Her Tuesday Day Three My eyes opened, feeling the warm sun playing on the bed. My dreams had been empty, but I suddenly remembered the previous nights dream. Being held down, my nude body so wanton for him, his eyes ravishing me; I was surprised to realize how much I missed him. ‘Missed him? How could I miss a stranger in a dream? Or, was I missing my handsome neighbor… were they the same?’ Rising quickly, I entered the bath and let the shower’s water heat to a misty steam before entering. The hot water felt deliciously sensuous on my skin, and the wonderful soap felt like a warm hand as I slipped it over my shoulders, down my back and over my bum. Continuing to massage it into my bum, I suddenly imagined his hands kneading my flesh. Moving my attention, I relished a similar sensation as I ran the soap over my breasts, feeling my nipples already sensitized and becoming aroused. Down to my tummy, feeling my belly button and as I sank my fingertip into it’s opening, imagining his tongue doing the same. The misty steam in the shower reminded me of my previous nights dream. I closed my eyes and remembered being there, my body being offered to his lustful gaze. My hand soon found my slit and I continued massaging the soap against my lips, my clitoris responded to the lubricating texture of the soap. I slipped a finger inside, feeling myself mold itself to my finger as it slipped further in. A moment later a second finger joined and I relished the addition. I continued to slowly slide my fingers in and out, remembering how slowly he had restrained himself, as my left hand massaged each of my breasts and pinched my nipples. As I remembered his eyes burning into my flesh, a third finger entered me and I felt a sudden spasm in my tummy as my body responded to his. My left hand sought my mouth, parting my lips and my tongue relished my fingers as it would his cock. My fingers forced themselves into my mouth, and feverishly I sucked them, imagining the taste of his pre-cum. I now had several fingers deeply thrusting into my pussy, my palm ground against my clitoris. I repeatedly drove them in, my pussy feeling his cock’s engorged veins as my knuckles slipped pass my lips. My body suddenly racked, a spasm of pure ecstasy spreading like a molten wave, my back arched. Another spasm, my body arched further. Multiple spasms pushed through me, less powerful than the first, but each giving me further fulfillment. Finally the waves passed, I opened my eyes and found myself still in the shower. The heat of the water was too much now, and the steam clouded the room. I quickly adjusted the shower to a cool spray relishing the tingling. My body relaxed and the cool water quickly brought my overheated senses back into focus. ‘Wow, that wasn’t me.’ I hadn’t had such an erotic shower before. ‘Is my flat really haunted with a sensuous magic?’ I softly laughed as I remembered the matrons words, ‘I think there is magic here, in this apartment.’ I shut off the shower and quickly toweled off. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed and left for the university. My initial presentation day over, I had left my hair down, and my dark wavy tresses bounced as I walked. As I still had time, I was going to enjoy a leisurely walk, sure to find a café to grab something. A quaint sidewalk café seemed quiet, only a few people there, so I entered and went directly to the counter. A sweet looking older woman looked up and smiled inquisitively. “Por Favor, Dos Café con leche e bollos, para llevar.” I hoped I had correctly ordered my favorite light Spanish breakfast for Raoul Ataşehir escort and myself, and smiled back. “Si, Senora… Ah… English? You look so pretty, you must have a man with passion…” She gazed into my eyes, and I could only wonder is she was related to my landlady to even think to say such a thing. “No, I don’t. Why do you think that?” She gazed deeper into my eyes, “Oh, but you look so… so satisfied.” Remembering my shower, I could feel a deep blush growing from my chest to my cheeks, but forced myself to just smile back. Hoping to hide my embarrassment I looked out the café door and saw my handsome neighbor passing, he stopped for a moment and looked straight into where I was standing, but I was sure he could not see into the darkened doorway. Yet, I again felt as if he was looking at me. Just seeing him, my stomach tightened. Then he turned and continued on down the street. A moment later my breakfast was ready to go and thanking the matron, I headed down the street. Ahead I could see my handsome neighbor, his light brown hair standing out against the dark haired Spanish locals. He was tall, and wearing a lightweight sports jacket that framed his broad shoulders. I could occasionally see his cute bum as he walked and I found myself wishing I could give it a squeeze. He stepped into a shop and just as I passed the door, he came out the door, nearly running into me. Pulling his sunglasses down, I was drawn to his eyes, the blues and greens of a mountain stream. “Oh, Perdón,” his deep baritone voice stunned me. I knew that voice. “Caderyn?” His eyes looked puzzled for a moment, then I saw a spark of recognition. “Belinda?” We both laughed, and he held out his hand, “Belinda, it is a real pleasure to meet you in person.” I took his hand, it was warm and his fingers grasped my hand with a firmness that I shall not soon forget. We stood there for several moments; our handshake lacked motion but continued as a warm touch, as if we were both relishing the sensation. I finally answered, “Yes, Caderyn, I finally see you, err… meet you.” Images of him from the night crept into my mind and I found it difficult to think further. I remembered him in the shower, yet my mind kept envisioning his eyes, staring at me in the dream. I tried to focus, “So, you are going to the university?” He continued gazing into my eyes, “Yes, may I walk with you?” I could only nod my head. We started to turn, to walk together, when we both realized we were still holding each other’s hand. Laughing in unison, he released my hand, and we walked toward the university. “So, your uncle is Professor Raoul?”, he had surmised from our telephone conversation the day before. “Yes,” I answered, “he is married to my mother’s sister and they live here, but what are you doing here?” “Oh, Raoul didn’t tell you? I have a software system that we are going to be using to analyze segments of the genome against others segments.” I explained that I was here to study a similar genome situation and we continued our walk discussing possible variances in genome structure. Still, as exciting as the conversation was, I was more excited by Caderyn. We arrived at the university and he paused. He turned, looked into my eyes, “Will I see you later, for dinner?” I laughed, “Why Caderyn, are you asking me for a date?” “Oh, what I really meant to say is…” His eyes looked longingly into mine, “May I see you later, this evening, for dinner? Belinda, would you please join me for dinner?” My breath froze in my chest; I was suddenly Ümraniye escort bayan afraid that once I took that step, there would be no turning back. I took a deep breath, gazed in his eyes, and said, “Yes”. _ _ _ _ _ _ The morning passed in a whirlwind, I buried myself in my research and before I knew it, lunchtime had arrived. Again I stayed alone, wanting to complete as much as possible in the time I had. Late in the afternoon, Raoul came in. He looked quite excited. “Belinda, Caderyn is ready, I want you to come meet him.” I had neglected to tell my uncle about meeting Caderyn that morning and for some reason chose still to not mention it. We headed down to the university computer center, joining several other professors as we arrived. As we entered, I saw Caderyn seated at the front making adjustment on the overhead projector. We were seated, I somewhat near the rear, and the room darkened. Caderyn began his presentation, displaying genome structures, each quite different from each other. Then he selected several of the contigs for comparison. Surprisingly there were identical contigs within totally different genomes. He then ran searches for matching contigs that existed in the cloud database. In a few minutes, results started returning and we could see identical contigs appearing in diverse structures. He adjusted the search parameters and the results changed, eliminating many of the genomes for species that didn’t fit the search parameters. Thus, we spent the afternoon, the audience becoming involved as they added their own search parameters. It was fascinating, and I could see many possibilities in my own research that could benefit from access to his “cloud”. Finally, at about seven that evening he had completed the presentation, and the group gathered around Caderyn. He looked into my eyes and I noted his warm expression, but he did not address me, he only smiled. Everyone had questions of their own, and I listened to his deep voice, full of confidence as he answered each question. Several of the professors were now taking turns at the keyboard typing in queries. I ventured forward and soon found myself behind Caderyn as he was adding input to the search engine. He had a very masculine smell that reminded me of an expensive French cologne, but somewhat earthier, like warm leather. He looked up in my eyes, “Belinda, would you care to try it?” “Yes, Caderyn, please.” As I sat down, I glanced up and noticed my uncle with a small look of surprise in his eyes, his eyes searched mine, then he looked again at Caderyn. I studied the screen for a moment then entered a contig related to my research and then added a search limiter to seek only results from South America. I followed with additional limiters and was stunned to see a several matches in just a few minutes time. I realized I was only using one contig and wondered how far it could take it with additional contigs from the genome. I felt the warmth of Caderyn’s hand on my shoulder. “You seem to have a knack at this, perhaps you might want to work with me on it?” “Oh, Caderyn, I would love to…”, at the moment I wasn’t sure if I was announcing my desire to work on Caderyn’s software or his hardware but I sensed I wanted both. I really couldn’t believe I was thinking of such things. It was late and everyone was leaving in small groups, I could hear many excited voices as the departing professors discussed uses for the new technology; everything from viruses to bacteria to mongooses. Raoul looked questioning at me, but Escort Bostancı I whispered in his ear, “Caderyn and I are having dinner together.” His surprise gave way to a knowing wink and then a quick kiss on the cheek. Caderyn took my arm and we walked out into the cool evening air. We chatted for a few moments about the presentation, then he asked me, “What is you favorite food?” “I love the local food, fish and lamb with all the delicious seasonings, the food here is so… satisfying.” “Fantastic, I think I know the perfect restaurant.” As he then took my hand, I felt sparks of excitement course from his skin into mine. This man was having a tremendous effect on me, and I already found it difficult to keep any distance between us. He guided me down a narrow walkway, and I could hear music nearby. We turned a corner and my senses were overwhelmed with a rich aroma. I could discern so many delicious flavors I knew I was entering heaven. Warmth filled the doorway, welcoming us in. As we entered, a heavy set, older man in the back recognized Caderyn and motioned him back to a table near a large fireplace with warm embers setting the mood. “Caderyn, how are you my friend?” he said embracing Caderyn. “Benito, you old rascal, I am famished and I know your cooking can satisfy me like no other. But you had best behave, I have brought a friend as well.” Benito appraised me and then gave me a sudden hug, “And who are you, my beautiful lady?” Before I could respond, Caderyn said, “Benito, I would like you to meet Belinda, she is here doing research. Belinda, this is Benito, the best chef in Barcelona and a dear friend, be careful he does not seduce you with his food.” Benito roared with laughter, and with one look in his eyes I knew I was with friends. He smiled at me and I teased, “Benito, I do not seduce easily, so you better have real magic in you kitchen.” “Ah, Belinda, you are much too young for me and too beautiful as well, but you might just have what it takes to tame Caderyn. He is forever a rascal as well and deserves to experience the fate of a man in love.” We sat down and before we could think twice, Benito had removed the menus from the table. “Allow me to choose? I promise to satisfy you as only a true lover could,” he winked and then patted his generous stomach. Thus we put ourselves in his hands and he assured us we would have a feast. A moment later an attractive lady brought out a bottle of delicious local wine. Our conversation drifted around our childhood, his in Wales then later the US and mine in Australia and now in UK. We had both traveled extensively though our lives, and found so many common threads in favorite towns, foods and passions. I loved the way he continued to look in my eyes as we chatted. His presence was nearly overwhelming and when he gazed in my eyes I felt a warm desire to mother him. He scarcely needed mothering, nevertheless I still wanted to pull his head to my breasts, stroke his hair and feel his warm breath against my heart. We stayed there for hours, but finally the warmth of the fire was dying out and we had long since finished the superb Rioja Braised Lamb Shanks with Saffron Rice. We savored a glass of Amaretto and although we didn’t want the evening to end, we both had a long day ahead of us. As we walked out in the cool evening air, I shivered. Caderyn quickly pulled his jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders. I looked up into his face and found his eyes searching mine. He arms were still on my shoulders and he pulled me into him. I eased my head back to look into his eyes and felt his hands gently caress my face. Sliding his hands behind my neck, he pulled me up to his lips. It was a tender kiss, and lasted only a moment. He then eased back, still gazing in my eyes and we stood there. We continued to gaze into each others eyes, as if searching for where this was leading.