Unveiling Desires
The door to X's room is flung open by our bodies, his lips take mine with desire... I try to remember when we started kissing... maybe while waiting for the elevator, no, he was just talking about trivial things in Switzerland while I nodded absentmindedly... in the elevator, no, he just touched my lower back, sliding lightly, making me blush... after the elevator... Yes, he pushed me against the wall, and I couldn't resist... His hands touch my dress, undressing my shoulders, while caressing them gently. I take off his suit and throw it on the floor. He turns me around and explores my back, looking for the zipper of my dress, letting it slide down my almost-naked body. X carries me into the room, gently placing me on his bed, admiring every inch.
"Room service," a female voice warns, lightly knocking on the door.
He presses his lips against mine and then backs away, putting his index finger on my mouth, asking for silence. I smile and fall onto the bed, while he adjusts his belt and goes towards the door, where the maid awaits him. Probably with the coffee he ordered, which I don't need anymore since I'm so awake. I hear X saying something to the woman, but it's not about the coffee... he seems surprised and asks her to leave. The feminine voice, I recognize that voice... I wrap myself in the sheet and approach the wall slowly to listen better.
"Filomena, you're drunk; it's better if you leave," X asks.
"I'm not drunk. I just came to give you a surprise," Filó replies. I try to see through the gap in the door and am surprised by what I see: My friend completely naked and her black coat on the floor near my dress. She picks it up from the floor and looks at X. "But it seems you already have company..."
"Yes, I do. And I think it's better if you go home," X says, serious.
"Who is it? Your wife? A prostitute?" Filó asks, curious. "How about I come in and find out who the owner of the dress is?"
"Filomena," X says, holding her arm. "It's better if you go... I don't want to have to call the hotel security. Go now, and I'll forget what you did here, and I won't tell anything to Dália."
"Tell Dália? I don't care what Dália will think about this," Filomena retorts, touching X's chest. "But I'll go, not because of Dália, but because I want to go and let you have fun. You deserve it, of course, it would be much better with me."
"Goodnight, Filomena," X says.
I run to the bed and lie down, nervous. What was that? Did she see us? I try to remember all her spicy stories, but in none of them, she had to resort to this kind of thing, coming naked to her suitor's room... unless she already has intimacy with X... Did they...? I hear the door closing, and then X appears, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing his body on mine.
"Who was it?" I ask while caressing X's hair.
"A guest who got the wrong room," X lies, kissing my lips once again.
"No, it wasn't," I say, pushing X away.
"Alright. It was Filomena," X confesses. "She comes here at least twice a week, trying to persuade me to sleep with her."
"And you...?" I ask, sitting on the bed with my arms crossed.
"Me? No, I didn't sleep with her, if that's what you're trying to ask. Dália, I desire you. Only you," X replies.
"I need to go," I say, getting up from the bed.
"Okay," X says, sitting on the bed. "If that's what you want..."
I walk towards another room and get my dress, irritated. Damn, why did she have to show up? Then I turn around and find X standing. He pulls me towards him, holds my nape, tugs my hair, and takes my lips.
"Only you..." X whispers, lifting me against his body. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he leads us back to his room.
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