Chapter 4 3

Luckily for her, Abril had in her possession the cell phone that Erika had lent her, because she did not have money to buy one again and the one she had had to sell it to pay for her sister's kinesiology classes for three more months. .

When she entered the bathroom, she let her whole body take in the cold of the wood to calm her emotions. For some reason, this stranger managed to upset her in a way that she couldn't with anyone. In her head he projected again what he had experienced before. She could not prevent her skin from bristling just by remembering how he looked at her, how her black eyes penetrated her body, those eyes that looked at her breasts with total impudence, and how her expressionless face of her somehow excited him. She immediately erased those ideas from her mind. She had a boyfriend, and she loved him very much.

"Erika, I need to ask you a favor," she spoke quickly.

"Hello best friend, how are you?" Well? Thanks. Yes, yes, I'm fine, and you? What's happening? April she rolled her eyes at the way she answered him. Erika couldn't handle her temper.

"Some asshole spilled wine on my dress, which is a mess." Suddenly, she Erika burst out laughing. April was upset. What is funny?

-Tell me the truth, did you play sexy and it went wrong?

April had a habit of "playing rich" whenever she took her to visit places like that, which were frequented by upper middle class people, and she was lower middle class. Lower than average.

"Please, I'm not joking around. Mauro is waiting for me in the living room and I'm here, with my breasts all full of wine.

Obviously, each comment muddied things more.

"Tell him to dry them with his tongue."

Both Cathy and Erika burst into almost insane laughter.

"I'm not joking, idiots!" Please, can you bring me a fancy dress? She asked annoyed.

-Go ahead. There was an evil chuckle from behind the line.

April anticipated what she would do.

-Do not even think about it!

When she was trying on the dresses, and before choosing the one she was wearing, she tried on a passion red one with the entire back uncovered, up to the part where the curve of her buttocks began, a V-neckline that was tied at the neck, but which, unlike the previous one, left the outline of her large breasts well visible, and a cut on one of her sides. The dress was beautiful, and for a place like this it wasn't bad, but she was somehow embarrassed to show so much. Yes, she loved her curves, but she loved showing off for Mauro even more.

"See you in a bit, my love."

April yelled at her for her to realize that this was not the dress she was going to wear, but to no avail, because she would do what she wanted.

Santino would never have imagined finding that woman in that place, since it really was a very expensive place, and to tell the truth, Abril did not look like a woman from high society, so he did not even cross his mind why. it was there. Regarding him, from time to time she wanted to go to dinner at those kinds of places, and she did it alone. The girls fought to serve him and always, or most of the time, they forgot something, so she ended up going alone to the kitchen to claim them. That day something had happened with the glass of wine; It turned out that it was dirty. He took her back to the kitchen to return it and to complain to the employees, but on the way he walked past a woman never imagining that she would be the same one who scratched his car. The entire contents of her cup spilled over her breasts and he couldn't help but look at them and wish he had her hands squeezing them or her teeth biting down on those hard nipples protruding from behind the thin fabric. His hands tried to dry the liquid from them. He wanted to put her hands there. They were the perfect size for his palms. He was desperate to possess them. However, nothing compared to the moment when she bit her lips. It was withering for his head. For an instant his hands shook and he fought against his own instincts, though he couldn't do much.

If she was for him, right there he would take her as his own, but he only wanted to see her repeat her action.

As usual, his short temper got him excited.

From one moment to another, he saw certain movements in the bathroom. He thought for a second if that girl who walked by with a bag was to his aid. If so, he was dying of curiosity to know what she would say and how she would solve the dress, because, to be honest, he ruined it.

"Why did you bring this to me, Erika?!" She," she screeched angrily as she stared at herself in the mirror. If I move too much, my nipples will be seen -she snapped, about to cry, frustrated, before the amused eyes of her best friend.

"Better, you excite him that way." Ella." She winked at him. Don't be bitter, it looks beautiful on you. Take out that bitch that you carry inside her -he tried to convince her in vain-. Well, April, you have that dress as the only option or that one all wet. You choose.

She had no choice but to use that one.

When April appeared in the great hall, all eyes, especially the men's, went to her body, to her breasts, which made her very uncomfortable, but that look that intimidated her more than any other, even more than that of her boyfriend, was that young man. Why, among so many available places, did she have to ask for a reservation in front of her table? Could it be such a coincidence? Or was it all by chance?

Seeing her come out of the bathroom in that dress that left nothing to her imagination, Santino felt breathless and the desire to squeeze those breasts with her big hands consumed him. When her eyes met, she rolled her eyes and he didn't wince, just stared at her so long that her entire body burst into flames. He couldn't help but imagine the thousand and one sexual poses they could experience together and the way he could bring her to ecstasy without even touching her, because all of her was her desire at its best.

-What happened? Her-he noticed her change of dress.

'Some asshole knocked the glass of wine on me. She said this in a loud tone so that Santino could hear her, but he just limited himself to eating and drinking without taking his eyes off her.

"Do you want to tell me who it is?"

Mauro could be shy, but every time someone out of place said or did something out of place to her girlfriend, he defended her tooth and nail.

"No, love, he already left the restaurant," she lied. Something about the man caught her attention. He couldn't admit that he wasn't bothered by having those eyes black as night perched on his body.

"Anyway, that dress looks better on you," he whispered and winked mischievously.

-I know. Can't wait to tear it out with your teeth," her playfulness followed.

"If you keep talking to me like that, I won't be responsible for what I might do to you here in front of everyone."

They had that kind of romp, but the reality was that it was just that, because Mauro was not that type of man who disrespected in front of everyone, but he did like to flatter her, flatter her body, and why not? Tell her how much you wanted her. Sure, when he had the courage to do it.

-I must go to the toilet, love, before we leave. I can't wait to make you mine tonight," she whispered in his ear. She shivered just thinking about between the sheets.

-Do not delay.

He left her alone.

At that moment, she got up and walked the few steps that separated her table from Santino's. That look of hers was already beginning to annoy him.

"Do you want a picture or what?"

He had seen her address him and she knew, despite only knowing the way she addressed him, that she wouldn't say anything nice to him, although her question caught her attention. Of course he wanted a photo, but not dressed, not standing in front of him feeling like an empowered woman, no, but he wanted her at his feet, with a leather strap, naked, and with an anal jewel in her intimate area between the buttocks .

"Are you dumb or what?" Answer. He set her glass down and, looking her up and down, licked the last of the wine from her upper lip, then met her gaze with his. Stop looking at me like that.

-As well as? He questioned seriously.

She didn't know if he was a man whose cold and aloof demeanor used him to seduce or a degenerate who went through life bullying women.

"So..." He felt embarrassed, so he didn't tell her that looking at her felt like he was fucking her hard. But how was he going to tell her that?

"As if I wanted to fuck her?" Him," he asked very quietly.

She nearly choked on her own saliva.

"You are a degenerate pig.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled lopsidedly, a gesture that completely melted her.

"And you appear to me practically with your breasts bare." Do you expect me not to look at them? She gaped. How could she say those things to him? That man had no shame. And as for the picture of her"-he looked her cheekily up and down-"I really don't think she'd give it to me the way I'd like to see it.

She didn't say anything more to him because she understood that, indeed, his words had a strong sexual connotation, and while anyone in her place would report him for harassment, a part of her was excited by how he looked at her, how he talked to her and how he spoke to her. way in which he hinted at it.

-But let me tell you that what you need is someone to educate her, because she looks like a little wild animal.

She looked at him and frowned at her. What was that man saying to him?

"And you need to be less of an idiot..."

She couldn't continue because he immediately interrupted her.

-Sees it? You need discipline. She." She looked at him and turned. Just as she was about to leave, she said one last thing to him that made the stability of her legs almost fail her. By the way, that neckline suits you much better.

She no longer answered, because she went back to her place before Mauro came back. She didn't want any kind of argument to break out.