My Fortty So Me Thing

Chapter 17

Joana

— How do you know? — I ask, but I don't stop caressing myself, feeling the honey run through my fingers.

— Ah, my sun... You're super excited. How I wanted to go there and relieve you — he grunts with an animal sound and his hot voice leaves me hallucinating.

— I also wanted you here with me now — I say and cross my legs when I feel that I was throbbing, dying to feel a d**k.

- Let's do something? Put a coat over your clothes and come here? — he asks, suddenly, surprising me.

— Do you want me to go there? I ask.

— Yes. I'll ask my driver to pick you up — she says.

— I need to take a shower — I comment.

- It is not necessary. I want to smell you like this, excited. Now be a good girl and get ready and they’ll come and pick you up in half an hour — let them know.

— Okay, see you soon! — I say and get up quickly.

I clean my intimacy with a towel, this way I leave it smelling good for him.

I perfume myself and put cream on my body, thanking the heavens that I'm shaved. I put on my black pumps and do a light make-up, which highlights my eyes.

It doesn't take long before I hear my cell phone ring. When I answer, a voice says, in a professional tone:

— Mrs. Alencar, I'm Mr. Maurício's driver and he asked me to pick you up.

- Oh yes of course. I'm leaving now!

I hurry, but on the way I get anxious knowing that I'm about to enter a s*x club. I slam the door of the house, locking it and when I turn around I find a man in front of me.

Did I find this man handsome? Of course I found it! After all, I'm a woman and I wasn't dead. Obviously this s*x god wasn't the same as my 40-year-old self, but the way he asked if there was a man with me already suggested that he was the alpha male type.

— Good evening, sir — I greet him.

— Good evening, Mrs. Alencar. My name is Gustavo, I'm Mr. Maurício's private driver — he introduces himself.

— Yes, he told me. Thanks for coming!

- You are welcome! Could you come in, please? — He opens the door and I get into the very tasteful car.

It wasn't a limousine, but it looked great to me.

During the journey, many emotions passed through me, including the nervousness of entering Mauricio's unconventional world.

My body was in anticipation of being caressed by the man who was messing with my heart, mind and body.

— We’re here! — he says and I look with pleasure, seeing how beautiful everything was. It looked like those period houses. Well, based on the structure, for me it was a mansion.

— Wow, really beautiful! — I say when I see the gardens. Even though it was still night, it was illuminated by streetlights.

— You can leave.

I was so enchanted that I didn't realize that the driver had the door open for me to get out.

- Oh thanks! — I thank him and get out of the car, being careful not to let my coat come loose.

— Please, will you accompany me? — Gustavo asks and I follow him.

When we entered, I was surprised because the place looked more like a house with several rooms than a s*x club.

I looked at everything with curiosity, I wanted to see everything. Would Maurício take me to see the s*x rooms?

We entered an area, which was lit by old-style lamps and walked until Gustavo stopped at a door and said:

— Mrs. Alencar, you can come in here.

A door was opened and on the other side of it there was a fully decorated room, consisting of red curtains, a Queen Size double bed exposed with silk sheets and rose petals, also red scattered, but in a more vibrant tone. Everything was wonderful, the decoration perfect.

— Do you like the room?

I heard my forty-something's voice and turned to find him wearing tight jeans and a black shirt that made him look perfectly hot.

— Yes, I thought it was all beautiful — he said sincerely, devouring it with his eyes.

Just smelling its aroma made my mouth salivate.

— I'm glad you liked it, my sun. I want you to feel very welcome at the Seduction Club, my love! — he says and comes towards me, leaving my body shaking.

- Thanks. This really is a wonderful place,” I say, starting to get out of breath as he approaches.

We looked at each other for a long time, but it was he who broke the silence.

— You're wonderful and perfect for me, you know that?

— I didn't know — I confess, embarrassed, and I say to him: — You're perfect for me! — I say, caressing her face and we kiss passionately. It soon comes to my mind how we women had these types of things, sometimes feeling loved, sometimes thinking that we will never find love.

— My sun, you are perfect for me! — He repeated. — The most beautiful woman, who I had the great pleasure of meeting, but I already told you that — he tells me vehemently.

He caresses my face, hugs me and we start dancing. Out of nowhere an Ed Sheeran song starts playing and the song is called Perfect. Already in the chords, I'm on cloud nine and then it comes to my mind that it would seem strange that I was wearing a coat on my body just underneath a sweater and heels.

the highs and be dancing with him. In his arms I feel a security that I haven't felt in a long time, I don't think I've ever felt that with anyone.

He knew how to carry a woman in his arms. I lay my head on his shoulder and listen to singer Ed Sheeran sing and my forty-year-old starts translating for me. I get emotional.

"I found a love for myself

Oh, baby, dive in and follow me

Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never thought you were

the person who was waiting for me"