USER: Leggi questo e capiscine lo stile di scrittura, dovremo replicarlo per un altro testo "The chill in the air has become more biting, and as the Uber brings me in front of the restaurant, I hurry inside, pushing through the heavy door of dark glass. A peculiar sensation envelops me--I am wound tight as the waiter leads me to the table, feeling almost as if my body is floating away from me. I am still struggling to grasp how, just a minute ago, my life was as it's been for the past two years--a life in which the wait for Tina has bled away time, where imagination and acceptance of a world without her was not just possible, but my reality. Yet now, Tina has returned as a tangible possibility. The prospect of having what I coveted most in these elapsed months, it arouses emotions far more complex than mere joy or pain or fear. As I make my way to our table, there are moments when it seems I can barely catch my breath. I'm the first to arrive and choose a seat with my back to the door, punctual, perhaps trailing the clock by a sparse minute. As I settle in, I begin to drum my fingers on the tabletop, and as the minutes tick by, much too many minutes, the tapping of my digits on the marble surface grows more rapid. My eyes flit to my phone, heart rate spiking with each glance. Occasionally, I check my watch as if alternating between the two would somehow make time pass differently. Twenty minutes past our scheduled meeting time and still no sign of Tina. I order a glass of wine, nee...

USER: With the same style, translate this into English and improve it where needed and vary the vocabulary, plus translate it by lengthening it "Siamo silenziose per il tragitto in macchina, le ultime parole che ho pronunciato prima di perdermi a guardare la citta scorrere sotto ai miei occhi e stato un indirizzo che non pronunciavo da cosi tanti anni. Mentre percorriamo la strada che ci porta verso Soho, do uno sguardo al telefono e noto le chiamate e i messaggi di mia moglie. Sento gli occhi di Tina su di me, e in quel momento sento la sua mano avvicinarsi a me, sento il rumore delicato delle sue dita sulla pelle del sedile, ripongo velocemente il telefono e mi volto verso di lei. Vedo la sua mano tesa ma timida al centro del sedile, avvicino la mia e i nostri mignoli si sfiorano e poi si afferrano, anticipando quello che poi le nostre mani desiderano. Ci teniamo per mano, i nostri sguardi fermi sulle nostre mani, la mia che stringe la sua. E Vorrei solo sentire le sue mani su di me, ora, vorrei fermare questa macchina e tele-trasportarmi con Tina. Ogni nostro contatto genera una strana scarica elettrica nel mio corpo, le sue mani sono deliziose, erotiche e dolci allo stesso tempo. Rimaniamo cosi, evitiamo il contatto visivo per tutto il tragitto in cui le canzoni pop della radio ci fanno da sottofondo mentre io sento solo il respiro sottile di Tina ogni tanto interrotto e ritmato da un respiro piu profondo. Quando la macchina si ferma davanti al palazzo di mattoni rossi e alte v...

USER: Leggi questo e capiscine lo stile di scrittura, dovremo replicarlo per un altro testo "TheRead this and tell the style of writing "I long for us to sustain ourselves on nothing but this moment, to regenerate our life force through the simple act of kissing. Tina's arm encircles me, pulling me tighter to her, shedding every restraint, and I feel as though I might faint from the surge of excitement when she moans again softly into my mouth. I suck gently on her upper lip, then draw her insistently towards me, as if it were somehow possible to be closer yet. Delusional, of course. The realization dawns that I couldn't possibly kiss Tina any deeper, and with a passionate urgency, I clasp her tighter around her waist, her hands now enveloping my neck as if she's holding onto me for salvation. With an almost angry frustration, I guide her backward until she meets the unyielding chill in the airof the glass windows that soar to the ceiling and gaze out upon New York. The decisive contact of her back against the glass elicits a slight gasp, I feel her initially tense, then melt into the pressure of my body against hers. Her hands, once again entwined in my hair, do not relent but pull me closer. I am consumed with a desire to touch her, to trace the contours of her skin, to explore further, to feel every inch of her with my fingers, to kiss her everywhere, to savor her with my tongue, and to cherish her with my lips. It is at this moment of engulfing passion that I grasp the need to stop, to interrupt this sweet agony. Thus, with a move that feels almost against my very nature, I step back from the kiss, separating our desire-thrumming bodies with a gentle firmness, and I stand motionless, beholding her. It feels as though I am reliving our first kiss within the narrow confines of that train's corridor. I gaze at her--beholding her lips, now swollen and reddened from our fervor, our chests heaving in a reflection of the fever burning within us. The tension between us is palpable, like a bowstring pulled taut, teasing with the potential of a visceral release. I know I leave us both ignited, ravenous for a passion we seemed but a breath away from indulging. I read the same torment in Tina, apparent in the way her questioning eyes linger on mine, as though she might plead with me to resume our embrace. We remain thus, she with her back against the glass, me a few paces away. Eye to eye, our breaths quicken, excitement and longing palpable in the charged distance between us. But before I fully surrender to Tina, I must understand. I need to know if I am acting self-destructively by consenting once again to be merely a fleeting moment in her life. "How long will you be in New York, Tina?" My words rush out uncontrollably like a river in flood, and a different kind of warmth floods through me. I am wrought with agitation, fearing her response. My question seems to cleave through the atmosphere around Tina like a summer storm, leaving us in a brief, weighted silence; she doesn't answer immediately, and I feel the necessity to know everything--not just piece by piece, but the complete, overarching story. I shake my head, "Where do you live, Tina?" Silence descends between us once more, yet this time Tina relaxes, smiles, and reveals all I need to hear. "I'm here on business; my company has transferred me to head several startup projects that they've heavily invested in. I lived in Paris until last year, then spent some months in Toronto, and now...I am here," she shares. "I have a sister living in New York; Angie's with her tonight, a chance for her to embrace the role of aunt, which delights her. Currently, I'm at The Plaza, room 734, on Shaolin Productions' bill, until they find me an apartment to comfortably live in for the coming period. I've been in New York for two months..." My heart halts, thinking about how much time we've once again lost, and then Tina adds in a low, husky tone, "...and how long I'll stay... I don't think I want it to just depend on my work, Bette..." My heart resumes its rhythm, one slow beat at a time. Immobilized, I am wordless and thoughtless, buoyed and suspended in a sea of possibilities that overwhelms me. Then I see her swallow; shadows and the light from the fireplace render everything less distinct, as though reality itself has become more biting, and as the Uber bringsa canvas for our imaginations. She goes on "Now, Bette Porter..." her voice becomes low, sensuous, her gaze locking onto mine with piercing intensity, "Since I've agreed to move to this city knowing I'd find you here, I wish for you to press pause on all other questions--which I assure you, I wish to answer and ask--and come here to kiss me in front of the restaurant, I hurry inside, pushing through the heavy door of dark glass. A peculiar sensation envelops me--I am wound tight as the waiter leads me to the table, feeling almost as if my body is floating away from me. I am still struggling to grasp how, just a minute ago, my life was as it's been for the past two years--a life in which the wait for Tina has bled away time, where imagination and acceptance of a world without her was not just possible, but my reality. Yet now, Tina has returned as a tangible possibility. The prospect of having what I coveted most in these elapsed months, it arouses emotions far more complex than mere joy or pain or fear. As I make my way to our table, there are moments when it seems I can barely catch my breath. I'm the first to arrive and choose a seat with my back to the door, punctual, perhaps trailing the clock by a sparse minute. As I settle in, I begin to drum my fingers on the tabletop, and as the minutes tick by, much too many minutes, the tapping of my digits on the marble surface grows more rapid. My eyes flit to my phone, heart rate spiking with each glance. Occasionally, I check my watchyou've never kissed me before. Please, kiss me as if alternating between the two would somehowwe have all the time in the world, as if the woman you were with at lunch doesn't phase me. Come back here and kiss me, not with questions but with answers" her tone is decisive, laden with sensuality, igniting more desire within me with each syllable pronounced. I slip off my jacket and advance toward Tina. Her hazel eyes, seeming almost black, plead with me, "I want you come back here and wrap your arms around me because I... I want you, my sweet no ordinary lover, my tempestuous passion. Hold me cause I long for sleepless nights where we make time pass differently. Twenty minutes pastlove unrestrained, followed by endless conversations at four in the morning. I desire for you to come over here and kiss me because I crave your passion, your yearning. Because only you, Bette Porter, have managed to send tremors through my body from afar, with just one look and simultaneously draw closer to give meaning to all my shivers." The words Tina speaks convince me to forget all my questions, her statements unlike any I've ever heard from another soul. I relinquish my doubts, fears, the considerations of tomorrow, and the relentless tick of time. I surge towards her and our scheduled meeting time and stilllips meet fervently. We moan together, her hands grasping my face as if to prevent any possible retreat. But I harbor no sign of Tina. I order a glass of wine, needing something to soothe my nerves as I would just shout atintention of pulling away. I reassure myself to call her--except I don't have her number. How could I forget to ask for it? Again... I sip frequently, trying to keep my mind andthat all answers can wait, because this is our time--mine and Tina's. Our tongues converse in a language unique to us, our hands engaged. Would she have warned me if she'd changed her mind? The thought begins to nag at me, the insidious worry creeping in that perhaps it was only I who truly hoped forclench and embrace, our reunion. But suddenly, there's a whispered caress against my neck. "We should stop taking each other's backs." her voice is low, composed, imbued with sensuality, her lips caressing my ear. Her flirtation coaxes a smile from me, but more than anything, her presence here finally calms me, my heartbeat now racing not from anxiety, but from excitement. I turn my head to follow her with my gaze as she walks past me and takes her seat opposite. "Attempting to find you on a train was one thing, but navigating through New York City traffic! Ugh...I often forget how bad it can be to drive around in this city!" she says with a smile, shaking her head slightly as she settles into the chair. Then, with a soft and almost subconscious gesture, she runs her hand through her hair, the silky strands weaving through her fingers like petals caught in a breeze. I am spellbound, feeling a wave of emotion surge through my chest, enveloping and warming me. She is breathtakingly beautiful--to the point where I am awestruck, where I already wish to leave this place and whisk her away-- "You look gorgeous," she says, and our eyes meet, locking in a moment of vivid recognition. In hers, I can see that glimmer, that spark. "You too, Tina" is all I manage to respond as I struggle to gather my thoughts and release the words trapped in my throat. We spend a few silent minutes studying the menu, my eyes skating over the dishes repeatedly without truly registering them. As I notice Tina setting down her menu, I do the same. "So..." I start tentatively, "Kennard, uh?.. Tina Kennard." A hum escapes her and I can see her breaths become a tad unsteady. For a fleeting moment, I muse on how different everything would have been if we had the courage back then to lookbodies arching into each other's contours. I allow my hands to caress her face, then descent toward the neckline of the blouse she's wearing. I peel away her suit jacket, letting it fall to the ground as our mouths feast upon one another. I draw back momentarily, gasping for breath, our eyes lock, and I begin to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time, observing her breath catch--a sensation that leaves me breathless as we are doing now and reveal so much more. Tina seems to echo my thoughtswell. I part the folds of her blouse, unveiling the elegant lace bra that caresses her breasts. Lowering my lips, I kiss along her decolletage, and I feel her head languidly tilt back against the glass, her breath quickening. Unfastening her trousers, I descend to assist her in slipping them off, leaving her standing before me in her delicate undergarments, the discarded clothing a testament to our fervor on the floor. She looks at me with raw desire, her head leant back. As she watches me, I slip from my dress, and upon standing almost naked as she utters, "Bette Porter...perfect name". And the way my name rolls off her tongueis, she whispers in an excitement-laden and breathless voice, "I missed you." The sensation that cascades from my head to toe, invigorating my heartbeat, liberating my lungs, and stirring my arousal, is simply, strikingly, profoundly right.the most terrible, wrenching, and exquisite thrill of love. Now, with our bodies stripped to near nakedness, we allow our skin to caress, to gently explore. I unhook her bra, and my fingers dance over her skin, leaving a trail of shivers. Her body trembles and I draw her close, pressing kisses to her neck and earning a moan. My name on her lipshand journeys through her hair, gently tilting her head back, granting myself more space. I bestow kisses, licks along her neck, venturing to her ear, reveling in the sensation. Her hands clasp my hips, pulling me into her. Her leg entwines with me, and I can feel her warmth and moisture, even through the thin fabric of her panties, pressed against me. Everything is natural, everything is exactly as I remember--soft, warm, urgent--yet it feels like a new musical scale unfolding. That's it, I'm all in. I'm utterly done for Tina-- I'm Bette, disastrously infatuated fucked up, Porter, I think to myself. "How has..."brand-new. Nipping at her earlobe, I whisper into her ear followed by a delicate kiss, "You're already so wet, and I've barely begun..." As my hands roam over her breasts, her nipples harden, eager under my palms. She surrenders further into me, and with a breath that holds the weight of time, Tina starts to ask. I don't let her complete the question; I need to understand. I need to know andsays, "Oh Bette... you've begun two years ago..." Her hands then traverse possessively down my spine, nails lightly scoring my skin. We kiss with tongues, lips, and unabated desire. I can't wait any longer, no time for pleasantries. We have timeanother minute and begin to journey her body with kisses and caresses. I kneel before her, grasping the edge of her panties without removing them completely. Lowering them slightly, I kiss the line of her oblique muscles, then the jutting hip bone, eliciting her enticing touch upon my head, which fuels my desire further. I lower her panties more, bestowing equal adoration on each side, before sliding them down completely. Bending to kiss her pubic bone, then easing them to the floor. Helping Tina to step free, I then turn to adoring her long legs, marked now with arousal's telltale flush. I glance up briefly and see her bracing both hands against the glass behind her, seeking balance. I desire to take my time, kissing the top of her thighs while her scent intoxicates and enthralls me. Simultaneously, my fingers journey along her legs, dedicating endless attention, caressing, kissing, and inching ever closer to where I know Tina yearns for those later, butsame affections. As my mouth grows bolder, her breathing deepens into something more profound. "Bette," she calls out to me, her voice laced with urgency, so I look up to smile, and there, Tina gazes down, her eyes squeezing shut, "Stop teasing..." As we maintain our gaze, I encourage her to part her legs a touch more, then I lift her thigh over my shoulder and let my tongue glide between her legs. She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and moans, thighs already trembling. Perhaps I tremble too, consumed by an ecstasy I feared would never grace my life again. I close my eyes and taste Tina once more, letting other senses guide me; the flavor of Tina is utterly intoxicating. I swirl my tongue around her, finding Tina even more responsive, more ready than I could have imagined. Her heavy breathing, moaning, and leaning into my mouth grows more insistent. Her fingers seek a grip against the glass, and as my hand slides up her torso, over her stomach to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, she quivers violently, finding support with one hand on my shoulder. I burn with an excitement too fervid and throbbing between my own legs, mirroring the swollen warmth I am kissing, licking, and loving between Tina's trembling thighs. "Oh God," she gasps, "Oh, Bette..." And there's something thrilling in the notion that if the world were only to pay close attention, it might bear witness to our love. The thrill of imagining Tina, yielding against the glass window, might seem like a mere illusion to a casual observer, while for me, it stands as the most tangible truth. I moan against her, and I feel her body respond with a slight shudder to the vibration. Tina moves her hand from my shoulder to grasp mine, the one still caressing her breast. Her fingers weave into mine, her grasp growing firmer, resolutely leading me to satisfy her. As our hands come together, I delve my tongue as deep as it will go, trailing along her tender opening with an almost selfish slowness. Her hips writhing, she then, with a decisive gesture, guides my hand exactly where she craves it to be "Inside, I want you inside me" she begs me and as my fingers slip inside her, I first sense her retreat slightly before she resurfaces, pressing back with even greater intent against my mouth and now against my fingers. Tina releases an ecstatic cry, and in this moment, I open my eyes; I need to know, "Is it a coincidence that you're here, Tina?" I ask, mysee her, to have all my senses wholly engaged by Tina. I watch her, and as I feel her tighten around my fingers, Tina tries to catch her breath and then manages to open her eyes just enough to let me see her--pupils dilated, dark, clouded with lust. She places a hand beneath my chin, silently coaxing me upward. "Kiss me, Baby," she utters in a voice barely above a whisper, earnest and edgy, "Because I believe in fate, but this... this surpasses anything imaginable." For a heartbeat, she gazes straightfractured by exitment, and her leg gracefully descends from my shoulder, wrapping securely around my waist. Our mouths collide, a tempest unleashed, and our tongues clash together--hungry, slick with desire. Tina moans into my eyes and I think she must surely see my heart out of sync in my chest, read my soul, listen to my most intimate thoughts. "No, Bette," her voice quivers slightly, "It's not fate, not a coincidence." On impulse, I tilt my head and furrow my brow slightly, my heart pounding harder now. There are so many more questions I yearn to ask, but I wait for her to go on, and it's just a few seconds before Tina speaks more. "When we arrived in Paris, I had nearly convinced myself it was to be a fleeting passion, a two-night affair. That, in the end, I didn't truly know who you were and that it was the right choice... to let you go. I was doing it to protect Angie, believing I couldn't risk getting entangled with a married woman, whatever 'entangled' meant at that moment. I thought I was safeguarding her, andour deepening kiss, and perfection imbues the air the moment our intimacy becomes something indefinably closer, endearments exchanged only in whispers. Baby I repeat to myself. And yet, there I was in my cabin, waitingTina comes on my touch, her mouth upon mine, her back arching against the glass, her core pulsing around my fingers. Her whimpers become strangled; her body seems to seize for you, hoping you'd come knocking, tell me you wanted to see me again in the real world, convince me there was nothing to be scared of. But you didn't come..." You wanted me to call out your name! You would have come to me... My thoughts race with confusion, leaving me reeling with uncertainty--and-- "...I watched you disembark, and I saw the namean instant, then continuing with the precise level of pressure she needs, she releases a sharp cry, her body quaking with aftershocks. She rests her forehead on the placard waiting for youmy shoulder, my fingers halting their motion, and I plant a kiss on her clammy temple, warm with the light sheen of sweat. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, she gives a shiver at the station. I waited for you to get a distance away from the train before I made my own exit. I couldn't risk a chance encounter. Bette...watching you walk away, not feeling able to stop you..." She falters and I see her swallow hard, thenloss, I stroke her hair, and when she averts her eyes from mine, "...I wanted nothing more than to run to you. But I didn't because if you had wanted to, you would have come to find..." "I did come to your carriage, Tina. I waited there, hoping to see you exit your cabin." I see her eyes widen with shock, her breath pulled in sharply at the revelation of my words. Before we can continue, the waiter interrupts us to take our order and pour the wine. The break allows us both to recompose ourselves, and personally, it gives me a chance to rein in my swirling thoughts. We each take a drink, and I can't suppress a faint chuckle, "And then?" I prompt her. "Then, I got off the train and asked that boy... Lorance, Larenzio?" "Lorenzo..." "Right! I asked him for your last name. I think he told me considering he'd seen us together over the previous couple of days... The boy probably understood everything, even before we did." Now Tina smirks, "The rest was easier. In this digital age, finding someone isn't so hard... especially you. You're pretty well-known in this city, you know?" Tina's grin reveals her dazzling teeth, as bright as the twinkle in her eyes, "But...the Plaza today. Now that was dumb wanted luck. Though honestly, after a train standstill in the mountains, nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to you..." I still wish to ask her why she is in New York, how the Plaza could really have been just luck. But I decide to wait, after all, I feel that I am in no hurry, that I can take all the time I want with Tina. As the thought of having time with her crosses my mind, my skin feels warmer, more sensitive, and my stomach clenches with a familiar knot of nerves. I cross my legs beneath the table, switching sides, aware of something in the fates between Tina and me that overwhelms, agitates, and excites me in turn. I gaze at her, and now my only desire is to take her hand and leave this place behind; I want to touch her, to taste her lips. The mere thought sends a thrill surging between my thighs. Though my breathing quickens, I strive to maintain some semblance of composure. "And Angie? If I may ask..." Tina meets my gaze but doesn't answer immediately. She lifts a hand to grasp the glass before her and I see a sparkle in her eyes, followed by a hint of a smile, "She's my daughter." She adds nothing more, and in the silence, she seems to be searching my face for any sign of faltering or fear; she finds none. The reality that Tina has a child, a family, brings a tinge of melancholy to my thoughts-- The family I've always yearned for. "May I ask--" I begin but Tina swiftly interrupts me. "Single mom. I wanted to be a mother, felt I had to be a mother, and so I did it. Alone..." I look up at her, a sense of relief washing over me that there is no one else; I understand that having a child means forging an unbreakable bond that would inevitably make anyone else third in terms of priority. I can't help the selfish surge of happiness at the fact that Tina is a single mom, even if it's an indulgence I feel somewhat guilty for. "She's beautiful... seems to have a strong will. Just like her mom..." I say, and as Tina smirks, a flush rises in my cheeks. Before we can exchange further words, the waiter returns, setting down two intricately plated dishes before us. My gaze drifts over the culinary masterpiece in front of me, but my attention is divided, glancing at Tina from the corner of my eye who seems absorbed in her dish, "This is the first time we're sharing a meal," she comments with an almost playful tone without looking up. I grin and take a sip of wine, finding it incredibly difficult to focus on anything but Tina, here, right in front of me. I watch her, absorbed in the vision of her hands moving with precision and grace, clasping the silverware delicately. I'm captivated by the way she brings the spoon to her slightly parted lips as if every touch held a promised caress, by the gentle curve of her wrist, by the arch of her eyebrows as they lift ever so subtly with each flavorful bite. Between mouthfuls, she pauses, letting the joy of taste linger, seeming to stretch the moments to accommodate the pleasure on her tongue. Each hidden smile that graces her lips sends my heartbeat into a faster rhythm. I clear my throat and dare to ask, "Why after two years?" Tina abruptly looks up, setting her spoon on the plate and dabbing the corners of her mouth with a napkin, "I waited for Angie," she responds softly, yet with a resolve that resonates in her voice. "Why now?" I ask, my tone even despite the inferno within me. A profound silence falls between us as I see her weighing her words, Are you afraid of saying too much or perhaps too little? "Because making love with you and then not seeing you again hurt me terribly... because I realized that Angie was just an excuse and that, in truth, I was held back only by the fear of seeing you again, fearing I'd feel what I felt on that train, unable to control it." She takes a deep breath and gathers her courage, "And then... because I missed you more than air itself. Because I stopped remembering you..." We both freeze, my mouth goes dry. I swallow quickly, trying to recover moisture, passing my tongue over my lips before biting down on the lower one. I can feel as though she's disarmed me, left me completely defenseless and entirely at her mercy. How am I to stay composed when, in this moment, I realize Tina has morphed into love itself in my eyes? I sense it in my bones, I know I will fall for her. But I am married. And Tina could have sought me out but didn't for two years. I fear I will fall, and it will hurt. I see concern crease her brow and her eyebrows lift slightly as she notices my visible swallow, my total bewilderment, overwhelmed by Tina. I've spent the last two years yearning to hear these words, to see her, and now that Tina is here telling me everything I've dreamt of-- "Is it too late, Bette?" she asks, softly, veiling her uncertainty as best as she can. Her question feels like a jolt of reality, and just as I am about to respond, the waiter reappears to clear our plates. But soon we are alone again. For several long moments, we simply look at each other, hoping we'll never tire of conversing without words. A lone tear escapes me: maybe it's out of surprise, confusion, or perhaps hope. My voice shakes slightly, "Please, Do you want to get out of here?" And I see something change in Tina: disbelief and hope wash over her and a spark of understanding glints in her eyes, affirming our shared intent. I settle the bill and we head towards the exit, walking with the awareness of Tina trailing behind me, watching, following. I hold the door open for her and we step out of the restaurant. The snowfall has ceased, but the sky remains shrouded in clouds heavy with the promise of more flakes to come. The skyline is a blend of white and grey, lit by the warm glow of nearby buildings and streetlamps, casting orange hues that mingle with the crisp, biting evening air. As we wait for the car I've arranged, the night's chill seems mitigated by our closeness. Suddenly, Tina reaches out and gently grasps my wrist, sending a thrill through my senses before her hand ventures tenderly to intertwine with mine. Her fingers slide between mine, clasping together with an ease that takes my breath away. Our thumbs dance a gentle circular motion, caressing each other with a palpable longing. We face each other, and I pull her close, devouring the space between us as she leans into the embrace. I long to kiss her, but it's not yet time and place. Instead, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body against my chest. I feel her arms securing around my waist, her face nuzzling into my neck, almost breathing me in. We stand like this for what feels like eternity, until just before the car arrives to collect us, I take a step back and gaze into her eyes. I bring my hands to her face, but the cold numbs my touch more than I'd like. I notice her cheeks and the tip of her nose growing rosy, then her hazel eyes tell me everything I need to know--everything I never should have doubted. Her gaze travels between my eyes and lips, causing my heart rate to surge. "Is Angie all right for the night?" I whisper, and Tina nods and standing on tiptoes, she places her arms around my neck, bringing her lips close to mine, yet not touching, only teasing. Her breath, cold and laced with the scent of wine, brushes against mine. As the car pulls up, we linger in each other's space for a few more seconds, seemingly unable to distance ourselves. "Will you stay with me tonight?" I ask, fully aware of what I want, of what I desire. "Yes," she replies, "Take me to a place where we can just be us again, Bette.""smiles--a smile of satiated contentment and dizzying fulfillment."

USER: ReadLeggi questo e impara lo stile "The morning light filters gently into the expansive apartment, rays from the winter sun unfurling through the surrounding glass windows. I keep my eyes closed, not yet ready to part with this and tell the style of writing "Istillness, to cherish the calm, the way my body languishes, intertwined with hers. I linger in the sensation of Tina's leg bent and draped over mine, her hand tracing the contour of my body, her fingers languid and sated upon my hip, her warm breath nestled in the crook of my neck, her hair tickling my shoulder with the faintest sensation. I revel in the weight of our bodies, the carpet, our makeshift bed on the floor a mere attempt to ease the hardness beneath us, the throw blanket haphazardly unfurled over us--not for modesty's sake, but born out of a need to stay wrapped in each other. I pause and ponder the cool numbness in the arm that holds Tina; I can feel the length of her spine with the slightest motion of my fingertips and a shiver travels through me. With the rediscovery of her proximity, there's an intoxicating novelty, I feel like I'm touching her for the first time *How many inches of you remain undiscovered?* I muse, my mind adrift in the sea of Tina's yet uncharted skin. As awareness seeps back into my body, I slowly open my eyes to the light-drenched room. The fireplace still flickers across from our entwined figures. I shift my head, feeling the rest of my body awaken--a pleasantly heavy aliveness. I glance obliquely at the windows, guessing it must be around 7 a.m. by now. My gaze alights on the smeared handprints Tina left on the glass, and the memory of that moment sends a flame of arousal licking through me. Turning to face Tina, who slumbers on me, I press a tender kiss to her forehead, allowing my lips to rest there, feeling her skin and locking out the world a while longer. The mere presence of Tina and the memories from last night leave me with an intimate warmth on my bare skin. People say that dreams are usually in black and white, thus this cannot have been a dream; every moment, sensation, scent, and caress bursts with color and aroma. The images of Tina, surrendered to me, are clear and vivid. I grow bold, my fingers firmer, charting an intrepid course along her back as I stretch with my other hand to retrieve a pillow slipped to the floor during the night's fervor. I then slip my arm from beneath her neck, guiding her head gently onto the soft cushion. "Don't go away..." she murmurs, barely a whisper, eyes still closed but breath quickening as she pulls me closer, aligning our bodies subconsciously. I melt into her embrace, savouring these waning moments fully. We turn to our sides, now facing each other. "I'm here," I reply, watching her unaware that once more the sun will dictate our rhythms. I watch her and feel, in her seeking hands, that there are no more barriers to break, her light fingers imploring me to tear down mine without speaking. I gaze at her delicate face, her red hair splayed across the pillow, and brush it absentmindedly with my fingers. My touch becomes firmer, encircling her nape. At first, I notice only a slight tilt of her neck seeking more contact and a soft grunt, so I caress her more firmly until her stunning hazel eyes snap open and they look at me, a silent plea, leaving her words caught in her throat. With resolve, I kiss her, having waited far too long to do so, and the sensation is that of both our first and our hundredth kiss all at once *If only I could explain what it means to kiss you... If only you knew how you feel like the first time, every time.* When Tina looks back into my eyes, I feel pinned, dissected, and seen: for the first time, I fear the desire I feel. I can barely breathe as my hands roam her hair, Tina is warm, and her scent is that of a comforting seduction, the same aroma interlaced between us to sustain ourselvesand the blanket that covers us. Her lips part, and in a flash, I acquiesce, surrendering softly to her mouth, to the flicker of her tongue. Tina moans in my mouth and my hand caresses her face, cupping her jaw, coaxing her lips to open wider, and slowly I slide upon her while our mouths entwine with rekindled and awakened hunger and desire. Then Tina drops her head back, surrendering her neck to me, hands carving trails on nothing but this moment, to regenerate our life force through the simple act of kissing. Tina's arm encircles me, pulling me tighter to her, shedding every restraint, and I feelmy back as my mouth paints her skin as though I might fainta blank canvas. "This is so good, you're so good Baby..." Her voice, rough and wakeful, jolts me from the surge of excitement whenmy reverie. There it is again, that pet name, unexpected and now resounding with an obscene yet genuine tenderness. And it's overwhelming, and while my tongue savors her silky skin, I approach her nipples that tighten in response to my attentions and Tina begins to pant. I smile, realign with her body, and roll my hips between her legs; we both groan at the sensation. Taking Tina's hands, I guide them to my breasts. We sigh in unison, Tina's touch instinctively teases my nipples, leaving me breathless. Looking straight into her eyes, I start moving cautiously, kissing her neck, her jaw. Then I draw back slightly and behold her. Tina holds my gaze, her thumbs teasing my nipples gently as she moans again softly into my mouth. I suck gentlyfocuses on her upper lip, then draw her insistently towards me,the sensation between her legs, the intimate contact of our sexes. We begin tentatively, but soon find our rhythm, and the heat dissolving in Tina's pelvis prompts her to increase the speed and pressure against me. I find a spot that makes Tina shudder, overwhelmed by the tight intensity of it, her sex grinding against mine. Tina instinctively lifts a leg, I grab her knee and wrap her leg around my waist. This pulls us even closer, and Tina moans, "Oh, God," and moments later, between quick breaths, she whispers, "If only I could make you feel *how* and *what* you make me feel..." And though I've had few loves and lots of lovers, none have aroused and stirred me with words quite like Tina does. Perhaps it's her tone, her voice, her hands touching as if it were somehow possible to be closer yet. Delusional, of course. The realization dawns that I couldn't possibly kiss Tina any deeper, and with a passionate urgency, I clasp her tighter around her waist, her hands now enveloping my neck as if she's holding ontothey've known me for salvation. With an almost angry frustration, Ia lifetime; maybe, it's the way she speaks while looking into my eyes and truly seeing me-- creating a connection between us, but in some way, her words convey to me the eroticism of knowing that she desires to please me, and it's as exciting as the act itself that we are engaged in. As my sex brushes against hers, each light contact causes her to nod, moan anew, and I smile at her. I seize her hands and guide her backward until she meets the unyielding chill of the glass windows that soar to the ceiling and gaze out upon New York. The decisive contact of her back against the glass elicits a slight gasp, I feel her initially tense,them to slide on the floor above our heads, our mouths voracious, and then melt into the pressure of my body against hers. Her hands, once again entwined in my hair, do not relent but pull me closer. I am consumed with a desire to touch her, to trace the contours of her skin, to explore further, to feel every inch of her with my fingers, to kiss her everywhere, to savor her with my tongue, and to cherish her with my lips. It is at this moment of engulfing passion that I grasp the need to stop, to interrupt this sweet agony. Thus, with a move that feels almost against my very nature, I step backa new first time happens. Tina slows, somehow withdraws from the kiss, separating our desire-thrumming bodies with a gentle firmness, and I stand motionless, beholding her. It feels as though I am reliving our first kiss within the narrow confines of that train's corridor. I gaze at her--beholding her lips,me, and our faces are now swollen and reddened from our fervor, our chests heaving in a reflection of the fever burning within us. The tension betweendistant enough to allow us is palpable, like a bowstring pulled taut, teasing with the potential of a visceral release. I know I leave us both ignited, ravenous for a passion we seemed but a breath away from indulging. I read the same torment in Tina, apparent in the way her questioning eyes linger on mine, as though she might plead with me to resume our embrace. We remain thus, she with her back against the glass, me a few paces away. Eye to eye, our breaths quicken, excitement and longing palpable in the charged distance between us. But before I fully surrender to Tina, I must understand. I need to know if I am acting self-destructively by consenting once again to be merely a fleeting moment in her life. "How long will you be in New York, Tina?" My words rush out uncontrollably like a river in flood, and a different kind of warmth floods through me. I am wrought with agitation, fearing her response. My question seems to cleave through the atmosphere around Tina like a summer storm, leaving us in a brief, weighted silence; she doesn't answer immediately, and I feel the necessity to know everything--not just piece by piece, but the complete, overarching story. I shake my head, "Where do you live, Tina?" Silence descends between us once more, yet this time Tina relaxes, smiles, and reveals all I need to hear. "I'm here on business; my company has transferred me to head several startup projects that they've heavily invested in. I lived in Paris until last year, then spent some months in Toronto, and now...I am here," she shares. "I have a sister living in New York; Angie's with her tonight, a chance for her to embrace the role of aunt, which delights her. Currently, I'm at The Plaza, room 734, on Shaolin Productions' bill, until they find me an apartment to comfortably live in for the coming period. I've been in New York for two months..." My heart halts, thinking about how much time we've once again lost, and then Tina adds in a low, husky tone, "...and how long I'll stay... I don't think I want it to just depend on my work, Bette..." My heart resumes its rhythm, one slow beat at a time. Immobilized, I am wordless and thoughtless, buoyed and suspended in a sea of possibilities that overwhelms me. Then I see her swallow; shadows and the light from the fireplace render everything less distinct, as though reality itself has become a canvas for our imaginations. She goes on "Now, Bette Porter..." her voice becomes low, sensuous, her gaze locking onto mine with piercing intensity, "Since I've agreed to move to this city knowing I'd find you here, I wish for you to press pause on all other questions--which I assure you, I wish to answer and ask--and come here to kiss me as if you've never kissed me before. Please, kiss me as if we have all the time in the world, as if the woman you were with at lunch doesn't phase me. Come back here and kiss me, not with questions but with answers" her tone is decisive, laden with sensuality, igniting more desire within me with each syllable pronounced. I slip off my jacket and advance toward Tina. Her hazel eyes, seeming almost black, plead with me, "I want you come back here and wrap your arms around me because I... I want you, my sweet no ordinary lover, my tempestuous passion. Hold me cause I long for sleepless nights where we make love unrestrained, followed by endless conversations at four in the morning. I desire for you to come over here and kiss me because I crave your passion, your yearning. Because only you, Bette Porter, have managed to send tremors through my body from afar, with just oneto look and simultaneously draw closer to give meaning to all my shivers." The words Tina speaks convince me to forget all my questions, her statements unlike any I've ever heard from another soul. I relinquish my doubts, fears, the considerations of tomorrow, and the relentless tick of time. I surge towards her and our lips meet fervently. We moan together, her hands grasping my face as if to prevent any possible retreat. But I harbor no intention of pulling away. I reassure myself that all answers can wait, because this is our time--mine and Tina's. Our tongues converse in a language unique to us, our hands clench and embrace, our bodies archingdirectly into each other's contours. I allow myeyes, and then she smiles at me. My hands to caress herare heavy on hers, Tina looks at me, steals an almost innocent kiss "I think you lied about your age--let me tell you, you *feel to me* half your years" she says and bursts into laughter not loudly but with pure, comfortable amusement, once again drawing her pelvis as close as she can to mine. And it is during this interlude, in a moment so intimate that only the closest of lovers indulge, that we burst into laughter together. Not that we had never laughed with each other, but there had always been a veil of uncertainty between us, of the unknown. Yet now, there are just the two of us, bare and making love, and it's the warmest, most enveloping feeling in the world. We take our time--I watch her laugh, observing the dimples on her chin, the faint crinkles by her eyes that squint shut with mirth, her cheeks lifting and her eyes sparkling with glee. I lean into her, my lips meeting hers, grazing them gently and feeling her move against me--more intense, so intense that has both of us gasping. As our bodies move, almost beyond our control, damp with desire, I gaze at her with fiery eyes and whisper on her lips, "But guess what--I have all my years but... they're all just a wealth of experience," and Tina doesn't miss a beat. She lifts her head from the pillow and captures my lips with urgency, her tongue licking mine, pressing with hunger and deliberateness. And we resume our dance, our bodies finding an incessant, unique rhythm, modulating the pace from swift to slow, sensual. Tina frees her hands from mine and allows them to glide across my chest, up to my neck and face. She grips my jaw and draws it down towards her. Then she turns my face, then descent toward the neckline of the blouse she's wearing. I peel away her suit jacket, lettingher mouth grazing my ear, "And I want all your experience." It's as if a switch has been flipped within me, I lean forward, capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss. I seize her thigh, unwrapping it fall to the groundfrom around my waist, aligning it to her torso, and in this new contortion, we kiss and devour each other, savage and voracious, increasingly desperate in our search for an elusive closeness, a merger. And I can't resist wanting more from her than what I'm taking, so I slip two fingers inside her and whisper breathlessly into the receiving shell of her ear, "Oh Tina, You were just waiting for me." The sudden penetration makes her convulse, muscles clenching around my probing fingers as they drive forward into her, her liquid heat allowing me to enter unresisted as our mouths feast upon one another. I drawremain relentless, Tina groans, and I swallow her sounds. And I feel her--There's a building current beneath our entwined forms, and I am its conductor, bringing her closer to the precipice with each sweep, each circle, each stroke. My forehead rests on her chin as my fingers and body move over her, against her, and within her. I know her orgasm is winding its way to climax when Tina makes a high, muted sound in her throat. But as our lips again slip awkwardly over each other, seemingly uncontrollable, I begin to feel my fingers embraced by her throbbing grasp. And I slow everything down. "Tina, look at me" I say as I stop my fingers inside of her, my body pausing between her legs, "Tina, look at me" I repeat, my voice a whisper-thin command amidst the thunder of our desires until her eyes lock onto mine. "Don't come" I implore her, my voice is sharp and breathless, "I don't want you to come." I see her eyes widen in surprise, she looks at me seeking the unsaid words hanging in the ether between us, her heart slows its desperate cadence, her chest slowly calming, her throat swallowing with difficulty, uneasy yet poignant. Whatever comes next, I understand that this orgasm I'm denying her isn't just a physical release; in fact there's nothing purely anatomical about what we're sharing, it transcends the flesh. It symbolizes a world of possibilities--mornings waking up together, kisses both stolen and given--and if I don't let it go, maybe I can cling to this world of possibilities. I indulge in the illusion that I can keep Tina close to me by denying the shudder of her body. And I hope foolishly that just as desire once brought us back momentarily, gaspinghere, so too it might bind us together again, despite the high sun in a surreal blue January sky, despite my life waiting outside. And Tina doesn't ask for breath, our eyes lock, and I begin to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time, observing her breath catch--a sensation that leaves me breathless as well. I part the folds of her blouse, unveiling the elegant lace bra that caresses her breasts. Lowering my lips, I kiss along her decolletage, and I feel her head languidly tilt back against the glass, her breath quickening. Unfastening her trousers, I descend to assist her in slipping them off, leaving her standing before me in her delicate undergarments, the discarded clothing a testament to our fervor on the floor.anything. She looks at me with raw desire, her head leant back. As she watches me, I slip from my dress, and upon standing almost naked as she is, she whispers in an excitement-laden and breathless voice, "I missed you." The sensation that cascades from my head to toe, invigorating my heartbeat, liberating my lungs, and stirring my arousal, is the most terrible, wrenching, and exquisite thrill of love. Now, with our bodies stripped to near nakedness, we allow our skin to caress, to gently explore. I unhook her bra, and my fingers dance over her skin, leaving a trail of shivers. Her body trembles and I draw her close, pressingthen kisses to her neck and earning a moan. My hand journeys through her hair, gently tilting her head back, granting myself more space. I bestow kisses, licks along her neck, venturing to her ear, reveling in the sensation. Her hands clasp my hips, pulling me into her. Her leg entwines with me, and I can feel her warmth and moisture, even through the thin fabric of her panties, pressed against me. Everything is natural, everything is exactly as I remember--soft, warm, urgent--yet it feels all brand-new. Nipping at her earlobe, I whisper into her ear followed by a delicate kiss, "You're already so wet, and I've barely begun..." As my hands roam over her breasts, her nipples harden, eager under my palms. She surrenders further into me, and with a breath that holds the weight of time, Tina says, "Oh Bette... you've begun two years ago..." Her hands then traverse possessively down my spine, nails lightly scoring my skin. We kiss with tongues, lips, and unabated desire. I can't wait another minute and begin to journey her body with kisses and caresses. I kneel before her, grasping the edge of her panties without removing them completely. Lowering them slightly, I kiss the line of her oblique muscles, then the jutting hip bone, eliciting her enticing touch upon my head, which fuels my desire further. I lower her panties more, bestowing equal adoration on each side, before sliding them down completely. Bending to kiss her pubic bone, then easing them to the floor. Helping Tina to step free, I then turn to adoring her long legs, marked now with arousal's telltale flush. I glance up briefly and see her bracing both hands against the glass behind her, seeking balance. I desire to take my time, kissing the top of her thighs while her scent intoxicates and enthralls me. Simultaneously, my fingers journey along her legs, dedicating endless attention, caressing, kissing, and inching ever closer to where I know Tina yearns for those same affections. As my mouth grows bolder, her breathing deepens into something more profound. "Bette," she calls out to me, her voice laced with urgency, so I look up to smile, and there, Tina gazes down, her eyes squeezing shut, "Stop teasing..." As we maintain our gaze, I encourage her to part her legs a touch more, then I lift her thigh over my shoulder and let my tongue glide between her legs. She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and moans, thighs already trembling. Perhaps I tremble too, consumed by an ecstasy I feared would never grace my life again. I close my eyes and taste Tina once more, letting other senses guide me; the flavor of Tina is utterly intoxicating. I swirl my tongue around her, finding Tina even more responsive, more ready than I could have imagined. Her heavy breathing, moaning, and leaning into my mouth grows more insistent. Her fingers seek a grip against the glass, and as my hand slides up her torso, over her stomach to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, she quivers violently, finding support with one hand on my shoulder. I burn with an excitement too fervid and throbbing between my own legs, mirroring the swollen warmth I am kissing, licking, and loving between Tina's trembling thighs. "Oh God," she gasps, "Oh, Bette..." And there's something thrilling in the notion that if the world were only to pay close attention, it might bear witness to our love. The thrill of imagining Tina, yielding against the glass window, might seem like a mere illusion to a casual observer, while for me, it stands as the most tangible truth. I moan against her, and I feel her body respond with a slight shudder to the vibration. Tina moves her hand from my shoulder to grasp mine, the one still caressing her breast. Her fingers weave into mine, her grasp growing firmer, resolutely leading me to satisfy her. As our hands come together, I delve my tongue as deep as it will go, trailing along her tender opening with an almost selfish slowness. Her hips writhing, she then, with a decisive gesture, guides my hand exactly where she craves it to be "Inside, I want you inside me" she begs me and as my fingers slip inside her, I first sense her retreat slightly before she resurfaces, pressing back with even greater intent against my mouth and now against my fingers. Tina releases an ecstatic cry, and inSlow, sensual, and sweet--accepting this moment, I open my eyes; I need to see her, to have all my senses wholly engaged by Tina. I watch her, and as I feel her tighten around my fingers, Tina tries to catch her breath and then manages to open her eyes just enough to let me see her--pupils dilated, dark, clouded with lust. She places a hand beneath my chin, silently coaxing me upward. "Kiss me, Baby," she utters in a voice fractured by exitment, and her leg gracefully descends from my shoulder, wrapping securely around my waist. Our mouths collide, a tempest unleashed, and our tongues clash together--hungry, slick with desire. Tina moans into our deepening kiss, and perfection imbues the air the moment ourway our last moments of intimacy becomes something indefinably closer, endearments exchanged only in whispers. Baby I repeat to myself. And Tina comes on my touch, her mouth upon mine, her back arching against the glass, her core pulsing around my fingers. Her whimpers become strangled; her body seems to seize for an instant, then continuing with the precise level of pressure she needs, she releases a sharp cry, her body quaking with aftershocks. She rests her forehead on my shoulder, my fingers halting their motion, and I plant a kiss on her clammy temple, warm with the light sheen of sweat. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, she gives a shiver at the loss, I stroke her hair, and when she looks up, she smiles--a smile of satiated contentment and dizzying fulfillment."together."

USER: Leggi questo e impara lo stile "The morning light filters gently"I desired her from that first glance. I longed to possess her with a passion and desire that I hadn't felt in years. That simple look made it impossible for me to stay in the bar. I permanently stowed my glasses in the pocket and stood up, holding the book in front of my chest, as if using it as a shield, as if I could protect myself from my own desires. Perhaps it was the situation that made my excitement fill my body: I was stuck in the dark, timeless, without phones, on a train rich with history. When I realized that to return to my cabin I had to pass by her side, my legs trembled. "Bette, please, c'mon" I whispered to myself, trying to gather courage. But I was still standing in front of the blue armchair that had welcomed me until that moment. I looked up, and uncontrollably, my gaze fell on her while around me, the frenzy and hysteria of the crisis regained color and sound. After few heartbeats I found the courage and walked with a confident and steady step towards the next carriage. When I was close enough to admire her better, I just closed my eyes, feeling intoxicated by her perfume. At that moment, I didn't know that her scent would fill my mind into the expansive apartment, rays from the winter sun unfurling through the surrounding glass windows. I keep my eyes closed, not yet ready to partinfinity and beyond. With my lungs full of her, I left the carriage and headed to my cabin. I turned a couple of times, perhaps hoping to see her behind me, perhaps fearing to see her following my steps. With a strange disappointment in my body, I arrived at my door and entered. "My head is exploding," I said in a low voice, bringing my fingers to massage my eyelids. I pressed the cabin service button, and Lorenzo was with this stillness, to cherish the calm, the way my body languishes, intertwinedme in less than two minutes, dressed in his best smile. I asked him for a headache pill, which he brought to me in a ridiculously short time, along with hers. I linger in the sensation of Tina's leg bent and draped over mine, her hand tracing the contour of my body, her fingers languid and sated upon my hip, her warm breath nestled in the crook of my neck, her hair tickling my shoulder with the faintest sensation. I revel in the weight of our bodies, the carpet, our makeshift bed on the floor a mere attempt to ease the hardness beneath us, the throw blanket haphazardly unfurled over us--not for modesty's sake, but born out of a need to stay wrapped in each other. I pause and ponder the cool numbness in the arm that holds Tina; I can feel the length of her spine with the slightest motion of my fingertips and a shiver travels throughanother whiskey "It helps" he winked at me. With the rediscovery of her proximity, there's an intoxicating novelty, I feel like I'm touching her for the first time *How many inches of you remain undiscovered?* I muse, my mind adrift in the sea of Tina's yet uncharted skin. As awareness seepsglass in hand, I let myself fall onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Few droplets splashed out of the glass, but in that moment, I had only one thought-- It was late evening when I fell into a deep sleep until 3 in the morning, and when I woke up, I was enveloped in a sense of disorientation. For a moment, I didn't understand where I was. I turned my face to the side, feeling my fingers still tightly gripping the glass. I sat up on the bed, put the glass on the nightstand, and stopped to listen to the silence that surrounded me. Only the snow, still, could be heard as it relentlessly hit against the windows of my cabin. I undressed, brushed my teeth, and got back into my body, I slowly open my eyes to the light-drenched room. The fireplace still flickers acrossbed, this time under the covers, imagining a warm body next to mine: but the body I dreamt of was not my wife's, and that thought helped me collapse into another moment of deep sleep, finally with my mind at peace. I woke up a few hours later, and the daylight illuminated my cabin and everything around. I took the clock from our entwined figures. I shift my head, feeling the rest of my body awaken--a pleasantly heavy aliveness. I glance obliquely at the windows, guessing it must be around 7 a.m. by now. My gaze alightsthe nightstand. It was 8:30. How many hours I slept? When was the last time I had slept that much? What a strange sensation pervaded my body. I felt... rested. I got up and ready, choosing nothing overly elegant but comfy. I put on the smeared handprints Tina left on the glass, and the memory of that moment sends a flame of arousal licking through me. Turning to face Tina, who slumbers on me, I press a tender kiss to her forehead, allowing my lips to rest there, feeling her skin and locking out the world a while longer. The mere presence of Tina and the memories from last night leavemy favorite gray cashmere sweater with the collar over a tight white t-shirt, and the warmth of the fabric embraced me with soft gentleness. Having not had dinner the day before, I found myself eager for breakfast. When I arrived at the dining car, most of the tables were occupied. The waiters had, however, reserved the same table for me as the lunch the day before, "on Lorenzo's request," they said, smiling, handing me the breakfast menu. The people in the room were all animatedly engaged in loud conversation about the "unpleasant situation" we were in. I wished I could sink deeper into that green armchair, hide behind the menu to avoid hearing their complaints. I looked out the window and saw some of the staff members walking on the snow around the train, talking and gesturing in all directions. Finally, in the daylight, I could admire where we were stopped: a plateau as large as a soccer field, surrounded by two tall, white and rugged mountains, some trees bent under the weight of the snow poking out here and there. As I ordered a plate of eggs and black steaming coffee, I continued to admire the scenic landscape surrounding us. With a distracted gesture from what was happening in the car, I gathered my hair into a messy chignon with some strands falling loose, that I tried to tuck behind my ears. Shortly after, the strong and vibrant scent of coffee enveloped me, and I was happy to see the cup on the table. As I took the first sip of the hot beverage, I saw her standing at the entrance of the restaurant car, I observed her from above the horizon marked by the rim of the coffee cup. I feigned indifference, even though I was having difficulty breathing. I blamed the hot coffee and the temperature of the carriage, but I knew well that it wasn't what was complicating the most basic of my functions. She's still alone I thought, appreciating the absence of any other human being near her, cause I wanted to be the person close to her, to be the one human being able to hear her breathe just by turning my head slightly. Without really realizing it, as I was lost in thought-- "May I?" I raised my eyes from the coffee and saw her standing in front of me, her delicate hand resting on the green armchair opposite mine, her fingers soft but with a secure grip. I lifted my gaze further, trying not to get lost in her body, in her silhouette. Oh, I'd love to get lost in a different way, I thought and felt myself blushing slightly. I looked into her eyes and smiled, trying to regain my composure and self-control, hoping that inexperienced eyes hadn't already picked up on my weaknesses. I nodded and said "Please," indicating the empty chair, trying to mask her effect on me. "Thank you," her voice was low and wrapped in a melodic tranquility. I immediately noticed the way her lips moved and immediately wished to be saved (and perhaps savored) by those lips. "I'm Tina, nice to meet you and... well thanks, I'm starving," and she extended her hand, an intimate warmth on my bare skin. People say that dreams are usually in black and white, thus this cannot have been a dream; every moment, sensation, scent, and caress bursts with color and aroma. The images of Tina, surrendered to me, are clear and vivid. I grow bold, my fingers firmer, charting an intrepid course along her back as I stretch with my other hand to retrieve a pillow slipped to the floor during the night's fervor. I then slip my arm from beneath her neck, guiding her head gently onto the soft cushion. "Don't go away..."invitation to hold her. I knew that if I shook it, if I just touched that skin, I hardly would control myself. So, I just looked at her, sipping my coffee, creating that moment of embarrassment to avoid succumbing. She smiled and lowered her hand. Then, she murmurs, barely a whisper, eyes still closed but breath quickening as she pulls me closer, aligning our bodies subconsciously. I melt into her embrace, savouring these waning moments fully. We turn to our sides, now facing each other. "I'm here," I reply, watching her unaware that once more the sun will dictate our rhythms. I watch her and feel, in her seeking hands, that there are no more barriers to break, her light fingers imploring me to tear down mine without speaking. I gaze at her delicate face, her red hair splayed across the pillow, and brush it absentmindedly with my fingers. My touch becomes firmer, encircling her nape. At first, I notice only a slight tilt of her neck seeking more contact and a soft grunt, so I caress her more firmly until her stunning hazel eyes snap open and theycontinued to look at me, a silent plea,and I gave in to the first of the moments that would connect us on that train. "Bette, it's all my pleasure..." I said in a low, husky voice. Our eyes met, and I truly looked at her, and suddenly, a new wave of desire overwhelmed me out of nowhere. She was beautiful. Damn beautiful. Her hazel eyes were enhanced by a light touch of black eyeliner, her cheekbones pronounced and adorned with a hint of blush and two small dimples on her chin softened her smile even more. That morning, she wore an open white shirt, unbuttoned at the third button, with sleeves rolled up to the middle of her forearms. Sensual and elegant, not vulgar, I commented to myself. I could catch a glimpse of her collarbones, the cleavage of her breasts. Her long, defined neck made me yearn to kiss her there, to leave the marks of my desire until she screamed-- "Traveling alone, Bette?" she asked out of the blue, interrupting my journey through her body. "Yes, and you, Tina?" I asked without waiting a moment. "...For a lifetime," she replied. I didn't immediately understand what she meant by that, but I decided not to worry about it, even because she continued to talk to me, staring into my eyes, as if she was looking for something or someone in me "I saw you last night at the bar, not too concerned about this...inconvenience, were you?" I laughed to try to dispel my tension. "Is it that obvious?" For a fraction of a second, her eyes widened as mine took on a nuance of nervousness. Then a flirty grin appeared on her lips, and that was her way to respond in kind, with a small confirming grimace. We ended up talking about this and that for a few minutes, appreciating each other's company without discussing ourselves in any way. We were both there as a gift from someone, but we quickly discovered that my someone was wealthier than hers, as I told her about my cabin and my recent trip to Venice. We laughed about it, and everything felt so natural, so easy, that I felt overwhelmed by her presence. It was all so light, almost as light as the snow that was still falling but less determined than before. I had never taken my eyes off Tina, not for a moment, till I said goodbye. I couldn't spend a minute more with her, not without losing my mind and so, acting the role of the detached woman in that farewell, I left the dining car and headed towards my cabin. I could feel her eyes on me when I walked away, but I truly wanted to feel all of her over me. When I crossed the threshold of my carriage, I met Lorenzo, and I asked him where I could smoke a cigarette. "Miss, please, follow me, I'll get you off the train. For safety reasons, I have to stay with you, but you'll hardly notice I'll be there". It was pretty clear that Lorenzo's smiles would guarantee me affirmative answers for my entire time there, so I entered my cabin, grabbed the cigarettes and a scarf, and went outside. The air was brisk but not unbearable. I leaned against the train, looking straight ahead at the mountain towering us. I tightened the scarf a bit more and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly. The first inhale was exceptional, burning in my throat. I felt the nicotine wave invading my body as I leaned my foot against the train, and my knee bent forward. "You had to have flaws." Tina's voice was unmistakable "I wondered when I would discover the first one". I turned around and saw her leaning out from the train door. I smiled at her, "You have no idea how many others..." and took another deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke with a determined puff of my lungs. She came out, approached me and leaned against the train, almost mimicking my posture. I watched as she tried to find balance in her stance and saw her slightly arching her back, detaching herself from the wall behind her. Oh Tina, if you could know how much I want you to arch against me, whispering in my ear and telling me how close you are-- "Do you want one?" I asked her, offering the freshly opened pack. "No, thanks. I smoke my first and last one fifteen years ago..." It was clear that her answer didn't end there. I waited a few seconds, looking at the snow in front of me before turning my head to invite her to continue, and so she did, "...but I'd like you to have a drink with me tonight." and then Tina turned towards me too, and for a moment, a lifetime, we just looked at each other. My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded so hard that I thought Tina could see it beneath my sweater. There was no way to misunderstand her unsaid words and her gaze, the way she ran her tongue to moisten the corner of her mouth. "Please..." my voice came out husky, perhaps half a tone lower than usual "...Be my guest" I looked at her lips and swallowed heavily. "See you later then" she said and as the snow resumed its confident descent, she returned inside, leaving herme there, smoking the last puffs of that cigarette. With hands numb from the cold and cheeks reddened, perhaps more from the thought of the drink than from the cold, I returned shortly after to the train and to my cabin. I can't say whether that day, time passed more quickly, but it seemed like the blink of an eye before I found myself in the bar carriage, looking for Tina among the people sitting, drinking, and chatting. It suddenly seemed that everyone had finally made peace with the whole situation and was truly enjoying this fortunate misadventure at high altitude. There were two boys in uniform, one at the piano and one on the violin, playing background music. I saw her, sitting at a table, observing the room around her, with an expression I recognized easily and felt very familiar: she was looking but not seeing. Her thoughts seemed miles away. But I looked at her and saw her, and I had never been more present in my life than at that moment. I approached and asked her teasingly, "May I?" Tina turned towards me, and a smile formed on her lips. Then, raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards the chair in front of her. "You look stunning," I said, causing another smile, a temporary embarrassment that we quickly shook off by ordering our cocktails. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a light green silk dress with thin straps, no stockings, and certainly no bra. She crossed her legs in a sensual manner so that the dress skirt was slightly raised, just above the knee. I admired, without lingering, the line of the muscle of her crossed bare thigh. I brought the gin and tonic to my mouth and took a sip, while the warmth between my legs intensified, becoming an even more acute desire. Just like that morning, we found ourselves chatting again, and once again without telling each other about ourselves. I didn't know who Tina was, but there was a moment when I thought I knew everything about her. She placed the glass on the lacquered wooden table between us and began to play with its stem. She turned it and twisted it between her fingers. I was sure her mind was thinking of another place and time, so I put my hand on hers. I grasped her fingers, intertwining them with mine, and caressed her delicate and slender wrist with my thumb in a slow and hypnotic manner. It was the first time we touched, and the shivers on her leg betrayed her feels. I knew nothing about her, her life, where she was from, what she did. But at that touch, it was as if our hands and bodies had already brushed against each other in some other era. As the duo played a slow version of "Por una cabeza," Tina looked me straight in the eyes while our fingers began to feel and find each other with more and more desire. "Take me away from here," she whispered and that invitation meant an infinity of possibilities, but there, for us, it meant one thing to me. In that bar carriage of a train we couldn't leave, which couldn't bring us back to our time, the only way I had to take her away was-- I don't know how it happened, but we found ourselves in carriage 7 where I pushed her against the wall of the cabins, not caring if someone might be inside those rooms and hear us. We found ourselves with my body against hers, her hands gripping my hair while her head was tilted backward, resting against the hard surface, staring at me with wide-open eyes full of passion. Excited sighs fill the air around us and She pulled me towards her, my hands only gripping her hips while I wanted to touch her everywhere. But I was waiting, I was living just for the moment when our lips would touch for the first time. I could feel all of her warmth through the light silk of her dress, feel her pelvis, her hips, and chest against mine. I slid one of my legs between hers as we lost ourselves in a gaze. She let out a surprised moan, and I passed an arm around her waist, while with my other hand I grasped her chin, feeling her soft skin, her delicate features under my fingers. Our breaths were out of control when Tina brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was a snap, I thought she wanted to test the waters, almost as if she was trying to understand if that was a boundary to be crossed. And that single touch was enough for me to know that her mouth would become my obsession. If she was the one litting the fire, I was the one to devour her, hungry for her and her body. Our lips collided with ferocity and desire. She gasped into my mouth as my tongue violently began to battle hers; we were not elegant but very desirous. I breathed her moan, and it was like a breath of real oxygen. I ran my hands over her bareback. I descended until I gripped her buttocks between my hands, feeling her pelvis move towards me as Tina brought one leg up around my waist. She bit my lip before licking it, with her eyes open, fixed on mine. She grabbed my belt, but I interrupted her and moved away from our kiss with a sigh, distancing myself from her. Our chests moved rapidly up and down. I saw her sensually arching and moving against that wall. I never took my eyes off her and I managed to keep myself from having her there, under the possible gaze of all the other guests. "Let us in," Tina said, looking at me, and I extended a hand, an invitation to follow me. She grabbed it, and followed me a few steps further in front of the door of my cabin. When I opened the door, I stepped aside and watched Tina as she entered the room and stopped in the center, looking at me with those hazel eyes, which were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Those eyes seemed to almost beg me, asking me to be there with her. And I didn't think for a second longer about choosing those eyes in that era over endless lunches at the Plaza in another. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the key and returned all my attention to Tina. She lunged at me; again, we grabbed each other and dragged one another onto the other. I leaned with all my weight against the door as my arms enveloped Tina's body. We let every chain, every restraint, every thought, become a memory, leaving room only for our sighs and moans. Then I turned her sharply against the door. The contact made her moan, and I grabbed her wrists and brought them above our heads, holding them firmly with a strong grip against the door. I truly made love to her mouth with mine. But God, I was dreaming of tasting, touching and licking her, all of her. I made sure her hands stayed still above our heads and freed mine. My fingers gripped the hem of her dress, scratching decisively the inside of her thighs as I pushed the skirt up towards her waist. I lifted it high enough to easily reach the elastic of her panties, which I grabbed and pulled towards me and then down to take them off. I didn't want to be slow and light. I wanted to possess her and take us away from there. I grabbed the leg that was still helping her stay on the ground, and I pushed her harder against the door so I could lift her and anchor us even more. Soon both of her legs were around my hips, her back arched against the door, our eyes lost in each other, and our breaths fast. I could clearly feel her excitement. I did not care about the slick trail I would find on my clothes the next day, I only wanted her to get wetter for me, to respond to my body, my touches, my caresses. She didn't say a word when, concisely and with shortness of breath, she began to unbutton my shirt and pull its tails out of my slacks. I stole a kiss, while my fingers, that wrapped around her buttocks, seemed drawn to her excited and dropping sex. I could touch her, I could already touch her there if I wanted to, if only I had stretched my fingers a little more. I could already feel her softness and I was in danger of losing control. I moaned helplessly into her neck, kissing and biting her throat, and she emitted a hungry and panting sound, as if she couldn't believe I wasn't possessing her yet. I kissed her fiercely, and she reciprocated with more strength and emphasis. Oh, what desire has taken hold of us, Tina! I thought. Then, holding her close to me, in my arms, I turned and moved towards the bed. I was physically stronger, and she seemed like a feather in my arms, when with confident steps, I approached the bed and sat her down there. I took the edge of her dress and lifted it; Tina raised her arms, and I removed it completely. The image of Tina naked on that bed, with reddened lips and big, eager eyes, was like seeing the rarest of artworks. She grabbed my belt and started unfastening it. She slid it off the loops and tossed it onto the bed behind us. "Take them off," she told me, pointing to the pants while grabbing the sides of the open shirt and sliding it down my shoulders and along my arms. My clothes fell to the floor at the end of the bed, and I found myself in a bra and panties in front of her, who was completely naked. "You know how beautiful you are? How exciting you are?," she asked, looking at me, at my body as far as her eyes could reach. Then she smiled sweetly, trying to meet my eyes with hers. She moved a bit more up in the bed, and rested her feet on the mattress, knees bent, and hands stretched behind her back to support herself. She slightly widened her legs, opening up to me, but still with a kind of shyness that made her so desirable, so delicate. I felt the warmth between my legs intensify, becoming an even more acute, almost painful, and uncontrollable desire. We stayed like that, looking at each other, for an endless time before I found the courage to speak again as I approached the bed, now so close that I could feel the tickle of the comforter caressing my legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees. "What do you want, Tina?" "You...this" she replied, looking at my hands on her body; her voice was starting to break from desire. I shook my head; I knew we could give each other much more. I knew we could be more. I wanted us to be more. And I'm sure Tina, without me speaking another word, could feel all my thoughts; I understood it by seeing the shivers running through her body, her nerves mixed with excitement. "What do you want, Tina?" I asked her again; this time my voice came out more imperative, secure. "I want you to do...be with me like no woman has ever been..." she immediately replied and then we stayed in silence for a few heartbeats "...But what do you want, Bette?" she added, her voice low. "Oh, this is not about me" I pronounced those words caught in her throat. With resolve, I kissbefore I could realize what I was truly asking her. "No, Bette. That's not what I meant... what... what do you want to do to me?" I felt my eyes sparkle and widen. I couldn't believe I had actually heard those words. I became almost feverish with the thoughts that crossed my mind, but Then I saw her eyes, they were greedy and lustful, but I also glimpsed a flash of uncertainty Is it fear, Tina? And It was that flash that made me start gently stroking her legs. I just wanted her to trust me. That was what I was asking her to do for me. I felt the tension in her muscles release with every caress; I leaned forward and kissed one knee and then the other, and the tension completely disappeared from her body, making just room for us. "...But, please, don't be too gentle" Tina added, panting, already almost out of breath. And that was all I needed. I pushed her knees to open, a very mild pressure to which she responded without any resistance, exposing and opening her deepest self to me, to my gaze. I desired her so much that I had to fight the urge to skip all the foreplay. But I thought we had time, an infinite time until the train would bring us back to our lives. And I wanted to take all the time I could to understand what she liked, what would cause her the strongest shiver. I traced with my eyes the entire line of her body, now completely stretched out before me, until I met her gaze again, until I read a plea in her hazel eyes. I lay down on her, having waited far too long to do so, and the sensation is that of bothbetween her legs. Her long, defined thighs flexed as I opened them wider, forcing her thighs further apart, our first and our hundredth kisspelvises and breasts pressed against each other, and then all at once *If only I could explain whatfeel her--Oh, fuck, so soft and hot and wet. Our lips met in a slow, hungry kiss. "I've desired you from that first look, Bette. I've imagined your tongue, your fingers inside me" Tina whispered against my lips, just interrupting the kiss but not pulling away, parting them, and rubbing her tongue inside my mouth. I felt the heat snap in my belly, and I grabbed one of her thighs, making it means to kiss you... If only you knew how you feel like theslide up forcefully against the mattress, this time with more strength and determination than before, while I slid down along her body. I nibbled her throat, mouthed her jaw, descended even more as if I had a map to follow, as if I didn't want to miss any centimeter of Tina. "Oh Bette...I love where you're taking me..." Tina laughed out, and I looked up and saw that she was already covering her eyes with the back of her right hand and her body began to move underneath mine. She gasped fervently at the sensation of my tongue surrounding her nipple. We'll come back to this later, I thought, mentally noting her response to that. I continued descending. The more my mouth went down on her, the more I felt her body's responses, her nipples hardening more than I thought possible, and the movements of her chest dictated by fast and deep breaths. I went down until I found myself between her legs and, without further delay, started caressing her sex with my mouth. But I did one caress, just one. I waited for her reaction and Tina moaned even though that first time, every time.* When Tina lookscontact was quick and her back into my eyes, I feel pinned, dissected, and seen: for the first time, I fear the desire I feel. I can barely breathe as my hands roam her hair, Tina is warm, and her scent is that of a comforting seduction, the same aroma interlaced between us and the blanket that covers us.arched slightly. I desired more of her; I felt selfish and almost ruthless. After all, she asked me not to be gentle. The next lick to the center of her sex was so ravenous that it made her tremble, but her taste was so intoxicating that I didn't let more than a second pass before doing it again and again. I looked up to her, and I saw a flush of warmth cross her face and go down her chest. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, and her lips part, and in a flash, I acquiesce, surrendering softly to her mouth, to the flicker of her tongue. Tina moans in my mouth and my hand caresses her face, cupping her jaw, coaxing her lips to open wider, and slowly I slide upon her while our mouths entwine with rekindled and awakened hunger and desire.seemed almost fuller. Then Tina drops her head back, surrendering her neck tomoved her hips forward, swinging them towards me, clearly communicating what she wanted. I placed my hands carving trails on myher hips, holding her steady on the mattress. I wanted her to beg me to go on; I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her. Her intoxicating scent captured my brain And I couldn't wait any longer. I threw myself back on her, my voracious mouth on her sex. Tina moaned, almost screamed at the contact, clinging to the bed's headboard and shivering when my tongue slid inside her. Dragging licks and circular movements convinced her to trust me. I would never be able to do anything that could harm her and Tina already knew it. I stimulated the top of her clit, while my mouth made love inside her. I held her firm to the mattress when I felt the movement of her hips just hinted but then, I let her body move freely. "Tina," I whispered breathlessly, "You're extraordinarily delicious". Her moisture slipped down my chin, and I just wanted to savor her forever, where she was hottest and silkiest. As with a rhythm of her hips she thrust deeper into my tongue, I heard her sobbing loud and so I stopped to watch and check on her but she brought her hand to the back of my head, into my hair begging me not to stop "Don't stop...Oh, Bette...please...inside...come inside" she moaned and let out a small stifled cry, her hips swayed more desperately, seeking more, seeking all of me. I hungrily resumed what I was doing and each lick caused a wave of pleasure between her and my legs. When her hand in my hair became a plea, I slid three fingers inside Tina, feeling the muscles tremble and tighten around me. She moaned so loud, and that sound became my new favorite music. Tina was tight, hot, and wet, and I quickly found her most sensitive spot. And as my mouth paints her skin as though a blank canvas. "This is so good, you're so good Baby..." Her voice,sucked and my tongue caressed her, I stimulated the rough and wakeful, jolts me from my reverie. There it is again, that pet name, unexpected and now resounding with an obscene yet genuine tenderness. And it's overwhelming, and while my tongue savors her silky skin, I approach her nipples that tighten in response to my attentions and Tina begins to pant. I smile, realign with her body, and roll my hips between her legs; we both groan at the sensation. Taking Tina's hands, I guide them to my breasts. We sigh in unison, Tina's touch instinctively teases my nipples, leaving me breathless. Looking straight into her eyes, I start moving cautiously, kissing her neck, her jaw. Then I draw back slightly and behold her. Tina holds my gaze, her thumbs teasing my nipples gently asswollen spot inside her till she focuses on the sensation between her legs, the intimate contact of our sexes. We begin tentatively, but soon find our rhythm, and the heat dissolving in Tina's pelvis prompts her to increase the speed and pressure against me. I find a spot that makes Tina shudder, overwhelmed by the tight intensity of it, her sex grinding against mine. Tina instinctively lifts a leg, I grab her knee and wrap her leg around my waist. This pulls us even closer, and Tina moans, "Oh, God," and moments later, between quick breaths, she whispers, "If only I could make you feel *how* and *what* you make me feel..." And though I've had few loves and lots of lovers, none have aroused and stirred me with words quite like Tina does. Perhaps it's her tone, her voice, her hands touchinguncontrollably shuddered. It felt as if they've known me for a lifetime; maybe, it's the way she speaks while looking into my eyes and truly seeing me-- creating a connection between us, but in some way, her words convey to me the eroticism of knowing that she desires to please me, and it'sTina and I had already done it a thousand times, like I knew that body as exciting as the act itself that we are engaged in. As my sex brushes against hers, each light contact causes her to nod, moan anew, and I smile at her. I seize her hands and guide them to slide on the floor above our heads, our mouths voracious, and then a new first time happens. Tina slows, somehow withdraws from me, and our faces are now distant enough to allow us to look directly into each other's eyes, and then she smiles at me. My hands are heavy on hers, Tina looks at me, steals an almost innocent kiss "I think you lied about your age--let me tell you, you *feel to me* half your years" she says and bursts into laughter not loudly but with pure, comfortable amusement, once again drawing her pelvis as close as she can to mine. Andif it is during this interlude, in a moment so intimate that only the closest of lovers indulge, that we burst into laughter together. Not that we had never laughed with each other, but there had always been a veil of uncertainty betweenbeneath mine. When I realized Tina was close, I desired nothing more than to feel her releasing around my fingers. She made a choked, muffled sound. She seemed desperate, and I pumped into her with strength and presence until I achieved what I wanted most: Tina, completely undone, so beautifully lost in her surrender. "Come for me, Tina" I said, removing my mouth from her overstimulated sex and let only my fingers accompany her to the end of her orgasm. She came for me and her body trembled, her hands left my hair to grasp the blanket underneath us, of the unknown. Yet now,gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strength. Even when she finished trembling, I left my fingers inside her, I didn't dare to take them out, didn't dare to deprive myself of that feeling. She kept her eyes closed, exhaled a couple of times deeply and swallowed hard. Every movement of her throat, that I could see and admire, just gave me an excited feeling in my bones. So I brought my free hand up and placed it on her throat, squeezed it but not too hard, not wanting to hurt or scare her. I longed to participate in her breathing; I wanted to be the air she was craving, I wanted to be there are just the two of us, bare and making love, and it's the warmest, most enveloping feeling in the world. We take our time--Iwhen she calmed down completely from her climax. I felt the muscles of her throat tickle my palm with each swallow, and I could sense the rapid beating of her heart. When Tina felt my hand on her throat, she opened her eyes abruptly, but I didn't see fear in her gaze; instead, there was a renewed trusted desire. I watched her calm down and got lost in her eyes. At that moment, I gently slid my fingers out of her, crawling up on her body until my eyes could watch her laugh, observing the dimples on her chin, the faint crinkles by her eyes that squint shutdry part lips, her tongue moistening them with mirth, her cheeks lifting and her eyes sparklinga lick. "May I?" I asked, looking at her mouth, and when she nodded, I replaced her tongue with glee. I lean into her, my lips meeting hers, grazing them gently and feeling her move against me--more intense,mine and I brought my fingers that had been inside her to her lips, outlining their contours before kissing them. I could taste all of her flavors, and it was so intense that has both of us gasping. As our bodies move, almost beyond our control, damp with desire, Imy legs felt weak, my head spinning-- I was on the verge of fainting. She shifted slightly beneath me, and I felt one of her legs between mine, her thigh pressing exactly where my desire sought release. Feeling so overwhelmed, I let myself slide beside her, bending an arm to support my head and gaze at her with fiery eyes and whisperher. I couldn't stay there, on her lips, "But guess what--Itop of her when she was so warm, wet, and inviting. Not yet. A single caress would have all my years but... they're all just a wealth of experience," and Tina doesn't miss a beat. She lifts her head from the pillow and captures my lips with urgency, her tongue licking mine, pressing with hunger and deliberateness. And we resume our dance, our bodies finding an incessant, unique rhythm, modulating the pace from swift to slow, sensual. Tina frees her hands from mine and allows them to glide across my chest, up to my neck and face. She grips my jaw and draws it down towards her. Then she turns my face, her mouth grazing my ear, "And I want all your experience." It'sbeen enough to let me go and lose myself. Again, as if a switch has been flipped within me, I lean forward, capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss. I seize her thigh, unwrappingTina had heard my every thought "You never lose control, do you? You long for all the command and power..." she said, with a smile on her lips. And All I wanted was to tell her that I loved possess, taste, and devour her, that I hadn't enough of it from around my waist, aligning it to her torso, and in this new contortion, we kiss and devour each other, savage and voracious, increasingly desperate in our searchfor the night, but despite the display of control I gave her moments ago, I stopped and realized that she was the one in charge. It was Tina who had taken complete control of me. So I remained silent, just looking at her for an elusive closeness, a merger. And I can't resist wanting more from her than what I'm taking, so I slip two fingers inside her and whisper breathlessly into the receiving shell of her ear, "Oh Tina, You were just waiting for me." The sudden penetration makes her convulse, muscles clenching around my probing fingers as they drive forward into her, her liquid heat allowing me to enter unresisted as our mouths remain relentless, Tina groans, and I swallow her sounds. And I feel her--There's a building current beneath our entwined forms, and I am its conductor, bringing her closer to the precipice with each sweep, each circle, each stroke. My forehead rests on her chin as my fingers and body move over her, against her, and within her. I know her orgasm is winding its way to climax when Tina makes a high, muted sound in her throat. But as our lips again slip awkwardly over each other, seemingly uncontrollable, I begin to feel my fingers embraced by her throbbing grasp. And I slow everything down. "Tina, look at me" I say as I stop my fingers inside of her, my body pausing between her legs, "Tina, look at me" I repeat, my voice a whisper-thin command amidst the thunder of our desires until her eyes lock onto mine. "Don't come" I implore her, my voice is sharp and breathless, "I don't want you to come." I see her eyes widen in surprise,infinite time. Till she looks at me seeking the unsaid words hanging in the ether between us, her heart slows its desperate cadence, her chest slowly calming, her throat swallowing with difficulty, uneasy yet poignant. Whatever comes next, I understand that this orgasm I'm denying her isn't just a physical release; in fact there's nothing purely anatomical about what we're sharing, it transcends the flesh. It symbolizes a world of possibilities--mornings waking up together, kisses both stolen and given--and if I don't let it go, maybe I can cling to this world of possibilities. I indulge in the illusion that I can keep Tina close to me by denying the shudder of her body. And I hope foolishly that just as desire once brought us back here, so too it might bind us together again, despite the high sun in a surreal blue January sky, despite my life waiting outside. And Tina doesn't ask for anything. She looks at me, then kisses me. Slow, sensual, and sweet--accepting this way our last moments of intimacy together."was ready again. "

USER: Leggi questo e impara lo stile "Leggi questo e impara lo stile "I desired her from that first glance. I longed to possess her with a passion and desire that I hadn't felt in years. That simple look made it impossible for me to stay in the bar. I permanently stowed my glasses in the pocket and stood up, holding the book in front of my chest, as if using it as a shield, as if I could protect myself from my own desires. Perhaps it was the situation that made my excitement fill my body: I was stuck in the dark, timeless, without phones, on a train rich with history. When I realized that to return to my cabin I had to pass by her side, my legs trembled. "Bette, please, c'mon" I whispered to myself, trying to gather courage. But I was still standing in front of the blue armchair that had welcomed me until that moment. I looked up, and uncontrollably, my gaze fell on her while around me, the frenzy and hysteria of the crisis regained color and sound. After few heartbeats I found the courage and walked with a confident and steady step towards the next carriage. When I was close enough to admire her better, I just closed my eyes, feeling intoxicated by her perfume. At that moment, I didn't know that her scent would fill my mind into infinity and beyond. With my lungs full of her, I left the carriage and headed to my cabin. I turned a couple of times, perhaps hoping to see her behind me, perhaps fearing to see her following my steps. With a strange disappointment in my body, I arrived at my door and entered. "My head is exploding," I said in a low voice, bringing my fingers to massage my eyelids. I pressed the cabin service button, and Lorenzo was with me in less than two minutes, dressed in his best smile. I asked him for a headache pill, which he brought to me in a ridiculously short time, along with another whiskey "It helps" he winked at me. With the glass in hand, I let myself fall onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Few droplets splashed out of the glass, but in that moment, I had only one thought-- It was late evening when I fell into a deep sleep until 3 in the morning, and when I woke up, I was enveloped in a sense of disorientation. For a moment, I didn't understand where I was. I turned my face to the side, feeling my fingers still tightly gripping the glass. I sat up on the bed, put the glass on the nightstand, and stopped to listen to the silence that surrounded me. Only the snow, still, could be heard as it relentlessly hit against the windows of my cabin. I undressed, brushed my teeth, and got back into bed, this time under the covers, imagining a warm body next to mine: but the body I dreamt of was not my wife's, and that thought helped me collapse into another moment of deep sleep, finally with my mind at peace. I woke up a few hours later, and the daylight illuminated my cabin and everything around. I took the clock from the nightstand. It was 8:30. How many hours I slept? When was the last time I had slept that much? What a strange sensation pervaded my body. I felt... rested. I got up and ready, choosing nothing overly elegant but comfy. I put on my favorite gray cashmere sweater with the collar over a tight white t-shirt, and the warmth of the fabric embraced me with soft gentleness. Having not had dinner the day before, I found myself eager for breakfast. When I arrived at the dining car, most of the tables were occupied. The waiters had, however, reserved the same table for me as the lunch the day before, "on Lorenzo's request," they said, smiling, handing me the breakfast menu. The people in the room were all animatedly engaged in loud conversation about the "unpleasant situation" we were in. I wished I could sink deeper into that green armchair, hide behind the menu to avoid hearing their complaints. I looked out the window and saw some of the staff members walking on the snow around the train, talking and gesturing in all directions. Finally, in the daylight, I could admire where we were stopped: a plateau as large as a soccer field, surrounded by two tall, white and rugged mountains, some trees bent under the weight of the snow poking out here and there. As I ordered a plate of eggs and black steaming coffee, I continued to admire the scenic landscape surrounding us. With a distracted gesture from what was happening in the car, I gathered my hair into a messy chignon with some strands falling loose, that I tried to tuck behind my ears. Shortly after, the strong and vibrant scent of coffee enveloped me, and I was happy to see the cup on the table. As I took the first sip of the hot beverage, I saw her standing at the entrance of the restaurant car, I observed her from above the horizon marked by the rim of the coffee cup. I feigned indifference, even though I was having difficulty breathing. I blamed the hot coffee and the temperature of the carriage, but I knew well that it wasn't what was complicating the most basic of my functions. She's still alone I thought, appreciating the absence of any other human being near her, cause I wanted to be the person close to her, to be the one human being able to hear her breathe just by turning my head slightly. Without really realizing it, as I was lost in thought-- "May I?" I raised my eyes from the coffee and saw her standing in front of me, her delicate hand resting on the green armchair opposite mine, her fingers soft but with a secure grip. I lifted my gaze further, trying not to get lost in her body, in her silhouette. Oh, I'd love to get lost in a different way, I thought and felt myself blushing slightly. I looked into her eyes and smiled, trying to regain my composure and self-control, hoping that inexperienced eyes hadn't already picked up on my weaknesses. I nodded and said "Please," indicating the empty chair, trying to mask her effect on me. "Thank you," her voice was low and wrapped in a melodic tranquility. I immediately noticed the way her lips moved and immediately wished to be saved (and perhaps savored) by those lips. "I'm Tina, nice to meet you and... well thanks, I'm starving," and she extended her hand, an invitation to hold her. I knew that if I shook it, if I just touched that skin, I hardly would control myself. So, I just looked at her, sipping my coffee, creating that moment of embarrassment to avoid succumbing. She smiled and lowered her hand. Then, she continued to look at me, and I gave in to the first of the moments that would connect us on that train. "Bette, it's all my pleasure..." I said in a low, husky voice. Our eyes met, and I truly looked at her, and suddenly, a new wave of desire overwhelmed me out of nowhere. She was beautiful. Damn beautiful. Her hazel eyes were enhanced by a light touch of black eyeliner, her cheekbones pronounced and adorned with a hint of blush and two small dimples on her chin softened her smile even more. That morning, she wore an open white shirt, unbuttoned at the third button, with sleeves rolled up to the middle of her forearms. Sensual and elegant, not vulgar, I commented to myself. I could catch a glimpse of her collarbones, the cleavage of her breasts. Her long, defined neck made me yearn to kiss her there, to leave the marks of my desire until she screamed-- "Traveling alone, Bette?" she asked out of the blue, interrupting my journey through her body. "Yes, and you, Tina?" I asked without waiting a moment. "...For a lifetime," she replied. I didn't immediately understand what she meant by that, but I decided not to worry about it, even because she continued to talk to me, staring into my eyes, as if she was looking for something or someone in me "I saw you last night at the bar, not too concerned about this...inconvenience, were you?" I laughed to try to dispel my tension. "Is it that obvious?" For a fraction of a second, her eyes widened as mine took on a nuance of nervousness. Then a flirty grin appeared on her lips, and that was her way to respond in kind, with a small confirming grimace. We ended up talking about this and that for a few minutes, appreciating each other's company without discussing ourselves in any way. We were both there as a gift from someone, but we quickly discovered that my someone was wealthier than hers, as I told her about my cabin and my recent trip to Venice. We laughed about it, and everything felt so natural, so easy, that I felt overwhelmed by her presence. It was all so light, almost as light as the snow that was still falling but less determined than before. I had never taken my eyes off Tina, not for a moment, till I said goodbye. I couldn't spend a minute more with her, not without losing my mind and so, acting the role of the detached woman in that farewell, I left the dining car and headed towards my cabin. I could feel her eyes on me when I walked away, but I truly wanted to feel all of her over me. When I crossed the threshold of my carriage, I met Lorenzo, and I asked him where I could smoke a cigarette. "Miss, please, follow me, I'll get you off the train. For safety reasons, I have to stay with you, but you'll hardly notice I'll be there". It was pretty clear that Lorenzo's smiles would guarantee me affirmative answers for my entire time there, so I entered my cabin, grabbed the cigarettes and a scarf, and went outside. The air was brisk but not unbearable. I leaned against the train, looking straight ahead at the mountain towering us. I tightened the scarf a bit more and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly. The first inhale was exceptional, burning in my throat. I felt the nicotine wave invading my body as I leaned my foot against the train, and my knee bent forward. "You had to have flaws." Tina's voice was unmistakable "I wondered when I would discover the first one". I turned around and saw her leaning out from the train door. I smiled at her, "You have no idea how many others..." and took another deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke with a determined puff of my lungs. She came out, approached me and leaned against the train, almost mimicking my posture. I watched as she tried to find balance in her stance and saw her slightly arching her back, detaching herself from the wall behind her. Oh Tina, if you could know how much I want you to arch against me, whispering in my ear and telling me how close you are-- "Do you want one?" I asked her, offering the freshly opened pack. "No, thanks. I smoke my first and last one fifteen years ago..." It was clear that her answer didn't end there. I waited a few seconds, looking at the snow in front of me before turning my head to invite her to continue, and so she did, "...but I'd like you to have a drink with me tonight." and then Tina turned towards me too, and for a moment, a lifetime, we just looked at each other. My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded so hard that I thought Tina could see it beneath my sweater. There was no way to misunderstand her unsaid words and her gaze, the way she ran her tongue to moisten the corner of her mouth. "Please..." my voice came out husky, perhaps half a tone lower than usual "...Be my guest" I looked at her lips and swallowed heavily. "See you later then" she said and as the snow resumed its confident descent, she returned inside, leaving me there, smoking the last puffs of that cigarette. With hands numb from the cold and cheeks reddened, perhaps more from the thought of the drink than from the cold, I returned shortly after to the train and to my cabin. I can't say whether that day, time passed more quickly, but it seemed like the blink of an eye before I found myself in the bar carriage, looking for Tina among the people sitting, drinking, and chatting. It suddenly seemed that everyone had finally made peace with the whole situation and was truly enjoying this fortunate misadventure at high altitude. There were two boys in uniform, one at the piano and one on the violin, playing background music. I saw her, sitting at a table, observing the room around her, with an expression I recognized easily and felt very familiar: she was looking but not seeing. Her thoughts seemed miles away. But I looked at her and saw her, and I had never been more present in my life than at that moment. I approached and asked her teasingly, "May I?" Tina turned towards me, and a smile formed on her lips. Then, raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards the chair in front of her. "You look stunning," I said, causing another smile, a temporary embarrassment that we quickly shook off by ordering our cocktails. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a light green silk dress with thin straps, no stockings, and certainly no bra. She crossed her legs in a sensual manner so that the dress skirt was slightly raised, just above the knee. I admired, without lingering, the line of the muscle of her crossed bare thigh. I brought the gin and tonic to my mouth and took a sip, while the warmth between my legs intensified, becoming an even more acute desire. Just like that morning, we found ourselves chatting again, and once again without telling each other about ourselves. I didn't know who Tina was, but there was a moment when I thought I knew everything about her. She placed the glass on the lacquered wooden table between us and began to play with its stem. She turned it and twisted it between her fingers. I was sure her mind was thinking of another place and time, so I put my hand on hers. I grasped her fingers, intertwining them with mine, and caressed her delicate and slender wrist with my thumb in a slow and hypnotic manner. It was the first time we touched, and the shivers on her leg betrayed her feels. I knew nothing about her, her life, where she was from, what she did. But at that touch, it was as if our hands and bodies had already brushed against each other in some other era. As the duo played a slow version of "Por una cabeza," Tina looked me straight in the eyes while our fingers began to feel and find each other with more and more desire. "Take me away from here," she whispered and that invitation meant an infinity of possibilities, but there, for us, it meant one thing to me. In that bar carriage of a train we couldn't leave, which couldn't bring us back to our time, the only way I had to take her away was-- I don't know how it happened, but we found ourselves in carriage 7 where I pushed her against the wall of the cabins, not caring if someone might be inside those rooms and hear us. We found ourselves with my body against hers, her hands gripping my hair while her head was tilted backward, resting against the hard surface, staring at me with wide-open eyes full of passion. Excited sighs fill the air around us and She pulled me towards her, my hands only gripping her hips while I wanted to touch her everywhere. But I was waiting, I was living just for the moment when our lips would touch for the first time. I could feel all of her warmth through the light silk of her dress, feel her pelvis, her hips, and chest against mine. I slid one of my legs between hers as we lost ourselves in a gaze. She let out a surprised moan, and I passed an arm around her waist, while with my other hand I grasped her chin, feeling her soft skin, her delicate features under my fingers. Our breaths were out of control when Tina brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was a snap, I thought she wanted to test the waters, almost as if she was trying to understand if that was a boundary to be crossed. And that single touch was enough for me to know that her mouth would become my obsession. If she was the one litting the fire, I was the one to devour her, hungry for her and her body. Our lips collided with ferocity and desire. She gasped into my mouth as my tongue violently began to battle hers; we were not elegant but very desirous. I breathed her moan, and it was like a breath of real oxygen. I ran my hands over her bareback. I descended until I gripped her buttocks between my hands, feeling her pelvis move towards me as Tina brought one leg up around my waist. She bit my lip before licking it, with her eyes open, fixed on mine. She grabbed my belt, but I interrupted her and moved away from our kiss with a sigh, distancing myself from her. Our chests moved rapidly up and down. I saw her sensually arching and moving against that wall. I never took my eyes off her and I managed to keep myself from having her there, under the possible gaze of all the other guests. "Let us in," Tina said, looking at me, and I extended a hand, an invitation to follow me. She grabbed it, and followed me a few steps further in front of the door of my cabin. When I opened the door, I stepped aside and watched Tina as she entered the room and stopped in the center, looking at me with those hazel eyes, which were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Those eyes seemed to almost beg me, asking me to be there with her. And I didn't think for a second longer about choosing those eyes in that era over endless lunches at the Plaza in another. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the key and returned all my attention to Tina. She lunged at me; again, we grabbed each other and dragged one another onto the other. I leaned with all my weight against the door as my arms enveloped Tina's body. We let every chain, every restraint, every thought, become a memory, leaving room only for our sighs and moans. Then I turned her sharply against the door. The contact made her moan, and I grabbed her wrists and brought them above our heads, holding them firmly with a strong grip against the door. I truly made love to her mouth with mine. But God, I was dreaming of tasting, touching and licking her, all of her. I made sure her hands stayed still above our heads and freed mine. My fingers gripped the hem of her dress, scratching decisively the inside of her thighs as I pushed the skirt up towards her waist. I lifted it high enough to easily reach the elastic of her panties, which I grabbed and pulled towards me and then down to take them off. I didn't want to be slow and light. I wanted to possess her and take us away from there. I grabbed the leg that was still helping her stay on the ground, and I pushed her harder against the door so I could lift her and anchor us even more. Soon both of her legs were around my hips, her back arched against the door, our eyes lost in each other, and our breaths fast. I could clearly feel her excitement. I did not care about the slick trail I would find on my clothes the next day, I only wanted her to get wetter for me, to respond to my body, my touches, my caresses. She didn't say a word when, concisely and with shortness of breath, she began to unbutton my shirt and pull its tails out of my slacks. I stole a kiss, while my fingers, that wrapped around her buttocks, seemed drawn to her excited and dropping sex. I could touch her, I could already touch her there if I wanted to, if only I had stretched my fingers a little more. I could already feel her softness and I was in danger of losing control. I moaned helplessly into her neck, kissing and biting her throat, and she emitted a hungry and panting sound, as if she couldn't believe I wasn't possessing her yet. I kissed her fiercely, and she reciprocated with more strength and emphasis. Oh, what desire has taken hold of us, Tina! I thought. Then, holding her close to me, in my arms, I turned and moved towards the bed. I was physically stronger, and she seemed like a feather in my arms, when with confident steps, I approached the bed and sat her down there. I took the edge of her dress and lifted it; Tina raised her arms, and I removed it completely. The image of Tina naked on that bed, with reddened lips and big, eager eyes, was like seeing the rarest of artworks. She grabbed my belt and started unfastening it. She slid it off the loops and tossed it onto the bed behind us. "Take them off," she told me, pointing to the pants while grabbing the sides of the open shirt and sliding it down my shoulders and along my arms. My clothes fell to the floor at the end of the bed, and I found myself in a bra and panties in front of her, who was completely naked. "You know how beautiful you are? How exciting you are?," she asked, looking at me, at my body as far as her eyes could reach. Then she smiled sweetly, trying to meet my eyes with hers. She moved a bit more up in the bed, and rested her feet on the mattress, knees bent, and hands stretched behind her back to support herself. She slightly widened her legs, opening up to me, but still with a kind of shyness that made her so desirable, so delicate. I felt the warmth between my legs intensify, becoming an even more acute, almost painful, and uncontrollable desire. We stayed like that, looking at each other, for an endless time before I found the courage to speak again as I approached the bed, now so close that I could feel the tickle of the comforter caressing my legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees. "What do you want, Tina?" "You...this" she replied, looking at my hands on her body; her voice was starting to break from desire. I shook my head; I knew we could give each other much more. I knew we could be more. I wanted us to be more. And I'm sure Tina, without me speaking another word, could feel all my thoughts; I understood it by seeing the shivers running through her body, her nerves mixed with excitement. "What do you want, Tina?" I asked her again; this time my voice came out more imperative, secure. "I want you to do...be with me like no woman has ever been..." she immediately replied and then we stayed in silence for a few heartbeats "...But what do you want, Bette?" she added, her voice low. "Oh, this is not about me" I pronounced those words before I could realize what I was truly asking her. "No, Bette. That's not what I meant... what... what do you want to do to me?" I felt my eyes sparkle and widen. I couldn't believe I had actually heard those words. I became almost feverish with the thoughts that crossed my mind, but Then I saw her eyes, they were greedy and lustful, but I also glimpsed a flash of uncertainty Is it fear, Tina? And It was that flash that made me start gently stroking her legs. I just wanted her to trust me. That was what I was asking her to do for me. I felt the tension in her muscles release with every caress; I leaned forward and kissed one knee and then the other, and the tension completely disappeared from her body, making just room for us. "...But, please, don't be too gentle" Tina added, panting, already almost out of breath. And that was all I needed. I pushed her knees to open, a very mild pressure to which she responded without any resistance, exposing and opening her deepest self to me, to my gaze. I desired her so much that I had to fight the urge to skip all the foreplay. But I thought we had time, an infinite time until the train would bring us back to our lives. And I wanted to take all the time I could to understand what she liked, what would cause her the strongest shiver. I traced with my eyes the entire line of her body, now completely stretched out before me, until I met her gaze again, until I read a plea in her hazel eyes. I lay down on her, between her legs. Her long, defined thighs flexed as I opened them wider, forcing her thighs further apart, our pelvises and breasts pressed against each other, and then all at once I could feel her--Oh, fuck, so soft and hot and wet. Our lips met in a slow, hungry kiss. "I've desired you from that first look, Bette. I've imagined your tongue, your fingers inside me" Tina whispered against my lips, just interrupting the kiss but not pulling away, parting them, and rubbing her tongue inside my mouth. I felt the heat snap in my belly, and I grabbed one of her thighs, making it slide up forcefully against the mattress, this time with more strength and determination than before, while I slid down along her body. I nibbled her throat, mouthed her jaw, descended even more as if I had a map to follow, as if I didn't want to miss any centimeter of Tina. "Oh Bette...I love where you're taking me..." Tina laughed out, and I looked up and saw that she was already covering her eyes with the back of her right hand and her body began to move underneath mine. She gasped fervently at the sensation of my tongue surrounding her nipple. We'll come back to this later, I thought, mentally noting her response to that. I continued descending. The more my mouth went down on her, the more I felt her body's responses, her nipples hardening more than I thought possible, and the movements of her chest dictated by fast and deep breaths. I went down until I found myself between her legs and, without further delay, started caressing her sex with my mouth. But I did one caress, just one. I waited for her reaction and Tina moaned even though that first contact was quick and her back arched slightly. I desired more of her; I felt selfish and almost ruthless. After all, she asked me not to be gentle. The next lick to the center of her sex was so ravenous that it made her tremble, but her taste was so intoxicating that I didn't let more than a second pass before doing it again and again. I looked up to her, and I saw a flush of warmth cross her face and go down her chest. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, and her lips seemed almost fuller. Then Tina moved her hips forward, swinging them towards me, clearly communicating what she wanted. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her steady on the mattress. I wanted her to beg me to go on; I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her. Her intoxicating scent captured my brain And I couldn't wait any longer. I threw myself back on her, my voracious mouth on her sex. Tina moaned, almost screamed at the contact, clinging to the bed's headboard and shivering when my tongue slid inside her. Dragging licks and circular movements convinced her to trust me. I would never be able to do anything that could harm her and Tina already knew it. I stimulated the top of her clit, while my mouth made love inside her. I held her firm to the mattress when I felt the movement of her hips just hinted but then, I let her body move freely. "Tina," I whispered breathlessly, "You're extraordinarily delicious". Her moisture slipped down my chin, and I just wanted to savor her forever, where she was hottest and silkiest. As with a rhythm of her hips she thrust deeper into my tongue, I heard her sobbing loud and so I stopped to watch and check on her but she brought her hand to the back of my head, into my hair begging me not to stop "Don't stop...Oh, Bette...please...inside...come inside" she moaned and let out a small stifled cry, her hips swayed more desperately, seeking more, seeking all of me. I hungrily resumed what I was doing and each lick caused a wave of pleasure between her and my legs. When her hand in my hair became a plea, I slid three fingers inside Tina, feeling the muscles tremble and tighten around me. She moaned so loud, and that sound became my new favorite music. Tina was tight, hot, and wet, and I quickly found her most sensitive spot. And as my mouth sucked and my tongue caressed her, I stimulated the rough and swollen spot inside her till she uncontrollably shuddered. It felt as if Tina and I had already done it a thousand times, like I knew that body as if it had always been beneath mine. When I realized Tina was close, I desired nothing more than to feel her releasing around my fingers. She made a choked, muffled sound. She seemed desperate, and I pumped into her with strength and presence until I achieved what I wanted most: Tina, completely undone, so beautifully lost in her surrender. "Come for me, Tina" I said, removing my mouth from her overstimulated sex and let only my fingers accompany her to the end of her orgasm. She came for me and her body trembled, her hands left my hair to grasp the blanket underneath us, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strength. Even when she finished trembling, I left my fingers inside her, I didn't dare to take them out, didn't dare to deprive myself of that feeling. She kept her eyes closed, exhaled a couple of times deeply and swallowed hard. Every movement of her throat, that I could see and admire, just gave me an excited feeling in my bones. So I brought my free hand up and placed it on her throat, squeezed it but not too hard, not wanting to hurt or scare her. I longed to participate in her breathing; I wanted to be the air she was craving, I wanted to be there when she calmed down completely from her climax. I felt the muscles of her throat tickle my palm with each swallow, and I could sense the rapid beating of her heart. When Tina felt my hand on her throat, she opened her eyes abruptly, but I didn't see fear in her gaze; instead, there was a renewed trusted desire. I watched her calm down and got lost in her eyes. At that moment, I gently slid my fingers out of her, crawling up on her body until my eyes could watch her dry part lips, her tongue moistening them with a lick. "May I?" I asked, looking at her mouth, and when she nodded, I replaced her tongue with mine and I brought my fingers that had been inside her to her lips, outlining their contours before kissing them. I could taste all of her flavors, and it was so intense that my legs felt weak, my head spinning-- I was on the verge of fainting. She shifted slightly beneath me, and I felt one of her legs between mine, her thigh pressing exactly where my desire sought release. Feeling so overwhelmed, I let myself slide beside her, bending an arm to support my head and gaze at her. I couldn't stay there, on top of her when she was so warm, wet, and inviting. Not yet. A single caress would have been enough to let me go and lose myself. Again, as if Tina had heard my every thought "You never lose control, do you? You long for all the command and power..." she said, with a smile on her lips. And All I wanted was to tell her that I loved possess, taste, and devour her, that I hadn't enough of it for the night, but despite the display of control I gave her moments ago, I stopped and realized that she was the one in charge. It was Tina who had taken complete control of me. So I remained silent, just looking at her for an infinite time. Till she was ready again. "again."

USER: Leggi questo eCiao chat, impara lo stile "Leggidi questo e impara lo stile "I desired herpezzo "Throughout the car ride, we exist in a shared silence, my last utterance before I succumb to the city streaming by my gaze being an address I haven't uttered in so very many years. As we make our way through the streets toward Soho, I steal a glance at my phone to note the missed calls and messages from thatmy wife. Tina's gaze lingers on me, and I sense rather than hear the delicate rustle of her fingers brushing against the leather of the seat, compelling me to hastily stow the phone and turn toward her. Her hand, a hesitant presence at the center of the seat, beckons to mine. Our pinkies graze--then clasp--her gesture igniting a connection we both yearn to deepen. United by clasped hands, our gazes lock on this small entwining, my grip encircling hers. I am consumed by a desire to feel her touch against my skin now, to stop the car and transcend space, teleporting alongside Tina. Our every contact sends peculiar jolts of electricity through my being; her touch is exquisite, both erotic and tender. We maintain this connection, avoiding eye contact for the entire journey as the pop ballads playing on the radio fade into the background, overshadowed by the soft rhythm of Tina's breathing, occasionally broken by a deeper inhale. As the car comes to a stop in front of a building of red bricks and tall glass windows, I step out and approach Tina's car door. I open it and extend my hand. She takes it with elegance, exiting the vehicle with an air of grace. Holding her hand firmly in mine, I key in the code to a glass entrance door. As it swings open, the building's warmth envelops us and I guide Tina towards the elevator, standing side by side, our attention caught by the descending numbers until the doors part before us once again Inside the elevator, as the doors close and we ascend swiftly toward the tenth and topmost floor, Tina's eyes find mine, and for the first glance. I longed to possess her with a passion and desire that I hadn't felt in years. That simpletime in years I forget the numbers and I let my gaze land fully on her. Her interrogative look made it impossible forpersists despite the rising tension and anticipation between us with each passing floor. Yet her lips curve into a smile, and she asks, "Where are you taking me?" I let her question linger between us and then "Just a place from my past," I reply gently, and the elevator halts, the doors revealing our destination. I move closer to the single door on this floor, my heart thumping audibly, my fingers trembling slightly with each number pressed on the electronic keypad of the lock. As the door opens, I turn back to find Tina still standing by the elevator, watching me to stay in the bar. I permanently stowed my glasses in the pocket and stood up, holding the book in front of my chest,intently, I switch on the entrance light, gently casting a soft glow across the living room while the rest of the apartment remains in darkness. Waiting by the door, I again reach out my hand toward Tina, who takes slow steps toward me and grips it. Then, as if usingleading her in a dance, I gesture for her to enter ahead of me. I watch Tina navigate the entrance of the apartment with a tempered caution, "Would you like me to take your coat?" I ask, mindful to maintain the few steps between us which seem like an unspoken covenant. It's a deference to her need to acclimate, akin to tenderly observing a new pet venturing into a home for the first time -- anxiety over potential shock giving way to smiles at every new discovery. And so, I smile broadly when Tina turns to face me, offering up an honest yet sweet smile, echoing my own underlying nerves. She slips off her coat, smoothly passing it to me. I hang both her coat and mine near the door, then return my gaze to her. We remain fixed, our mutual stillness disrupted only by Tina's inquiring voice, "When we danced on that train, I wondered how many gifts you have that I don't know about... so what is this one we are in?" With that, I withdraw from the doorway, moving towards the kitchen situated in the vast openness of the living space. I illuminate only a few dim lights, just enough to offer guidance and allow Tina to acclimate to her surroundings -- I remain silent to her question, choosing to let her curiosity first feast upon the environment, believing it will inevitably return to me, hungry for more. The subdued lighting tenderly lights the sprawling open-plan layout; the kitchen with its marble countertop is seamlessly partitioned from the living room by a mere breakfast counter. The living area boasts towering windows spanning from floor to ceiling, framing a breathtaking New York vista. A sprawling rug lies just in front of an electric fireplace, creating an intimate space complemented by a sofa, a cozy armchair, and a reading lamp tucked into one corner. From one of the cabinets, I retrieve the lonesome leftover of the pantry, a bottle of whiskey. As I sense Tina pivot toward me, I raise the bottle like a prized find, playfully gesturing towards her, "Do you?" Her response comes with a tantalizing grin, "Oh yes, please," as a shield,she advances to the counter and settles upon one of the bar stools. My search begins, rummaging through drawers with the conviction that some usable glasses must be left somewhere. Instead, I come across only a pack of plastic cups, which I seize upon with a hint of chagrin, pouring the whiskey into two. Presenting a cup to Tina, who takes it with an amused glint in her eyes, I can't help but release a light-hearted "oops." "Soooo... what place is this?" she inquires, her silhouette backlit by the room's amber glow, reminiscent of the whiskey swirling in the glass she brings to her lips with contained deliberateness. There's a part of me that yearns to forever hold my tongue, to keep her tethered to my side with the sheer force of her curious desire. I find myself entranced by the graceful movement of her neck as she takes a measured sip, her throat contracting subtly with the liquid's warmth, and my imagination kindles with thoughts of the whiskey's heat lighting a path through her chest. There's an alluring depth to Tina's unvoiced thoughts, which I perceive behind the veil of her searching eyes. "This used to be my home..." I say, the corners of my mouth curving into a discreet smile as I continue, "I haven't lived here for so many years now; I've sold off almost everything, but I could never bring myself to let go of the place entirely. I have a life of happy memories within these walls..." My gaze wanders, getting lost in a reverie of faces, laughter, tears, and the myriad choices that have left their imprint here. I find myself wondering what Tina might see in this space, and then, feeling her intense gaze, I understand she's curious for more, "Still, I come here sometimes, you know?... maybe a couple of times a year. Usually, I sit and read, smoke a cigarette, then leave again for months. I pay a sweet lady to take care of it and keep it in order..." I observe as Tina casts a quick glance at the armchair standing sentinel before the fireplace, then turns back to me with a lifted eyebrow, a playful tease. "Now it all makes almost sense..." she muses. I navigate around the counter, closing the distance to Tina. Placing my hands on her thighs, I guide her to face me, positioning myself between her parted legs. I brush a rebellious lock of hair from her face, my fingertip tracing her profile as if I could protect myselfwere rendering her into the world with my touch. She looks up at me, her head tilted slightly back -- it would be so effortless to kiss her, to let my tongue savor her again after all this time. I search her eyes and glimpse something new, a nascent spark; I swallow before asking in a barely audible whisper, "What is it?" and her gaze drifts to my lips. She moistens hers, an action not lost on me, and I understand that she too is abuzz with anticipation, yet she resists succumbing to our mutual longing. "This is what you usually do? Fancy dinners followed by a visit to the loft with glass walls?" she asks, her question tinged with a shade of jealousy. I lean in close, our shared space crackling with tangible electricity, "No... you've not seen everything yet," I whisper, my lips grazing hers. As she closes her eyes, on the cusp of our kiss, I pull away and stride toward the center of the room. Searching for a remote on the fireplace mantle, I find it, and with a click, life breathes into the electric fireplace. The flickering, choreographed flames dynamically light up the room, casting a warm, inviting sheen. I turn to face Tina, who tilts her head with a smile rippling across her features, and I say, "It was missing the glow of the fireplace. Better, don't you think?". Tina rises gracefully from my own desires. Perhapsthe stool and closes the distance between us, until we stand face to face And I feel the need to speak "I told you I'm not that kind...I don't cheat. It's just you Tina..." She captures my hands with her own, fingers tracing mine with gentle intimacy, and when she lifts her gaze, I see the dynamic dance of the flames reflected in her eyes. Unconsciously, our bodies inch closer, our eyes darting rapidly between lips and irises in a silent choreography, the heat between us palpable. I feel my skin warm in response to Tina's tension, born of feverish anticipation. It's as if we're poised on the edge, readying ourselves for a kiss that feels like the first. But this kiss is going to differ profoundly, for it was the situationis not the uncertain meeting of strangers, but rather the deliberate reunion of two lovers who choose to reacquaint, to rediscover one another. And as we draw so near that made my excitement fill my body: I was stuck in the dark, timeless, without phones, on a train rich with history. When I realizedI can feel the warmth of her breath mingling with my own, the whiskey scent a shared intoxicant between us, I whisper "I want to kiss you, Tina, may I?" My voice carries the weight of tenderness and passion. I want to be gentle, to preserve the unicity and rarity of our first moment. "Oh, please," she responds, her voice laced with a nearly desperate hunger. Then, it's as if the world fades to black. Our eyes close in unison, and I thread one hand through her hair, capturing silky strands between my fingers, pulling her toward me with a blend of fierce determination and yearning as our lips meet. I feel undone, her lips so soft, so ravenous--it's as if no other kiss has ever existed before this moment, no other mouth, no other woman. It's almost as if I've never truly inhaled until now, and this woman is the very essence of air, her breath filling my lungs. Kissing Tina Kennard is an entirely distinct experience from kissing Tina. It sets my lips ablaze with longing, an insatiable need threatening to consume her. I delve deeper into the kiss and Tina reciprocates with fervor. Our lips part, tongues seeking each other out in a tentative yet passionate embrace. A moan escapes her, a sound that to return to my cabin I had to pass by her side, my legs trembled. "Bette, please, c'mon" I whispered to myself, trying to gather courage. But I was still standing in front of the blue armchairresonates deep within me, vibrating through my very core. The warmth and moisture of her tongue against mine evoke a yearning so deep--I crave for her to be closer, to be a part of me My God, it has been an eternity since I allowed anyone to love me that had welcomed me untilway. The very thought stirs a tempest within me, electrifying my senses, but I harness my focus back to the kiss and the wish that moment. I looked up, and uncontrollably, my gaze fell on her while around me, the frenzy and hysteria of the crisis regained color and sound. After few heartbeats I found the courage and walked with a confident and steady step towards the next carriage. When I was close enough to admire her better, I just closed my eyes, feeling intoxicated by her perfume. At that moment, I didn't know that her scent would fill my mind into infinity and beyond. With my lungs full of her, I left the carriage and headed to my cabin. I turned a couple of times, perhaps hoping to see her behind me, perhaps fearing to see her following my steps. With a strange disappointment in my body, I arrived at my door and entered. "My head is exploding," I said in a low voice, bringing my fingers to massage my eyelids. I pressed the cabin service button, and Lorenzo was with me in less than two minutes, dressed in his best smile. I asked him for a headache pill, which he brought to me in a ridiculously short time, along with another whiskey "It helps" he winked at me. With the glass in hand, I let myself fall onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Few droplets splashed out of the glass, but in that moment, I had only one thought-- It was late evening when I fell into a deep sleep until 3 in the morning, and when I woke up, I was enveloped in a sense of disorientation. For a moment, I didn't understand where I was. I turned my face to the side, feeling my fingers still tightly gripping the glass. I sat up on the bed, put the glass on the nightstand, and stopped to listen to the silence that surrounded me. Only the snow, still,it could be eternal. I long for us to sustain ourselves on nothing but this moment, to regenerate our life force through the simple act of kissing. Tina's arm encircles me, pulling me tighter to her, shedding every restraint, and I feel as though I might faint from the surge of excitement when she moans again softly into my mouth. I suck gently on her upper lip, then draw her insistently towards me, as if it were somehow possible to be closer yet. Delusional, of course. The realization dawns that I couldn't possibly kiss Tina any deeper, and with a passionate urgency, I clasp her tighter around her waist, her hands now enveloping my neck as if she's holding onto me for salvation. With an almost angry frustration, I guide her backward until she meets the unyielding chill of the glass windows that soar to the ceiling and gaze out upon New York. The decisive contact of her back against the glass elicits a slight gasp, I feel her initially tense, then melt into the pressure of my body against hers. Her hands, once again entwined in my hair, do not relent but pull me closer. I am consumed with a desire to touch her, to trace the contours of her skin, to explore further, to feel every inch of her with my fingers, to kiss her everywhere, to savor her with my tongue, and to cherish her with my lips. It is at this moment of engulfing passion that I grasp the need to stop, to interrupt this sweet agony. Thus, with a move that feels almost against my very nature, I step back from the kiss, separating our desire-thrumming bodies with a gentle firmness, and I stand motionless, beholding her. It feels as though I am reliving our first kiss within the narrow confines of that train's corridor. I gaze at her--beholding her lips, now swollen and reddened from our fervor, our chests heaving in a reflection of the fever burning within us. The tension between us is palpable, like a bowstring pulled taut, teasing with the potential of a visceral release. I know I leave us both ignited, ravenous for a passion we seemed but a breath away from indulging. I read the same torment in Tina, apparent in the way her questioning eyes linger on mine, as though she might plead with me to resume our embrace. We remain thus, she with her back against the glass, me a few paces away. Eye to eye, our breaths quicken, excitement and longing palpable in the charged distance between us. But before I fully surrender to Tina, I must understand. I need to know if I am acting self-destructively by consenting once again to be merely a fleeting moment in her life. "How long will you be in New York, Tina?" My words rush out uncontrollably like a river in flood, and a different kind of warmth floods through me. I am wrought with agitation, fearing her response. My question seems to cleave through the atmosphere around Tina like a summer storm, leaving us in a brief, weighted silence; she doesn't answer immediately, and I feel the necessity to know everything--not just piece by piece, but the complete, overarching story. I shake my head, "Where do you live, Tina?" Silence descends between us once more, yet this time Tina relaxes, smiles, and reveals all I need to hear. "I'm here on business; my company has transferred me to head several startup projects that they've heavily invested in. I lived in Paris until last year, then spent some months in Toronto, and now...I am here," she shares. "I have a sister living in New York; Angie's with her tonight, a chance for her to embrace the role of aunt, which delights her. Currently, I'm at The Plaza, room 734, on Shaolin Productions' bill, until they find me an apartment to comfortably live in for the coming period. I've been in New York for two months..." My heart halts, thinking about how much time we've once again lost, and then Tina adds in a low, husky tone, "...and how long I'll stay... I don't think I want it to just depend on my work, Bette..." My heart resumes its rhythm, one slow beat at a time. Immobilized, I am wordless and thoughtless, buoyed and suspended in a sea of possibilities that overwhelms me. Then I see her swallow; shadows and the light from the fireplace render everything less distinct, as though reality itself has become a canvas for our imaginations. She goes on "Now, Bette Porter..." her voice becomes low, sensuous, her gaze locking onto mine with piercing intensity, "Since I've agreed to move to this city knowing I'd find you here, I wish for you to press pause on all other questions--which I assure you, I wish to answer and ask--and come here to kiss me as if you've never kissed me before. Please, kiss me as if we have all the time in the world, as if the woman you were with at lunch doesn't phase me. Come back here and kiss me, not with questions but with answers" her tone is decisive, laden with sensuality, igniting more desire within me with each syllable pronounced. I slip off my jacket and advance toward Tina. Her hazel eyes, seeming almost black, plead with me, "I want you come back here and wrap your arms around me because I... I want you, my sweet no ordinary lover, my tempestuous passion. Hold me cause I long for sleepless nights where we make love unrestrained, followed by endless conversations at four in the morning. I desire for you to come over here and kiss me because I crave your passion, your yearning. Because only you, Bette Porter, have managed to send tremors through my body from afar, with just one look and simultaneously draw closer to give meaning to all my shivers." The words Tina speaks convince me to forget all my questions, her statements unlike any I've ever heard from another soul. I relinquish my doubts, fears, the considerations of tomorrow, and the relentless tick of time. I surge towards her and our lips meet fervently. We moan together, her hands grasping my face as if to prevent any possible retreat. But I harbor no intention of pulling away. I reassure myself that all answers can wait, because this is our time--mine and Tina's. Our tongues converse in a language unique to us, our hands clench and embrace, our bodies arching into each other's contours. I allow my hands to caress her face, then descent toward the neckline of the blouse she's wearing. I peel away her suit jacket, letting it fall to the ground as our mouths feast upon one another. I draw back momentarily, gasping for breath, our eyes lock, and I begin to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time, observing her breath catch--a sensation that leaves me breathless as well. I part the folds of her blouse, unveiling the elegant lace bra that caresses her breasts. Lowering my lips, I kiss along her decolletage, and I feel her head languidly tilt back against the glass, her breath quickening. Unfastening her trousers, I descend to assist her in slipping them off, leaving her standing before me in her delicate undergarments, the discarded clothing a testament to our fervor on the floor. She looks at me with raw desire, her head leant back. As she watches me, I slip from my dress, and upon standing almost naked as she is, she whispers in an excitement-laden and breathless voice, "I missed you." The sensation that cascades from my head to toe, invigorating my heartbeat, liberating my lungs, and stirring my arousal, is the most terrible, wrenching, and exquisite thrill of love. Now, with our bodies stripped to near nakedness, we allow our skin to caress, to gently explore. I unhook her bra, and my fingers dance over her skin, leaving a trail of shivers. Her body trembles and I draw her close, pressing kisses to her neck and earning a moan. My hand journeys through her hair, gently tilting her head back, granting myself more space. I bestow kisses, licks along her neck, venturing to her ear, reveling in the sensation. Her hands clasp my hips, pulling me into her. Her leg entwines with me, and I can feel her warmth and moisture, even through the thin fabric of her panties, pressed against me. Everything is natural, everything is exactly as I remember--soft, warm, urgent--yet it feels all brand-new. Nipping at her earlobe, I whisper into her ear followed by a delicate kiss, "You're already so wet, and I've barely begun..." As my hands roam over her breasts, her nipples harden, eager under my palms. She surrenders further into me, and with a breath that holds the weight of time, Tina says, "Oh Bette... you've begun two years ago..." Her hands then traverse possessively down my spine, nails lightly scoring my skin. We kiss with tongues, lips, and unabated desire. I can't wait another minute and begin to journey her body with kisses and caresses. I kneel before her, grasping the edge of her panties without removing them completely. Lowering them slightly, I kiss the line of her oblique muscles, then the jutting hip bone, eliciting her enticing touch upon my head, which fuels my desire further. I lower her panties more, bestowing equal adoration on each side, before sliding them down completely. Bending to kiss her pubic bone, then easing them to the floor. Helping Tina to step free, I then turn to adoring her long legs, marked now with arousal's telltale flush. I glance up briefly and see her bracing both hands against the glass behind her, seeking balance. I desire to take my time, kissing the top of her thighs while her scent intoxicates and enthralls me. Simultaneously, my fingers journey along her legs, dedicating endless attention, caressing, kissing, and inching ever closer to where I know Tina yearns for those same affections. As my mouth grows bolder, her breathing deepens into something more profound. "Bette," she calls out to me, her voice laced with urgency, so I look up to smile, and there, Tina gazes down, her eyes squeezing shut, "Stop teasing..." As we maintain our gaze, I encourage her to part her legs a touch more, then I lift her thigh over my shoulder and let my tongue glide between her legs. She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and moans, thighs already trembling. Perhaps I tremble too, consumed by an ecstasy I feared would never grace my life again. I close my eyes and taste Tina once more, letting other senses guide me; the flavor of Tina is utterly intoxicating. I swirl my tongue around her, finding Tina even more responsive, more ready than I could have imagined. Her heavy breathing, moaning, and leaning into my mouth grows more insistent. Her fingers seek a grip against the glass, and as my hand slides up her torso, over her stomach to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, she quivers violently, finding support with one hand on my shoulder. I burn with an excitement too fervid and throbbing between my own legs, mirroring the swollen warmth I am kissing, licking, and loving between Tina's trembling thighs. "Oh God," she gasps, "Oh, Bette..." And there's something thrilling in the notion that if the world were only to pay close attention, it might bear witness to our love. The thrill of imagining Tina, yielding against the glass window, might seem like a mere illusion to a casual observer, while for me, it stands as the most tangible truth. I moan against her, and I feel her body respond with a slight shudder to the vibration. Tina moves her hand from my shoulder to grasp mine, the one still caressing her breast. Her fingers weave into mine, her grasp growing firmer, resolutely leading me to satisfy her. As our hands come together, I delve my tongue as deep as it relentlessly hitwill go, trailing along her tender opening with an almost selfish slowness. Her hips writhing, she then, with a decisive gesture, guides my hand exactly where she craves it to be "Inside, I want you inside me" she begs me and as my fingers slip inside her, I first sense her retreat slightly before she resurfaces, pressing back with even greater intent against the windows of my cabin. I undressed, brushed my teeth, and gotmy mouth and now against my fingers. Tina releases an ecstatic cry, and in this moment, I open my eyes; I need to see her, to have all my senses wholly engaged by Tina. I watch her, and as I feel her tighten around my fingers, Tina tries to catch her breath and then manages to open her eyes just enough to let me see her--pupils dilated, dark, clouded with lust. She places a hand beneath my chin, silently coaxing me upward. "Kiss me, Baby," she utters in a voice fractured by exitment, and her leg gracefully descends from my shoulder, wrapping securely around my waist. Our mouths collide, a tempest unleashed, and our tongues clash together--hungry, slick with desire. Tina moans into our deepening kiss, and perfection imbues the air the moment our intimacy becomes something indefinably closer, endearments exchanged only in whispers. Baby I repeat to myself. And Tina comes on my touch, her mouth upon mine, her back into bed,arching against the glass, her core pulsing around my fingers. Her whimpers become strangled; her body seems to seize for an instant, then continuing with the precise level of pressure she needs, she releases a sharp cry, her body quaking with aftershocks. She rests her forehead on my shoulder, my fingers halting their motion, and I plant a kiss on her clammy temple, warm with the light sheen of sweat. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, she gives a shiver at the loss, I stroke her hair, and when she looks up, she smiles--a smile of satiated contentment and dizzying fulfillment. We're both breathless, sharing a gaze that speaks volumes where words fail to tread. Then Tina seeks out my lips again, this time under the covers, imagining a warmwith a softness, her tender lips melding naturally with mine. Her hands roam up to encircle my neck and then cradle the nape of my head, drawing me into her, seeking a more profound kiss. And in this moment, everything is more exquisite than I could have remembered. "That was intense," she breathes out softly, her words weaving through the air bring a gentle smile across my face. Our bodies are entwined, gradually seeking to strive to recover a more serene rhythm of breath. I lean in closer, our lips meeting in a tender kiss, a languid exploration that feels like a conversation without words. The kiss lingers, a delicate exchange, as I share the taste of her -- so vivid and so sweet -- that lingers harmoniously on my tongue and now between us. When Tina licks my upper lip, I can't resist any longer the need for relief from my mounting desire. I close my eyes and kiss her neck, gently nibbling with the caution not to leave a trace, and now I am the one grasping her wrist and guiding her hand, pulling it decisively inside my panties. The mere proximity of her fingers to my core elicits moans of pleasure from deep within. Suddenly, moved by an urge, "Oh, wait..." Tina gasps and withdraws her hand, leaving me adrift in my still-unfulfilled longing, and takes my hand. We move away from the coolness of the window; she leads me in front of the fireplace and then pulls me down onto the carpet with a firm grip around my waist. Tina guides me to lay back, leans over me with a kiss, and then startlingly retracts, a tender smile on her lips. Her hands rest on either side of my face, and I feel her legs maneuver between mine, inviting them to part just enough to welcome her closer. For a suspended moment, we simply gaze at each other, her eyes capturing mine, sparkling as the fireplace casts delicate shadows across the contours of her velvety skin. The warm, rhythmic cadence of her breath is an intimate symphony that pervades my senses. I feel the gentle weight of her body next to mine: but theatop mine, each of her movements more intolerable than the last. I yearn for her, desire her; the moment is consuming. With my hands, I gather her messy red hair away from her face, and in the silence punctuated only by the crackling flames, Tina is sliding my underwear down my legs, tossing them aside. My breath quickens into an unsteady rhythm as I watch her kiss down my chest, across my stomach, along the bones of my hips, inching ever closer to my intimacy. She invites my legs to bend as she continues to kiss up the length of my thighs. "Tina..." escapes me, my chest heaving so rapidly that I fear my heart may burst. Tina looks up and pauses her journey along my legs. Her eyes, laden with a silent inquiry for permission, as though they can read my thoughts I can't even remember my last time. Despite the fear of it being too intense to bear, I stroke her face and give a slight nod. The mere thought of Tina between my legs sends tremors through me, and I know she senses it because she returns to me, eyes on eyes and she kisses me gently yet hungry "You can stop me at any moment, If you don't feel comfortable," she whispers, her breath caressing my lips. I feel her pelvis move against mine; I lift my hips slightly seeking more contact, almost hoping--God, how I wish to do that with you, Tina. Maybe another time? Would you do that with me? And watching her, feeling our heats meld together, we both exhale, "I'm just afraid I'd never want you to stop..." I whisper and Tina grins devilishly, kisses my mouth, and then retraces her way down my body. I surrender to the feeling of her body I dreamt of was not my wife's, andon mine, her hands coaxing my thighs apart as far as they can stretch, and finally, her mouth upon my arousal. I shudder at her initial lick and let out a groan. Tina hums against me and I feel her tongue deftly circling the tender, swollen nub of my pleasure. My breath quicken, becoming labored. I eagerly accept the truth that thought helpedTina's mouth is skilled, sensual, and bewilderingly addictive. With a subtle shift, I rotate my hips further forward, and in response, Tina goes inside me collapse into another moment of deep sleep, finally with my mind at peace. I woke up a few hours later, and the daylight illuminated my cabin and everything around. I took the clock from the nightstand. It was 8:30. How many hours I slept? When was the last time I had slept that much? What a strangeand delves deeper. A profound sensation pervaded my body. I felt... rested. I got up and ready, choosing nothing overly elegant but comfy. I put on my favorite gray cashmere sweater with the collar over a tight white t-shirt, and the warmth of the fabric embraced me with soft gentleness. Having not had dinner the day before, I found myself eager for breakfast. When I arrived at the dining car, most of the tables were occupied. The waiters had, however, reserved the same table forengulfs me as the lunch the day before, "on Lorenzo's request," they said, smiling, handingI feel her intimately within--so thorough, so encompassing, her presence pervades my body. Emotions ripple through my core, giving me the breakfast menu. The people in the room were all animatedly engaged in loud conversation about the "unpleasant situation" we were in. I wished I could sink deepersense that Tina possesses the innate knowledge of me. She seems to understand, with experienced precision, the exact spots that unravel me, that transform coherent thoughts into that green armchair, hide behind the menu to avoid hearing their complaints. I looked out the window and saw some of the staff members walking on the snow around the train, talking and gesturing in all directions. Finally, in the daylight, I could admire where we were stopped: a plateaua whirlwind of ecstatic disarray. My fingers weave through her hair, gently pulling as largethough pleading for her never to stop, to quicken her pace. And her mouth, alongside her fervent tongue, becomes more confident, assertive, and deliberate. I squirm beneath her, emitting a soft, sweet sound, as a soccer field, surrounded by two tall, white and rugged mountains, some trees bent under the weight of the snow poking out here and there. As I ordered a plate of eggs and black steaming coffee, I continued to admire the scenic landscape surrounding us. With a distracted gesture from what was happening in the car, I gathered my hair into a messy chignon with some strands falling loose, that I tried to tuck behind my ears. Shortly after, the strong and vibrant scent of coffee enveloped me, and I was happy to see the cup on the table. As I took the first sip of the hot beverage, I saw her standing at the entrance of the restaurant car, I observed her from above the horizon marked by the rim of the coffee cup. I feigned indifference, even though I was having difficulty breathing. I blamed the hot coffee and the temperature of the carriage, but I knew well that it wasn't what was complicating the most basic of my functions. She's still alone I thought, appreciating the absence of any other human being near her, cause I wanted to be the person close to her, to be the one human being able to hear her breathe just by turning my head slightly. Without really realizing it, as I was lost in thought-- "May I?" I raised my eyes from the coffee and saw her standing in front of me, her delicate hand resting on the green armchair opposite mine, her fingers soft but with a secure grip. I lifted my gaze further, trying not to get lost in her body, in her silhouette. Oh, I'd love to get lost in a different way, I thought and felt myself blushing slightly. I looked into her eyes and smiled, trying to regain my composure and self-control, hoping that inexperienced eyes hadn't already picked up on my weaknesses. I nodded and said "Please," indicating the empty chair, trying to mask her effectTina feasts on me. "Thank you,"My thighs clench around her face, my body tingling with each pass of her tongue. She licks me with deep, prolonged strokes, coaxing a cry from my lips, "Fuck--" I gasp. "I've dreamt of having you like this so many times" Tina murmurs against me, her voice was low and wrapped in a melodic tranquility. I immediately noticed the way her lips moved and immediately wished to be saved (and perhaps savored)a sultry whisper wh. "You taste so divine, Bette." The words alone amplify my arousal and I find myself desiring her fingers inside me, yet the engulfing sensation of her tongue becomes so consuming that I surrender to it, realizing that Tina is always enough. Every tactile response of my body is heightened: I feel the texture of the carpet brushing against my buttocks, Tina's hands holding my thighs, her warm, steady breath on my sex, her tongue moving inside me. I turn my face slightly to the side, lifting my hips, pressing more firmly onto Tina, and then everything becomes... easier. It's effortless to moan, to revel in the release, to let go. It's natural to keep Tina atop me, to tighten my legs and continue to rock my hips at her pace in synchrony. It's with ease that I'm led into the most liberating climax of my life: I feel my body tense from within and shiver outwardly. My back arches, my head tilts back, and my nipples harden. It's so easy to accept Tina's hands searching for mine, grasping them as her mouth brings me through the tail end of my release. It's effortless to let my quivering legs gradually stretch out. It's easy to feel enriched by those lips. "I'mthe fullness Tina has given me. "Come here," I beckon, coaxing her towards me, "Kiss me." Tina, nice to meet you and... well thanks, I'm starving," and she extended her hand, an invitation to hold her. I knew that if I shook it, if I just touched that skin, I hardly would control myself. So, I just looked at her, sipping my coffee, creating that moment of embarrassment to avoid succumbing. She smiled and lowered her hand. Then, she continued to look at me, and I gave in to the first of the moments that would connect us on that train. "Bette, it's all my pleasure..." I said in a low, husky voice. Our eyes met, and I truly looked at her, and suddenly, a new wave of desire overwhelmed me out of nowhere. She was beautiful. Damn beautiful. Her hazel eyes were enhanced by a light touch of black eyeliner, her cheekbones pronounced and adorned with a hint of blush and two small dimples on her chin softened her smile even more. That morning, she wore an open white shirt, unbuttoned at the third button, with sleeves rolledfeigning resistance, navigates up to the middle of her forearms. Sensual and elegant, not vulgar, I commented to myself. I could catch a glimpse of her collarbones, the cleavage of her breasts. Her long, defined neck made me yearn to kiss her there, to leave the marks of my desire until she screamed-- "Traveling alone, Bette?" she asked out of the blue, interrupting my journey through her body. "Yes, and you, Tina?" I asked without waiting a moment. "...For a lifetime," she replied. I didn't immediately understand what she meant by that, but I decided not to worry about it, even because she continued to talk to me, staring into my eyes, as if she was looking for something or someone inmy body, coming to rest upon me "I saw you last nightwas kissing you..." she says with a smile through the tender kiss we exchange. "Yes... but kiss me like this," I whisper to her. I capture her mouth with my own in a languid, slow and deliberate kiss. Right now, it's not the fiery heat of passion that I yearn for, but rather to savor the tender, soft exchanges of our affection. Tina's tongue meets mine with grace, a gentle tango that keeps us locked in an embrace, unhurried and serene. We continue to kiss, lost in the gentle rhythm of our connection, as our bodies--slick with the sheen of shared warmth--meld into one another, each line and curve dissolving in an intimate fusion of sweat and heat. I wrap my arms around her and guide her to lie next to me. Propping my elbow on the ground, my hand cradles my head. Tina slides her hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me decisively against her lips, kissing me deeply. "You were so good at the bar, not too concerned about this...inconvenience, were you?" I laughed to try to dispel my tension. "Is it that obvious?" For a fraction of a second, her eyes widened as mine took on a nuance of nervousness. Then a flirty grin appeared on her lips, and that was her way to respond in kind, with a small confirming grimace. We ended up talking about this and that for a few minutes, appreciating each other's company without discussing ourselves in any way. We were both there as a gift from someone, but we quickly discovered that my someone was wealthier than hers, as I told her about my cabin and my recent trip to Venice. We laughed about it, and everything felt so natural, so easy, that I felt overwhelmed by her presence. It was all so light, almost as light as the snow that was still falling but less determined than before. I had never taken my eyes off Tina, not for a moment, till I said goodbye. I couldn't spend a minute more with her, not without losing my mind and so, acting the role of the detached woman in that farewell, I left the dining car and headed towards my cabin. I could feel her eyes on me when I walked away, but I truly wanted to feel all of her over me. When I crossed the threshold of my carriage, I met Lorenzo, and I asked him where I could smoke a cigarette. "Miss, please, follow me, I'll get you off the train. For safety reasons, I have to stay with you, but you'll hardly notice I'll be there". It was pretty clear that Lorenzo's smiles would guarantee me affirmative answers for my entire time there, so I entered my cabin, grabbed the cigarettes and a scarf, and went outside. The air was brisk but not unbearable. I leaned against the train, looking straight ahead at the mountain towering us. I tightened the scarf a bit more and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly. The first inhale was exceptional, burning in my throat. I felt the nicotine wave invading my body as I leaned my foot against the train, and my knee bent forward. "You had to have flaws." Tina's voice was unmistakable "I wondered when I would discover the first one". I turned around and saw her leaning out from the train door. I smiled at her, "You have no idea how many others..." and took another deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke with a determined puff of my lungs. She came out, approached me and leaned against the train, almost mimicking my posture. I watched as she tried to find balance in her stance and saw her slightly arching her back, detaching herself from the wall behind her. Oh Tina, if you could know how much I want you to arch against me, whispering in my ear and telling me how close you are-- "Do you want one?" I asked her, offering the freshly opened pack. "No, thanks. I smoke my first and last one fifteen years ago..." It was clear that her answer didn't end there. I waited a few seconds, looking at the snow in front of me before turning my head to invite her to continue, and so she did, "...but I'd like you to have a drink with me tonight." and then Tina turned towards me too, and for a moment, a lifetime, we just looked at each other. My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded so hard that I thought Tina could see it beneath my sweater. There was no way to misunderstand her unsaid words and her gaze, the way she ran her tongue to moisten the corner of her mouth. "Please..." my voice came out husky, perhaps half a tone lower than usual "...Be my guest" I looked at her lips and swallowed heavily. "See you later then" she said and as the snow resumed its confident descent, she returned inside, leaving me there, smoking the last puffs of that cigarette. With hands numb from the cold and cheeks reddened, perhaps more from the thought of the drink than from the cold, I returned shortly after to the train and to my cabin. I can't say whether that day, time passed more quickly, but it seemed like the blink of an eye before I found myself in the bar carriage, looking for Tina among the people sitting, drinking, and chatting. It suddenly seemed that everyone had finally made peace with the whole situation and was truly enjoying this fortunate misadventure at high altitude. There were two boys in uniform, one at the piano and one on the violin, playing background music. I saw her, sitting at a table, observing the room around her, with an expression I recognized easily and felt very familiar: she was looking but not seeing. Her thoughts seemed miles away. But I looked at her and saw her, and I had never been more present in my life than at that moment. I approached and asked her teasingly, "May I?" Tina turned towards me, and a smile formed on her lips. Then, raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards the chair in front of her. "You look stunning," I said, causing another smile, a temporary embarrassment that we quickly shook off by ordering our cocktails. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a light green silk dress with thin straps, no stockings, and certainly no bra. She crossed her legs in a sensual manner so that the dress skirt was slightly raised, just above the knee. I admired, without lingering, the line of the muscle of her crossed bare thigh. I brought the gin and tonic to my mouth and took a sip, while the warmth between my legs intensified, becoming an even more acute desire. Just like that morning, we found ourselves chatting again, and once again without telling each other about ourselves. I didn't know who Tina was, but there was a moment when I thought I knew everything about her. She placed the glass on the lacquered wooden table between us and began to play with its stem. She turned it and twisted it between her fingers. I was sure her mind was thinking of another place and time, so I put my hand on hers. I grasped her fingers, intertwining them with mine, and caressed her delicate and slender wrist with my thumb in a slow and hypnotic manner. It was the first time we touched, and the shivers on her leg betrayed her feels. I knew nothing about her, her life, where she was from, what she did. But at that touch, it was as if our hands and bodies had already brushed against each other in some other era. As the duo played a slow version of "Por una cabeza," Tina looked me straight in the eyes while our fingers began to feel and find each other with more and more desire. "Take me away from here," she whispered and that invitation meant an infinity of possibilities, but there, for us, it meant one thing to me. In that bar carriage of a train we couldn't leave, which couldn't bring us back to our time, the only way I had to take her away was-- I don't know how it happened, but we found ourselves in carriage 7 where I pushed her against the wall of the cabins, not caring if someone might be inside those rooms and hear us. We found ourselves with my body against hers, her hands gripping my hair while her head was tilted backward, resting against the hard surface, staring at me with wide-open eyes full of passion. Excited sighs fill the air around us and She pulled me towards her, my hands only gripping her hips while I wanted to touch her everywhere. But I was waiting, I was living just for the momentthat..." I confess to her when our lips would touch for the first time. I could feel all of her warmth through the light silk of her dress, feel her pelvis, her hips, and chest against mine. I slid one of my legs between hers as we lost ourselves in a gaze. She let out a surprised moan, and I passed an arm around her waist, while with my other hand I grasped her chin, feeling her soft skin, her delicate features under my fingers. Our breaths were out of control when Tina brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was a snap, I thoughtpart from their tender dance. "Can I ask you a question," she wanted to test the waters, almost as if she was trying to understand if that was a boundary to be crossed. And that single touch was enough for me to know that her mouth would become my obsession. If she was the one litting the fire, I was the one to devour her, hungry for her and her body. Our lips collided with ferocity and desire. She gaspedventures, her gaze steady and piercing into my mouth as my tongue violently began to battle hers; we were not elegant but very desirous. I breathed her moan, and it was like a breath of real oxygen. I ran my hands over her bareback. I descended until I gripped her buttocks between my hands, feeling her pelvis move towards me as Tina brought one leg up around my waist. She bit my lip before licking it, with her eyes open, fixed on mine. She grabbed my belt, but I interrupted her and moved away from our kiss with a sigh, distancing myself from her. Our chests moved rapidly up and down. I saw her sensually arching and moving against that wall. I never took my eyes off her and I managed to keep myself from having her there, under the possible gaze of all the other guests. "Let us in," Tina said, looking at me, and I extended a hand, an invitation to follow me. She grabbed it, and followed me a few steps further in front of the door of my cabin. When I opened the door, I stepped aside and watched Tina as she entered the room and stopped in the center, looking at me with those hazel eyes, which were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Those eyes seemed to almost beg me, asking me to be there with her. And I didn't think for a second longer about choosing those eyes in that era over endless lunches at the Plaza in another. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the key and returned all my attention to Tina. She lunged at me; again, we grabbed each other and dragged one another onto the other. I leaned with all my weight against the door as my arms enveloped Tina's body. We let every chain, every restraint, every thought, become a memory, leaving room only for our sighs and moans. Then I turned her sharply against the door. The contact made her moan, and I grabbed her wrists and brought them above our heads, holding them firmly with a strong grip against the door. I truly made love to her mouth with mine. But God, I was dreaming of tasting, touching and licking her, all of her. I made sure her hands stayed still above our heads and freed mine. My fingers gripped the hem of her dress, scratching decisively the inside of her thighs as I pushed the skirt up towards her waist. I lifted it high enough to easily reach the elastic of her panties, which I grabbed and pulled towards me and then down to take them off. I didn't want to be slow and light. I wanted to possess her and take us away from there. I grabbed the leg that was still helping her stay on the ground, and I pushed her harder against the door so I could lift her and anchor us even more. Soon both of her legs were around my hips, her back arched against the door, our eyes lost in each other, and our breaths fast. I could clearly feel her excitement. I did not care about the slick trail I would find on my clothes the next day, I only wanted her to get wetter for me, to respond to my body, my touches, my caresses. She didn't say a word when, concisely and with shortness of breath, she began to unbutton my shirt and pull its tails out of my slacks. I stole a kiss, while my fingers, that wrapped around her buttocks, seemed drawn to her excited and dropping sex. I could touch her, I could already touch her there if I wanted to, if only I had stretched my fingers a little more. I could already feel her softness and I was in danger of losing control. I moaned helplessly into her neck, kissing and biting her throat, and she emitted a hungry and panting sound, as if she couldn't believe I wasn't possessing her yet. I kissed her fiercely, and she reciprocated with more strength and emphasis. Oh, what desire has taken hold of us, Tina! I thought. Then, holding her close to me, in my arms, I turned and moved towards the bed. I was physically stronger, and she seemed like a feather in my arms, when with confident steps, I approached the bed and sat her down there. I took the edge of her dress and lifted it; Tina raised her arms, and I removed it completely. The image of Tina naked on that bed, with reddened lips and big, eager eyes, was like seeing the rarest of artworks. She grabbed my belt and started unfastening it. She slid it off the loops and tossed it onto the bed behind us. "Take them off," she told me, pointing to the pants while grabbing the sides of the open shirt and sliding it down my shoulders and along my arms. My clothes fell to the floor at the end of the bed, and I found myself in a bra and panties in front of her, who was completely naked. "You know how beautiful you are? How exciting you are?," she asked, looking at me, at my body as far as her eyes could reach. Then she smiled sweetly, trying to meet my eyes with hers. She moved a bit more up in the bed, and rested her feet on the mattress, knees bent, and hands stretched behind her back to support herself. She slightly widened her legs, opening up to me, but still with a kind of shyness that made her so desirable, so delicate. I felt the warmth between my legs intensify, becoming an even more acute, almost painful, and uncontrollable desire. We stayed like that, looking at each other, for an endless time before I found the courage to speak again as I approached the bed, now so close that I could feel the tickle of the comforter caressing my legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees. "What do you want, Tina?" "You...this" she replied, looking at my hands on her body; her voice was starting to break from desire. I shook my head; I knew we could give each other much more. I knew we could be more. I wanted us to be more. And I'm sure Tina, without me speaking another word, could feel all my thoughts; I understood it by seeing the shivers running through her body, her nerves mixed with excitement. "What do you want, Tina?" I asked her again; this time my voice came out more imperative, secure. "I want you to do...be with me like no woman has ever been..." she immediately replied and then we stayed in silence for a few heartbeats "...But what do you want, Bette?" she added, her voice low. "Oh, this is not about me" I pronounced those words before I could realize what I was truly asking her. "No, Bette. That's not what I meant... what... what do you want to do to me?" I felt my eyes sparkle and widen. I couldn't believe I had actually heard those words. I became almost feverish with the thoughts that crossed my mind, but Then I saw her eyes, they were greedy and lustful, but I also glimpsed a flash of uncertainty Is it fear, Tina? And It was that flash that made me start gently stroking her legs. I just wanted her to trust me. That was what I was asking her to do for me. I felt the tension in her muscles release with every caress; I leaned forward and kissed one knee and then the other, and the tension completely disappeared from her body, making just room for us. "...But, please, don't be too gentle" Tina added, panting, already almost out of breath. And that was all I needed. I pushed her knees to open, a very mild pressure to which she responded without any resistance, exposing and opening her deepest self to me, to my gaze. I desired her so much that I had to fight the urge to skip all the foreplay. But I thought we had time, an infinite time until the train would bring us back to our lives. And I wanted to take all the time I could to understand what she liked, what would cause her the strongest shiver. I traced with my eyes the entire line of her body, now completely stretched out before me, until I met her gaze again, until I read a plea in her hazel eyes. I lay down on her, between her legs. Her long, defined thighs flexed as I opened them wider, forcing her thighs further apart, our pelvises and breasts pressed against each other, and then all at once I could feel her--Oh, fuck, so soft and hot and wet. Our lips met in a slow, hungry kiss. "I've desired you from that first look, Bette. I've imagined your tongue, your fingers inside me" Tina whispered against my lips, just interrupting the kiss but not pulling away, parting them, and rubbing her tongue inside my mouth. I felt the heat snap in my belly, and I grabbed one of her thighs, making it slide up forcefully against the mattress, this time with more strength and determination than before, while I slid down along her body. I nibbled her throat, mouthed her jaw, descended even more as if I had a map to follow, as if I didn't want to miss any centimeter of Tina. "Oh Bette...I love where you're taking me..." Tina laughed out, and I looked up and saw that she was already covering her eyes with the back of her right hand and her body began to move underneath mine. She gasped fervently at the sensation of my tongue surrounding her nipple. We'll come back to this later, I thought, mentally noting her response to that. I continued descending. The more my mouth went down on her, the more I felt her body's responses, her nipples hardening more than I thought possible, and the movements of her chest dictated by fast and deep breaths. I went down until I found myself between her legs and, without further delay, started caressing her sex with my mouth. But I did one caress, just one. I waited for her reaction and Tina moaned even though that first contact was quick and her back arched slightly. I desired more of her; I felt selfish and almost ruthless. After all, she asked me not to be gentle. The next lick to the center of her sex was so ravenous that it made her tremble, but her taste was so intoxicating that I didn't let more than a second pass before doing it again and again. I looked up to her, and I saw a flush of warmth cross her face and go down her chest. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, and her lips seemed almost fuller. Then Tina moved her hips forward, swinging them towards me, clearly communicating what she wanted. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her steady on the mattress. I wanted her to beg me to go on; I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her. Her intoxicating scent captured my brain And I couldn't wait any longer. I threw myself back on her, my voracious mouth on her sex. Tina moaned, almost screamed at the contact, clinging to the bed's headboard and shivering when my tongue slid inside her. Dragging licks and circular movements convinced her to trust me. I would never be able to do anything that could harm her and Tina already knew it. I stimulated the top of her clit, while my mouth made love inside her. I held her firm to the mattress when I felt the movement of her hips just hinted but then, I let her body move freely. "Tina," I whispered breathlessly, "You're extraordinarily delicious". Her moisture slipped down my chin, and I just wanted to savor her forever, where she was hottest and silkiest. As with a rhythm of her hips she thrust deeper into my tongue, I heard her sobbing loud and so I stopped to watch and check on her but she brought her hand to the back of my head, into my hair begging me not to stop "Don't stop...Oh, Bette...please...inside...come inside" she moaned and let out a small stifled cry, her hips swayed more desperately, seeking more, seeking all of me. I hungrily resumed what I was doing and each lick caused a wave of pleasure between her and my legs. When her hand in my hair became a plea, I slid three fingers inside Tina, feeling the muscles tremble and tighten around me. She moaned so loud, and that sound became my new favorite music. Tina was tight, hot, and wet, and I quickly found her most sensitive spot. And as my mouth sucked and my tongue caressed her, I stimulated the rough and swollen spot inside her till she uncontrollably shuddered. It felt as if Tina and I had already done it a thousand times, like I knew that body as if it had always been beneath mine. When I realized Tina was close, I desired nothing more than to feel her releasing around my fingers. She made a choked, muffled sound. She seemed desperate, and I pumped into her with strength and presence until I achieved what I wanted most: Tina, completely undone, so beautifully lost in her surrender. "Come for me, Tina" I said, removing my mouth from her overstimulated sex and let only my fingers accompany her to the end of her orgasm. She came for me and her body trembled, her hands left my hair to grasp the blanket underneath us, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strength. Even when she finished trembling, I left my fingers inside her, I didn't dare to take them out, didn't dare to deprive myself of that feeling. She kept her eyes closed, exhaled a couple of times deeply and swallowed hard. Every movement of her throat, that I could see and admire, just gave me an excited feeling in my bones. So I brought my free hand up and placed it on her throat, squeezed it but not too hard, not wanting to hurt or scare her. I longed to participate in her breathing; I wanted to be the air she was craving, I wanted to be there when she calmed down completely from her climax. I felt the muscles of her throat tickle my palm with each swallow, and I could sense the rapid beating of her heart. When Tina felt my hand on her throat, she opened her eyes abruptly, but I didn't see fear in her gaze; instead, there was a renewed trusted desire. I watched her calm down and got lost in her eyes. At that moment, I gently slid my fingers out of her, crawling up on her body until my eyes could watch her dry part lips, her tongue moistening them with a lick. "May I?" I asked, looking at her mouth, and when she nodded, I replaced her tongue with mine and I brought my fingers that had been inside her to her lips, outlining their contours before kissing them. I could taste all of her flavors, and it was so intense that my legs felt weak, my head spinning-- I was on the verge of fainting. She shifted slightly beneath me, and I felt one of her legs between mine, her thigh pressing exactly where my desire sought release. Feeling so overwhelmed, I let myself slide beside her, bending an arm to support my head and gaze at her. I couldn't stay there, on top of her when she was so warm, wet, and inviting. Not yet. A single caress would have been enough to let me go and lose myself. Again, as if Tina had heard my every thought "You never lose control, do you? You long for all the command and power..." she said, with a smile on her lips. And All I wanted was to tell her that I loved possess, taste, and devour her, that I hadn't enough of it for the night, but despite the display of control I gave her moments ago, I stopped and realized that she was the one in charge. It was Tina who had taken complete control of me. So I remained silent, just looking at her for an infinite time. Till she was ready again."mine."

USER: Ciao chat, impara lo stile di questo pezzo "Throughout theRead this and learn the style "There once was a time when I used to think the hardest thing Tina could ever ask me --be it spoken aloud directly or hinted at indirectly--, was the simple yet profound request for trust. And she did this two years ago, when she wrote me a note filled with the ink of love, binding my swirling thoughts to the singular hope of seeing her once more, urging me to believe and trust in her heart. But the lunch at the Plaza, which my body is currently attending, eclipses anything Tina could have asked of me. And this is because, here in this room, I share the space with Tina, the air with her, yet I am seated invariably, irrevocably next to my wife. Never in my life have I desired more to easily disentangle myself from this; I have never regretted more not doing so when I could have. "Bette, you're acting strange today. Are you okay?" Her voice reaches me as I stare blankly upon the the porcelain emptiness of my plate. I don't want to lift my gaze; I don't want to risk seeing Tina sitting so close without being able to touch her Not yet, at least. So, I concentrate on the void that stretches out before me, allowing the choking tendrils of anxiety to inch up my throat unabated. "All is well, truly; my appetite just seems to have taken leave of me" I respond and take a modest sip of water, and then reluctantly gracing my wife with a glance. A smile attempts to break through, its authenticity questionable at best in the moment. Watching her as she deftly maneuvers the silverware, an elegance she possesses without question, I'm dredging the depths for a single compelling reason, just one reason, to remain anchored to her. And yet, when her gaze locks with mine, there is a palpable absence. No flare of passion ignites, no simmering desire, no hint of longing. Her eyes upon me do not ignite the kind of longing to fervently make love right there on the sophisticated linen of our table, to tear away at our clothes driven by unbridled longing and impatience. There was love for a while, then there was and there is convenience and cohabitation. And as these thoughts cross my mind and body, coursing slightly unease through my veins, I allow my gaze to drift, landing delicately upon the woman situated across the room. The woman whose piercing gaze have stripped me bare, seen me in full, looked at, understood and stirred depths within me, excited, and left me utterly captivated. With an effort that echoes the weight of my realizations, I manage to swallow, acknowledging the stark truth that no anchor retains its hold keeping me steadfast to my wife while Tina, it's palpably clear, has firmly lodged herself within me, has anchored herself to me, on that bed in a dimly lit cabin, securing us into each other's existence, anchoring us in a state that felt weighty and near immovable. As I register my wife's voice calling out, signaling to beckon the waiter who soon approaches us with the check, a sense of resolve washes over me. "I'll take this," I say, extending my hand to place the credit card upon the gleaming silver tray. "Thank you," she says in her usual tone "Shall we head out? I can take you back to the office," she offers as I stay seated, wrapped in a restlessness I wish I could shout into the void she seems unable to perceive. Not even today, a day that has veered so far from our usual. "You go. I'm walking back. I need to be in the office by 3pm. I got time." As my words linger between us, she casts a fleeting glance my way, and I'm certain she's caught a glimpse of the unusual turmoil within me, a tempest betrayed by my eyes. Yet once again, just as she has recognized it, she opts to disregard the silent plea for understanding. "Alright, just remember dinner tonight. Let's meet there directly; I won't have time to return home. I'll send a car ride, we exist in a shared silence, my last utterance before I succumb to the city streamingfor you at 7:30pm." An absent hum of acknowledgment escapes me; my distraction is so deep that I can't even recall which dinner engagement looms on the horizon. The only place I yearn to be tonight is in Tina's embrace. Then, my wife brushes my cheek with her lips. It's a quick, superficial gesture, born of routine rather than passion. The kiss lacks heat, longing--it is but her most affectionate formality, leaving me feeling more like an afterthought than the object of her desire. She moves away, and as she reaches for her purse, she whispers softly "See you later, Bette"- I watch as she gracefully slides into her coat with the waiter's assistance, my gaze tracing her path toward the exit. As she vanishes from my sight, I pivot towards Tina and I see her staring fixedly, motionless in the direction where she undoubtedly saw my wife leave. I hesitate, observing her from a distance. Her posture is one of unyielding strength and poise--shoulders back and taut. Her head is slightly tilted, as if listening intently to a distant sound. From this vantage point, I can glimpse her faraway look in her eyes, as if she's momentarily transported to another realm. I continue to study her, trying to understand what she's feeling. Then, as she turns a little more to the side, time itself seems to pause. Her sidelong glance searches for me--a silent beckon, a craving. A need. And that's all I need to rise from the table. With each uncertain step I take, tracing what I believe to be fewer than twenty paces, I come to a standstill behind her. I indulge myself, once again, in a fleeting moment of unreciprocated observation--I see her, while she remains unaware of my presence. Gently, I lay a hand upon her shoulder, feeling the tension rise and her muscles tighten under my palm. A wave of trembling fear engulfs me, pounding against my chest. Is this not what you were seeking? Am I causing you discomfort? T, it's only me, these thoughts circle my mind, yet I yearn to whisper them to her, softly, amidst a tender kiss. I believe she senses my intention, my silent message, as I feel her body begin to unwind and relax under my touch. So much, far too much fabric between us, Tina! With renewed assurance, my fingers wrap more firmly around her shoulder. I sense her yielding to the contact, her shoulders inching backward as if searching for a deeper press of my hand upon her. We're frozen in this interlude for a handful of heartbeats--a span of time that stretches into what feels like infinity for me. Briefly closing my eyes, I stand there behind her, drinking in the scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin reaching out to my waiting hand. Beyond my control, much like a reflex, my index finger lifts from her shoulder and edges closer to her face. My heart beats with an intensity that matches the slight tremor in my hand. With the lightest of touches, I brush a delicate spot on her neck, right by my gaze being an address I haven't uttered inher ear, barely grazing her with the backside of my finger. It's a feathery, sensual caress, and for a split second, I'm convinced I feel Tina tremble in response. Tina tips her head ever so veryslightly, as if to accommodate my touch, shortening the space between us. I observe her breathing quicken, and memories of that breath upon my skin come flooding back. Her fragrance intoxicates me, filling my chest--but it's our taste, the essence of us enclosed within my cabin, that my mind fixates on. The taste of Tina that I've pined for during too many restless nights over the past years. As I'm brought back to reality, my gaze settles upon the little girl seated right in front of Tina, who regards me with inquisitive eyes. She can't be more than five, I reckon, as I observe her swaying on her chair. When our eyes meet, I offer her a smile. In her features, I see much of Tina, yet the child's eyes are darker, her skin a richer hue. Her curly hair is bound in a bountiful ponytail. I shift to the side, moving my hands from Tina to rest on the back of the vacant chair halfway between the two of them. "May I join you?" I inquire, my smile directed at the little one, who nods her assent with a broad, genuine smile that I return with a quick, conspiratorial wink as if we are sharing a secret bond in that singular moment. Tina turns to face me, and our eyes lock--for a second,and another one. And another one. Until we are both irretrievably aware of each other's complete presence and proximity. "Hey..." Tina's voice breaks, almost breathless, her lips quiver, and her eyes widen. God, how I've missed hearing your voice. The utterance of those three letters envelops me as though I've just heard the opening notes of a pristine melody that no one else has ever been privy to before. And there's a sort of innocence in her tone, in her gaze--an innocence that ignites a fire within me, a heat that nests itself in the pit of my stomach, an innocence I know doesn't exist with Tina in any other context. "Well, hello," I say and we find ourselves almost incapable of uttering anything else, of forming words that could possibly make our way through the streets toward Soho, I steal a glance at my phone to note the missed calls and messages from my wife. Tina'ssense of this shared moment. Our gaze lingers on me, and I sense rather than hear the delicate rustle of her fingers brushing against the leather of the seat,yet another second, and-- "Hi! My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>," the interruption redirects my attention away from Tina, compelling me to hastily stow the phone andgrasp the little hand outstretched toward me. I turn towardto the girl and shake her hand, feeling its firmness within mine, and gentle in the vigour of her youthful grasp. I can perceive Tina's observant gaze upon me, and a warmth suffuses my body. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Angie. I'm Bette." Without releasing my hand, the inquiring child asks, "Bette, who?" I swallow visibly, unsure of what emotions are now etched across my face as I'm swamped by a swell of feelings. I'm caught in the push and pull of hope and dread because, after two years, it's the innocence of a child that is capable of crumbling every wall, closing every fabricated gap between Tina and me. "Porter, Bette Porter," I reply and my eyes quickly seek out Tina's. I catch a flicker of an anxious smile which I mirror, just before she reaches out, resting her hand on my thigh hidden beneath the table, covert enough to remain unnoticed. I feel the flush on my cheeks intensify with the contact, and then Tina leans closer, "Nice to meet you, Bette Porter," she breathes, her whisper barely perceptible but warming my ear and then, as she moves just close enough, I sense the tip of her nose graze against my throat. "I'm Tina Kennard." How is it even possible that even just your name gives me butterflies? And just like that, within a mere minute, everything has transformed. Whilst Angie returns to play with a couple of figurines strewn across the table, Tina and I remain locked in a gaze. I place my hand over hers, still resting on my thigh, as though I intend to prohibit any withdrawal without my consent. We inch closer, our torsos leaning forward so that our hushed whispers can be heard exclusively by each other. "Is it really you?" I inquire, my voice laden with awe at the surreal feeling of her being so close to me once again. As I behold Tina, I find myself entirely unprepared for her beauty, for how irresistibly sexy she is, for how profoundly I have missed her. Her hand, a hesitant presenceTina nods, her silence speaking volumes while the lustre in her eyes conveys more than a thousand words could. I try to draw her closer still, wishing for her face to shield mine from the rest of the world. I let her brave the external stares, for I am not able to at the center of the seat, beckons to mine. Our pinkies graze--then clasp--her gesture igniting a connection we both yearn to deepen. United by clasped hands, our gazes lock on this small entwining, my grip encircling hers. I ammoment. My cheek softly brushes against hers as my lips tenderly caress and tickle her ear. "Oh Tina...I have so many questions, but far more than that, I'm consumed by a desire toso many needs," I whisper, and I can feel her touch against my skin now, to stop the car and transcend space, teleporting alongside Tina. Our every contact sends peculiar jolts of electricitythe shivers run through my being; her touchher body, see her flesh react with goosebumps, and hear the quickening of her breath. "Please...Ask me..." her voice is exquisite, both erotic and tender. We maintain this connection, avoiding eye contact for the entire journey as the pop ballads playing on the radio fade into the background, overshadowed by the soft rhythm of Tina's breathing, occasionally broken by a deeper inhale. As the car comes to a stop in front of a building of red bricks and tall glass windows, I step out and approach Tina's car door. I open it and extend my hand. She takes it with elegance, exiting the vehiclelow and rough, laden with an air of grace. Holding her hand firmly in mine, I key in the code to a glass entrance door. As it swings open, the building's warmth envelops us and I guideedgy desire, "...for both." "Now?" I ask her in a hushed tone, though I'm aware of the forthcoming answer, an understanding that she soon confirms with a gentle shake of her head. With a discreet nod, Tina gestures towards the elevator, standing side by side, our attention caught by the descending numbers until the doors partlittle Angie, who remains seated before us once again Inside the elevator, as the doors close and we ascend swiftly toward the tenth and topmost floor, Tina's eyes find mine, and for the first time in years I forget the numbers and I let my gaze land fully on her. Her interrogative look persists despite the rising tension and anticipation between us with each passing floor. Yet her lips curve into a smile, and she asks, "Where are you taking me?" I let her question linger between us and then "Just a place from my past," I reply gently, and the elevator halts, the doors revealing our destination. I move closer to the single door on this floor, my heart thumping audibly, my fingers trembling slightly with each number pressed on the electronic keypad of the lock. As the door opens, I turn back to find Tina still standing by the elevator, watching me intently, I switch on the entrance light, gently casting a soft glow across the living room while the rest of the apartment remains in darkness. Waiting by the door, I again reach out my hand toward Tina, who takes slow steps toward me and grips it. Then, as if leading her in a dance, I gesture for her to enter ahead of me. I watch Tina navigate the entrance of the apartment with a tempered caution,us, her presence an unspoken reminder of the delicate timing. "Would you likehave dinner with me to take your coat?" I ask, mindful to maintain the few steps between us which seem like an unspoken covenant. It's a deference to her need to acclimate, akin to tenderly observing a new pet venturingtonight?" I venture, nuzzling softly into a home for the first time -- anxiety over potential shock giving way to smiles at every new discovery. And so, I smile broadly when Tina turns to face me, offering up an honest yet sweet smile, echoing my own underlying nerves. She slips off her coat, smoothly passing it to me. I hang both her coat and mine near the door, then return my gaze to her. We remain fixed, our mutual stillness disrupted only by Tina's inquiring voice, "When we danced on that train, I wondered how many gifts you have that I don't know about... so what is this one we are in?" With that, I withdraw from the doorway, moving towards the kitchen situated in the vast openness of the living space. I illuminate only a few dim lights, just enough to offer guidance and allow Tina to acclimate to her surroundings -- I remain silent to her question, choosing to let her curiosity first feast upon the environment, believing it will inevitably return to me, hungry for more. The subdued lighting tenderly lights the sprawling open-plan layout; the kitchen with its marble countertop is seamlessly partitioned from the living room by a mere breakfast counter. The living area boasts towering windows spanning from floor to ceiling, framing a breathtaking New York vista. A sprawling rug lies just in front of an electric fireplace, creating an intimate space complemented by a sofa, a cozy armchair, and a reading lamp tucked into one corner. From one of the cabinets, I retrieve the lonesome leftover of the pantry, a bottle of whiskey. As I sense Tina pivot toward me, I raise the bottle like a prized find, playfully gesturing towards her, "Do you?" Herthe cascade of her hair, breathing in the familiarity of her essence. "Yes, please," her response comes with a tantalizing grin, "Oh yes, please," as she advances to the counter and settles upon one of the bar stools. My search begins, rummaging through drawers with the conviction that some usable glasses must be left somewhere. Instead, I come across only a pack of plastic cups, which I seize upon with a hint of chagrin, pouring the whiskey into two. Presenting a cup to Tina, who takes it with an amused glint in her eyes, I can't help but release a light-hearted "oops." "Soooo... what place is this?" she inquires, her silhouette backlit by the room's amber glow, reminiscent of the whiskey swirling in the glass she brings to her lips with contained deliberateness. There's a part of me that yearns to forever hold my tongue, to keep her tethered to my side with the sheer force of her curious desire. I find myself entranced by the graceful movement of her neck as she takes a measured sip, her throat contracting subtly with the liquid's warmth, and my imagination kindles with thoughts of the whiskey's heat lighting a path through her chest. There's an alluring depth to Tina's unvoiced thoughts, which I perceive behind the veil of her searching eyes. "This used to be my home..." I say, the corners of my mouth curving into a discreetslight catch in her throat, betraying the swell of emotions hidden beneath her poised exterior. Straightening my posture, I draw back to take in her face, offering her a smile as I continue, "I haven't lived here for so many years now; I've sold off almost everything, but I could never bring myself to let go of the place entirely. I have a life of happy memories within these walls..." My gaze wanders, getting lost in a reverie of faces, laughter, tears, and the myriad choices that have left their imprint here. I find myself wondering what Tina might see in this space, and then, feeling her intense gaze, I understand she's curious for more, "Still, I come here sometimes, you know?... maybe a couple of times a year. Usually, I sit and read, smoke a cigarette, then leave again for months. I pay a sweet lady to take care of it and keep it in order..." I observe as Tina casts a quick glance at the armchair standing sentinel before the fireplace, then turns back to me with a lifted eyebrow, a playful tease. "Now it all makes almost sense..." she muses. I navigate around the counter, closing the distance to Tina. Placing my hands on her thighs, I guide her to face me, positioning myself between her parted legs. I brush a rebellious lock of hair from her face, my fingertip tracing her profile as if I were rendering her into the world with my touch. She looks up at me, her head tilted slightly back -- it would be so effortless to kiss her, to let my tongue savor her again after all this time. I search her eyes and glimpse something new, a nascent spark; I swallow before asking in a barely audible whisper, "What is it?" and her gaze drifts to my lips. She moistens hers, an action not lost on me, and I understand that she too is abuzz with anticipation, yet she resists succumbing to our mutual longing. "This is what you usually do? Fancy dinners followed by a visit to the loft with glass walls?" she asks, her question tinged with a shade of jealousy. I lean in close, our shared space cracklingblend of anticipation and warmth. My fingers reluctantly untangle from hers as she rummages through her bag, searching for her phone. There it is--she places it on the table with tangible electricity, "No... you've not seen everything yet," I whisper, my lips grazing hers. As she closes her eyes, on the cusp of our kiss, I pull away and stride toward the center of the room. Searching for a remote on the fireplace mantle, I find it, and with a click, life breathes into the electric fireplace. The flickering, choreographed flames dynamically light up the room, casting a warm, inviting sheen. I turn to face Tina, who tilts her head with a smile rippling across her features, and I say, "It was missing the glow of the fireplace. Better, don't you think?". Tina rises gracefully from the stool and closes the distance between us, until we stand face to face And I feel the need to speak "I told you I'm not that kind...I don't cheat. It's just you Tina..." She captures my hands with her own, fingers tracing mine with gentle intimacy, and when she lifts her gaze, I see the dynamic dance of the flames reflected in her eyes. Unconsciously, our bodies inch closer, our eyes darting rapidly between lips and irises in a silent choreography, the heat between us palpable. I feel my skin warm in response to Tina's tension, born of feverish anticipation. It's as if we're poised on the edge, readying ourselves for a kiss that feels like the first. But this kiss is going to differ profoundly, for it is not the uncertain meeting of strangers, but rather the deliberate reunion of two lovers who choose to reacquaint, to rediscover one another. And as we draw so near that I can feel the warmth of her breath mingling with my own, the whiskey scent a shared intoxicant between us, I whisper "I want to kiss you, Tina, may I?" My voice carries the weight of tenderness and passion. I want to be gentle, to preserve the unicity and rarity of our first moment. "Oh, please," she responds, her voice laced with a nearly desperate hunger. Then, it's as if the world fades to black. Our eyes close in unison, and I thread one hand through her hair, capturing silky strands between my fingers, pulling her towarda sense of purpose. "Leave me with a blend of fierce determination and yearning as our lips meet. I feel undone, her lips so soft, so ravenous--it's as if no other kiss has ever existed before this moment, no other mouth, no other woman. It's almost as if I've never truly inhaled until now, and this woman is the very essence of air, her breath filling my lungs. Kissing Tina Kennard is an entirely distinct experience from kissing Tina. It sets my lips ablaze with longing, an insatiable need threatening to consume her. I delve deeper into the kiss and Tina reciprocates with fervor. Our lips part, tongues seeking each other out in a tentative yet passionate embrace. A moan escapes her, a sound that resonates deep within me, vibrating through my very core. The warmth and moisture of her tongue against mine evoke a yearning so deep--I crave for her to be closer, to be a part of me My God, it has been an eternity since I allowed anyone to love me that way. The very thought stirs a tempest within me, electrifying my senses, but I harness my focus back to the kiss and the wish that it could be eternal. I long for us to sustain ourselves on nothing but this moment, to regenerate our life force through the simple act of kissing. Tina's arm encircles me, pulling me tighter to her, shedding every restraint, and I feel as though I might faint from the surge of excitement when she moans again softly into my mouth. I suck gently on her upper lip, then draw her insistently towards me, as if it were somehow possible to be closer yet. Delusional, of course. The realization dawns that I couldn't possibly kiss Tina any deeper, and with a passionate urgency, I clasp her tighter around her waist, her hands now enveloping my neck as if she's holding onto me for salvation. With an almost angry frustration, I guide her backward until she meets the unyielding chill of the glass windows that soar to the ceiling and gaze out upon New York. The decisive contact of her back against the glass elicits a slight gasp, I feel her initially tense, then melt into the pressure of my body against hers. Her hands, once again entwined in my hair, do not relent but pull me closer. I am consumed with a desire to touch her, to trace the contours of her skin, to explore further, to feel every inch of her with my fingers, to kiss her everywhere, to savor her with my tongue, and to cherish her with my lips. It is at this moment of engulfing passion that I grasp the need to stop, to interrupt this sweet agony. Thus, with a move that feels almost against my very nature, I step back from the kiss, separating our desire-thrumming bodies with a gentle firmness, and I stand motionless, beholding her. It feels as though I am reliving our first kiss within the narrow confines of that train's corridor. I gaze at her--beholding her lips, now swollen and reddened from our fervor, our chests heaving in a reflection of the fever burning within us. The tension between us is palpable, like a bowstring pulled taut, teasing with the potential of a visceral release. I know I leave us both ignited, ravenous for a passion we seemed but a breath away from indulging. I read the same torment in Tina, apparent in the way her questioningyour number," she murmurs, and my eyes linger on mine,her while I enter each digit one by one--a simple process that we could have completed so easily in times gone by. How different things might have been I muse, before speaking up again, "Let's meet at Le CouCou, at 7:30". My acquaintance with the restaurant's chef ensures a table can be secured at short notice, a favor owed to the number of clients and collaborators I've brought there in the past. Moreover, that cozy corner of the city remains untouched by the high-flying circles of my wife's acquaintances. Rising from my seat, I pivot towards Angie. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Angie Kennard; I hope we see each other again soon," I tell her, flashing one more conspiratorial wink. Her laughter peals out in response as though she might pleadshe tries to replicate my gesture. Then, I turn back to Tina. "So, I'll see you tonight," I state before she can get a word in, and I make my way toward the entrance. As the doors of the Plaza swing open, the crisp air rushes in, filling my lungs with me to resume our embrace. We remain thus, she with her back against the glass, me a few paces away. Eye to eye, our breaths quicken, excitement and longing palpable in the charged distance between us. But before I fully surrender to Tina, I must understand. I need to know if I am acting self-destructively by consenting once again to be merely a fleeting moment in her life. "How long will you be in New York, Tina?" My words rush out uncontrollably like a river in flood, and a different kind of warmth floods through me. I am wrought with agitation, fearing her response. My question seems to cleave through the atmosphere around Tina like a summer storm, leaving us in a brief, weighted silence; she doesn't answer immediately, and I feel the necessity to know everything--not just piece by piece, but the complete, overarching story. I shake my head, "Where do you live, Tina?" Silence descends between us once more, yet this time Tina relaxes, smiles, and reveals all I need to hear. "I'm here on business; my company has transferred me torenewed vigor. I take a deep breath, allowing the gentle snowfall, almost imperceptible upon touching the ground, to dust my coat. A smile spreads across my face as I wrap myself in my coat and head several startup projects that they've heavily invested in. I lived in Paris until last year, then spent some months in Toronto, and now...I am here," she shares. "I have a sister living in New York; Angie's with her tonight, a chance for her to embrace the role of aunt, which delights her. Currently, I'm at The Plaza, room 734, on Shaolin Productions' bill, until they find me an apartment to comfortably live in for the coming period. I've been in New York for two months..." Mytowards Fifth Avenue, my heart halts, thinking about how much time we've once again lost, and then Tina adds in a low, husky tone, "...and how long I'll stay... I don't think I want it to just depend on my work, Bette..." My heart resumes its rhythm, one slow beat at a time. Immobilized, I am wordless and thoughtless, buoyed and suspended in a sea of possibilities that overwhelms me. Then I see her swallow; shadows and the light from the fireplace render everything less distinct, as though reality itself has become a canvas for our imaginations. She goes on "Now, Bette Porter..." her voice becomes low, sensuous, her gaze locking onto mine with piercing intensity, "Since I've agreed to move to this city knowing I'd find you here, I wish for you to press pause on all other questions--which I assure you, I wish to answer and ask--and come here to kiss merevived as if you've never kissed me before. Please, kiss me as if we have all the time in the world, as if the woman you were with at lunch doesn't phase me. Come back here and kiss me, not with questions but with answers" her tone is decisive, laden with sensuality, igniting more desire within me with each syllable pronounced. I slip off my jacket and advance toward Tina. Her hazel eyes, seeming almost black, plead with me, "I want you come back here and wrap your arms around me because I... I want you, my sweet no ordinary lover, my tempestuous passion. Hold me cause I long for sleepless nights where we make love unrestrained, followed by endless conversations at four in the morning. I desire for you to come over here and kiss me because I crave your passion, your yearning. Because only you, Bette Porter, have managed to send tremors through my body from afar, with just one look and simultaneously draw closer to give meaning to all my shivers." The words Tina speaks convince me to forget all my questions, her statements unlike any I've ever heard from another soul. I relinquish my doubts, fears, the considerations of tomorrow, and the relentless tick of time. I surge towards her and our lips meet fervently. We moan together, her hands grasping my face as if to prevent any possible retreat. But I harbor no intention of pulling away. I reassure myself that all answers can wait, because this is our time--mine and Tina's. Our tongues converse in a language unique to us, our hands clench and embrace, our bodies arching into each other's contours. I allow my hands to caress her face, then descent toward the neckline of the blouse she's wearing. I peel away her suit jacket, letting it fall to the ground as our mouths feast upon one another. I draw back momentarily, gasping for breath, our eyes lock, and I begin to unfasten her blouse, one button at a time, observing her breath catch--a sensation that leaves me breathless as well. I part the folds of her blouse, unveiling the elegant lace bra that caresses her breasts. Lowering my lips, I kiss along her decolletage, and I feel her head languidly tilt back against the glass, her breath quickening. Unfastening her trousers, I descend to assist her in slipping them off, leaving her standing before me in her delicate undergarments, the discarded clothing a testament to our fervor on the floor. She looks at me with raw desire, her head leant back. As she watches me, I slip from my dress, and upon standing almost naked as she is, she whispers in an excitement-laden and breathless voice, "I missed you." The sensation that cascades from my head to toe, invigorating my heartbeat, liberating my lungs, and stirring my arousal, is the most terrible, wrenching, and exquisite thrill of love. Now, with our bodies stripped to near nakedness, we allow our skin to caress, to gently explore. I unhook her bra, and my fingers dance over her skin, leaving a trail of shivers. Her body trembles and I draw her close, pressing kisses to her neck and earning a moan. My hand journeys through her hair, gently tilting her head back, granting myself more space. I bestow kisses, licks along her neck, venturing to her ear, reveling in the sensation. Her hands clasp my hips, pulling me into her. Her leg entwines with me, and I can feel her warmth and moisture, even through the thin fabric of her panties, pressed against me. Everything is natural, everything is exactly as I remember--soft, warm, urgent--yet it feels all brand-new. Nipping at her earlobe, I whisper into her ear followed by a delicate kiss, "You're already so wet, and I've barely begun..." As my hands roam over her breasts, her nipples harden, eager under my palms. She surrenders further into me, and with a breath that holds the weight of time, Tina says, "Oh Bette... you've begun two years ago..." Her hands then traverse possessively down my spine, nails lightly scoring my skin. We kiss with tongues, lips, and unabated desire. I can't wait another minute and begin to journey her body with kisses and caresses. I kneel before her, grasping the edge of her panties without removing them completely. Lowering them slightly, I kiss the line of her oblique muscles, then the jutting hip bone, eliciting her enticing touch upon my head, which fuels my desire further. I lower her panties more, bestowing equal adoration on each side, before sliding them down completely. Bending to kiss her pubic bone, then easing them to the floor. Helping Tina to step free, I then turn to adoring her long legs, marked now with arousal's telltale flush. I glance up briefly and see her bracing both hands against the glass behind her, seeking balance. I desire to take my time, kissing the top of her thighs while her scent intoxicates and enthralls me. Simultaneously, my fingers journey along her legs, dedicating endless attention, caressing, kissing, and inching ever closer to where I know Tina yearns for those same affections. As my mouth grows bolder, her breathing deepens into something more profound. "Bette," she calls out to me, her voice laced with urgency, so I look up to smile, and there, Tina gazes down, her eyes squeezing shut, "Stop teasing..." As we maintain our gaze, I encourage her to part her legs a touch more, then I lift her thigh over my shoulder and let my tongue glide between her legs. She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and moans, thighs already trembling. Perhaps I tremble too, consumed by an ecstasy I feared would never grace my life again. I close my eyes and taste Tina once more, letting other senses guide me; the flavor of Tina is utterly intoxicating. I swirl my tongue around her, finding Tina even more responsive, more ready than I could have imagined. Her heavy breathing, moaning, and leaning into my mouth grows more insistent. Her fingers seek a grip against the glass, and as my hand slides up her torso, over her stomach to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, she quivers violently, finding support with one hand on my shoulder. I burn with an excitement too fervid and throbbing between my own legs, mirroring the swollen warmth I am kissing, licking, and loving between Tina's trembling thighs. "Oh God," she gasps, "Oh, Bette..." And there's something thrilling in the notion that if the world were only to pay close attention, it might bear witness to our love. The thrill of imagining Tina, yielding against the glass window, might seem like a mere illusion to a casual observer, while for me, it stands as the most tangible truth. I moan against her, and I feel her body respond with a slight shudder to the vibration. Tina moves her hand from my shoulder to grasp mine, the one still caressing her breast. Her fingers weave into mine, her grasp growing firmer, resolutely leading me to satisfy her. As our hands come together, I delve my tongue as deep as it will go, trailing along her tender opening with an almost selfish slowness. Her hips writhing, she then, with a decisive gesture, guides my hand exactly where she craves it to be "Inside, I want you inside me" she begs me and as my fingers slip inside her, I first sense her retreat slightly before she resurfaces, pressing back with even greater intent against my mouth and now against my fingers. Tina releases an ecstatic cry, and in this moment, I open my eyes; I need to see her, to have all my senses wholly engaged by Tina. I watch her, and as I feel her tighten around my fingers, Tina tries to catch her breath and then manages to open her eyes just enough to let me see her--pupils dilated, dark, clouded with lust. She places a hand beneath my chin, silently coaxing me upward. "Kiss me, Baby," she utters in a voice fractured by exitment, and her leg gracefully descends from my shoulder, wrapping securely around my waist. Our mouths collide, a tempest unleashed, and our tongues clash together--hungry, slick with desire. Tina moans into our deepening kiss, and perfection imbues the air the moment our intimacy becomes something indefinably closer, endearments exchanged only in whispers. Baby I repeat to myself. And Tina comes on my touch, her mouth upon mine, her back arching against the glass, her core pulsing around my fingers. Her whimpers become strangled; her body seems to seize for an instant, then continuing with the precise level of pressure she needs, she releases a sharp cry, her body quaking with aftershocks. She rests her forehead on my shoulder, my fingers halting their motion, and I plant a kiss on her clammy temple, warm with the light sheen of sweat. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, she gives a shiver at the loss, I stroke her hair, and when she looks up, she smiles--a smile of satiated contentment and dizzying fulfillment. We're both breathless, sharing a gaze that speaks volumes where words fail to tread. Then Tina seeks out my lips again, this time with a softness, her tender lips melding naturally with mine. Her hands roam up to encircle my neck and then cradle the nape of my head, drawing me into her, seeking a more profound kiss. And in this moment, everything is more exquisite than I could have remembered. "That was intense," she breathes out softly, her words weaving through the air bring a gentle smile across my face. Our bodies are entwined, gradually seeking to strive to recover a more serene rhythm of breath. I lean in closer, our lips meeting in a tender kiss, a languid exploration that feels like a conversation without words. The kiss lingers, a delicate exchange, as I share the taste of her -- so vivid and so sweet -- that lingers harmoniously on my tongue and now between us. When Tina licks my upper lip, I can't resist any longer the need for relief from my mounting desire. I close my eyes and kiss her neck, gently nibbling with the caution not to leave a trace, and now I am the one grasping her wrist and guiding her hand, pulling it decisively inside my panties. The mere proximity of her fingers to my core elicits moans of pleasure from deep within. Suddenly, moved by an urge, "Oh, wait..." Tina gasps and withdraws her hand, leaving me adrift in my still-unfulfilled longing, and takes my hand. We move away from the coolness of the window; she leads me in front of the fireplace and then pulls me down onto the carpet with a firm grip around my waist. Tina guides me to lay back, leans over me with a kiss, and then startlingly retracts, a tender smile on her lips. Her hands rest on either side of my face, and I feel her legs maneuver between mine, inviting them to part just enough to welcome her closer. For a suspended moment, we simply gaze at each other, her eyes capturing mine, sparkling as the fireplace casts delicate shadows across the contours of her velvety skin. The warm, rhythmic cadence of her breath is an intimate symphony that pervades my senses. I feel the gentle weight of her body atop mine, each of her movements more intolerable than the last. I yearn for her, desire her; the moment is consuming. With my hands, I gather her messy red hair away from her face, and in the silence punctuated only by the crackling flames, Tina is sliding my underwear down my legs, tossing them aside. My breath quickens into an unsteady rhythm as I watch her kiss down my chest, across my stomach, along the bones of my hips, inching ever closer to my intimacy. She invites my legs to bend as she continues to kiss up the length of my thighs. "Tina..." escapes me, my chest heaving so rapidly that I fear my heart may burst. Tina looks up and pauses her journey along my legs. Her eyes, laden with a silent inquiry for permission, as though they can read my thoughts I can't even remember my last time. Despite the fear of it being too intense to bear, I stroke her face and give a slight nod. The mere thought of Tina between my legs sends tremors through me, and I know she senses it because she returns to me, eyes on eyes and she kisses me gently yet hungry "You can stop me at any moment, If you don't feel comfortable," she whispers, her breath caressing my lips. I feel her pelvis move against mine; I lift my hips slightly seeking more contact, almost hoping--God, how I wish to do that with you, Tina. Maybe another time? Would you do that with me? And watching her, feeling our heats meld together, we both exhale, "I'm just afraid I'd never want you to stop..." I whisper and Tina grins devilishly, kisses my mouth, and then retraces her way down my body. I surrender to the feeling of her body on mine, her hands coaxing my thighs apart as far as they can stretch, and finally, her mouth upon my arousal. I shudder at her initial lick and let out a groan. Tina hums against me and I feel her tongue deftly circling the tender, swollen nub of my pleasure. My breath quicken, becoming labored. I eagerly accept the truth that Tina's mouth is skilled, sensual, and bewilderingly addictive. With a subtle shift, I rotate my hips further forward, and in response, Tina goes inside me and delves deeper. A profound sensation engulfs me as I feel her intimately within--so thorough, so encompassing, her presence pervades my body. Emotions ripple through my core, giving me the sense that Tina possesses the innate knowledge of me. She seems to understand, with experienced precision, the exact spots that unravel me, that transform coherent thoughts into a whirlwind of ecstatic disarray. My fingers weave through her hair, gently pulling as though pleading for her never to stop, to quicken her pace. And her mouth, alongside her fervent tongue, becomes more confident, assertive, and deliberate. I squirm beneath her, emitting a soft, sweet sound, as Tina feasts on me. My thighs clench around her face, my body tingling with each pass of her tongue. She licks me with deep, prolonged strokes, coaxing a cry from my lips, "Fuck--" I gasp. "I've dreamt of having you like this so many times" Tina murmurs against me, her voice a sultry whisper wh. "You taste so divine, Bette." The words alone amplify my arousal and I find myself desiring her fingers inside me, yet the engulfing sensation of her tongue becomes so consuming that I surrender to it, realizing that Tina is always enough. Every tactile response of my body is heightened: I feel the texture of the carpet brushing against my buttocks, Tina's hands holding my thighs, her warm, steady breath on my sex, her tongue moving inside me. I turn my face slightly to the side, lifting my hips, pressing more firmly onto Tina, and then everything becomes... easier. It's effortless to moan, to revel in the release, to let go. It's natural to keep Tina atop me, to tighten my legs and continue to rock my hips at her pace in synchrony. It's with ease that I'm led into the most liberating climax of my life: I feel my body tense from within and shiver outwardly. My back arches, my head tilts back, and my nipples harden. It's so easy to accept Tina's hands searching for mine, grasping them as her mouth brings me through the tail end of my release. It's effortless to let my quivering legs gradually stretch out. It's easy to feel enriched by the fullness Tina has given me. "Come here," I beckon, coaxing her towards me, "Kiss me." Tina, feigning resistance, navigates up my body, coming to rest upon me "I was kissing you..." she says with a smile through the tender kiss we exchange. "Yes... but kiss me like this," I whisper to her. I capture her mouth with my own in a languid, slow and deliberate kiss. Right now, it's not the fiery heat of passion that I yearn for, but rather to savor the tender, soft exchanges of our affection. Tina's tongue meets mine with grace, a gentle tango that keeps us locked in an embrace, unhurried and serene. We continue to kiss, lost in the gentle rhythm of our connection, as our bodies--slick with the sheen of shared warmth--meld into one another, each line and curve dissolving in an intimate fusion of sweat and heat. I wrap my arms around her and guide her to lie next to me. Propping my elbow on the ground, my hand cradles my head. Tina slides her hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me decisively against her lips, kissing me deeply. "You were so good at that..." I confess to her when our lips part from their tender dance. "Can I ask you a question," she ventures, her gaze steady and piercing into mine."a spark of life."

USER: Read this and learn the style "There once was a time"no, please, read this and learn the style "I leaned against the train, looking straight ahead at the mountain towering us. I tightened the scarf a bit more and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly. The first inhale was exceptional, burning in my throat. I felt the nicotine wave invading my body as I leaned my foot against the train, and my knee bent forward. "You had to have flaws." Tina's voice was unmistakable "I wondered when I used to think the hardest thingwould discover the first one". I turned around and saw her leaning out from the train door. I smiled at her, "You have no idea how many others..." and took another deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke with a determined puff of my lungs. She came out, approached me and leaned against the train, almost mimicking my posture. I watched as she tried to find balance in her stance and saw her slightly arching her back, detaching herself from the wall behind her. Oh Tina, if you could know how much I want you to arch against me, whispering in my ear and telling me how close you are-- "Do you want one?" I asked her, offering the freshly opened pack. "No, thanks. I smoke my first and last one fifteen years ago..." It was clear that her answer didn't end there. I waited a few seconds, looking at the snow in front of me before turning my head to invite her to continue, and so she did, "...but I'd like you to have a drink with me tonight." and then Tina turned towards me too, and for a moment, a lifetime, we just looked at each other. My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded so hard that I thought Tina could see it beneath my sweater. There was no way to misunderstand her unsaid words and her gaze, the way she ran her tongue to moisten the corner of her mouth. "Please..." my voice came out husky, perhaps half a tone lower than usual "...Be my guest" I looked at her lips and swallowed heavily. "See you later then" she said and as the snow resumed its confident descent, she returned inside, leaving me there, smoking the last puffs of that cigarette. With hands numb from the cold and cheeks reddened, perhaps more from the thought of the drink than from the cold, I returned shortly after to the train and to my cabin. I can't say whether that day, time passed more quickly, but it seemed like the blink of an eye before I found myself in the bar carriage, looking for Tina among the people sitting, drinking, and chatting. It suddenly seemed that everyone had finally made peace with the whole situation and was truly enjoying this fortunate misadventure at high altitude. There were two boys in uniform, one at the piano and one on the violin, playing background music. I saw her, sitting at a table, observing the room around her, with an expression I recognized easily and felt very familiar: she was looking but not seeing. Her thoughts seemed miles away. But I looked at her and saw her, and I had never been more present in my life than at that moment. I approached and asked her teasingly, "May I?" Tina turned towards me, and a smile formed on her lips. Then, raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards the chair in front of her. "You look stunning," I said, causing another smile, a temporary embarrassment that we quickly shook off by ordering our cocktails. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a light green silk dress with thin straps, no stockings, and certainly no bra. She crossed her legs in a sensual manner so that the dress skirt was slightly raised, just above the knee. I admired, without lingering, the line of the muscle of her crossed bare thigh. I brought the gin and tonic to my mouth and took a sip, while the warmth between my legs intensified, becoming an even more acute desire. Just like that morning, we found ourselves chatting again, and once again without telling each other about ourselves. I didn't know who Tina was, but there was a moment when I thought I knew everything about her. She placed the glass on the lacquered wooden table between us and began to play with its stem. She turned it and twisted it between her fingers. I was sure her mind was thinking of another place and time, so I put my hand on hers. I grasped her fingers, intertwining them with mine, and caressed her delicate and slender wrist with my thumb in a slow and hypnotic manner. It was the first time we touched, and the shivers on her leg betrayed her feels. I knew nothing about her, her life, where she was from, what she did. But at that touch, it was as if our hands and bodies had already brushed against each other in some other era. As the duo played a slow version of "Por una cabeza," Tina looked me straight in the eyes while our fingers began to feel and find each other with more and more desire. "Take me away from here," she whispered and that invitation meant an infinity of possibilities, but there, for us, it meant one thing to me. In that bar carriage of a train we couldn't leave, which couldn't bring us back to our time, the only way I had to take her away was-- I don't know how it happened, but we found ourselves in carriage 7 where I pushed her against the wall of the cabins, not caring if someone might be inside those rooms and hear us. We found ourselves with my body against hers, her hands gripping my hair while her head was tilted backward, resting against the hard surface, staring at me with wide-open eyes full of passion. Excited sighs fill the air around us and She pulled me towards her, my hands only gripping her hips while I wanted to touch her everywhere. But I was waiting, I was living just for the moment when our lips would touch for the first time. I could feel all of her warmth through the light silk of her dress, feel her pelvis, her hips, and chest against mine. I slid one of my legs between hers as we lost ourselves in a gaze. She let out a surprised moan, and I passed an arm around her waist, while with my other hand I grasped her chin, feeling her soft skin, her delicate features under my fingers. Our breaths were out of control when Tina brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was a snap, I thought she wanted to test the waters, almost as if she was trying to understand if that was a boundary to be crossed. And that single touch was enough for me to know that her mouth would become my obsession. If she was the one litting the fire, I was the one to devour her, hungry for her and her body. Our lips collided with ferocity and desire. She gasped into my mouth as my tongue violently began to battle hers; we were not elegant but very desirous. I breathed her moan, and it was like a breath of real oxygen. I ran my hands over her bareback. I descended until I gripped her buttocks between my hands, feeling her pelvis move towards me as Tina brought one leg up around my waist. She bit my lip before licking it, with her eyes open, fixed on mine. She grabbed my belt, but I interrupted her and moved away from our kiss with a sigh, distancing myself from her. Our chests moved rapidly up and down. I saw her sensually arching and moving against that wall. I never took my eyes off her and I managed to keep myself from having her there, under the possible gaze of all the other guests. "Let us in," Tina said, looking at me, and I extended a hand, an invitation to follow me. She grabbed it, and followed me a few steps further in front of the door of my cabin. When I opened the door, I stepped aside and watched Tina as she entered the room and stopped in the center, looking at me with those hazel eyes, which were the most beautiful I had ever askseen. Those eyes seemed to almost beg me, asking me --beto be there with her. And I didn't think for a second longer about choosing those eyes in that era over endless lunches at the Plaza in another. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the key and returned all my attention to Tina. She lunged at me; again, we grabbed each other and dragged one another onto the other. I leaned with all my weight against the door as my arms enveloped Tina's body. We let every chain, every restraint, every thought, become a memory, leaving room only for our sighs and moans. Then I turned her sharply against the door. The contact made her moan, and I grabbed her wrists and brought them above our heads, holding them firmly with a strong grip against the door. I truly made love to her mouth with mine. But God, I was dreaming of tasting, touching and licking her, all of her. I made sure her hands stayed still above our heads and freed mine. My fingers gripped the hem of her dress, scratching decisively the inside of her thighs as I pushed the skirt up towards her waist. I lifted it spoken aloud directly or hintedhigh enough to easily reach the elastic of her panties, which I grabbed and pulled towards me and then down to take them off. I didn't want to be slow and light. I wanted to possess her and take us away from there. I grabbed the leg that was still helping her stay on the ground, and I pushed her harder against the door so I could lift her and anchor us even more. Soon both of her legs were around my hips, her back arched against the door, our eyes lost in each other, and our breaths fast. I could clearly feel her excitement. I did not care about the slick trail I would find on my clothes the next day, I only wanted her to get wetter for me, to respond to my body, my touches, my caresses. She didn't say a word when, concisely and with shortness of breath, she began to unbutton my shirt and pull its tails out of my slacks. I stole a kiss, while my fingers, that wrapped around her buttocks, seemed drawn to her excited and dropping sex. I could touch her, I could already touch her there if I wanted to, if only I had stretched my fingers a little more. I could already feel her softness and I was in danger of losing control. I moaned helplessly into her neck, kissing and biting her throat, and she emitted a hungry and panting sound, as if she couldn't believe I wasn't possessing her yet. I kissed her fiercely, and she reciprocated with more strength and emphasis. Oh, what desire has taken hold of us, Tina! I thought. Then, holding her close to me, in my arms, I turned and moved towards the bed. I was physically stronger, and she seemed like a feather in my arms, when with confident steps, I approached the bed and sat her down there. I took the edge of her dress and lifted it; Tina raised her arms, and I removed it completely. The image of Tina naked on that bed, with reddened lips and big, eager eyes, was like seeing the rarest of artworks. She grabbed my belt and started unfastening it. She slid it off the loops and tossed it onto the bed behind us. "Take them off," she told me, pointing to the pants while grabbing the sides of the open shirt and sliding it down my shoulders and along my arms. My clothes fell to the floor at indirectly--, was the simple yet profound requestthe end of the bed, and I found myself in a bra and panties in front of her, who was completely naked. "You know how beautiful you are? How exciting you are?," she asked, looking at me, at my body as far as her eyes could reach. Then she smiled sweetly, trying to meet my eyes with hers. She moved a bit more up in the bed, and rested her feet on the mattress, knees bent, and hands stretched behind her back to support herself. She slightly widened her legs, opening up to me, but still with a kind of shyness that made her so desirable, so delicate. I felt the warmth between my legs intensify, becoming an even more acute, almost painful, and uncontrollable desire. We stayed like that, looking at each other, for trust.an endless time before I found the courage to speak again as I approached the bed, now so close that I could feel the tickle of the comforter caressing my legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees. "What do you want, Tina?" "You...this" she replied, looking at my hands on her body; her voice was starting to break from desire. I shook my head; I knew we could give each other much more. I knew we could be more. I wanted us to be more. And I'm sure Tina, without me speaking another word, could feel all my thoughts; I understood it by seeing the shivers running through her body, her nerves mixed with excitement. "What do you want, Tina?" I asked her again; this time my voice came out more imperative, secure. "I want you to do...be with me like no woman has ever been..." she did this two years ago, whenimmediately replied and then we stayed in silence for a few heartbeats "...But what do you want, Bette?" she wrote me a note filled with the ink of love, binding my swirling thoughts to the singular hope of seeing her once more, urging me to believe and trust in her heart. But the lunch at the Plaza, which my body is currently attending, eclipses anything Tina could have asked of me. Andadded, her voice low. "Oh, this is because, herenot about me" I pronounced those words before I could realize what I was truly asking her. "No, Bette. That's not what I meant... what... what do you want to do to me?" I felt my eyes sparkle and widen. I couldn't believe I had actually heard those words. I became almost feverish with the thoughts that crossed my mind, but Then I saw her eyes, they were greedy and lustful, but I also glimpsed a flash of uncertainty Is it fear, Tina? And It was that flash that made me start gently stroking her legs. I just wanted her to trust me. That was what I was asking her to do for me. I felt the tension in this room, I share the space with Tina, the air with her, yet I am seated invariably, irrevocably next to my wife. Never in my life haveher muscles release with every caress; I leaned forward and kissed one knee and then the other, and the tension completely disappeared from her body, making just room for us. "...But, please, don't be too gentle" Tina added, panting, already almost out of breath. And that was all I needed. I pushed her knees to open, a very mild pressure to which she responded without any resistance, exposing and opening her deepest self to me, to my gaze. I desired more to easily disentangle myself from this; I have never regretted more not doingher so whenmuch that I had to fight the urge to skip all the foreplay. But I thought we had time, an infinite time until the train would bring us back to our lives. And I wanted to take all the time I could have. "Bette, you're acting strange today. Are you okay?" Her voice reaches me as I stare blankly upon the the porcelain emptiness of my plate. I don't want to lift my gaze; I don't want to risk seeing Tina sitting so close without being able to touch her Not yet, at least. So, I concentrate on the void that stretchesto understand what she liked, what would cause her the strongest shiver. I traced with my eyes the entire line of her body, now completely stretched out before me, allowing the choking tendrils of anxiety to inchuntil I met her gaze again, until I read a plea in her hazel eyes. I lay down on her, between her legs. Her long, defined thighs flexed as I opened them wider, forcing her thighs further apart, our pelvises and breasts pressed against each other, and then all at once I could feel her--Oh, fuck, so soft and hot and wet. Our lips met in a slow, hungry kiss. "I've desired you from that first look, Bette. I've imagined your tongue, your fingers inside me" Tina whispered against my lips, just interrupting the kiss but not pulling away, parting them, and rubbing her tongue inside my mouth. I felt the heat snap in my belly, and I grabbed one of her thighs, making it slide up my throat unabated. "All is well, truly; my appetiteforcefully against the mattress, this time with more strength and determination than before, while I slid down along her body. I nibbled her throat, mouthed her jaw, descended even more as if I had a map to follow, as if I didn't want to miss any centimeter of Tina. "Oh Bette...I love where you're taking me..." Tina laughed out, and I looked up and saw that she was already covering her eyes with the back of her right hand and her body began to move underneath mine. She gasped fervently at the sensation of my tongue surrounding her nipple. We'll come back to this later, I thought, mentally noting her response to that. I continued descending. The more my mouth went down on her, the more I felt her body's responses, her nipples hardening more than I thought possible, and the movements of her chest dictated by fast and deep breaths. I went down until I found myself between her legs and, without further delay, started caressing her sex with my mouth. But I did one caress, just seems to have taken leave of me" I respond and take a modest sip of water, and then reluctantly gracing my wife with a glance. A smile attempts to break through, its authenticity questionableone. I waited for her reaction and Tina moaned even though that first contact was quick and her back arched slightly. I desired more of her; I felt selfish and almost ruthless. After all, she asked me not to be gentle. The next lick to the center of her sex was so ravenous that it made her tremble, but her taste was so intoxicating that I didn't let more than a second pass before doing it again and again. I looked up to her, and I saw a flush of warmth cross her face and go down her chest. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, and her lips seemed almost fuller. Then Tina moved her hips forward, swinging them towards me, clearly communicating what she wanted. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her steady on the mattress. I wanted her to beg me to go on; I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her. Her intoxicating scent captured my brain And I couldn't wait any longer. I threw myself back on her, my voracious mouth on her sex. Tina moaned, almost screamed at bestthe contact, clinging to the bed's headboard and shivering when my tongue slid inside her. Dragging licks and circular movements convinced her to trust me. I would never be able to do anything that could harm her and Tina already knew it. I stimulated the top of her clit, while my mouth made love inside her. I held her firm to the mattress when I felt the movement of her hips just hinted but then, I let her body move freely. "Tina," I whispered breathlessly, "You're extraordinarily delicious". Her moisture slipped down my chin, and I just wanted to savor her forever, where she was hottest and silkiest. As with a rhythm of her hips she thrust deeper into my tongue, I heard her sobbing loud and so I stopped to watch and check on her but she brought her hand to the back of my head, into my hair begging me not to stop "Don't stop...Oh, Bette...please...inside...come inside" she moaned and let out a small stifled cry, her hips swayed more desperately, seeking more, seeking all of me. I hungrily resumed what I was doing and each lick caused a wave of pleasure between her and my legs. When her hand in the moment. Watching her as she deftly maneuvers the silverware, an elegance she possesses without question, I'm dredging the depths for a single compelling reason, just one reason, to remain anchored to her. And yet, when her gaze locks with mine, there is a palpable absence. No flare of passion ignites, no simmering desire, no hint of longing. Her eyes upon me do not ignite the kind of longing to fervently make love right there on the sophisticated linen of our table, to tear away at our clothes driven by unbridled longing and impatience. There was love for a while, then there was and there is convenience and cohabitation.my hair became a plea, I slid three fingers inside Tina, feeling the muscles tremble and tighten around me. She moaned so loud, and that sound became my new favorite music. Tina was tight, hot, and wet, and I quickly found her most sensitive spot. And as these thoughts cross my mind and body, coursing slightly unease through my veins, I allow my gaze to drift, landing delicately upon the woman situated across the room. The woman whose piercing gaze have stripped me bare, seen me in full, looked at, understood and stirred depths within me, excited, and left me utterly captivated. With an effort that echoes the weight of my realizations, I manage to swallow, acknowledging the stark truth that no anchor retains its hold keeping me steadfast to my wife while Tina, it's palpably clear, has firmly lodged herself within me, has anchored herself to me, on that bed in a dimly lit cabin, securing us into each other's existence, anchoring us in a state thatmy mouth sucked and my tongue caressed her, I stimulated the rough and swollen spot inside her till she uncontrollably shuddered. It felt weighty and near immovable. As I register my wife's voice calling out, signaling to beckon the waiter who soon approaches us with the check, a sense of resolve washes over me. "I'll take this," I say, extending my hand to place the credit card upon the gleaming silver tray. "Thank you," she says in her usual tone "Shall we head out? I can take you back to the office," she offers as I stay seated, wrapped in a restlessness I wish I could shout into the void she seems unable to perceive. Not even today, a day that has veered so far from our usual. "You go. I'm walking back. I need to be in the office by 3pm. I got time." As my words linger between us, she casts a fleeting glance my way, and I'm certain she's caught a glimpse of the unusual turmoil within me, a tempest betrayed by my eyes. Yet once again, just as she has recognized it, she opts to disregard the silent plea for understanding. "Alright, just remember dinner tonight. Let's meet there directly; I won't have time to return home. I'll send a car for you at 7:30pm." An absent hum of acknowledgment escapes me; my distraction is so deep that I can't even recall which dinner engagement looms on the horizon. The only place I yearn to be tonight is in Tina's embrace. Then, my wife brushes my cheek with her lips. It's a quick, superficial gesture, born of routine rather than passion. The kiss lacks heat, longing--it is but her most affectionate formality, leaving me feeling more like an afterthought than the object of her desire. She moves away, and as she reaches for her purse, she whispers softly "See you later, Bette"- I watch as she gracefully slides into her coat with the waiter's assistance, my gaze tracing her path toward the exit. As she vanishes from my sight, I pivot towards Tina and I see her staring fixedly, motionless in the direction where she undoubtedly saw my wife leave. I hesitate, observing her from a distance. Her posture is one of unyielding strength and poise--shoulders back and taut. Her head is slightly tilted, as if listening intently to a distant sound. From this vantage point, I can glimpse her faraway look in her eyes,Tina and I had already done it a thousand times, like I knew that body as if she's momentarily transported to another realm. I continue to study her, trying to understand what she's feeling. Then, as she turns a little more to the side, time itself seems to pause. Her sidelong glance searches for me--a silent beckon, a craving. A need. And that's all I need to rise from the table. With each uncertain step I take, tracing what I believe to be fewer than twenty paces, I come to a standstill behind her. I indulge myself, once again, in a fleeting moment of unreciprocated observation--I see her, while she remains unaware of my presence. Gently, I lay a hand upon her shoulder, feeling the tension rise and her muscles tighten under my palm. A wave of trembling fear engulfs me, pounding against my chest. Is this not what you were seeking? Am I causing you discomfort? T, it's only me, these thoughts circle my mind, yet I yearn to whisper them to her, softly, amidst a tender kiss. I believe she senses my intention, my silent message, as I feel her body begin to unwind and relax under my touch. So much, far too much fabric between us, Tina! With renewed assurance, my fingers wrap more firmly around her shoulder. I sense her yielding to the contact, her shoulders inching backward as if searching for a deeper press of my hand upon her. We're frozen in this interlude for a handful of heartbeats--a span of time that stretches into what feels like infinity for me. Briefly closing my eyes, I stand there behind her, drinking in the scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin reaching out to my waiting hand. Beyond my control, much like a reflex, my index finger lifts from her shoulder and edges closer to her face. My heart beats with an intensity that matches the slight tremor in my hand. With the lightest of touches, I brush a delicate spot on her neck, right by her ear, barely grazing her with the backside of my finger. It's a feathery, sensual caress, and for a split second, I'm convinced I feelit had always been beneath mine. When I realized Tina tremble in response. Tina tips her head ever so slightly, as if to accommodate my touch, shortening the space between us. I observe her breathing quicken, and memories of that breath upon my skin come flooding back. Her fragrance intoxicates me, filling my chest--but it's our taste, the essence of us enclosed within my cabin, that my mind fixates on. The taste of Tina that I've pined for during too many restless nights over the past years. As I'm brought back to reality, my gaze settles upon the little girl seated right in front of Tina, who regards me with inquisitive eyes. She can't bewas close, I desired nothing more than five, I reckon, as I observe her swaying on her chair. When our eyes meet, I offer her a smile. In her features, I see much ofto feel her releasing around my fingers. She made a choked, muffled sound. She seemed desperate, and I pumped into her with strength and presence until I achieved what I wanted most: Tina, yet the child's eyes are darker, her skin a richer hue. Her curly hair is boundcompletely undone, so beautifully lost in a bountiful ponytail. I shift to the side, moving my hands from Tina to rest on the back of the vacant chair halfway between the two of them. "May I join you?" I inquire, my smile directed at the little one, who nods her assent with a broad, genuine smile that I return with a quick, conspiratorial wink as if we are sharing a secret bond in that singular moment. Tina turns to face me, and our eyes lock--for a second,and another one. And another one. Until we are both irretrievably aware of each other's complete presence and proximity. "Hey..." Tina's voice breaks, almost breathless, her lips quiver, and her eyes widen. God, how I've missed hearing your voice. The utterance of those three letters envelops me as though I've just heard the opening notes of a pristine melody that no one else has ever been privy to before. And there's a sort of innocence in her tone, in her gaze--an innocence that ignites a fire within me, a heat that nests itself in the pit of my stomach, an innocence I know doesn't exist with Tina in any other context. "Well, hello," I say and we find ourselves almost incapable of uttering anything else, of forming words that could possibly make sense of this shared moment. Our gaze lingers yet another second, and-- "Hi! My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>," the interruption redirects my attention away from Tina, compelling me to grasp the little hand outstretched toward me. I turn to the girl and shake her hand, feeling its firmness within mine, and gentle in the vigour of her youthful grasp. I can perceive Tina's observant gaze upon me, and a warmth suffuses my body. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Angie. I'm Bette." Without releasing my hand, the inquiring child asks, "Bette, who?" I swallow visibly, unsure of what emotions are now etched across my face as I'm swamped by a swell of feelings. I'm caught in the push and pull of hope and dread because, after two years, it's the innocence of a child that is capable of crumbling every wall, closing every fabricated gap between Tina and me. "Porter, Bette Porter," I reply and my eyes quickly seek out Tina's. I catch a flicker of an anxious smile which I mirror, just before she reaches out, resting her hand on my thigh hidden beneath the table, covert enough to remain unnoticed. I feel the flush on my cheeks intensify with the contact, and then Tina leans closer, "Nice to meet you, Bette Porter," she breathes, her whisper barely perceptible but warming my ear and then, as she moves just close enough, I sense the tip of her nose graze against my throat. "I'm Tina Kennard." How is it even possible that even just your name gives me butterflies? And just like that, within a mere minute, everything has transformed. Whilst Angie returns to play with a couple of figurines strewn across the table, Tina and I remain locked in a gaze. I place my hand over hers, still resting on my thigh, as though I intend to prohibit any withdrawal without my consent. We inch closer, our torsos leaning forward so that our hushed whispers can be heard exclusively by each other. "Is it really you?" I inquire, my voice laden with awe at the surreal feeling of her being so close to me once again. As I behold Tina, I find myself entirely unprepared for her beauty, for how irresistibly sexy she is, for how profoundly I have missed her. Tina nods, her silence speaking volumes while the lustre in her eyes conveys more than a thousand words could. I try to draw her closer still, wishing for her face to shield mine from the rest of the world. I let her brave the external stares, for I am not able to at this moment. My cheek softly brushes against hers as my lips tenderly caress and tickle her ear. "Oh Tina...I have so many questions, but far more than that, I'm consumed by so many needs," I whisper, and I can feel the shivers run through her body, see her flesh react with goosebumps, and hear the quickening of her breath. "Please...Ask me..." her voice is low and rough, laden with an edgy desire, "...for both." "Now?" I ask her in a hushed tone, though I'm aware of the forthcoming answer, an understanding that she soon confirms with a gentle shake of her head. With a discreet nod, Tina gestures towards little Angie, who remains seated before us, her presence an unspoken reminder of the delicate timing. "Would you have dinner with me tonight?" I venture, nuzzling softly into the cascade of her hair, breathing in the familiarity of her essence. "Yes, please," her response comes with a slight catch in her throat, betraying the swell of emotions hidden beneath her poised exterior. Straightening my posture, I draw back to take in her face, offering her a smile tinged with a blend of anticipation and warmth. My fingers reluctantly untangle from hers as she rummages through her bag, searching for her phone. There it is--she places it on the table with a sense of purpose. "Leave me your number," she murmurs, and my eyes linger on her while I enter each digit one by one--a simple process that we could have completed so easily in times gone by. How different things might have been I muse, before speaking up again, "Let's meet at Le CouCou, at 7:30". My acquaintance with the restaurant's chef ensures a table can be secured at short notice, a favor owed to the number of clients and collaborators I've brought there in the past. Moreover, that cozy corner of the city remains untouched by the high-flying circles of my wife's acquaintances. Rising from my seat, I pivot towards Angie. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Angie Kennard; I hope we see each other again soon," I tell her, flashing one more conspiratorial wink. Her laughter peals out in response as she tries to replicate my gesture. Then, I turn back to Tina. "So, I'll see you tonight," I state before she can get a word in, and I make my way toward the entrance. As the doors of the Plaza swing open, the crisp air rushes in, filling my lungs with renewed vigor. I take a deep breath, allowing the gentle snowfall, almost imperceptible upon touching the ground, to dust my coat. A smile spreads across my face as I wrap myself in my coat and head towards Fifth Avenue, my heart revived as if by a spark of life."her surrender.""

USER: Read this and learn thelear how to write in the same style "no, please, readand tone "And there's something thrilling in the notion that if the world were only to pay close attention, it might bear witness to our love. The thrill of imagining Tina, yielding against the glass window, might seem like a mere illusion to a casual observer, while for me, it stands as the most tangible truth. I moan against her, and I feel her body respond with a slight shudder to the vibration. Tina moves her hand from my shoulder to grasp mine, the one still caressing her breast. Her fingers weave into mine, her grasp growing firmer, resolutely leading me to satisfy her. As our hands come together, I delve my tongue as deep as it will go, trailing along her tender opening with an almost selfish slowness. Her hips writhing, she then, with a decisive gesture, guides my hand exactly where she craves it to be "Inside, I want you inside me" she begs me and as my fingers slip inside her, I first sense her retreat slightly before she resurfaces, pressing back with even greater intent against my mouth and now against my fingers. Tina releases an ecstatic cry, and in this and learn the style "I leanedmoment, I open my eyes; I need to see her, to have all my senses wholly engaged by Tina. I watch her, and as I feel her tighten around my fingers, Tina tries to catch her breath and then manages to open her eyes just enough to let me see her--pupils dilated, dark, clouded with lust. She places a hand beneath my chin, silently coaxing me upward. "Kiss me, Baby," she utters in a voice fractured by exitment, and her leg gracefully descends from my shoulder, wrapping securely around my waist. Our mouths collide, a tempest unleashed, and our tongues clash together--hungry, slick with desire. Tina moans into our deepening kiss, and perfection imbues the air the moment our intimacy becomes something indefinably closer, endearments exchanged only in whispers. Baby I repeat to myself. And Tina comes on my touch, her mouth upon mine, her back arching against the train, looking straight aheadglass, her core pulsing around my fingers. Her whimpers become strangled; her body seems to seize for an instant, then continuing with the precise level of pressure she needs, she releases a sharp cry, her body quaking with aftershocks. She rests her forehead on my shoulder, my fingers halting their motion, and I plant a kiss on her clammy temple, warm with the light sheen of sweat. Slowly withdrawing my fingers, she gives a shiver at the mountain toweringloss, I stroke her hair, and when she looks up, she smiles--a smile of satiated contentment and dizzying fulfillment. We're both breathless, sharing a gaze that speaks volumes where words fail to tread. Then Tina seeks out my lips again, this time with a softness, her tender lips melding naturally with mine. Her hands roam up to encircle my neck and then cradle the nape of my head, drawing me into her, seeking a more profound kiss. And in this moment, everything is more exquisite than I could have remembered. "That was intense," she breathes out softly, her words weaving through the air bring a gentle smile across my face. Our bodies are entwined, gradually seeking to strive to recover a more serene rhythm of breath. I lean in closer, our lips meeting in a tender kiss, a languid exploration that feels like a conversation without words. The kiss lingers, a delicate exchange, as I share the taste of her -- so vivid and so sweet -- that lingers harmoniously on my tongue and now between us. I tightened the scarf a bitWhen Tina licks my upper lip, I can't resist any longer the need for relief from my mounting desire. I close my eyes and kiss her neck, gently nibbling with the caution not to leave a trace, and now I am the one grasping her wrist and guiding her hand, pulling it decisively inside my panties. The mere proximity of her fingers to my core elicits moans of pleasure from deep within. Suddenly, moved by an urge, "Oh, wait..." Tina gasps and withdraws her hand, leaving me adrift in my still-unfulfilled longing, and takes my hand. We move away from the coolness of the window; she leads me in front of the fireplace and then pulls me down onto the carpet with a firm grip around my waist. Tina guides me to lay back, leans over me with a kiss, and then startlingly retracts, a tender smile on her lips. Her hands rest on either side of my face, and I feel her legs maneuver between mine, inviting them to part just enough to welcome her closer. For a suspended moment, we simply gaze at each other, her eyes capturing mine, sparkling as the fireplace casts delicate shadows across the contours of her velvety skin. The warm, rhythmic cadence of her breath is an intimate symphony that pervades my senses. I feel the gentle weight of her body atop mine, each of her movements more and took a cigarette, lighting it quickly. The first inhale was exceptional, burningintolerable than the last. I yearn for her, desire her; the moment is consuming. With my hands, I gather her messy red hair away from her face, and in my throat. I felt the nicotine wave invading my bodythe silence punctuated only by the crackling flames, Tina is sliding my underwear down my legs, tossing them aside. My breath quickens into an unsteady rhythm as I leaned my foot against the train, and my knee bent forward. "You had to have flaws." Tina's voice was unmistakable "I wondered when I would discover the first one". I turned around and saw her leaning out from the train door. I smiled at her, "You have no idea how many others..." and took another deep drag from the cigarette, then exhaled the smoke with a determined puff of my lungs.watch her kiss down my chest, across my stomach, along the bones of my hips, inching ever closer to my intimacy. She came out, approached me and leaned against the train, almost mimicking my posture. I watchedinvites my legs to bend as she tried to find balance in her stance and saw hercontinues to kiss up the length of my thighs. "Tina..." escapes me, my chest heaving so rapidly that I fear my heart may burst. Tina looks up and pauses her journey along my legs. Her eyes, laden with a silent inquiry for permission, as though they can read my thoughts I can't even remember my last time. Despite the fear of it being too intense to bear, I stroke her face and give a slight nod. The mere thought of Tina between my legs sends tremors through me, and I know she senses it because she returns to me, eyes on eyes and she kisses me gently yet hungry "You can stop me at any moment, If you don't feel comfortable," she whispers, her breath caressing my lips. I feel her pelvis move against mine; I lift my hips slightly arching her back, detaching herself from the wall behind her. Oh Tina, ifseeking more contact, almost hoping--God, how I wish to do that with you, Tina. Maybe another time? Would you could know how much Ido that with me? And watching her, feeling our heats meld together, we both exhale, "I'm just afraid I'd never want you to archstop..." I whisper and Tina grins devilishly, kisses my mouth, and then retraces her way down my body. I surrender to the feeling of her body on mine, her hands coaxing my thighs apart as far as they can stretch, and finally, her mouth upon my arousal. I shudder at her initial lick and let out a groan. Tina hums against me and I feel her tongue deftly circling the tender, swollen nub of my pleasure. My breath quicken, becoming labored. I eagerly accept the truth that Tina's mouth is skilled, sensual, and bewilderingly addictive. With a subtle shift, I rotate my hips further forward, and in response, Tina goes inside me and delves deeper. A profound sensation engulfs me as I feel her intimately within--so thorough, so encompassing, her presence pervades my body. Emotions ripple through my core, giving me the sense that Tina possesses the innate knowledge of me. She seems to understand, with experienced precision, the exact spots that unravel me, that transform coherent thoughts into a whirlwind of ecstatic disarray. My fingers weave through her hair, gently pulling as though pleading for her never to stop, to quicken her pace. And her mouth, alongside her fervent tongue, becomes more confident, assertive, and deliberate. I squirm beneath her, emitting a soft, sweet sound, as Tina feasts on me. My thighs clench around her face, my body tingling with each pass of her tongue. She licks me with deep, prolonged strokes, coaxing a cry from my lips, "Fuck--" I gasp. "I've dreamt of having you like this so many times" Tina murmurs against me, whisperingher voice a sultry whisper wh. "You taste so divine, Bette." The words alone amplify my arousal and I find myself desiring her fingers inside me, yet the engulfing sensation of her tongue becomes so consuming that I surrender to it, realizing that Tina is always enough. Every tactile response of my body is heightened: I feel the texture of the carpet brushing against my buttocks, Tina's hands holding my thighs, her warm, steady breath on my sex, her tongue moving inside me. I turn my face slightly to the side, lifting my hips, pressing more firmly onto Tina, and then everything becomes... easier. It's effortless to moan, to revel in my ear and telling me how close you are-- "Do you want one?" I asked her, offering the freshly opened pack. "No, thanks. I smoke my first and last one fifteen years ago..." It was clearthe release, to let go. It's natural to keep Tina atop me, to tighten my legs and continue to rock my hips at her pace in synchrony. It's with ease that her answer didn'tI'm led into the most liberating climax of my life: I feel my body tense from within and shiver outwardly. My back arches, my head tilts back, and my nipples harden. It's so easy to accept Tina's hands searching for mine, grasping them as her mouth brings me through the tail end there. I waited a few seconds, looking at the snow in front of me before turning my head to invite her to continue, and so she did, "...but I'd like you to have a drink with me tonight." and thenof my release. It's effortless to let my quivering legs gradually stretch out. It's easy to feel enriched by the fullness Tina turned towards me too, and for a moment, a lifetime, we just looked at each other. My stomach twisted, and my heart pounded so hard that I thought Tina could see it beneath my sweater. There was no way to misunderstand her unsaid words and her gaze, the way she ran her tongue to moisten the corner of her mouth. "Please..." my voice came out husky, perhaps half a tone lower than usual "...Be my guest" I looked at her lips and swallowed heavily. "See you later then" she said and as the snow resumed its confident descent, she returned inside, leaving me there, smoking the last puffs of that cigarette. With hands numb from the cold and cheeks reddened, perhaps more from the thought of the drink than from the cold, I returned shortly after to the train and to my cabin. I can't say whether that day, time passed more quickly, but it seemed like the blink of an eye before I found myself in the bar carriage, looking for Tina among the people sitting, drinking, and chatting. It suddenly seemed that everyone had finally made peace with the whole situation and was truly enjoying this fortunate misadventure at high altitude. There were two boys in uniform, one at the piano and one on the violin, playing background music. I saw her, sitting at a table, observing the room around her, with an expression I recognized easily and felt very familiar: she was looking but not seeing. Her thoughts seemed miles away. But I looked at her and saw her, and I had never been more present in my life than at that moment. I approached and asked her teasingly, "May I?" Tina turnedhas given me. "Come here," I beckon, coaxing her towards me, and"Kiss me." Tina, feigning resistance, navigates up my body, coming to rest upon me "I was kissing you..." she says with a smile formedthrough the tender kiss we exchange. "Yes... but kiss me like this," I whisper to her. I capture her mouth with my own in a languid, slow and deliberate kiss. Right now, it's not the fiery heat of passion that I yearn for, but rather to savor the tender, soft exchanges of our affection. Tina's tongue meets mine with grace, a gentle tango that keeps us locked in an embrace, unhurried and serene. We continue to kiss, lost in the gentle rhythm of our connection, as our bodies--slick with the sheen of shared warmth--meld into one another, each line and curve dissolving in an intimate fusion of sweat and heat. I wrap my arms around her and guide her to lie next to me. Propping my elbow on her lips. Then, raising an eyebrow, she nodded towards the chair in front of her.the ground, my hand cradles my head. Tina slides her hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me decisively against her lips, kissing me deeply. "You look stunning," I said, causing another smile, a temporary embarrassment that we quickly shook off by ordering our cocktails. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a light green silk dress with thin straps, no stockings, and certainly no bra. She crossed her legs in a sensual mannerwere so that the dress skirt was slightly raised, just above the knee. I admired, without lingering, the line of the muscle of her crossed bare thigh. I brought the gin and tonic to my mouth and took a sip, while the warmth between my legs intensified, becoming an even more acute desire. Just like that morning, we found ourselves chatting again, and once again without telling each other about ourselves. I didn't know who Tina was, but there was a moment when I thought I knew everything about her. She placed the glass on the lacquered wooden table between us and began to play with its stem. She turned it and twisted it between her fingers. I was sure her mind was thinking of another place and time, so I put my hand on hers. I grasped her fingers, intertwining them with mine, and caressed her delicate and slender wrist with my thumb in a slow and hypnotic manner. It was the first time we touched, and the shivers on her leg betrayed her feels. I knew nothing about her, her life, where she was from, what she did. Butgood at that touch, it was as if our hands and bodies had already brushed against each other in some other era. As the duo played a slow version of "Por una cabeza," Tina looked me straight in the eyes while our fingers began to feel and find each other with more and more desire. "Take me away from here," she whispered and that invitation meant an infinity of possibilities, but there, for us, it meant one thing to me. In that bar carriage of a train we couldn't leave, which couldn't bring us back to our time, the only way I had to take her away was-- I don't know how it happened, but we found ourselves in carriage 7 where I pushed her against the wall of the cabins, not caring if someone might be inside those rooms and hear us. We found ourselves with my body against hers, her hands gripping my hair while her head was tilted backward, resting against the hard surface, staring at me with wide-open eyes full of passion. Excited sighs fill the air around us and She pulled me towards her, my hands only gripping her hips while I wanted to touch her everywhere. But I was waiting, I was living just for the momentthat..." I confess to her when our lips wouldpart from their tender dance. "Can I ask you a question," she ventures, her gaze steady and piercing into mine. "Didn't we say question truce?" I tease her with a playful lilt in my voice, then nod, granting her silent permission to proceed. In that moment, I lean in and plant a soft kiss upon the tip of her nose--an affectionate prelude--followed by a featherlight touch upon the tip of her full lips. "How long has it been since you allowed someone close...like that?" I give her a response, an artful evasion wrapped in words, that moves around the edges of the question without ever truly alighting upon it "That good? A lifetime" but the truth is that I do not answer; there is a kind of shame in laying bare these details of my life. We shift slightly and remain facing each other on our sides, eye to eye. Tina too props her elbow on the ground, her head resting atop her hand. My fingers trace the contours of her face, brushing aside a lock of hair. I study her features, notice her lips still flushed from our intimacy. Leaning in, I offer a soft, gentle sweet peck. "Can I ask you another question?" she inquires as I continue to stroke her bare shoulder, my fingers delineating the prominent outline of her collarbone, ascending to her neck, then back to her shoulder again. Every inch of her skin, her entire form, radiates a sensual and perfect beauty. "Of course..." "Have you ever regretted what happened on that train?" she asks, her voice tinged with apprehension. I close the gap between us again, a faint smile punctuating my movement. Gently caressing her cheek with the tip of my nose, I whisper, "Regretting... this?" and I kiss her softly on the temple. "Or this?" I inquire, already kissing my way down to her jawline. Another kiss on her neck, slightly longer and more drawn out, prompts her to shiver, despite the still-blazing fireplace at our feet. Pulling back to restore the space that allows me to gaze directly into her eyes, I question, "How could I possibly regret any of this?". Her smile in response is genuine, evident. I allow any lingering doubts to settle, to ensure nothing remains unresolved between us. But then I pose my own question, "May I ask you something?" Tina's eyes widen in response, and she nods, studying my mouth, my features. "Why did you come to sit with me that morning for the first time.breakfast?" A wistful laugh escapes her, "I wanted to get to know you..." "Tina..." "Bette..." she echoes my tone mockingly before her expression sobers, her voice dropping. "It was a time when... I felt lonely. I'd often accepted one-night stands - unencumbered, without demands or promises..." "So, with me on that train, it was out of loneliness?" My heart feels as though it slows, and while I hold no right to presume more, I hope--against hope--that Tina chose me for a fairytale yet to be penned. Her gaze lifts skyward as if searching for just the right words, "Perhaps it started that way, Bette. Because I wanted to feel less lonely... but..." she hesitates, meeting my eyes directly, "but?" I encourage her with a whisper, my breath suspended "...the moment your hand brushed against mine, you became my necessity." Tina takes my hand and draws it to her face, gracefully turning it to kiss the open palm, then slowly traveling up to my wrist. She then moves closer, kissing the corner of my eye, my cheekbone, then the corner of my mouth. When she pulls away, leaving a hollow longing within me, she says, caressing my features, "I love these fine smile lines around your eyes," and traces them with her fingertips. I surrender to her touch, closing my eyes to savor the sensation of her gentle explorations upon me. "I'm just aging, Tina Kennard." "You're aging sexier then, Bette Porter," she retorts swiftly, drawing a smile from me before I click my tongue in jest, feigning disagreement with her view. However, suddenly the weight of all the decisions that lay ahead, which both of us must address, starts to encroach, while my body yearns to yield again to this woman watching me, my thoughts drift elsewhere. "Tina...I think we..." "How long have you been married?" she asks, interrupting me, her tone losing some of its warmth. "Many years..." "Do you have children?" "No, children slow your career" I sadly answer, mimicking my wife's words, finding easily a way for resenting her for the family we didn't have I could have not accepted it... I think and my voice cracks. Tina gazes at me with tenderness. Impulsively I resume caressing her shoulder, gliding my finger along the highlighted curve of her collarbone, back up to her neck, and then down to her shoulder once more and down along her side. Every inch of her skin, her body, is so sensuous, so incredibly beautiful. "Of course...Are you happy, Bette?" "Right now?" "No, with her..." "Oh...It's not that straightforward. I don't always know what I feel, Tina. And with her, it's... complicated. There are days when I think I still love her, when I'm content with my life. And there are days when all I want is an escape. So, I don't know if I'm happy, usually, I let go and let myself just be..." "What's her name?" I don't know why Tina asks me this, but the mere thought of uttering my wife's name in front of her paralyzes me. I find myself reluctant to relinquish the joy that now envelops me--a sentiment so real that the words to convey it to Tina elude me, my courage falling short of giving voice to such feeling, so I just let my hand trail from her hip to the center between her thighs. Tina moans, her eyes closing and her head falling back. I lean in closer to her. "Do you really want to talk about her? Now?" I whisper, mouthing against her jawline. And Tina's hands gently but insistently presses my shoulders to the ground, persuading me down, her command whispered with a growl of assertive tenderness into my ear -- "Lay back". Obeying her directive, I feel all of her warmth through the light silk of her dress, feel her pelvis, her hips, and chest against mine. I slid one of my legs between hersthe ground beneath me and her presence hovering above. Then, with deliberate intent, she straddles me, her silhouette a portrait of fervent desire silhouetted by the soft glow of the room. Her lips find mine in a possessive kiss, searing away any lingering thoughts from my mind. "No," she breathes out, her voice laced with conviction as we lost ourselvesbreak apart, her eyes locking onto mine, dismissing any concerns I have about the other in a gaze. She let out a surprised moan, and I passed an arm around her waist, while with my other hand I grasped her chin, feeling her soft skin, her delicate features under my fingers. Our breaths were out of control when Tina brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was a snap, I thought she wanted to test the waters, almost as if she was trying to understand if that was a boundary to be crossed. And that single touch was enough for me to know that her mouth would become my obsession. If she was the one litting the fire, I was the one to devour her, hungry for her and her body. Our lips collided with ferocity and desire. She gasped into my mouth as my tongue violently began to battle hers; we were not elegant but very desirous. I breathed her moan, and it was like a breath of real oxygen. I ran my hands over her bareback. I descended until I gripped her buttocks between my hands, feeling her pelvis move towards me as Tina brought one leg up around my waist. She bit my lip before licking it, with her eyes open, fixed on mine. She grabbed my belt, but I interrupted her and moved away from our kiss with a sigh, distancing myself from her. Our chests moved rapidly up and down. I saw her sensually arching and moving against that wall. I never took my eyes off her and I managed to keep myself from having her there, under the possible gaze of all the other guests. "Let us in," Tina said, looking at me, and I extended a hand, an invitation to follow me. She grabbed it, and followed me a few steps further in front of the door of my cabin. When I opened the door, I stepped aside and watched Tina as she entered the room and stopped in the center, looking at me with those hazel eyes, which were the most beautiful I had ever seen. Those eyes seemed to almost beg me, asking me to be there with her. And I didn't think for a second longer about choosing those eyes in that era over endless lunches at the Plaza in another. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the key and returned all my attention to Tina. She lunged at me; again, we grabbed each other and dragged one another onto the other. I leaned with all my weight against the door as my arms enveloped Tina's body. We let every chain, every restraint, every thought, become a memory, leaving room only for our sighs and moans. Then I turned her sharply against the door. The contact made her moan, and I grabbed her wrists and brought them above our heads, holding them firmly with a strong grip against the door. I truly made love to her mouth with mine. But God, I was dreaming of tasting, touching and licking her, all of her. I made sure her hands stayed still above our heads and freed mine. My fingers gripped the hem of her dress, scratching decisively the inside of her thighs as I pushed the skirt up towards her waist. I lifted it high enough to easily reach the elastic of her panties, which I grabbed and pulled towards me and then down to take them off. I didn't want to be slow and light. I wanted to possess her and take us away from there. I grabbed the leg that was still helping her stay on the ground, and I pushed her harder against the door so I could lift her and anchor us even more. Soon both of her legs were around my hips, her back arched against the door, our eyes lost in each other, and our breaths fast. I could clearly feel her excitement. I did notmy life. "I don't care about the slick trail I would find on my clothes the next day, I only wanted her to get wetter for me, to respond to my body, my touches, my caresses. She didn't say a word when, concisely and with shortness of breath, she began to unbutton my shirt and pull its tails out of my slacks. I stole a kiss, while my fingers, that wrapped around her buttocks, seemed drawn to her excited and dropping sex. I could touch her, I could already touch her there if I wanted to, if only I had stretched my fingers a little more. I could already feel her softness and I was in danger of losing control. I moaned helplessly into her neck, kissing and biting her throat, and she emitted a hungry and panting sound, as if she couldn't believe I wasn't possessing her yet. I kissed her fiercely, and she reciprocated with more strength and emphasis. Oh, what desire has taken hold of us, Tina! I thought. Then, holding her close to me, in my arms, I turned and moved towards the bed. I was physically stronger, and she seemed like a feather in my arms, when with confident steps, I approached the bed and sat her down there. I took the edge of her dress and lifted it; Tina raised her arms, and I removed it completely. The image of Tina naked on that bed, with reddened lips and big, eager eyes, was like seeing the rarest of artworks. She grabbed my belt and started unfastening it. She slid it off the loops and tossed it onto the bed behind us. "Take them off," she told me, pointing to the pants while grabbing the sides of the open shirt and sliding it down my shoulders and along my arms. My clothes fell to the floor at the end of the bed, and I found myself in a bra and panties in front of her, who was completely naked. "You know how beautiful you are? How exciting you are?," she asked, looking at me, at my body as far as her eyes could reach. Then she smiled sweetly, trying to meet my eyes with hers. She moved a bit more up in the bed, and rested her feet on the mattress, knees bent, and hands stretched behind her back to support herself. She slightly widened her legs, opening up to me, but still with a kind of shyness that made her so desirable, so delicate. I felt the warmth between my legs intensify, becoming an even more acute, almost painful, and uncontrollable desire. We stayed like that, looking at each other, for an endless time before I found the courage to speak again as I approached the bed, now so close that I could feel the tickle of the comforter caressing my legs. I placed my hands on her bent knees. "What do you want, Tina?" "You...this" she replied, looking at my hands on her body; her voice was starting to break from desire. I shook my head; I knew we could give each other much more. I knew we could be more. I wanted us to be more. And I'm sure Tina, without me speaking another word, could feel all my thoughts; I understood it by seeing the shivers running through her body, her nerves mixed with excitement. "What do you want, Tina?" I asked her again; this time my voice came out more imperative, secure. "I want you to do...be with me like no woman has ever been..." she immediately replied and then we stayed in silence for a few heartbeats "...But what do you want, Bette?" she added, her voice low. "Oh, this is not about me" I pronounced those words before I could realize what I was truly asking her. "No, Bette. That's not what I meant... what... what do you want to do to me?" I felt my eyes sparkle and widen. I couldn't believe I had actually heard those words. I became almost feverish with the thoughts that crossed my mind, but Then I saw her eyes, they were greedy and lustful, but I also glimpsed a flash of uncertainty Is it fear, Tina? And It was that flash that made me start gently stroking her legs. I just wanted her to trust me. That was what I was asking her to do for me. I felt the tension in her muscles release with every caress; I leaned forward and kissed one knee and then the other, and the tension completely disappeared from her body, making just room for us. "...But, please, don't be too gentle" Tina added, panting, already almost out of breath. And that was all I needed. I pushed her knees to open, a very mild pressure to which she responded without any resistance, exposing and opening her deepest self to me, to my gaze. I desired her so much that I had to fight the urge to skip all the foreplay. But I thought we had time, an infinite time until the train would bring us back to our lives. And I wanted to take all the time I could to understand what she liked, what would cause her the strongest shiver. I traced with my eyes the entire line of her body, now completely stretched out before me, until I met her gaze again, until I read a plea in her hazel eyes. I lay down on her, between her legs. Her long, defined thighs flexed as I opened them wider, forcing her thighs further apart, our pelvises and breasts pressed against each other, and then all at once I could feel her--Oh, fuck, so soft and hot and wet. Our lips met in a slow, hungry kiss. "I've desired you from that first look, Bette. I've imagined your tongue, your fingers inside me" Tina whispered against my lips, just interrupting the kiss but not pulling away, parting them, and rubbing her tongue inside my mouth. I felt the heat snap in my belly, and I grabbed one of her thighs, making it slide up forcefully against the mattress, this time with more strength and determination than before, while I slid down along her body. I nibbled her throat, mouthed her jaw, descended even more as if I had a map to follow, as if I didn't want to miss any centimeter of Tina. "Oh Bette...I love where you're taking me..." Tina laughed out, and I looked up and saw that she was already covering her eyes with the back of her right hand and her body began to move underneath mine. She gasped fervently at the sensation of my tongue surrounding her nipple. We'll come back to this later, I thought, mentally noting her response to that. I continued descending. The more my mouth went down on her, the more I felt her body's responses, her nipples hardening more than I thought possible, and the movements of her chest dictated by fast and deep breaths. I went down until I found myself between her legs and, without further delay, started caressing her sex with my mouth. But I did one caress, just one. I waited for her reaction and Tina moaned even though that first contact was quick and her back arched slightly. I desired more of her; I felt selfish and almost ruthless. After all, she asked me not to be gentle. The next lick to the center of her sex was so ravenous that it made her tremble, but her taste was so intoxicating that I didn't let more than a second pass before doing it again and again. I looked up to her, and I saw a flush of warmth cross her face and go down her chest. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, and her lips seemed almost fuller. Then Tina moved her hips forward, swinging them towards me, clearly communicating what she wanted. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her steady on the mattress. I wanted her to beg me to go on; I wanted her to desire me as much as I desired her. Her intoxicating scent captured my brain And I couldn't wait any longer. I threw myself back on her, my voracious mouth on her sex. Tina moaned, almost screamed at the contact, clinging to the bed's headboard and shivering when my tongue slid inside her. Dragging licks and circular movements convinced her to trust me. I would never be able to do anything that could harm her and Tina already knew it. I stimulated the top of her clit, while my mouth made love inside her. I held her firm to the mattress when I felt the movement of her hips just hinted but then, I let her body move freely. "Tina," I whispered breathlessly, "You're extraordinarily delicious". Her moisture slipped down my chin, and I just wanted to savor her forever, where she was hottest and silkiest. As with a rhythm of her hips she thrust deeper into my tongue, I heard her sobbing loud and so I stopped to watch and check on her but she brought her hand to the back of my head, into my hair begging me not to stop "Don't stop...Oh, Bette...please...inside...come inside" she moaned and let out a small stifled cry, her hips swayed more desperately, seeking more, seeking all of me. I hungrily resumed what I was doing and each lick caused a wave of pleasure between her and my legs. When her hand in my hair became a plea, I slid three fingers inside Tina, feeling the muscles tremble and tighten around me. She moaned so loud, and that sound became my new favorite music. Tina was tight, hot, and wet, and I quickly found her most sensitive spot. And as my mouth sucked and my tongue caressed her, I stimulated the rough and swollen spot inside her till she uncontrollably shuddered. It felt as if Tina and I had already done it a thousand times, like I knew that body as if it had always been beneath mine. When I realized Tina was close, I desired nothing more than to feel her releasing around my fingers. She made a choked, muffled sound. She seemed desperate, and I pumped into her with strength and presence until I achieved what I wanted most: Tina, completely undone, so beautifully lost in her surrender.""her.""