Dear reader, It has taken a while but here's the continuation of the Story of Juanita and Dito. I was expecting to do some work faster but life... well just let's say sometimes things happen.
I hope you'll like these chapters and show me what you think of them. Also it would be much appreciated if you gave a little comment.
Enough blabbering,
Please enjoy.
D.
30 In her house
In this section you may listen to:
Chappaqua, Black Pearl & It's only just begun by Solution
The rest of the way to Juanita's house had been painfully quiet. I wanted to embrace her, hold her, but I had to watch the road.
My thoughts flew in all directions. What a dirty little rat that Pablo had been. He had simply used her for his own financial gain. And what had he gotten her into? What kind of figures had they been?
I had so many questions and wanted to speak to her, but when I looked at her and saw her red cheeks and her painful look staring straight out the window, I decided to shut up. She had to be ready to tell me. This was not the time.
When I parked the car she turned to me. "Dito you are not going to judge me for what I tell you?"
I looked at her not understanding what she just asked me "How could I judge you for what was done to you?"
"Um..., it was not that simple. I think I still owe you an explanation. " She hung her head and searched for her keys.
We got out of the car and walked to the door of the dilapidated apartment complex. She opened the door and let me in. The smell of Lysol reminded me of an old hospital.
We walked up a dark stone staircase, old but at first sight it looked clean.
On the third floor, she stopped in front of a green painted door, at least, it had once been painted green.
By opening two locks, she unlocked the door, pushed it open, and turned on the light. A soft glow fell on the stairway.
She let me go first. While she hung her purse on a coat rack she told me that the living room was the second door on the right. I walked down the narrow hallway and opened the door.
The sunlight blinded me for a moment.
A small room with a sofa, worn but clean, a comfortable old chair that had used up most of its life, I thought looking at the sagging seat and a dining table with two chairs. On the table a rug with on it a vase filled with a bunch of colorful paper flowers. Probably made by Tomàs.
The large window overlooked an identical complex.
Juanita walked into the room trying to get her hair curled up on her head.
"Do you mind if I take a shower first?"
I nodded, "Go ahead, we'll have some time."
"Do you want to have a drink?" I shook my head.
"No, but may I use your toilet?"
While she had a hairpin in her mouth she said with a nod of her head, "Of course; it's the door next door."
I walked into the hall, opened a door, and stood in her bedroom.
A single bed, a cot and a wardrobe. With my hand still on the handle, I stepped inside. So Tomàs slept in her room. Hmm, I thought, little privacy.
I turned around and wanted to close the door when she suddenly stood in front of me with her dress in hand and except for her panties, totally naked.
"Ooh, sorry, I thought you were on the toilet." She reddened and tried to cover her breasts with the dress she held in her hand as well as she could.
"I'm sorry, I took the wrong door"
For centuries we stood opposite each other and I looked at her without hesitation.
She looked absolutely fantastic, even more so because of the clumsy way she held the dress to herself left a large part of her abdomen uncovered. The soft downy hairs on her legs seemed to glow in the sunlight that shone from her bedroom. Her legs were long, she had wide thighs and a slim waist.
I saw that she had goosebumps on her arms. Her bare shoulders were inviting me to bite them.
My eyes dropped to the hand in which she held the dress. The green accentuated her skin tone.
I released the latch and brought my hand to hers. I pushed gently on her arm. She lowered it with bated breath. I set my eyes on her face, and when she felt that I was looking, she ventured to look at me, but immediately lowered her head to look at my hand, which was moving panfully slowly on the way to her breast.
I saw her breathing accelerate and deepen from the way her breasts moved. Her nipples straightened up without me touching them. I lowered my hand.