The meeting

She had moved to the new city, in a new country, a few months ago. She was still adjusting to the weather, the new job, home, when certain things crossed his mind.

She had met her now husband, Alex, while she was surfing the Internet, specifically Twitter. They met in a debate about scientific discoveries on the moon. She was captivated by her intelligence. She really was the most attractive thing she saw in men. Even though she often let some fools into her life, they ended up boring her.

Alex was a singer. She had a rock band, long hair, and a body covered in tattoos. She had never been with someone like that, and that made her morbid.

She, Sofía, had the classic appearance of a good girl, a reader, studious, hard-working and disciplined. Although, she loved parties, alcohol, and nights of debauchery.

The conversations with Alex became more and more frequent and racy. They began to exchange compromising photos and videos, until they had video calls in which they ended up without any clothes. The moans and orgasms did not wait.

Many times she did not hesitate to let herself go while she imagined what the texture of that brown skin that the screen let her see would be like. She left her mind and fingers free of her, at the mercy of the uncontrolled desire that took over her body. Her movements changed speed until it rained on the sheets.

"We can't continue like this, we have to see each other as soon as possible," Alex told him point-blank one day.

The meeting had never taken place. They were both very busy. She had a lot of office work accumulated, and he couldn't keep up between concerts and rehearsals. But if they continued that way, they were going to end up getting bored and abandoning everything.

Sofia didn't know what to say. She was terribly afraid of going to Alex's city, alone, without knowing what kind of person she was. She had read chilling things, and she could very well be mentally ill.

Plus, the end of the year was approaching and she had a lot of reports to finish.

Not having an immediate response, Alex became very upset. It was not possible for her not to prioritize getting to know him above all else, after so many months, so many calls and promises. She hung up.

Weeks passed in which she heard nothing from him. And since she didn't want to become a bother, she also avoided writing to him.

One day she came to the office, and she received a pleasant surprise. She had to travel to the capital for some very important work conferences. It had been years since she had been in Havana.

She was very happy, but she thought about Alex and she felt tears coming to her eyes. Had he forgotten about her?

The following Monday, very early in the morning, she left. The taxi arrived at the agreed time and in around 5 hours, she was entering Havana territory.

It was a very productive week, full of meetings, conferences. She visited new places, met very nice people; but she couldn't get Alex and the orgasms she had caused him out of her mind just by talking to him.

She had been invited to a dinner at the French Embassy in Cuba, which would take place the day before returning to the interior. She couldn't believe it when the Ambassador himself approached her and extended his hand with the formal invitation.

That day she got up much earlier than usual. She put on a black dress, above her knee, with a pronounced neckline, which made her look elegant and sexy at the same time. Purple heels completed the outfit. She felt like the protagonist of the erotic novels she read, although without a boyfriend. She smoothed her hair and prepared to take a taxi.

She was received at the Embassy with the ceremony worthy of a first lady. She crossed the threshold and went to join other colleagues who were chatting animatedly by the pool.

There were all kinds of drinks and liquors. She decided on a mojito, as usual, when the waiter passed by her, offering them.

She drank one, two, three drinks without pause. She already felt how the alcohol was going to her head, when she felt the phone. It was Alex, she had seen her WhatsApp statuses and was in Havana, wanting to see her. She didn't expect it. She had arrived that morning with a group of artists to participate in an activity; and apparently, she didn't hold any grudges against him.

She didn't think twice to accept the invitation. They were scheduled for after eleven at night.

At 10:30 she called her taxi driver and went to the hotel to take a shower and change. She couldn't stop thinking about what that longed-for meeting would be like. She trembled with fear and desire. All of that was very contradictory for her. She had never done anything like this.

At 11 o'clock her phone alerted her that Alex was downstairs. She covered herself with a blazer and came down to meet him.

She was very surprised when she met those expressive brown eyes of hers, which from that moment on invited her to sin, just by staring into hers.

He was taller than she assumed.

Immediately a hug from her took her out of her thoughts, and her voice in her ear whispered to her "I was dying to have you this close."

She was going to be the one who was going to die if that man followed her so close to her body, telling her those things.

- Let's go to the room. "There we will be more comfortable and we can talk calmly," he invited her.

He followed her to the elevator. How much they were alone in there. He rushed to kiss her without warning, with all the passion of months contained. She let herself go. What full, juicy lips!

They arrived at the sixth floor, and the sound of the door opening left them wanting much more.

They entered the room. She invited him to take a seat at the table by the window while she poured him some wine, and he kept looking at her legs while she did so.