She had stopped moving her fingers around the flap of my towel; she only held it while waiting for my answer. I was fully erect by that time. My heartbeat had increased considerably and my breathing had become uneven as a result. I decided to say nothing. She was looking at her fingers, which meant she was looking at my towel, which further meant that she was looking at the bulge in the towel. She waited for my answer as I waited for her next move. There was something very attractive about her portfolio at that time that I found myself drawn to the image in front of me.
She looked up to see my face, basically to see why I wasn’t answering her. I was at an arm’s length from her. When her face came up, I moved closer, slightly pushing her hand towards her with my thigh. I reached with both hands and held her face with them. I said: “Don’t worry, Cris. Things are not the same as before.”
“But you said that you are still crazy about her,” She said in a sad voice and I could see a little quiver in her lips. Something dawned on, as if I understood what was going on in her mind. It was as if she was feeling jealous and wanted me to reassure her for something that I never thought I would have to worry about, that my feelings for Maria meant nothing.
I looked straight into her eyes, feeling soft and gentle towards her, still holding her face in my hands, and with as much sincerity as I could muster in my look, I said: “Maria means nothing to me, Cris. She was my past and she is now history. So, don’t worry.”
With those words, I reached down and held her hand that was holding my towel and gently pulled her up. She was reluctant to get up but I persisted until she gave in and stood in front of me. I then took her other hand in my other hand and brought both of them to my waist. After placing them there, I reached around her shoulders with my arms to give her a hug and waited for her to move into me; which she did, after some hesitation. I held her gently against me as she rested her head on my shoulder.
We stood like that for a long time. I had to shift my weight from one foot to another while holding her like that and found us both swaying to silence. It was a very tender moment between us, with me holding her knowing that she needed a hug, and her resting into me, almost melted into me, happy to be held and thankful for the emotional support, whatever reason there was for her needing such support. I had successfully diffused her dilemma while creating a new one for myself.
When we did separate, we didn’t quite let go of each other. I held my hands on her arms and her hands fell down to my hips, at the top part of the towel that was wrapped around me. We stood there like that for a while; me trying to figure out from her face what she was thinking, while she looked at my chest as if trying to avoid my gaze.
I noticed that the front of her T-shirt had gotten wet from the residual water on my body that I hadn’t quite dried completely. Wherever the moisture went into the fabric of her shirt, it clung to her body in a very sensuous way. That was the second erotic thing for the evening.