Painting

Chapter 34

My room is really spacious. Just like mine, back home. Victor is installing stars on the ceiling. It's convenient, you can just stick them, but I'm not tall enough to do it.

-My room has stars on its ceiling, too. I had an extra package.

-It's nice, I like it.

-What were you going to do, before I entered?

-Take a shower.

He is going to say something, I know it. He refrains at the last second. He just walks out of the room.

I think about what Victor said. A goddess... I look at the mirror of the adjoining bathroom. Maybe when I will get out of the shower, I'll see it clearly. I take the exfoliant, I brought with me at the last minute, the day we drove here.

I take my pants and my shirt off. I look in the mirror once again. I'm not wearing my prettiest lingerie. That will change. I trow my underwear on the bed. I get in the shower. I let it run, until I find the right temperature. The water pours on my hair. It flows everywhere.

My breasts and my legs are soaked. My left hand finds its way on my left breast. My right hand slowly finds its way between my legs.

Victor is standing there watching me. He doesn't say anything. Didn't I lock the door? Who cares. My mouth is slightly open and he bites his lower lip. He walks toward me until he gets under the jet. He is fully clothed. He takes me in his arms and kisses me against the wall. I wrap my own arms around his neck. He puts his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him. I'm soaked and he is too.

My hands are still there, but Victor is not. A fantasy. What is going on with me? I'm greedy. All of this is really having an effect on me. I never felt like that before.

I open the exfoliant and massage it on my skin, in circular motions. My whole chest, my arms, my lower back and my legs. Rinse it. I pass a softening soap bar everywhere. Rinse it once more. I get out, wrap my hair and my chest in towels. I put some body butter to soothe my skin. I walk back into my room and take my most elegant bra and the panties that go with it.

I put my headphones on and look again in the mirror.

I see it, kind of. I still don't think I look like a goddess, but I'm cute.

I take the dress, Victor told me to bring. I put it on.

Hi, you. It's been a long time. I always think I look good, when I'm wearing blue. It compliments my eyes. I take my headphones off. Take my speaker and my blow drier.

I dry my hair. Take a spin. Look if my dress flows correctly. Walk out of the room. Go down the stairs.

I meet two pairs of eyes. I'm intimidated by that amount of attention. I'm used to go unnoticed. Be a part of the crowd. Low profile.

Now, that I think about it, it's kind of sad. I never talk loud. I don't want people to know what I think. What I have to say is not interesting either way. The only time I tried to speak up. People looked at me weird.