And so the story went . . .
[ruth]
We had just relocated to Santiago - Chile. My company had transferred me here, offering me a wonderful position. It was a promotion with great salary and benefits.
My husband was very supportive. He took a year's leave-of absence from his job in Boston and decided to take advantage of the time in Chile to improve his Spanish, do some consulting work and get time on the slopes. (Chile has great skiing resorts).
[john]
This was a great opportunity for Ruth. It was a temporary assignment but would enhance her position in her company. We just could not refuse the offer.
Santiago is a beautiful city. Colorful, vibrant. A wonderful place for young couples to live. One thing we had to get done quickly was to find an apartment. We were still living in a hotel at the time and had to find a permanent residence as soon as possible and settle down. Ruth's company had a great real estate agent working for them and that made things much easier.
[ruth]
I went out alone one Saturday to look at a house with our estate agent. John had to meet with a potential client in the city that morning and wasn't able to join us. The estate agent came to pick me up at the hotel. I had never met him before. Our regular agent was ill and had sent his junior partner, Jose, in his place. He was in his mid-twenties, with long black hair tied back in a pony-tail and very handsome. We drove up to a neighborhood of Santiago that overlooks the city and harbor. It was a spectacular drive and Jose pushed his convertible around the bends in the road with the ease of a le-mans racing driver.
The house was a dream. A spacious French-style villa with a small but beautiful garden. The large, ceiling-high windows in the living room gave an unobstructed view of the city below. From one of the bedrooms you could see the neighbor's patio and garden and if you stood at the right angle you could see into their dining room. Even though the rooms were bare I could see that the house had great potential.
I was enchanted. I had to bring John to see it as soon as possible. It had to be tomorrow.
Jose gave me the key and said that we could visit any time we wanted, only to make sure that we let him know.
[john]
I got back to the hotel just after lunch and found Ruth very excited. She had found it!
And had the pleasure of a charming young man's company all morning. I know just how much men's attentions please her and in some way it excites me too. She told me how she had caught him looking at her many times during the trip and that the look in his eye was one of pure lust. The rest of Saturday afternoon we spent making slow, gentle love and talking about the house and its possibilities. We planned on going up there the next day.
[ruth]
We woke up early on Sunday morning and as usual John made me my favorite breakfast. Spanish omelet with bacon and a touch of cilantro, toast and freshly squeezed orange juice.
I called Jose and told him that we were going up to the house and he said that he would meet us there later on.
We drove up to the house. Traffic was very light (being Sunday morning) and we were able to enjoy the view without too many distractions.
When we arrived, we unlocked the house and I showed John around. He was as excited as I was. Without any furniture the rooms looked huge. We stood at the large living room windows, looking outside onto the patio and garden and then down to the city. Without any curtains one got a wide, panoramic view of the city. It was very dramatic. John stood behind me, his strong arms around my stomach and kissed me gently on my neck, behind my ear. I had just had my hair cut and the short hairs on my neck stood up as I felt his warm lips on my skin. My whole body tingled in anticipation of what would come next. I know my John.
[john]
It felt so good, holding Ruth in my arms. We had stood like this so many times before. In front of the mirror in the bathroom, in the park, looking at street performers in Quinsy market. But this was different. More intense. After a while she turned around. I knew what was going to happen and was prepared. But then she said 'let's go and take a look at the other rooms" She was teasing me of course and enjoyed the painful look in my eyes.
We walked through the house hand-in-hand. When we got to the bedroom she said "look, I can see the neighbors. Don't they have a lovely garden?". We stood together by the window looking at them. The woman was planting flowers and the man was sweeping the patio. The room was a bit stuffy so we opened the windows. Again, I stood behind her, hugging her just like she loves me to. I kissed her neck and began caressing her.
[ruth]
John started to kiss my neck again and his hands began to roam over the front of my body. He touched my breasts lightly (I wasn't wearing a bra) and my nipples responded immediately. His hands felt warm and soft yet strong and forceful. One hand was on my breast and the other caressed my neck and then wandered down between my legs. I was so wet. I couldn't take it any longer. I was breathing deeply and felt my heart racing.
"Make love to me. Please. Right here. Right now" I begged and ground my bottom into his groin. I could feel him responding as he grew harder.
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[john]
