An afternoon in the courtyard
Cristelle and her companions had left ten minutes earlier. Chantal was reading a book sitting on the patio and enjoying the daylight hours. She saw Federico coming down the stairs leading to the balcony where he had left the piece of furniture to let the sun and fresh air finish drying the varnish. Then he walked across the yard toward her.
"Wow, he does not waste time." Thought the woman, who could not deny that she was pleased. She had barely slept at night wondering how to act that afternoon.
“Can I join you?” Asked Federico.
“Yes, of course.” Chantal could not control a trace of anxiety in her words.
The man had brought a bottle of red wine and two glasses that he filled with liquid.
The talk began dealing with banal subjects and at one point the man pulled his chair closer to hers to show some pictures on the screen of his cell phone.
His face came up behind Chantal's neck and she felt his breath on her skin. At one point Federico gently kissed her shoulder. A chill ran through the woman. The reaction seemed positive to Federico, so he passed his hand over her belly turning the body towards him and approaching the two faces. Both joined in a long, deep kiss. The boy's hands began a journey up the waist, squeezing the breasts that had become swollen and stiff. Then they went down the torso and hips and legs reaching the hem of her dress. At that point he lifted her skirt and commenced slowly and gently sliding his hands along her thighs,. Chantal produced a series of moans that resembled the purring of a cat. The boy's fingers stroked every inch exciting the nerve centers that are located in the inner thighs of women slowly increasing her level of excitement. Chantal felt that her long accumulated contractures relaxed leading to a sense of wellbeing as well as arousal and desire. When Federico´s hands reached her waist they stopped, took the edge of her panties and began to slide them down to remove the garment from Chantal´s legs. Just then the boy rose from his chair, knelt on the ground, lowered his head and slipped it between her legs kissing her black skin.
Chantal began to rock with an increasing rate as her moans turned into screams when the man's mouth made contact with her genital mucosa. When his lips made contact with her clitoris the pace became rampant and she began to ride the man´s face that was turning red due to the excitement, effort and the rubbing with her thighs. Finally an agonizing orgasm covered her legs and Federico´s face with a viscous liquid.
After letting their breathing reacquire a normal rhythm, Federico took off his shirt. Chantal came on him kissing his hairy chest as he recommenced his touch in the legs. Finally he took off his pants and underwear, dragged the woman to the courtyard floor and violently possessed her. Everything that had been gentle until then turned wild instincts generating cries of both.
That afternoon Chantal lost count of the orgasms that had arrived by different sexual procedures. A long period of abstinence ended amid a hurricane of passions.
Cristelle approached Federico carrying in her hands a coffee each. They sat on the patio in the shade of wisteria. There was no one else in the house. A long silence lasted while the two sipped their coffees. Finally the woman snapped.
“I spoke with Chantal ... I found her much changed, quieter and relaxed.” She looked at the boy as she thought.
"I hope you had nothing to do with this change of mood."
“Anyway I fear this is a temporary condition and that Chantal may fall back in depression.” She went on.
“And why is this your problem?”
“Because you know that these girls on their own fail to address their internal situations, even their mood.” Cristelle made silence for a moment and changed the subject. “Hey, you were telling me about that friend you've made in your new job.”
“Oh my God!” Exclaimed Federico as he saw where the conversation was heading.
“Tell me about him!” Insisted the woman.
“ His name is Lucas Traverso. He comes from Arrecifes, a town forty kilometers away from Pergamino. We know many people in common.”
“Another descendant of Italians?”
“ And Basques. That is what there is in that area. Good working people.”
“Describe him.”
“What is this? A boyfriend delivery?”
“Describe him!”. Insisted dryly the woman. “Save your sarcasm and leave the rest to me.”
“He is about twenty two or twenty three years old, he studies Agronomy and is very friendly.”
“Describe him physically.”
“It's shorter than me, has brown hair like most.”
“And the eyes?”
“I do not know, I have not noticed. But what is this? A cattle auction? I do not know how good his teeth are either.”
“You're not funny.” Expressed Cristelle sitting on his lap. “Invite him to dinner on Saturday.”
With a fast and studied gesture she lifted her skirt until her white underwear was shown, contrasting with the color of her skin, with the foreseeable and usual results.
“Now, I will take back what's mine.”
“You never lost it.”
“ I just want to insure my property.”