Peccatori | Damiano David [ENG]

III

- Thomas, Thomas," I tried to bang on the blond man's door. - Open it, because I can bang like this until I die. - I threatened.

I myself did not know when yesterday passed. So many stressful events accumulated yesterday that if this trend continues I'll be gray before I'm thirty. Because of the huge traffic jams in the center, we almost missed our flight. If I hadn't gotten on board it would have been half a misfortune, but Damiano's lateness would have delayed many other things. As a control freak and a walking perfectionist, I just couldn't let that happen.

The hotel where we stayed surprised me very nicely. I expected a high standard, but the reality exceeded my already high expectations. The surroundings were truly fabulous. The large yellow building inspired by Alice in Wonderland melted into the greenery of trees and shrubs. The staff greeted us in an interesting way - with vodka, very good by the way. Apparently it's such a Polish tradition.

Finally, the door I was banging on deigned to open. Thomas' silhouette stopped at the threshold of the door. I must have woken him up, because his face was displeased, and his blond hair was sticking up in all directions.

- Is something on fire? - He asked brandishingly rubbing his eyes.

- No.

Without waiting for an invitation I slipped inside,

- Well, what are you banging like that for? Have mercy.

I did not answer him. I immediately proceeded to mouse around in his suitcase. I knew Thomas had what I wanted and needed at the moment, and in packing what I had forgotten.

- Oh, so you woke me up at God knows what hour to rummage through my suitcase? - he asked resignedly.

The boy sat down heavily on the bed. He combed his hair with his fingers, then took a standing water and drank a few gulps.

I looked at him over my shoulder and answered.

- Well, that's more or less it. - I smiled to myself as I found what I wanted. A black Guns N' Roses T-shirt was just begging for me to take it. I grabbed it in my hands and sprang to my feet. - I hope you didn't want to wear it today. Thank you!

I even ran out of the room before Thomas had time to stop me.

I trotted barefoot down the hotel corridor. The decor was very interesting - full of glamour and opulence - even bordering on kitsch. The sapphire walls went well with the black and white tiles. I like the eccentric finish.

I threw my T-shirt on the bed and immediately the things I spent the previous night in landed on it. My hair wasn't in the best shape, so I decided to take a little care of it.

The shower, of course, got longer, because in addition to the multi-step hair, face and body care, I still had to give a concert for my non-existent audience.

I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on - I sang as I walked out of the bathroom in just a skimpy black thong.

I leaned over the bed and laid out, one by one, a lacy bra, cabarets, a stolen Thomas T-shirt, a black short skirt, gold jewelry and high platforms. I looked at the prepared set, but it still lacked something.

In the end, I decided that the perfect complement would be the leather garter that lay at the bottom of my suitcase.

I turned on my heel and until I froze in mid-motion.

- You vocalize beautifully. - said Damiano, who was standing leaning against the white door.

In a moment I realized that I was wearing only skimpy panties. I covered my breasts with my hands and asked.