now yes letting out a laugh.

Filipe glares at me angrily and sets his jaw, making him look like a bad man. I will never tire of saying that this man is lost, like a path of no return. I feel like Eva herself and the fruit was Filipe, without a doubt, I would have bitten it. Bitten well more than once.

I sit on the step in the room, right at the entrance.

"Come here". I call him to sit next to me.

For a moment Filipe seemed undecided, but then he sat down. I took his face with my hands and started to caress him. Filipe closed his eyes when he felt my touch and I noticed that his breathing had calmed down more.

I felt his thin beard on my hand and that made me feel good. Then I stared at his lips, without a doubt, God used a brush to draw them. I couldn't tell if his lips were heaven or hell. I just knew it was mine and that I would try it. So I kissed him.

Tasting him was the best part of my day, it was like a necessary supplement for my well-being. Filipe knew how to move his mouth well and knew how to use his tongue very well. Soon Filipe gets up and puts me on his lap. Then he looks at me like I'm some kind of goddess and that makes everything better.

We walk to the bed and Filipe lays me down carefully, as if I were made of crystal. So I look at his shirtless body, seeing and now knowing for sure that it was paradise.

That feeling was heaven, Filipe undressed as if he wanted me to decorate every part of his body and I was satisfying his will. Then it's my turn and I watch him admire me. I always preferred to do it in the dark, to hide my imperfections, but not now.

I wanted Filipe to see every part of my body, I wanted to show myself completely. Because I wanted to see in his eyes, if he wanted that just for a moment or if he wanted that forever.

And the only thing I saw was admiration and malice, Filipe looked at me with lust and bit his lip as if he was trying to control it.

"Like what to see?" I ask, needing to hear the answer from his lips, loud and clear.

"You look like a hand-painted canvas, you look like the dawn and you are much more beautiful than the flowers of the field. So meow, I beg you. Come to me!" Filipe responds and I see that his voice conveys pure desire and anxiety.

And for the third time, he gave me to a real man. I was giving myself up not just to satisfy him, but to seek the limits of pleasure together. I wanted to please him, just as Filipe also wanted.