I checked my reflection one last time in the full body mirror. Hair, check. Lips, check. Eyes, check. Cheeks, check. Earrings, check. Necklace, check. Dress, check. Legs, check.shoes, check. I turned around. Panty line, check.
Alright, woman. I said to myself. Clear for take off.
I walked out the bedroom door and headed to the stairs. My heels clacked on the Spanish tiled floor as I took each step down.
As I emerged out into the staircase, I saw Sergio standing by the door, hands inside his pockets, waiting.
His mouth slightly opened at the sight of me.
I let out a shy smile. It was impossible not to feel a little conscious. The way his eyes seized me was flattering like hell.
I finally reached the end of the stairs. At this point, I had to laugh a bit at his facial expression.
“Say something?” I said.
He didn’t blink. I didn’t think he heard me, either. He just stood there, his eyes glued on me.
I cleared my throat. “Sergio, are you, um, okay?”
Seconds later, he came back to his senses. “Um, yeah…” he licked his lips. “You look…beautiful.”
I looked down to my feet and I immediately felt my cheeks burn. I know it wasn’t as if he’d never seen me without any clothing on, and we weren’t a young, week-old couple either. But sometimes Sergio still acted like the way he did when we first began dating. Like he’d always find me beautiful and it wasn’t going to change. And what I love about this guy, was that he never let me forget it.
I looked at him and checked him out silently, too. How could I not? He looked dashing. He wore a pair of dark jeans that fit him perfectly and it had the right length. He paired it with black leather sneakers he recently got from Gucci. No oversized belt buckle tonight. Good. I thought, as my eyes moved from his waist up. He had a royal blue button down dress shirt that he tucked in with a plain black leather belt neatly. It fit his built like it was all meant to be. He had a blazer coat on, to dress it up a little bit. His semi-long hair was pulled back neatly, as usual with copious amounts of baby oil. I didn’t mind. He looked fresh that way. He didn’t shave entirely, leaving him with sexy stubble over his chin and jaws. Sergio looked perfect.
“Shall we, love?” he asked as he reached out for my hand.
I took his and nodded. “Absolutely.”
“We’re taking the longer route. There’s so much traffic here.” He said as he turned the Audi to the left. It was Saturday night in Madrid and people were out. We’d been on the same road for the past twenty minutes or so and it appeared to be not moving.
The moment we got out of the main highway, Sergio sped through.
We reached another traffic light, and he stopped the car, choosing not to beat the red light. I sat quietly, checking out the citylights outside.
Seconds into my still sightseeing, I felt Sergio’s warm palm on my left knee. I turned to look at him.
His eyes were on the road. Looking now and then at the traffic light to check if it has turned green for the go. I just smiled and crossed my arm, leaving his hand on my knee.
Moments later, I felt the same hand move a bit further up to my thigh. His light touch on my skin tickled, and was bringing out goosebumps all over.
“Sergio, you’re driving?” I said, trying to hide a smile.
“Aw come on, nena. My eyes are on the road. This is okay, is it not?” he replied, just glancing at me for a quick second before bringing his eyes back to the front.
I smiled, sighed and left it alone.
However, as he stepped on the gas at the green light, his hand moved further up.
I took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. I was beginning to feel hot. I began to worry that he’d get me wet, for I was wearing nothing but a pair of very thin, very flimsy thongs.
Thus, I put my hand on top of his lightly. “Baby, um…we have a party to go to…”
“Nena, come onnnn. I’m just touching.” Pleading to let just let him do it, really.
I didn’t want him to think I was rejecting him, because I wasn’t. So, I leaned over to him, put my arm over his shoulder, careful not to interrupt his driving, and whispered closely to his ear.
“Baby you have no idea how much I want to you right now. I’ll fuck you in this very car, I swear. But let’s just get this party over with first, okay?” I breathed out before placing a kiss on his ear.
“Ughhh” he grunted as he pulled his hand off my thigh. He grabbed his member angrily, which then was tenting quite high under his jeans. “Behave boy…” he said as if talking to it. “We’ll get the action later.”
I broke into laughter. Sergio glanced at me, completely serious. “Stop laughing.” He said. “Fuck, I’m so worked up right now, baby, I need you!”
“Sergio, come onnnnnn! A little control?” I said, patting his shoulder.
He sighed. “Dammit.I told you that dress was too short.It wont’ stop teasing me!” he whined like a little boy complaining. “And look at that…” he said as he pointed to my chest. “Shit I’m gonna have this hard-on for hours! I know it, I just know it. It’s not gonna come down until I get inside you. Fuck.”
I was laughing uncontrollably, as if I found amusement in his misery. I took deep breaths to calm myself down, my eyes were watering and I began to worry my makeup would smudge. “Good things come to those who wait, Sergio. So wait.”
“Oh, I can wait.” Full sarcasm right there as he nodded profusely. “Yeah sure, that’s gonna be so easy to do, yeah.” His face looked legit tensed. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt as if to help him breathe easier. “Ugh, great. My teammates. Oh, my teammates. Oh, what they’re gonna do when they see this.” he said, worrying out loud as he looked at his grown member, now in full-blown glory.
TO BE CONTINUED