True to her word, Sofia had not allowed Matt to leave the house for the past three days. He had just returned from a six day business trip and she vowed not to share him with anyone else to make up for it.
It had been both a stimulating and relaxing time. They had cooked together, napped together, showered together, read together, watched movies together. And most of all they talked. Sofi and Matt talked about everything. They knew how to engage each other's minds, how to spar over the subjects where their opinions clashed and they knew how to make each other laugh. Although they had not been together long, Sofia knew that this habit of sharing even their private thoughts and fantasies was what made them true soulmates. That, and the sex.
Sofia learned quickly that she and Matt were very compatible when it came to sex. They both had intense sex drives and a desire to please. And most of all, an experimental nature. So, of course, their secluded time these past few days also provided plenty of opportunity for satisfying the physical void they had both felt while Matt was traveling.
The home they shared in Mexico was a perfect reflection of themselves and their open nature. The house was a fluid combination of indoor and outdoor spaces, filled with unique areas to enjoy the temperate climate in a natural state. Even beds were not limited to bedrooms, as many visitors were quick to notice, as they surveyed the lush garden with its outdoor shower and it's oversized lounge surrounded by flowing curtains.
But on this last afternoon of their self-imposed seclusion, Matt and Sofia had settled into the media room to watch a football game. Sofi encouraged Matt's interest in sports. She was not raised in an athletic home, but had come to appreciate sports in recent years. And she particularly attempted to embrace the sports that Mateo preferred, learning the nuances of the sport and trying to follow his favorite teams and players.
The media room was filled with large, oversized furniture, which made it a favorite place for Matt's buddies to gather when a big game was on. But today it was just them, watching one of Matt's favorite football teams. Football, in the American sense, that is -- not soccer, which was what "football" referred to in the rest of the world. Matt's favorite team was the Seattle Seahawks, from his adopted US home state of Washington. Matt was stretched out on their huge "L" shaped couch with his feet extended in front of him. He was naked, as he often was when they were at home.
As the Seahawks took on San Francisco, in what was proving to be a very close game, there was rack of ribs cooking ever so slowly outside on the grill and Matt was enjoying the smell as it drifted in through the open door. It was the final game of the season, and although the 49ers had had a terrible season, they seemed to be making an unusual comeback for the season's finale.
Sofi came into the room from behind him and placed an open beer on the table beside him, only after taking a swig herself. She placed her hands on his shoulders and kneaded his muscles. He felt the coolness of her hands from holding the ice cold Negra Modelo. She bent over and kissed his neck and ran her hand down the front of his chest, feeling his hair and pausing to pinch his nipples. "Who's winning?" she asked.
"The Seahawks are ahead, but only by two points," Matt replied "if they don't get their defense together, they're going to lose the lead. It's been a really close game."
