Oliver made an unusual suggestion a few minutes ago. If somebody wants to drive with you next to nirvana, I´m sure you don´t count on a little farm he owns. Yeah, what does a billionaire with his leisure time, if he takes a vacation? Working on a farm, he visits a few times during the year, between the time of visiting and working, a farmer next to his land cares about the stable. I´m curious about the personality the farmer owns, because I can think of nobody in my environment doing extra stuff, even if it´s paid well. That would be too much work, they always answered, if I asked them a favour, even with financial consideration.
It´s best not to overthink this thematic again, Wanda, you should definitely stop your pessimistic thoughts. Oliver and I are now lying in his bed, speaking to each other, sharing funny stories and laughing about them. That´s a better occupation, for sure. I love to value my time with him. Every second is a blessing for my soul, she´s shining again. "Oliver, I have a question. Can you answer it concretely?", I ask him, the shocking statement of my old friend always in my mind. We will see, what´s up then.
"Of course, I answer every question of yours", he states clearly. Then I start. "How did you ground your firm? It´s very difficult for a man your age, I mean you are very young, to hold your own firm. How did you do it?" "I have a counter-question to answer your question. How do you manage your own life? If you can´t get a grip of that, then you aren´t qualified to manage a firm, it´s easy. I like to order my things in private, so I order them in my work life, too. I can´t you working hard for your own company, but I know you do have experience in working late until your feet don´t hold your body upright anymore."
Okay. Alright. Either he wants to answer my question the best way possible or he wants to evade it. Both options are considerable. I feel very good in his presence, but I could be the victim of his wild plans. But if he´s a big underground boss, then he would seek after a curvy blond model looking woman, not someone like me. I don´t feel comfy enough to wear a pencil skirt, my booty would look like a sausage, no my whole body would look like it. Humph, what could it be otherwise? I always thought of him as the nice guy next door, I do it now, too. But my thoughts are confused of two different stories. One about a devious man, another of a hard working man.
"What are you thinking about, Wanda? You seem to be depressed in a way, I can´t understand in this moment. I only told you a little bit about my past. And it was not that hard to ground a firm, if you have your grandfather's fundament. Don´t be overwhelmed, you are going to be convenient about this, for real. Relax", he pulls me between his splayed legs and starts to massage my shoulders. It feels really good. "Oh, ah, ooooooh", are the only sounds I´m giving away from me, even if I want to ask him again. But he does a great job in distracting me.
"It feels good?", he asks me knowingly. How does he only know? If I would tell him this phrase I mean it ironically, of course. So, only a sigh left my mouth and I´m lying down on his belly. If he wants to massage me, we are doing it in calm and peace. At some point he turns me on my belly, so he has access to my whole back. He makes himself comfortable on my booty and continues with his massage. But now, he takes always a full grip on my flesh, pulling and pressing it in every way possible, solves every tension. It feels very, very good, I like him massaging me, but I want to do it for him sometime in the future, too. But with a bare back, I mean.
I´m getting hotter than the sun as he comes around my lower half. Intention or not, I can´t handle this tensed situation, so I turn around. Now, I´m feeling more than awkward, because his hands are starting to massage my front again. Maybe he misunderstood? "Thanks for your comfort, but it´s really enough, I´m more relaxed than a koala." He pulls on eyebrow high, as if asking "really?" My "Yes" is coming fast out of my mouth. "But your legs and feet tell me otherwise", he takes my right leg into his hands and pressing into my soft flesh. "Aaah", erupts out of like lava of a volcano. Oh my god, where did he learn to do such wonderful practical things. I´m fluid under his hands.
Before I can open my mouth again, I think I annoy him already with my protests, he`s leaning down, onto me, squeezing me between the mattress and under his weight, so I can´t flee. With his hands on my head, pressing it in the right way, his mouth is meeting mine again. They are dating more and more often this times. I can´t help, but feel happy about this meetings, if my mother would live, she would teach me about unholy things, like she did in my teenage years. In this moment, I rather thank god about her absence, I know it´s bad, but it´s the truth. Hold on, why do I think about my mother while kissing? No, that´s not good, hopefully I forget these thoughts soon.
Our kiss deepens, his tongue is dancing with mine, his hands let my head free and wander my body down. I´m feeling so desired, like a good looking girl with a lot of sex appeal. As his lower body part starts a meeting with mine too, I see golden, shining stars.