PROLOGUE

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I was standing glued to the wooden main door to my apartment, with my heart beating as  horse races. Those minutes that I spent in front of him took me out of control. Having that man so close , means danger and a warning sign. Iwas sure that Two things could happen: I was running out of time as a "married woman" or I would discover a very wild and sexy part of me.

Seriously, that part  had completely been forgotten of my brain, or actually I haven't had it before .  My head almost robotically refused that part but my hormones caused me unknown sensations.

I pressed the power button on my laptop and opened the music player, put the remix of zumba, had not attended the last two classes so I had to catch up with the choreography. I took advantage of the solitude of my apartment to get undress as if taking off my blue jeans and white jacket, were completely forgetting my miserable emotional state: "A future divorced". I released my blonde hair with both hands while the first song was playing in the background; it was a salsa version and I loved it, I had learned to move my hips and liberate my body to a complete and sexy move. Also, always thought Latin movements could be so fucking hot. Specially salsa, and in that occasion, Celia Cruz sounded with "Life is a carnival" while she the rest of the song was making me sweat by those wonderful musical instruments. It was so cool feeling  the  feet moving by themselves.

Free and happy is the best description of feeling. when I dance, everything take a special color. I remember my boobs jumping inside of that pink bra. Not everyday I had a chance to be myself and when it happen, I had to enjoy it.

  The song ended, but  hip hop automatically made me move againg side to side that hips. Feeling the rhythm of Pitbull and Jennifer Lopez, undertook a journey sweat from my forehead to my hips. I was completely immersed and concentrated in the musical pleasure. Seemed like a baby playing with toys, 'cause even I pretend to ride a horse with my broomstick. I was amused to think that what was driving, I do not know if I was crazy or injecting a little joy to my mental chaos. I was thirsty so  walked to the kitchen to get some water, to my surprise, I almost fainted when saw that man again and realized I was nude.  Joseph was looking at me seductively while he was smoking a cigar. OMG, did not what to do at that moment.  'cause it was not the fact I got nervous, it was that he is so hot, so special and unreal. did I mention sexy word? He smiled making me feel terrible and ashamed. "! ! ! Damn! I'm a fool! ", I forgot the curtain. I did not know exactly how long he was there but his lascivious expression seemed to have a lot of time taking ardent thoughts with me.

My only reaction was to cover myself with both hands, as if he had not seen enough. My eyes opened widely after seeing his hands in a hi 5 with a mischievous smile on his lips. I ran like crazy into my bedroom with the heart beating fast again. Took a  towel and covered myself behind the column left before reaching the kitchen, I saw slowly her figure still receding with a smile, I saw unconsciously touching and getting to his room where he had no access to my eyes.

The reaction caused by the man who previously got me hot, got me out of my inner peace. I felt my chest was burning by the outline of my breasts, I squeezed my eyes a little; I was behind him and stuck to the column. But why hiding me if I wanted to throw myself into his arms and have a night of multiple orgasms? I dropped the towel feeling the heat increased. I imagined him sliding his hands over the curve of my back, making a mandatory stop on my butt. I touched my hair furiously squeezing my skull, I could not go back to the primary feeling, I could not contain the adrenaline, I imagined being a tigress. I started moaning while introducing two fingers into my sex, I never had experienced anything similar but lost sanity for a few minutes Who was I? I don't know, I could hardly breathe. I had an uncontrollable passion and went from slow to fast speed.

  I quickly moved my fingers inside the vaginal wall, moaning like crazy. Until I fell on bended knees after a last cry of pleasure. A totally satisfying orgasm shook me for a few seconds so that my body had spasms and leave me with open legs.

"I hate that sexy neighbor."

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