Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 7

Her body position prompted me to move forward and rub myself against her round peachy ass. My hands reached under her thin cotton blouse and touched her puffy n*****s, which to my surprise, were hardened. I got an instant erection, which under the current circumstances, Paula failed to acknowledge. At that moment, there were other concerns that occupied her thoughts.

This did not mean she was particularly annoyed by the fact that her mother was committing adultery. She remained calm as always. Was she incapable of any sort of emotional outburst? What needed to happen in order for Paula’s emotional world to be traumatized?

After a few moments of the entangled lower limbs spectacle, she turned around and stared at me in a manner that suggested, “What happens next?”

I shrugged my shoulder like an i***t. It would be insensitive for me to suggest what I had in mind. At this time of the night, the only conclusion would be for each of us to return to bed. Anything else and we would be facing the possibility of attracting more attention than my aunt’s secret affairs.

But Paula was not any longer in the mood to sleep. She pointed down the corridor to the direction of my room. For some reason that was where she wanted to go right now. Did she perceive her mother’s behavior as a trigger that would urge her to act in a similar way?

This was something I was eager to discover.

A sigh of relief escaped her mouth the moment I closed the door behind me.

This was the first time she was entering my room since she had arrived here.

It was a bare room with minimal furniture. There was a single bed, a wardrobe, a wooden chair and a bedside table. There were patches of mold on the ceiling, and the paint was falling away at parts.

The first thing Paula did was to walk around the room and examine everything with great curiosity. It seemed she wanted to get an idea of what my life was like. The truth was that there was not a single object in the room capable of revealing anything about my personality. Not a single book or a toy. Her only chance to learn anything about me would be to interrogate one of the cracks in the wall.

She stopped next to the window and gazed down at the yard. Then she sat on the chair at the corner with her arms dangling down between her wide-open legs.

Like two kids who had avoided being caught for doing something naughty, she smiled at me.

“I knew she was going to do something like that from the second she brought Luigi back with her. My mother is so predictable,” she said.

“So, you’re not angry with her?”

“Why should I? It’s her life. Let her live it the way she wants.”

“What do you think would have happened if they had noticed us spying on them?”

“Poor Luigi would feel very embarrassed, otherwise nothing. This is not the first time she’s cheating on my dad.”

“Does he know it?”

“He’s too busy with his job to notice anything. That is what he says, at least. Maybe he has a girlfriend too.”

“My dad is away most of the time but I have never seen her with another man.”

“That’s because she doesn’t want you to see her with another man. Believe me, there is always another man.”

“Aha! It does bother you that your mom is cheating on your dad. Just now you tried to shift the blame.”

“I’m not trying to shift the blame on anyone. I just made an observation on the female nature.”

“You’re trying to say that it’s normal for married women to find lovers?”

“Yes, as long as they don’t talk about it when they get home.”

“How is your relationship with your parents?”

“With my mother we’re like sisters. Of course, she will never talk to me about what happened tonight in her bedroom but there is a mutual understanding between us. Last year when we traveled to California, she would leave me alone in the hotel room at night to go out and have fun with her new friends.”

“Poor girl,” I uttered. “You must have felt very lonely.”

“She had no idea that I would do the same thing. One night I brought to the room a kid from Australia who was traveling with his parents and we did it. He was seventeen.”

“Was he your first lover?”

“My second actually. My first was a classmate from last year. We dated for a couple of months afterwards before I dropped him.”

“Did you love him?”

“Of course, not. Now tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“How many girls have you done?”

“Believe it or not, I’ve never done it.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“The right opportunity, I guess.”

I could have told her that I did it last year with a girl during the summer holidays but I didn’t have much confidence in my skills as a liar. Anyway, Paula was not the kind of person that would make fun of me for this reason.

“Now I get it. Why you’re so all over me.”

“Do you mind?”

“Since you’ve shared your secret with me, I’m going to do the same. I like it when you put your hands all over my body. It makes me feel so warm and comfortable inside. It has to do with us being kids. Whenever we touched each other, it was a special event. Even if it had only happened once, I would remember it for the rest of my life. I have done it with three and kissed several others but none of those guys made me feel the same way as you did. If you weren’t my cousin I would want to marry you.”

She got up from the chair and came to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. During the course of our conversation, my erection had waned but now it was getting up again.

“Can I see it?” she asked.

Without waiting for my answer, she pulled the top of my boxer shorts and took a peek inside. Her soft fingers reached for it and gently rubbed the shaft.

“Like Luigi, you must not make a sound,” she whispered.

I lied back on the mattress and let her fingers do the magic.