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“ You'll spend years quiet, as if away from everything... but then your world will become...”. What she meant to say was that there would be a lot of movement, both at professional and personal levels. And he smiled at a certain malice when he spoke of "personal." “... there is heat in your life, but someone will come to warn you about it...”. I said a lot more, but I don't remember much. Larger arcanes, smaller arcanes... I, totally skeptical, was more curious about the beautiful drawings of tarot letters than really for everything she told me. And more concerned about the possibility of being seen at the end of the appointment, leaving. Hell, I thought, how did I allow myself to give in to such a curiosity? Just a crazy guy like me, to do an analysis with an analyst who's got a lot of friends. He pointed this one out to me, and I eventually accepted the nomination... If anyone in the class knew, it'd be the joke center for weeks. I shut up about it, of course. I'd been sneaking out, looking around. Thinking the subject would die out there. Except she said to check my car, which, of course, I didn't. A few days after that consultation, a pan in the electrical system suddenly left me on foot... I also told you to watch out for gas leaks. Well, it's not like I was in the sauna when I started aspirating the characteristic scent of GLP gas. Nobody noticed anything, but I insisted and they went to find a leak in the boiler. As the facility was closed, with low ventilation - nonsense! - that was a bomb about to explode. I was considered a hero, the owners wouldn't accept in any way that would pay my expenses. Only days later I remembered the predictions. With a certain chill... Time passed, I forgot the tarologist. And my life has moved on in a solution of continuity. I work just beyond the marasmo. Stable marriage, but with climate – it seems that this always happens over the years – increasingly lukewarm in sexuality. Until no more than suddenly a turn came up at work. A former colleague took over the board of a company and hired me for a series of consulting and research work. A thing of at least two years, with more than probable developments later. I traveled a lot, met a lot of new people. It was common, almost every 15 days, a trip to Belo Horizonte, staying there two or three days each time. She was almost always attended by Claudia, assistant manager of the regional director and his team. Brunette, about 5'5", body well done. About my age, married like me... Exclusively professional relationships, but always one look or another. It was almost always a lot of running around. There was very little time left for anything else. At night I'd go back to the hotel and have dinner there or some restaurant nearby. At most, I went to the movies alone. - It's okay. How close you are! Don't you ever relax? It was Claudia, at the end of a meeting before lunch, questioning my overly professional attitude. - What? Today, like every Tuesday and Thursday, we leave here for a chop. Come along. It's time to relax a little... I accepted the invitation. And I spent the rest of the afternoon rethinking. It wasn't just Claudia thought I was a very private guy. Even my friends said that. They said it was hard for new people to come into my life because I was always overfocused on work and family. I ran into Claudia and her crew in a chop shop nearby. Besides her were Suzana and Roberta, company managers, two of their assistants, Djair and Wander, and a kid much younger than us, whose name I didn't keep. The boy took a coke and set sail for school. Djair and Wander were openly gay, they seemed to be having an affair, then they left to go to a club. They did, but we'd rather stay on the chop. I stayed with the three women, who gradually convinced me of the veracity of the heat of the mining... Suzana gets up to go to the toilet, followed, as always, by the others. They take their time, suggesting that some little secret exchange was done there. On the way back, Suzana gets her purse and says she has to pick up her daughter from piano class. Roberta goes along, enjoying the ride. There's me and Claudia, who stares at me. Suddenly he takes my hand and says: - I brought you something... Take it in the bag and put it quietly in front of me. A black panties... - It's okay. If you want what was inside her, we have to go now. My husband teaches in college and always comes back at eleven and a little... There at the bad... I was totally stunned. I swear I never thought I'd ever get an approach like that. But obviously, I was also absurdly excited... I didn't know what to do. Those fleshy lips asked me for a kiss. I tried, but she pushed me away. - It's okay. Not in public! I'm married, remember? Kind of embarrassed, I agree, I apologize, and I propose we go to some motel. - No motel, no silly... Don't you know that your hotel, right next door, is famous for being discreet, never asking questions who comes in? Look at me in a delightfully provocative smile... I can't even remember if I even paid the bar bill. We left in a hurry, crossed the street and entered my hotel. In the doorway it was like she said: when she took the keys, the conscierges seemed not to see her. Or maybe they've seen her there before. Well, to get out of the shell I lived in, nothing like a hot, lush woman. The mining companies – I discovered them personally – are prodigal in this. We took the elevator quietly, there were other guests with us. But when the bedroom door closed, all the weather changed. I grabbed Claudia with all my hunger, from years in silence in the routine of everyday life. I kissed her, being received with a wide mouth, with an avid tongue that danced with mine. We'll take our clothes off in seconds. We flew to bed together. Me, and a hungry tiger... I sucked it all. Claudia turned out to be kind of scandalous. Grief a lot, a hot honey of joy spewed in my mouth. - It's okay. Lay on your stomach, go... – she asked in a very, very inspiring tone. I put myself like this, my dick, so excited, it got up in the air. He was gently caught by her hands, which led him into the deep heat of his pussy. An intense ride brought us together. Claudia squeezed my dick into you. He would roll, moving his hips sideways, as he would receive with loud groans the stubs I would give him from the bottom up. He had a laugh and begged him to go on. We followed in that full complicity while penetration followed. Now avid kisses, pray your breasts generously offered to my hungry mouth. Until one moment she lifts her trunk, her breasts still swinging, totally sitting on my dick. Stop and look at me with serious expression: - It's okay. We forgot the condom! I was just about to come. Look at me again. With an expression of who amuses himself with my reaction, to then generously conclude: - Let me handle this. He came off me and he fell out of his mouth on my dick, all wet from it... Presented me with a blowjob made with mastery. Sucked, licked, received my joy in his mouth and then rubbed my molasses on his face. He enjoyed this man's milk bath a little bit and then went to wash his face. What she probably didn't know yet is that she had awakened the predator, devouring female flesh that had been sleeping in me for years. Seeing her walk naked to the sink, I kept staring at her beautiful ass. I was excited again. I decided that night wouldn't end without sodomizing her. I grabbed her when she came back, lovingly kissing her. But with all the voluptuousness a woman like that inspires a man... Our kiss went on, but my hands were already exploring your ass. Claudia walked away: - Easy there! We barely know each other. - What? But you like it, don't you? - Now I'm provoking... Claudia sat in bed in an expression that suggested doubts. - Look, you're nice, hot in bed, but you know what? You're such a gentleman. The recently awakened predator understood between the lines of his message... - Yeah. You don't want to be a lady here. When she heard me, she stared at me with her eyes wide open. I continued: - It's okay. On a date like this, you want to be something else. Okay! I'll make you that thing... Your voice already had a touch of excitement... - It's okay. I'll make you a whore, and nothing better for a whore than a good fuck! - Say it again! - It's okay. I'm gonna fuck your ass now! - You dirty, lowlife! You pervert! You said that screaming, but with a smile. I've been learning that women like Claudia, when they go on a date like this, want to escape absolutely the routine. They want to live another dimension of complicity and pleasure. She said nothing else. He took all the pillows that were in bed, piled them up and laid them on his face, with his thighs open, exposing himself all to me. - METE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As she had already shown in other acts, she was very experienced. I liked sex in all its forms. So anal penetration was easy. And extremely exciting. Claudia moaned even more. I even feared that hotel security would knock on the door. This intense jouissance we had in this way ended this first meeting. Claudia had to go home before her husband returned. He preferred to let the bath go, typical of women who love to conserve as much as they can the scent of sex made. He dressed quickly, kissed me and opened the door to leave. That's when I saw your black panties hanging from my jacket pocket. How can she forget? I ran after her, but she told me she was wearing another one. - It's okay. This is for you as a souvenir... The elevator door closed. I stood there with the wet panties in my hand, finding out what had happened: she, naughty, perhaps in collusion with the others, had planned everything... The next month I returned to BH. Crazy to see Claudia again, but to my disappointment she'd gone on vacation. I got involved with the job. And there was a lot... On Thursday there wasn't that traditional happy hour. I programmed myself for dinner and then worked nights at the hotel. I'd need copies of a series of documents, but the company machine was broken. They were supposed to send me a copy machine and deliver everything later to the hotel. I went there. I was coming out of the shower when they knocked. The copies coming, I'm sure, I thought. I put on a hotel robe and went to open it. I run into Suzana. Wearing the same suit that day, only the silk blouse was two buttons open. Creating a cleavage that insinuated large breasts... - Wow! All smelly and loose inside that robe! You don't invite me in? Well, excuse the use of this cliché so banged up, but this is another story... PS. That tarologist had also predicted that later I would write about the new experiences I was going to live. You're right again. And he said: He said that reading my texts would lead me to meet incredibly sexy women. Maybe just like you... LOBO Published text. Copyright reserved. Forbidden reproduction, total or partial, and its transfer to third parties, except with formal permission from the author. Law 5988 of 1973