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we
going?”
    “You’ll
see.”
    “It’s a
little far, isn’t it?”
    He didn’t reply. He wanted to be
enigmatic. He turned right on a road lined by trees and they started to ascend
a dirt road.
    “Where does this road lead?”
    “Don’t be impatient.”
    “I thought it would be quicker. If
my parents discover I’ve left in the middle of the night—” as soon as those
words escaped from her mouth, she regretted them. She had sounded as a
teenager.
    “They will punish you and won’t
let you get out again?” he mocked.
    “Shut up.”
    Finally, they arrived to their
destination, a viewpoint located at the top of a mountain that offered a
panoramic view of their city, which was lit up with the public golden lighting.
They leaned on the rock wall that prevent visitors from falling and Sara was
glad to be wearing the jacket, because at that height, the temperature had fallen
several degrees regarding the temperature in town.
    “Why have you brought me here?”
Sara asked without looking at him.
    “It’s beautiful.”
    Her silence and frown said more
than any words.
    “What?” Roberto asked on the
defensive.
    “This is a place where a man takes
his girlfriend so they can see stars while they hug. No one takes here a friend
nor a fuck buddy.”
    “You’re wrong; I’ve been here with
my friends.”
    “To see stars holding hands?”
    “Of course not, I’ve come up here cycling
with my friends. You can check it on my Facebook, you would only have to see my
albums of a year ago or so.”
    “But you and I haven’t ascended
this mountain cycling, we haven’t come here to do sport, so it isn’t the same.”
    “Of course we’re here to do sport,
but not cycling, trust me” he said, and accompanied his words with a spank in
her ass.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she
asked, turning to him, and saw that he was too close. Their mouths could almost
touch.
    “Don’t you like spanks?
Sadomasochism is in fashion nowadays because of that book—shades of I don’t
know who.”
    “No, I don’t like spanks nor
sadomasochism” she replied and shoved him almost two meters away.
    He looked at her with surprise,
trying to guess if the warning tone she had used was real or just a game. He
found the answer when she started to unbutton her jacket and stood in front of
him wearing her light T-shirt and the white shorts that had the look of French
knickers.
    Roberto let scape an approval
sound that made his chest vibrate. He approached her and they entangled
themselves in a wet kiss at the same time that with their hands explored each
other’s body. When he got to her ass, he caressed the zone where the bottom
turns into legs and she felt tickles. She raised her leg and wrapped it around
Roberto’s waist, rubbing a little bit against him to excite him. He kissed and
sucked the skin of her neck and made her lower her leg. He grabbed her pajamas shorts
and took them off. He knelt before her and looked her with a suggestive
expression that let Sara know that he would stay there a little longer. He made
Sara open her legs and his mouth got closer to the innermost part of her and
attacked her with his tongue. He searched her entrance and stimulated her,
playing with her lips. Sara closed her eyes and tangled her hands in his hair,
gasping.
    “You’re good at this” she said
before kissing him when he rose, leaving a trail of kisses in her abdomen and
breasts.
    “Practice. Although I’ll be better
when you’re lying on a bed.” It sounded as a promise.
    Sara thought that it was her turn
to undress Roberto and, slowly so he would know exactly what she was about to
do, she descended and lowered his jeans. She left them on the ground and
kneeled on them so her knees wouldn’t hurt. She looked into his eyes while she
undressed him, like a porn star would stare at camera.
    He had a hard-on and his penis was
waiting for her as a flagpole. Without using her hands, she stuck out her tongue
and played with the glans.