The Pension Club

Sofia

My meeting with Valeria left me unsettled and thoughtful. The dinner we had together left me elated. The Valeria I met at the dining table was a cheerful, intelligent, and exciting woman. She reminded me of Shilla in some ways - only a bolder and more mature version of my beloved Shilla.

When the dessert was served, Valeria went silent for a while. She seemed to focus on the dark chocolate mousse, but I knew her mind was troubled with something. Finally, she came to a conclusion and raised her eyes to look straight into mine.

"It is time for you to see mother," she said, "she awaits you in her suite and expects you in a few minutes." Her smile didn't fool me. She was troubled despite the joker's face she put on. I did not know if it was me meeting her mother or me failing to fulfill whatever it was Mira promised her.

I finished my mousse, not hurrying up. I studied Valeria's face and gestures. If my nonchalant manner disturbed her, it did not show, and I thought I knew her enough to tell if we were cross in some way.

"I will go now," I said, laying down the teaspoon on the empty plate. She just nodded in affirmation, and I stood to leave. A man I did not know appeared to escort me to Sofia's bedchamber.

Sofia's suite was on the first floor, in a part of the house I did not visit until my escort showed me the way. The door was not different from any other door I saw in the house. For some reason, I expected it to be different. I grasped Mira's medallion in my right pocket, trying to earn bits of reassurance from it.

My escort opened the door and moved to the side, allowing me to move past him into the room. The first thing I noticed was the smell. A rosy fragrance filled my nostrils. It was light enough to fill the senses but not strong enough to be unpleasant. Red lights from panels at the edge of the ceiling gave the room a twilight feel.

As the door closed behind me, my eyes adjusted to the gloom. After all I had heard, and all the preparations, the room's simplicity surprised me. There was a large desk with two wooden chairs on one side and another with its back to the wall. A cabinet covered one wall in the room, and a sofa with a small table filled the rest of it. This was clearly an office of some kind.

Two doors lead from the room. One was open, and a voice came from somewhere beyond it.

"Welcome, Marvin. Please come in."

The voice sounded old. I took on the invitation and went through the open door. A small corridor led to another door. This door was the door to Sofia's bedroom. A large bed with an impressive canopy dominated the room. The rest of the room was darkened. On the bed lay an old woman - older than any woman I've met in the club.

"Hi," she said in a firm voice, unfitting the frail body in front of me. Sofia might have been a lovely woman like her daughter, but time has not been kind to her. Her body was unhealthily thin. Her hair was collected in a gray bun, and her face was stark and wrinkled. The eyes, though, were a sight to behold. There was so much wisdom in there and... life!

"Mira said you were handsome, and she didn't stress it," again that clear, strong voice. A small laugh accompanied her words, and like with her daughter, I understood that I was in the presence of a powerful woman.

"Come closer, don't be shy. Mira mentioned a gift. Some trinket?" I shook out of my initial shock and moved to the bed, removing my jacket. When I reached the bed, I took Mira's medallion from my pocket and presented it to Sofia.

"Do you mind?" she said, exposing her neck. Seeing her up close and watching her motions from that distance, it dawned on me. Sofia was paralyzed in her lower body. She was dressed in a nightgown of silky look and probably feel. Her exposed shoulders were skin and bones, and the naked legs and thighs were thin to a level I feared touching them would break them.

I tied the medallion's golden necklace around her neck, and a sigh escaped her lips when I clasped it. It was now unavoidable to notice the medallion's inner light shone brighter and seemed to dance more vibrantly. Sofia's face seemed smoother in that brighter light, her legs and shoulders a bit less fragile.

"Thank you! Mira did not exaggerate her power. I'd have said your mission is accomplished, but Mira mentioned a final act needs to be done to complete the spell."

Spell? What spell? I thought. I did not have much time to dwell on it because it seemed Sofia had regained some vigor and needed my talent. She raised her hand invitingly and pulled me to her the moment I took her hand. I was beside her in bed, inhaling her perfume, our bodies pressed to each other.

I removed my shirt, exposing my muscled core, and Sofia seemed to drink the sight with her eyes. Lust shone brightly on her face, a face that did not look as old as a minute ago. I moved for a kiss, feeling the softness of her lips and filling her mouth with my tongue.

"It has been so long..." she mused, her voice thrumming from my lips to the rest of my body. Her hands moved over my body, tracing the lines of my shoulders, chest, and hips. My hands moved on her body almost without thinking. When my hand touched her thigh, Sofia gasped.

"Do it again!" she cried. I moved my hand up and down her thighs, and Sofia's delight was evident in every motion, sigh, and moan. "I can feel it!" Her exclamation was full of wonder and joy. 

If she could feel it, she would be able to feel my tongue as well. I moved down slowly, kissing her and engulfing her body with my caressing hands. I raised her gown enough to expose her groin and removed her underwear. Her hips were moving in response to my tease, and I plunged my head between her legs.

Sofia called my name several times amongst phrases I did not understand in Spanish. My tongue moved around her clit, teasing her. Sofia's response was powerful - much more powerful than what I expected a fragile body such as hers to be capable of. My hands held her butt cheeks and hips, and I could swear I felt them filled with muscle and fat as I worked my way deeper into her pleasure areas.

"Oh Dios mio, Dios mio!" her voice became stronger in amplitude and vitality. It sounded almost as if the voice wasn't even hers. I plunged into her with my tongue, making my own little magic and gaining pleasure of my own from her response. Her pussy was wet, her butt firm in my hands; I kept pleasuring her with all I could. 

Sofia's cry during her climax was almost inhuman. It took me a few seconds to realize it was a cry of pure joy and release and... something more? I slowly pulled myself from between her now strong legs. When I glimpsed Sofia, I was shocked. The medallion's light was very bright and almost hurt my eyes - but that was not the cause of my confusion.

Sofia looked younger by at least twenty years. That's impossible! My mind reeled at the idea of what my eyes witnessed.

Sofia stretched, and I could see the wonder in her eyes and the luster in her face. The woman I was sure was an old half paralyzed woman was now a lithe, vibrant, and very much mobile older version of her daughter. Not older by much, though...

"I admit I had my doubts until the last moment, dear Marvin," she said, bringing me back from my shock. "But this," she marveled at her moving hands and legs.  She could certainly use a few meals, but there was no longer the sickly shape I had seen.

My initial shock dissipated, and my mind started working again, connecting the dots, taking the bits I knew, the facts I already connected. An image of the truth was now clearer in my mind. All the women I've been with who looked younger and better, Mira's own young look despite her age, Mathilda's rapid coming back to health, and now Sofia. 

All these facts led to one conclusion. I wasn't sure I was ready to face this conclusion - I did not think I would ever be.

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