"AN UNEXPECTED EVENING" First Part An email after some time, as often happens in our moments of silence. Work, family and personal commitments, accompanied by the usual discretion, which makes us read our distance in relationships as moments in which to avoid any form of interference, mean that we get lost for several months. from an email from my friend, as well as the husband of the beautiful woman who is the protagonist of my dreams and desires. The content, in addition to the customary greetings, contained questions about the reasons for my silence and, almost as a reproach, observations that indicated my probable lack of interest in R. My response, immediate and as always detailed, it was quick. With my usual sincerity I dispelled any doubt about the fact that I could no longer like R., but that it was the exact opposite and that I would have proved it to him. "It will mean that I will court her directly and bypass you" was my 'threat'. After a few days I decided to send a message to R., saying goodbye. We had a small exchange of messages with which I did not miss the opportunity to remind her how beautiful and sensual she was and how much I would have liked to be able to see her again.Motivated by the desire to meet her and enjoy her pleasant company, I asked if she would like to take a coffee with me, without A., one evening of the following days. After a few days, I received the pleasant confirmation and, with my great enthusiasm, we fixed the unthinkable appointment.I arrived at the predetermined place, I was very excited, we had never met alone and I also had a strong sense of embarrassment, because R., in addition to being a beautiful and fascinating woman like few others, also has a great personality, one of those women who just looking at them can put you in awe. I ring her to ask where she was parked and which car she came in. She shows me the position and almost immediately I catch a glimpse of it. I stop beside me and she gets out to get into my car. Already seeing it go down filled me with a flood of emotions. She had a short skirt, which left her beautiful legs uncovered, veiled in black stockings and high-heeled shoes. Gorgeous, elegant and sensual at the same time, she got into the car, smiling softly at me, greeted me and kissed me on the cheeks. Honestly, I felt very conditioned by the situation and quite awkward. I was a little uncomfortable about several things. Almost a sense of guilt to be alone with her, it was the first time and knowing that A. was at home made me feel a little strange at first. She was wonderfully sweet and, as much as I imagine she was a little embarrassed, she put me at ease and slowly that feeling began to fade, giving way to the pleasure of savoring her beautiful presence. car, the place was quite quiet, even if it was the parking lot of a complex of buildings in the city, because the desire to talk and tell us a little was great and to drive to get around, represented an obstacle to this desire. The program was to go for an aperitif or eat a little something in a quiet place, it did not in any way provide for any physical approach or other such situations. The plan was to spend some time in company, perhaps with some mischievous undertones. But nothing else. We began to talk a little about our daily commitments and how they absorb you completely, leaving little room for leisure and, in our case, some occasion to meet.We were in the dark, but the light of the street lamps, even if a little distant from us, he could not preclude the view of his beautiful legs, slightly turned towards me. Although the speeches were not malicious, initially, I could not, from time to time, put it on them. The rather short skirt complicated things, because she discovered them a lot and moving the gaze was really difficult. (Continue)
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