Marcelle just pulled Leonardo by the hand, held his hands tightly, and she soon entered a building, it was a very modern and recently built building, and as soon as they entered the elevator, Marcelle, positioned herself in front of Leonardo, supported her body against his, and kissed him, a kiss at the same time, wet and hot, the lips danced around themselves, moved, and met, the kiss filled and filled both their bodies with life, a shiver with The surprise of the kiss soon changed Leonardo's mind, he was now even happier.
It was a large apartment, very spacious, rich in details, there were few objects around the room, but still, a touch of good taste, some modern paintings on the wall, and lying on a large sofa watching a football match, was the brother of Marcelle, he barely looked at Leonardo, just said “Hi” and continued focused on football, meanwhile, Marcelle, just pulled Leonardo straight to her room, and with all this quick movement, Leonardo began to feel nervous, his hands They started to sweat, and apparently, their face too.
“I really needed to get home, I needed to take a shower, and change out of my running clothes, take off my sneakers, and put on some sandals.”
Marcelle had run into the room, asked Leonardo to sit on a chair next to her desk, it was very messy, lots of papers, some glasses, a notebook on, her room was between organized and disorganized, the bed was perfectly aligned , she had a whiteboard in her room, with some things written on it, to organize herself, another board, full of notes hanging on colored paper, her workstation was already more disorganized, also the bookshelf, some of which you couldn't see name, they were turned inside out, others were lying down, a book about drawing next to the notebook, apparently very old.
While Leonardo tried to capture some of the signals that Marcelle's room was emitting, he also looked at her, she was very agitated, and spoke even more quickly, and in a louder tone of voice, talking about how she barely had time to do laundry, and that she needed new dresses, she couldn't stand wearing shorts and pants anymore, she looked at some pieces of clothing, black pants, a red shirt, shorts with some rips, a ankle boot, she was evaluating the pieces, and talking about how she needed to update her style, but had almost no time for these things, nor the right company. A red shirt, and a pair of short, white shorts, while she was still speaking, she hurriedly chose her underwear, and told Leonardo to make himself comfortable, while she laughed, taking a shower, she left the red shirt and shorts underneath. the bed.
While Marcelle was bathing, Leonardo thought if he should try something else, go to her, see how she would react, but just thinking about it made his heart accelerate even more, his whole body seemed different, in a different vibration than the current one, the nervousness grew, even more, when thinking about it, his body trembled, starting at his feet, going up to his head, trembling, and shaking all his structures. He gets up, goes to the window of her room, he can see a small view of the sea, it's far away, but even so, he can see something, people seem small, seeing from that height, he then sighs, and says to himself, It's better to wait for her.
He walks a little inside her room, sees some books, many historical novels, something he wasn't very familiar with, some books on drawing and architecture, some picture frames, shy, almost imperceptible among so many books, people who seemed to be her parents, and she, much younger, was a beautiful teenager, a face marked by a childlike, sincere smile, a mouth stretched out in that smile, very high and flushed cheeks, an adventurous air, as if she wanted to go on an adventure inside some forest, she wore simple clothes, a white t-shirt, and a dark gray skirt. But ahead, another portrait, she is a little younger, perhaps, during college, there are four more girls with her, all smiling, glasses of beer on the table, a serious smile, at the same time, spontaneous, showing the hidden signs of her face, black jacket, well-marked eyeliner, strong makeup, very different, from her younger self, and hers now.
“Are you flirting with my photos yet?” Marcella spoke.
When Leonardo looked back, he had that mind-stopping vision, Marcelle with only her underwear on, her hair wet, and she was picking up her clothes to get dressed, she seemed to no longer be bothered by Leonardo's presence in her room, She no longer acted in a hurry, the shower helped, in some ways, she stopped the shirt in front of her body, looked carefully, before putting it on, she wore an almost sensual lingerie set, some hot pink and black bows. Marcelle's breasts weren't big, but they were well marked, above the marks on the muscles and ribs, they seemed perfect, on her body, as Leonardo had large hands, he would be able to cover each of them with his own hand, or perhaps, enjoy them in his mouth.
She first put on the shirt, and turned her body a little, seeing how it looked, and her hips were something phenomenal, long legs, with little muscle, but her butt was round, like a fruit, it seemed to be a perfect circle, ready to be smoothed, and savored with the look, her skin was almost entirely exposed, and not a word came out of Leonardo's mouth, only his eyes were talking, with Marcelle's body, they were already narrating the various adventures of love, which could live together, every night that they could spend side by side, he narrated all these things with his eyes, and tried to remain certain, because his blood was already circulating throughout his body, making him warm up, and expand, his ideas.
The shorts that Marcelle chose covered up to a little below her hips, a good part of her legs would be exposed, and they were beautiful to look at, it was a huge gift for Leonardo, being able to be in the company of that woman with such mature beauty, and so confident in herself. Her beauty covered her, from all sides, as if it were something unique to her, it was something natural, like water, and tasty, like water in the mouth of someone who is thirsty.
After getting dressed, she smiled towards Leonardo, turned her body a few times, asking how it looked, he just said that it looked wonderful, that it matched perfectly, yeah, it's difficult to go beyond those words, to expose everything that the body feels and thinks through of words, it was also difficult for Leonardo, he just said what needed to be said, before they left, Marcella applied a moisturizing oil to her body, her skin had a phenomenal glow, it looked like she was dressed in the night sky, full of stars, and a subtle, soft aroma, which only gifted those who were close to her, skin on skin, as soon as she caused another shock to Leonardo's nerves.
“Let’s go eat something, I know you must be hungry, those green juices don’t nourish anything.” Marcelle spoke, and soon they left, passed Marcelle's brother, without anyone saying anything, and left, to find something for the night.
The image of both of them walking on the night streets of Rio de Janeiro was very different, Marcelle was very well groomed, in a short time she managed to transform her post-run and tired expression and style into something more, a pair of triangular and golden earrings, a thin chain, with a circular pendant, replaced the watch she normally wears when racing for a gentler and more delicate bracelet, and only the perfume that emanated from her skin remained in the air, and it was good to smell.
Leonardo was still wearing his running clothes, a green shirt, and gray shorts, luckily, new clothes, chosen by Jane, apparently his skin tone matched the green, and made a good impression on whoever looked, and Marcelle was walking right next to Leonardo, they truly looked like a couple, who were already intimate, and knew each other well, anyone who looked at them passing through the noisy sidewalks, amidst street artists and bar music, would think exactly that, that they had already gone deeper into each other.
The night was busy, some street artists, bars already crowded, with people in white collars, blue collars, drinking, talking loudly, even though the weather was closed, and dense clouds covered the sky, the light from the streets and sidewalks left everything was illuminated, every face, smile, and word was visible, no one could hide anything in those conditions, everything was exposed, and not even intentions were hidden.
Marcelle invited Leonardo to a nearby bar, even though he didn't drink, there would be live music, and they could sit in good seats, as he already knew the place well, and Leonardo accepted, despite feeling drawn into the world of Marcelle, without knowing her so well, couldn't say who she was, she was still trying to unravel the mysteries about her, about the reason for the sudden change in her attitudes, she wasn't at all withdrawn, she seemed to try her best to please Leonardo, and he wanted to understand the reasons, and while he was thinking, he found himself in front of a large bar, while people were still crowding to enter, they stayed on the sidewalk for a while, talking.
“I found you so quiet earlier, what happened?”
“I think that's just the way I am, I'm a person who prefers to observe first.”
“I thought I had been friends with them for a long time.”
“I've known Jonathan for a long time, but it was the first time I went to his house, since he's been with Fernanda, we lost contact for a long time.”
“Ah yes, so it must have been a while since I saw him... I think that happens, I've also lost a lot of my friends over the years.”
“I practically got back in touch with him since we started running, I met him one day, by chance, I wasn't expecting anything more than a friendly greeting, but he surprised me by asking me to come run with him.”
“Wow, so you only started talking again recently? And what do you talk about? Did he say something strange?”
"Strange?"
After this question, Leonardo paused, and raised his head towards the sky a little, to think better, and it really looked like it was going to rain, the sky was getting denser and denser, and he felt lighter, just exchanging a few words, but he wasn't sure what Marcelle was asking about.
“Nothing very strange, he commented about how he met Fernanda, I also invited them to come to my house, so that my mother could meet Jonathan's daughter, but other than that, nothing much, we hardly talked, I think work and marriage made it difficult. keep them very busy.”
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“You invited them to your house? That’s cool, your mom already knows Jonathan well?”
“Yes, he sometimes slept there, sometimes he even stayed the whole weekend, but when he went to live in São Paulo, we lost contact completely.”
“That’s cool, so you were that kind of friends, really close…”
“At that time we could talk about anything, everything flowed well between us.”
At that moment, Marcelle took two steps back, she fixed her hair, and placed a hand over her mouth, she looked towards the audience that was gathering more and more, in front of the bar, she thought a little, Leonardo thought she would order for them to come in, but she continued asking.
“Having to hide, from Jonathan, have these... meetings of ours... hurt you? I don’t want to harm the friendship between you and Jonathan.”
“I even thought it would affect it, but I don’t think that’s even in Jonathan’s or Fernanda’s mind, they shouldn’t even ask anything about it, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“But, at some point they might ask, and... I think it's not the right time, I've been through a lot, and I've vented to Fernanda many times, this once ended up getting in the way of our friendship, between me and her, and I don't want something like that again.”
Leonardo didn't really understand what Marcelle meant, he was just confused, and nodded, and rested his hand on her shoulder, and gave a light massage over her shoulder, at that moment, she went towards to Leonardo and leaned on his chest, she seemed to fit perfectly there, she sighed a little, and then hugged him, and Leonardo hugged her in return, they hugged, and she just said softly “That's very good, it would be very important to me, if it stayed like this, the way we are, something just between the two of us.”
Leonardo was massaging Marcelle's head, her hair was still wet, and had a great smell, and her presence was one of pure love, it seemed as if the night sky that hid behind the rain clouds, was present, through Marcelle's body. Marcelle, the beauty of the night was there, with her, for Leonardo to contemplate, the dark of the sky, highlighting the brightness of the stars, the cold air that travels the earth at night, and the silent sound of Leonardo's heart, she emitted that everything, and went beyond the barriers and insecurities that Leonardo raised for himself in the last two years.
While Leonardo massaged Marcelle's head, he spoke softly, so she could hear, “It's going to be okay.” and her body moved a little after hearing these words, she raised her face towards his face, and stood on tiptoe, so that her mouth could meet his mouth.
People were talking loudly, but some, more excited, stopped their conversations, to shout and clap in the direction of Leonardo and Marcelle, but that didn't stop them from continuing, they kissed for a few more seconds, until they stopped and looked in the direction of to the small audience, and Marcelle gave a smile that would melt anyone's heart, and again, he hugged Leonardo again. They were different, but at the same time, they emitted the same thing, they looked like a pair of night winds, blowing through the night.
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The bar was quite crowded, they sat at a table on the second floor, they could see the show well, and watch people on the first floor, there would be a samba group playing, probably a lot of people would be dancing, and it was good to look at, and watch, even though Marcelle said she didn't know how to samba, she liked watching, and hoped to learn one day. Samba was something very outside of Leonardo's antenna, he was always more into rock, despite liking a few better-known artists and MPB musicians.
Marcelle ordered a small portion of sun-dried meat with fried cassava, and a caipirinha, Leonardo ordered a small portion of barbecue, and a glass of grape juice. At first they talked a little about music, he talked about the few samba players he knew, Marcelle said that for a long time she didn't care about these things, she listened to the songs that played on the radio, but in college, she started going to samba circles, and there she learned to appreciate this type of music more, but she didn't learn to samba so well, she just liked watching.
“This meat is delicious, you need to try a piece.”
Marcelle fed a piece of corned beef into Leonardo's mouth, she looked into his eyes as he chewed and smiled, showing how delicious it was. This made Leonardo extremely uncomfortable, being watched in that way, as if he were exposing himself completely, he adored Marcelle, he loved her company, and her mood was very different from his, it was everything he needed, and he didn't even know it, now he was Inert in this, like a nectar, he just wanted to delight in the emotions that Marcelle emanated, to completely smooth her body, to spend more time hugging her, and to kiss her completely, while feeling her skin, in his hands.
A small group danced in front of the samba band. Loud music filled the entire place, Leonardo would have to speak louder than usual. So, he preferred to just watch Michelle, while her eyes sparkled watching the dancing couples.
“You keep staring at me, do you want to say something?” Michelle asked. Leonardo just stretched out in the chair, he just wanted to go somewhere where they could be more comfortable, see Michelle's body again. The image of her getting dressed, and the black and hot pink lingerie set was still clear in Leonardo's mind. He looked at her, and different images flashed before his eyes, but he couldn't talk about it.
“I liked this bar, the food is great, I loved this music, I’m so glad you brought me here, Michelle.” The sound of her name coming out of Leonardo's mouth made her smile. “Did you really like it? We can come here more often.” Michelle reached out towards Leonardo and held his hand. She has a lot of attitudes, maybe she notices that Leonardo is more withdrawn, or that is one of her sides.
They seemed happy with themselves, Michelle's red tone matched perfectly with Leonardo's green tone. Holding hands, talking more openly, and trying to get closer and closer to each other.
Despite everyone dancing and singing happily, a serious expression was on Leonardo's face. He really wanted to go beyond that, go back to kissing, but he didn't know how he was going to do it, he also started to feel insecure. Everyone in that environment was extremely well dressed, while Leonardo continued to wear his running clothes and sneakers. He wanted to go somewhere else.
“What other places do you know around here?”
“Many, I normally stay more in this region, or Lapa, but I didn’t have company to come, it’s been a while.”
“Do you want to go somewhere else, it’s getting really crowded and noisy here, so we can talk better.”
Marcelle's gaze closed for a few moments. She was already on her second caipirinha, and said “Okay, let’s walk outside for a bit, I think I’m satisfied.”
A couple was walking down the streets of Rio, talking something, and smiling at each other, a little apart, a little distant, but laughing. The girl, in red, was peacefully walking with her hands in her white shorts. But she was happy. The boy was more closed, he also had his hands in his pockets, but he was looking at the sky, as if he was looking for the stars, and it seemed like he was thinking about something, more internally.
The sound of samba had changed to the sounds of conversations, on the sidewalks and bars, many people gathered. The street artists had already found their places to rest and drink something cold.
“This square here is perfect, we can talk here for a while.” Marcelle had stopped in a square near her house, and as soon as they stopped, Marcelle wrapped her arms around Leonardo's neck. “What have you been thinking?” She asked. Leonardo held Marcelle's waist, and brought his face towards her face, and said “I've been thinking about it.” And he kissed her.
The cold weather had kept people away from the street, only Leonardo and Marcelle stood out, those who went out to enjoy the night went into a warmer bar. The cold didn't bother that couple, who kissed so magically, they warmed each other up. The bodies met, hot, like the samba that was playing earlier.
Leonardo was becoming more and more passionate about Marcelle's form, her body was becoming perfect, more and more every second, and when he thought about her getting dressed, his member had become completely stiff. Pressed against Marcelle's body, she made sounds with her mouth, and Leonardo became more and more excited.
Marcelle moved away a little, and her hands gently went down Leonardo's body. They descended like feathers, they were light and soft, and Leonardo's body was soft and increasingly dense. Marcelle stood a few centimeters away from Leonardo, She looked at his face, wanted to see what expression he made, and while admiring his face transfigured, she passed her hand down his body, to the height of his waist, and then, she raised her hands again to the height of his chest. Leonardo made expressions of excitement, and bit his lips while holding back his smile.
Again Marcelle lowered her hand to waist level, and then slipped her hand inside Leonardo's shirt, she really enjoyed feeling his skin. This excited Leonardo even more, Marcelle's hands were incredible, roaming his body. He bit his lip harder and harder, while she looked at the expression on his face, as if she enjoyed everything he was doing.
In a slow movement, Leonardo lowered his face to the level of Marcelle's neck, began kissing her neck, after a few kisses, she stood on her toes, he took advantage of that moment, and pulled her, again towards his body. She was completely pressed against his member, and was rubbing and moving slowly, as if playing with Leonardo's body. He decided to put his hands inside Marcelle's shirt, she is moaning, extremely hot. At the level of his ear, and she runs her hand very slowly down her body, and goes up to her breasts, and massages them, over her bra.
Even though there were just the two of them, they were clearly visible, completely exposed in that square, just them, exchanging body movements, and facing each other, and feeling like they were going beyond. Leonardo's nerves were already about to explode, he wanted more, he wanted to kiss Marcelle's entire body, pass his mouth over every part of her body, savor every flavor she had to offer.
Marcelle's hands passed over Leonardo's back, and their tongues met again. Marcelle sucked Leonardo's lips and the tip of his tongue, in a completely sensual gesture. Leonardo begins to develop, his member is pressed against her sex, he feels a lot of things. And while she sucks his lips, he decides to massage her breasts, underneath her bra, almost removing them completely, in the middle of the street, not caring about who was passing by in the distance, or the dense rain clouds that were forming.
Her breasts fit perfectly in the palm of Leonardo's hand, he made gentle movements, an erotic massage, passing the part a little below his fingers over Marcelle's nipples. He was completely excited, his voice was in a completely passionate and erotic tone, and his body was now contorting, moving up and down, pressing itself against his member.
He wanted to taste Marcelle's breasts with his mouth, but they were still in a square, hidden, but could be exposed at any time. She stopped sucking and delighting in his mouth, took her hands out of his shirt, and wrapped her arms around his neck again. Marcelle had her face pressed against Leonardo's chest. She hugged his body even tighter, and got closer, even tighter, and continued moving her hips up and down, over his member.
She stayed like that for a few moments, completely clinging to him, and moving her hips, but even over her clothes, she could feel a lot of things, like Leonardo was wearing running shorts. He began to feel Marcelle's heat more and more, and Leonardo's hips began to move automatically, he could no longer control himself. Up and down, up and down, their hips moved, and hugging each other tightly, Marcelle's voice got louder, and she increased the pace.
Both were fitting in, they got to know each other better, with the language of their bodies, their movements, their silence. The dialect of kissing was better for Leonardo, but his body also knew how to communicate. Marcelle was moving even faster, she moved her face away from Leonardo's chest, looked at him for a few seconds, and kissed him, and after a few moments immersed in this kiss, she shook all over, and lost strength, and again, He laid his head on Leonardo's chest.