0 comments/ 12812 views/ 0 favorites Ofelia Ch. 01 Pt. 07-08 By: CervanServidor vii. Daniel found Ofelia in the staff room the next morning, enjoying her 9:15 break. There were a few others in the room, but Ofelia was sitting by herself, checking some text messages on her cell phone. She looked delicious, as usual. Today she was wearing a sleeveless white blouse and some black jeans. Her hair was pinned up, and she looked well-rested and fresh as a daisy, which was always a wonder being that the mill was hot and she was an industrious worker. Daniel approached the opposite side of the table she sat in and stood there for a moment; but Ofelia was so engrossed in her phone that she didn't look up, though she sensed someone was there. Daniel had a moment to notice that the first two buttons of her blouse were undone, affording, at least from his vantage point, a view of the top of her lacy white bra, and the soft flesh of her little breasts inside them. "Oh, hey!" Ofelia said, looking up finally. "Is something wrong?" Daniel took a seat across from her, "Mind if I join you?" "No, I don't mind." Ofelia replied, and smiled pleasantly at him across the table. She saw his eyes flit from her eyes to her breasts and back to her eyes. She glanced down and noticed that her blouse was opened wider at the top. She casually closed the gap, but didn't fasten the buttons. "Do you need me for something?" "No, Ofelia, I just had a few minutes, I was walking by and I saw you in here..." "Okay." Ofelia said, and smiled at him. "So why is the prettiest girl in the whole mill sitting all by herself?" Daniel asked her. Ofelia's smile grew wider, and she thanked him for the compliment. While she spoke he noticed that she kept glancing over at the other tables, as if to see if she and the boss were being watched. "Oh, I don't know." she told him, "I guess maybe I smell." Daniel's eyebrows came together. He leaned over the table and sniffed the air like a hunting dog. Ofelia giggled. "Nope," he said, "I don't think that's the problem. All I smell is lavender, jasmine, and maybe a faint hint of sexy Latina." "Guey!" Ofelia said, rolling her eyes, "I'm going to tell my fiance on you." She tilted her head and averted his gaze for a moment, then let her eyes look at the curly black hairs sprouting up out of his open collar. Daniel had noticed that when he was walking past her in the mill Ofelia would look at him and smile, and her eyes would always drop below his belt and stay there for a second, then go back up to his eyes. Daniel never thought of himself as a very "sexy" person, but Ofelia had a way of making him feel sexy. Daniel leaned forward and said to her quietly, "I wish I could take you out for a drink just once before you got married." Ofelia pretended that her feminine sensibilities had been offended, "Huh.." she gasped, "I mean it, I'm going to tell on you. You're bad." "Seriously." Daniel said, and he let Ofelia see him glance down at her breasts again. "Just one drink. You can invite your fiance. I just want the chance to see you in some way that's not connected with this horrible place. It'll be the three of us. What do you say?" Ofelia said, "Well, I don't drink, and Leonard doesn't drink either." Daniel persisted, "Coffee then. You and Leonard and me, Starbucks, this afternoon." he tapped the table. "Leonard works at night. He don't get home till like, ten thirty. Oh well, nice try." Ofelia answered, smiling and playing with her cell phone, flipping the cover open and closing it again and again. "Will you come with me by yourself? I promise, it's just for coffee and a little conversation. Kind of like a department meeting, except....like... without the rest of the department." Ofelia answered, after a pause. Her eyelashes lifted up slowly. "Okay, I'll go with you. If it's just as friends then it's no problem." "Great!" Daniel said, and drummed on the table in triumph. "Do you want me to pick you up, or maybe you'd rather meet me there?" "Well, I think you should probably pick me up. My car's got problems and Leonard didn't get a chance to fix it yet." Ofelia said, "I don't trust it." "Alright then, I'll pick you up at say, five o'clock this afternoon?" "Okay." Daniel had Ofelia give him directions to her apartment. She scribbled them down on a piece of paper she got from her purse and gave it to him. Several people in the break room saw it, but Ofelia didn't care. If they wanted to talk, let them talk. Besides, she knew that she and her boss were going out just as friends. She had nothing to be ashamed of, and if there was any controversy, well, that was because people liked controversy. Ofelia was ascending the stairs to her apartment building just as Leonard was coming down. He was dressed in his usual pressed Dockers, long sleeved shirt, and red vest, his name tag reading "ASST. GROC. MANAGER" in big bold capitals. He was a decent looking young man, clean cut, immaculately groomed, obviously someone who placed a great deal of importance on making a good first impression. He smelled tastefully, and discreetly, of pricey cologne. "Hey, you're late." He said, when he was one step above his fiance. "Sorry!" Ofelia answered, "My car stalled two times on the way back!" Leo went down onto the same step as Ofelia and gave her a kiss. She put her hands to his chest and made it a short kiss, and said in an urgent voice, "I have to pee!" "Okay, okay, I'm late anyway. I was waiting for you." Leonard said, "I'll call you sometime later." "Okay." Ofelia said, then she acted as if she had just remembered something long forgotten. "Oh, I might not be home! Mr. Davidson wants me to go somewhere with him. He says he has something to talk to me about. Something to do with work." Leonard's expression reflected his mixed reactions to this information. In fact, he was incredulous, but not angry. "Oh...alright. He couldn't talk to you at work? Well, no, it's okay with me. That's how it is sometimes. How about you call me at work when you get back?" "I will, as soon as I get home. It won't be late." Ofelia told him. "Alright." Leonard said, then he smiled shrewdly, "Just remember what most of us guys are after, okay"? "Don't worry about that." Ofelia replied, "It aint like that at all. He knows I'm getting married. Besides, he invited both of us at first! I told him you work at night. He was disappointed. He wants to meet you." "Uh-huh." Leonard said, fighting back the desire to laugh out loud. "Like the way a bear wants to meet a bear trap." Ofelia folded her arms and gave him her usual stare. "Are you gonna let me go and pee or what?" "Call me later." Leonard said, going past Ofelia down the stairs. "Don't forget!" "I won't." Ofelia called back to him; then she added "And remember, okay, it's just like, a work meeting thing. I bet it's going to be so boring" Leonard waved at her without turning around and Ofelia bounded up the stairs to her apartment. Manual wasn't home, which was good because Ofelia wouldn't have to waste time trying to explain to him where she was going that afternoon and why. Dominga was cooking some tamales in the kitchen. Several big kettles were on the stove, steam piping from under their lids. At forty-two Dominga was still a very handsome woman. Virtually no one could understand what Ofelia's father saw in that woman he ran off with, a tacky gringa with fake blond hair, fake boobs, and skin grown leathery from lying around in tanning booths up and down Califonia's west coast. The two women exchanged pleasantries and small talk, and finally Ofelia was able to head for the bathroom. She actually didn't have to pee. She undressed and stepped into the shower. She washed herself thoroughly, especially between her legs and around the back. For a moment she considered taking the pink Bic razor she used on her legs from its soap dish and shaving herself smooth. Her pubic hair was short but very thick, and she looked down there, running her fingers through it, pulling it, debating in her mind whether or not she should rid herself of it. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, being smooth there again like a young girl; she imagined Leonard's reaction. It would only make him want to consummate their relationship even more, to see her "kitty" naked and silky smooth. Then she imagined how some of the young men would react when they saw her the next time down by the pool. Of course they would notice that she had shaved herself there, she thought, since they were constantly looking at that particular part of her anatomy, being the naughty young devils they were. She knew that when she wore a bikini some of her hairs were always showing out the sides, and she was aware that this was not exactly fashionable-- despite the fact that her admirers no doubt enjoyed the chance to see them-- and Ofelia was nothing if not fashion-conscious, at least in respect to how one dressed and everything in connection with one's appearance. Finally she smiled despite her misgivings and lathered herself up with soap, then took the razor and began to shave the area, starting with the outside and the top and working her way downwards and inwards. She was especially careful once she got to her vulva. She put one foot up on the side of the bathtub and pulled up at the top of her groin so that she could look down and see what she was doing. It took longer than she expected, and the water was starting to cool. She soaped herself and applied the razor again, running the blade gingerly along her fleshy outer labia, going all the way under until she was actually swiping it along the tender and pleated perimeter of her bottom's hole. When she was finished she rinsed herself thoroughly and enjoyed how it felt to her fingers. She looked down and could see the small pink lips between her middle and index finger, the protruding hood at the top and the sharp V where they opened up like tiny satin curtains. She took her other hand and touched the little pink bud that blossomed between those smaller lips at the top, and it caused a familiar charge of sensation which on one hand made her feel guilty and on the other made her want to keep touching it. Leonard was apparently oblivious to that part of her anatomy,-- and she had no intention of leading him to it until they were married-- but some young men knew just where and how to touch her. Still others went at that spot too aggressively. As far as she had gone with a very wide variety of men, Ofelia had never allowed one to get his tongue between her legs, or even very near it. That was simply too intimate a thing to be thought of as harmless play, or a childish game. There were a few whom she had allowed to kiss her breasts, but never down below. That was something that only a husband should do. As much as she was tempted to touch herself in a way that caused her such stimulation, Ofelia had always avoided it. She had never masturbated. It was one of those things that seemed almost certainly sinful, like smoking, or drinking, or using drugs. In her mind she had successfully rationalized her behavior in other areas to the point where she no longer felt any guilt when she engaged in such behavior, even though underneath, deep down, she knew that these things she did were not good things to do at all. One of those things was thinking herself superior to others. She knew that as a Christian (mostly, she would say, but not like, in a crazy way) this was undoubtedly not what a person ought to do, but she did it regardless. She couldn't help it, really. She simply knew that she was prettier and smarter than most people, and just better all around. It wasn't her fault, it was just true. The other thing she did which she knew was not something she ought to be proud of was allowing men to see her and sometimes (only if the conditions were right) touch her in ways that were considered inappropriate. But the fact was, doing those things excited her like nothing else. When she was being admired, it was exciting. It caused a warmth in her belly and a fluttery, almost intoxicating pleasure that was caused by nothing else and to which nothing else could be compared. If a young man told her that she was beautiful, it pleased her but not in the same way or to the same degree it that it pleased her when that same young man was watching her in a certain way; and this pleasure was increased a thousandfold if that same man was able to see something which he wasn't supposed to see. viii. Daniel arrived when he said he would and he took Ofelia to Starbucks just like he said he would, but he didn't keep any of his other promises. Of course that was no surprise to Ofelia, nor was it a disappointment. After they had their latte and cappuccino they went for a drive, and by about three minutes into the drive Daniel had his hand on Ofelia's leg. Ofelia had decided to wear a light, cottony summer dress for their outing, because it was still hot even though it was already into September. She had her hair in two long braids, and Daniel said she looked like Pocahontas, only prettier. She had sandals on her feet and kicked them off when she was in the car. Ofelia was talking when she felt his hand light on her leg just above her knee, and she felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot through her; but she was so slick by this time that there was not the faintest change in her voice. She continued speaking the way a married woman would continue speaking if her husband of ten years put his hand on her leg. He gave a little squeeze, and Ofelia felt herself grow slippery between her legs. "...so eventually, I guess, I'd like to go to school for Nursing. I know I don't want to be working in a laundry until I'm an old lady like Beatriz." "Little Worker Bee." Daniel said, using the nickname Beatriz had gotten stuck with at the mill. He was nodding and smiling while moving his hand slowly, inch by inch, upwards on Ofelia's smooth thigh. Finally Ofelia turned to him but made sure to keep her voice pleasant, "Hello!" she said, "I'm engaged?" Daniel took his hand away and whined, "Busted. Rats." "Sheeez." Ofelia said, with a truncated smile that accentuated her dimples, "You're a bad boy." "Oh, I'm not all that bad." her boss said, "Can I help it that you're so beautiful? You know, Ofelia, that fiance of yours is about the luckiest guy in the world from what I can see. I hope he knows it." "I'm lucky too." Ofelia said, "He's a very good man. I won't find anybody else like him." They drove on and eventually Daniel pulled up outside Ofelia's apartment building. Ofelia was surprised, and she gave Daniel a jolt when she turned to him and asked, "Do you like to swim?" Daniel opened his mouth but nothing came out at first. He shook his head, then shrugged, and stuttered, "Not rr...I mean...I guess....sure..." "Do you want to come swimming with me? There's a pool here." Ofelia asked him. Before he answered she smiled and said, "You just have to promise you won't go under the water and spy on me or something!" Finally Daniel said, "I don't keep swim trunks in the glove compartment, sweetie." Ofelia said, "You can wear one of my brother's. You're about the same size, only you have a bigger stomach." She smiled and poked her boss in the belly playfully. Then she giggled, doing a ridiculously accurate impression of the Pillsbury Doughboy. Daniel agreed, reluctantly. When they were going up the stairs to Ofelia's apartment he warned her, wagging his finger threateningly, "If you make fun of me, you're fired!" Ofelia introduced Daniel to Dominga and Manuel, who happened to be on their way out just as Ofelia was coming through the door. Manuel never made eye-contact with this new rival for his sister's attention, but Dominga was pleasant. The first thing Ofelia did was go and find trunks for Daniel to put on. When she found them she told him he could change in the bathroom, and while he was changing she went into her bedroom to change into her swimsuit. She closed the door but didn't lock it; though she didn't actually expect Daniel to try and peek in on her. Her heart was beating fast as she dug into her bottom drawer and took out a brand new cream-colored bikini that she had bought at a local shop. It was made of a very soft material which the salesperson couldn't identify. What she liked about it was that the color was a nice compliment to her caramel-brown complexion, but more importantly, the fabric allowed for the natural shape of her breasts while also giving them just the right amount of lift. Even while it was dry she could see the dark image of her nipples through the fabric. Ofelia put the bikini on and turned her bedroom lamp to its highest setting and stood close to her closet mirror. The bikini bottom felt wonderfully different, sort of the way her panties had felt when she first put them on after shaving that afternoon, only much better. She adjusted the bikini a bit and smiled. It clung perfectly to the shape of her sex, even indenting down the middle in a way that was not exaggerated or vulgar. She liked the feel of the soft fabric right up against her. She pivoted and looked at the rear-view. The bikini was full-backed but saddled a bit in the middle so that it only just barely covered the crease of her behind. She thought the bikini made her bottom look fuller. Ofelia undid her braids and tied her hair in a bouncy pony-tail with a white scrunchy. She wore two skinny hair ties as bracelets on one wrist and a gold bracelet that Leonard had given her for Christmas on the other. Before going back out she went into the bathroom that adjoined her and Manuel's room and used the toilet. Daniel was so stunned when he saw Ofelia in her bikini he blushed. He wasn't expecting her to come out in a granny suit from yesteryear, but he didn't expect what she was wearing either. She was carrying her sandals in one hand and two towels under her arm. She giggled when she saw Daniel, half because of how he looked in Manuel's trunks and half because of the expression on his face, which was flushed. "Oh my goodness, Ofelia. You can't go down there like that, you'll get arrested!" he said, jokingly. "Yeah, right!" she answered, "This is California! Hello!" Daniel just shook his head and let Ofelia lead him down to the pool. Seen virtually naked, the girl's slender body proved itself shapelier than it appeared in her street clothes. Daniel appreciated being granted the privilege of following behind Ofelia, what with the adorable and enticing view it offered; but it was her breasts that put the hitch in his breath, the roseate color on his face. They were small but perfect. She had no cleavage: in fact her breasts were well separated from one another, even in her bikini top. They were two sublime, exquisite entities, each with an identical but separate splendor. They seemed only tenuously attached to her, restless and agitated; each like a gorgeous and rare bird bound in a silk purse. It was beginning to get somewhat cooler, though it was still hot enough to swim. Daniel sat on the edge of the pool with his feet on the steps leading down into the water. Ofelia was not a great swimmer. In fact, she couldn't swim at all, at least not technically. She walked down into the cold water and her skin bristled with goose-flesh. Ofelia loved the sensation of the chill water around her legs and waist in contrast to the hot sun on her back and shoulders. The pool deepened gradually, and as she wandered out her hips, and then her flat belly, disappeared. When the water was just above her breasts she stopped and slowly pivoted around, bobbed, and smiled brightly back at her boss. "Oh man, are you going to just sit there or what?" "Oh man..." Daniel answered, imitating Ofelia, "It's like dating Bart Simpson or something!" Daniel wished he could have stuck his tongue out far enough to draw one of those words back into his mouth; but Ofelia always heard every word spoken to her; or, more correctly, she listened to every word spoken to her. Ofelia Ch. 01 Pt. 07-08 "What?" "Huh?" "Dating? Hello!" Ofelia said, and couldn't help but laugh. "It aint a date, it's more like...." Daniel waited. "It's more like what?" "Well..." "Yeah?" "Whatever, but it aint a date." Ofelia said after a long pause, during which she used her hands to push water away from her, making little wavelets that spread out towards Daniel's white legs. "That's twice you're getting in trouble with me." Suddenly Ofelia dunked herself into the water and Daniel watched her making her way across the pool, back towards him. The water rolled silver across her back and bottom, which kept sticking up and breaking the surface. She swam like a frog and made slow progress. When she came back up she was still about ten feet away from him. She didn't whip her hair around or sputter. Her head came up and her eyes were sealed shut. She wiped her nose and her eyes and blinked. Daniel swallowed hard. Ofelia's bikini top was flimsy enough when it was bone dry; now that it was saturated it molded itself around her little round breasts and her nipples were as plain as her belly-button. They were diamond-hard and stuck out like a hitchhiker's thumbs. Daniel tried not to look at them. He kicked his feet in the water. He thought to himself that it was almost inevitable that he would sleep with her. The day was shaping up to be something straight out of a cheesy romance novel. Or so he thought. Ofelia swam along like a toddler in a walker, letting the water hold her up, just pushing slightly against the bottom of the pool on the balls of her feet. She came closer and closer to Daniel until her feet were on the last step leading down from where he sat. She stood up higher, then higher, until she was right in front of him. Her hands gripped the metal railings to either side. Her breasts were at Daniel's eye level. He reached out and put his hands on her slight waist, felt her cold, soft skin. She stood still, hands on the railing, and said nothing as he moved his hands down the curves of her hips, down the firm muscles of her thighs. It really was like a story in a book. Daniel's throat squeezed as he moved his hands in unison back up the outside of her thighs, then slowly around her hips. He reached all the way around her and felt the taut cheeks of her behind through her bikini. She seemed to lean forward just a smidgeon, and her girlish flesh tightened under his fingers. Ofelia was humming quietly, some lullaby in Spanish her Mom used to sing to her, "Un elefante... se balanceaba... sobre la tela de una arana..." Ofelia watched a jet fly by overhead, her adam's apple bobbing as she softly hummed, her knuckles white as she gripped the bright chrome-painted railings. Daniel took both hands now and put them around the young lady's thigh. She was fit, but not athletic; her thigh was sublimely soft and smooth to the touch. Daniel could easily join his thumbs and forefingers around it. He caressed it high above her knee, looking downwards. She kept her feet far enough apart on the cement step to allow him an intoxicating view of that firm, fatty mound at the top of her groin which made a noticeable bulge in the crotch of her bikini. Daniel moved his hand up until the side of his index finger was touching Ofelia between her legs. He turned his hand as slowly as he could and now his thumb was up top, against her plump mons veneris, which he could tell was shaved smooth, and his fingers underneath, cupping the curve of her vulva, feeling its exquisite divide, its suave and perfect halves resting in quiet symmetry under the fabric of her swimsuit. "Excuse me?" she said, and took her hands off the railings to push his hands gently away from her body. "You're so bad today." she continued, though there was no edge to her voice. She sounded like a nursemaid, or a babysitter. "Sorry...I..." Ofelia didn't wait for him to finish. She turned around and used the forefingers of both hands to fix the back of her bikini, which had started to ride up. Her small buttocks tensed under her soaked bikini as she bent her knees and placed her hands together in front of her, assuming a diver's pose. Then she dove back into the water. Daniel was exasperated, and at that moment he wouldn't have been able to get up and leave even if he had wanted to. He slid into the water and it seemed like ice; it shocked away all that current that had built up inside him. He gasped and splashed his pale upper body, his arms and head. Ofelia was back-pedaling, giggling at his throes of adjustment. The water felt beautiful to her already, like a big numeral-eight- shaped womb. Her boss kept his distance from her, which obviously was not what she expected or wanted, since after a while she turned onto her back and floated back towards him. Daniel figured: Okay, this was what she likes, this prick-teasing cat and mouse game. She likes being in control. She likes playing the weaker sex defending her virtue against the stronger, predatorial gender. Daniel congratulated himself on figuring Ofelia out, though in reality, he hadn't. There wasn't anyone who could figure Ofelia out. As that seraphic face wandered into eye-shot, her pretty lips twisted into that stunted smile that was also a smirk, her dimples glazed with water, her lashes thicker and heavier, batting quickly over the fierce but welcoming black holes of her eyes, Daniel bent over her and gave her a kiss on her lips. She pushed her lips back and there was no resistance at all. He pulled back and looked down at her and spoke as casually as he possibly could, "You taste like cappuccino." "Really?" Ofelia answered, "Well, I didn't brush my teeth yet. I should have, huh?" Daniel put his arms under Ofelia, holding her in place, cradling her. She felt as light as foam. He could feel the rings of her spine through her skin. One hand was right on her bottom. "Nah, it's like being at Starbucks all over again." Daniel said, and he gave her another kiss. It was just a little peck. It even made a kissy sound. She pursed her lips and pushed back against his lips, not inviting it, but responding to it in kind. She cleared her throat. Under the water, Daniel's erection bulged in the front of Manuel's trunks. Ofelia got to her feet with Daniel's help. He told her, "I guess you might want to brush before your fiance gets home. I'm sure you'll want to be minty fresh for him." "Yeah, I guess." Ofelia answered. Daniel got uncomfortable for a moment, because she was looking down into the water. There was still plenty of light to see by. This was something Ofelia was used to seeing, being that she still shared a bed with her adult virgin brother and had to constantly keep her adult virgin fiance at bay. "Is that getting sore?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised in earnest, causing his face to flush. Her long index finger pointed down at his obvious predicament. There was sympathy in her voice, and she was so nonchalant in all other respects it gave Daniel room to pause and re-assess his previous judgment of her. He stammered but couldn't answer. Ofelia was fidgeting with her hair. A muscle-car rumbled and thumped by on the street just a matter of yards away, past a row of sheltering palms. "Is it?" Ofelia asked him again, and it was driving him batty the way she kept looking down into the water; but instead of withering in fear or shame, Daniel's problem worsened. "No.....I mean..." he mumbled, his mouth full of mothballs. His tongue stuck to his palate. "That's only what I heard." Ofelia said, "That it gets sore when it's like that." "Don't be such a sucker." Daniel said. Then he turned about and made his way to the little staircase leading up out of the pool. He kept his back to Ofelia as he took a towel and dried himself off, then walked over to the small gate in the fence that circumvented the pool area, and lifted up the latch. He headed off down the walkway and up the stairs to Ofelia's apartment. By the time Ofelia made her way up he was in the bathroom changing back into his clothes. It was beginning to get dark, and Ofelia turned on the lights in the kitchen and the living room. Daniel came out of the bathroom and Ofelia was in the kitchen, unwrapping one of Dominga's shrimp tamales. She was standing there with her still wet bikini stuck to every nook, cranny, bulge, and curve her little body possessed. "I'm gonna go, sweets." Daniel said. "I left your brother's trunks in the bathroom." "Okay." Ofelia said, "You want some tamales to take home?" "No, thank you. I'm sure they're wonderful, though. I had a nice time." "Me too!" Ofelia agreed, taking a big bite of her tamale. She looked like a chipmunk, her cheeks puffy with food as she chewed. Daniel watched her until she swallowed, and then went over to her to give her a kiss. He put his finger on her chin, turned his head to one side, and put his lips to her lips. She opened them up for him, and let him press his tongue against hers. They kissed for a long time, Ofelia standing there with the bitten tamale in her hand. Daniel took Ofelia's breast in his hand. It was so small and soft, even through her bikini. He felt her nipple pushing against his palm. He caressed it for a good long while, until he felt Ofelia's hand on top of his, moving it away. "Um, pardon me, Senior." she said, as their mouths disconnected briefly, "What are you doing?" Daniel said nothing. He just kissed her again and this time both of his hands came up. He took the straps of her top and pushed them down her shoulders. He kept pushing until her top fell away and her breasts were exposed. Ofelia broke off their kiss and looked down, chin to her collar, to see what he was seeing for the first time: her large, dark nipples standing erect on the rounded bellies of her breasts. Daniel took her breasts in his hands and gingerly caressed them. "Guey!" she said, a slight hitch in her breath, leaning now against the kitchen counter. She took a bite of her tamale. She chewed casually while Daniel continued to handle her breasts, touching the hard tips of her nipples, stroking the tightened areolae. Her nipples became harder, more distended, as Daniel touched them. "Calmate, Esse. Sheeez." Ofelia said, putting her tamale down and removing his hands again. She knew he wouldn't apply any opposing force. He watched her as she fixed her bikini, thumbs running under the straps at her shoulders, using the tips of her fingers to pull at the top of her breasts to adjust how they nestled in the bikini. She was sucking her teeth, running her tongue along the front of her mouth under her lips, upper, then lower. "All you men are the same." she said when she was done, "Hands all over the place." "We can't help it." her boss answered, and he finally turned to go, to really leave this time. Ofelia was very wet between her legs, and it wasn't from having just been in the pool, nor was it largely due to Daniel's advances on her. Her heart fluttered as she stood there in the kitchen, and her belly was warm and excited when she heard him start his car and drive off. Without a moment's hesitation, Ofelia hurried to her bedroom to call Leonard.