Mario Part 2

There it is: “Majid but what are you doing here today?” In overalls, sleeves rolled up over his biceps and zip brought down to below the chest: what a show. “Hello Simone, my uncle asked me to come this morning in place to help” We get everyone to do their job, sometimes I admire the spectacle of nature with loads mastery cars on the transporter and climbs on it as an expert climber. We finish work towards 11:30, greeting drivers at the start and I ask Majid as he returns home. He said to take the bus that will pass in about an hour.

“Well, come with me I’ll give you a ride.” – “Thank you Simone, so I do not stick around for an hour waiting for the bus” pleased and responds with his usual smile charmer. The drivers are beginning to tease Majid saying that knowing surely will bring it the wrong way: a women! I’d take him again for a bad road, but certainly not to women, I think to myself.

We get in the car. “Majid, but where do you live?” I ask. He explains where he lives, essentially on the outskirts of the village where I live, is well on the street: we start. Street we start talking about various things, including my passion for the cous cous, a typical dish Maghreb. “My mother this morning cooked cous cous” says Majid smiling,

“She works as a dishwasher in a restaurant today and will remain all day at work, Mohamed uncle went to his brother who lives in the city, are only at home, so why do not you stay lunch with me, everything is ready, I’ll let you taste the cous cous my mother! “saying this he smiles and gives me a pat on the back. Here today very nasty turn! “Majid, because I would come again but I also have lunch ready and then I have commitments in the early afternoon.” Better to avoid …

“Come on Simon, I’d really love to have you for lunch at my house, my mother cooks a great cous cous, eat and then go away right after” I think a bit ‘up; Maria, my housekeeper would make me find the gravy, I should just cook the pasta and eat: but want to put the couscous with a plate of pasta! “Majid Ok, you got me by the throat, I rest again but I’ll have to leave immediately” –

 “Do not worry, Simon, I will not waste much time” promises me the mandrill. “Majid, but you know I never realized how old are you?”, I ask the guy “28 in two months” – “Man, Majid! You gave it 34/35 “Majid looks at me with his emerald eyes, smiles and” Do you mind? I know I look bigger “-” No, why should I mind! For me go just as well! “I smile and I wink: that they are brazen! So we continue our journey, talking of this and that, ask him how he managed to stay so fit and tells me he gets up every morning at 6:00 to do some ‘of home exercises or go for a race through the streets of the area where he lives.

We arrive at the home of Majid, a country cottage, a single deck with no ceiling and plaster, faded green shutters in PVC, an old golf without wheel stops on the bricks in the open space with gravel in front of the house. I stop the car in front of the entrance door of aluminum and glass, with pots of flowers and plants of various odors on the sides. We enter a small corridor on which open the doors of the various rooms: a smell of spices over me “Smells good!” He exclaimed, “My mother is the cous cous chicken and tastier vegetables in Morocco,” says Majid happy and proud. On the left of the door of a small kitchen where I see the table already laid for a person, everything neat and clean. Majid enters to the right of the room, with walls painted an almost emerald: I follow him.

 “This is my room, I’ve painted,” he says with a hint of a smile. Opposite the door there is a sofa covered with a giant multicolored headscarf oriental designs, perhaps to hide the years of wear and tear the furniture; under the window on the right, a table with two chairs, books, magazines and a glass jar with fabric flowers on the floor. Across the room, a bed and tidied up with a light blanket that looks almost like a carpet. A cupboard with two doors and a chest of drawers with over a crystal TV and a satellite box complete the decor of the room, clean and tidy. You note the presence in the house of a woman holding the cleanliness and tidiness.

“Simon, you really hungry?” He asked “No, I lunch a little ‘later, why?” – “I would like to take a shower, before lunch, this suit makes me sweat a lot” – “I have not heard of puzzassi sweat “I reply with a laugh. “But nooo, I take a shower every morning,” he replied embarrassed. “Quiet go ahead, I will not die of hunger!” – “Ok, I will soon, be my guest, you turn on the TV” I sit on the couch, Majid pass me the TV remote control, go to the closet, I follow him with eyes , turns and “Do you mind if I take off here?” – “Quiet I have already seen many naked men in the gym,” I reply hint of a mischievous smile. He smiles and goes next to her bed.

From TV, an Arabic music channel, sends a video of a girl who sings, the music is very beautiful, but I do not understand a club of what he says. Majid her back to me slips off her shoes with help of the feet, slide the hinge-out gear down, clear the first one shoulder and then the other and lowering the top garment to the waist freeing shirtless and showing a smooth and taut skin on the back muscles. To me part of the hormone! Now I get up and jump on me! Simone calm … breathe! You turn, lowers the suit down to his knees, exposing the white briefs from which glimpsed all forms of sex.

It stands with his right hand and begins to caress herself before the opposite shoulder and slid down on well-defined pectoral covered with a light down.

“I would go to the gym,” he says looking at and caressing the pectoral “But I do not know where: where are you going to the gym?” He sketches a smile and look at me doing runs his hand down toward the flat belly, then began smoothing the hair that rises by slip. I’m confused, do not understand anything, the Arab song, the smell of the house spices, a hint of streap tease Majid, were stoned and excited me. “Sorry, Simon, do you hear what I said?” I cross my legs to hide the swelling that was growing in my blue cotton trousers. “Yes, of course,” I replied beginning to arrotolarmi his sleeves: I feel hot.

“You could come to try the gym where I go” He adjusts the parcel, sits on the bed and ends to get rid of the suit and then socks blacks Nike. He gets up, shoes flip-flops on the floor beside the bed. He has also shot in the dick, that’s a nice curved cucumber to his left. Approaching, tries to cover his erection with one hand and stops less than a meter from me. I admire all its physicality bronze, he leans over to me and ‘Let’s not pretend nothing happened, “he says” What do you mean? “I reply with making surprised. “I saw you excited, looking at me naked, and it’s not the first time you’re gonna get. I knew from the first day we met in your office and then every time you came nell’autolavaggio with various excuses: Simone I like you! “It even lowers more about me and kisses me on the lips. I have the chills that run through my whole body. We hug.
 
I start to kiss those full lips and soft, her mouth open to him and he does not miss the opportunity to intrufolarvi his tongue. Our tongues are beginning to flicker on each other, intertwine into and out of our mouths. Majid covers me with his powerful arms and makes me lie down on the couch.

We hug, strusciamo us, we kiss hungrily under the lobes of our ears, kissed my eyes, I try her mouth, our tongues dancing together again. It has a male smell, slightly sour mixed with a hint of citrus scent. With one hand I held firm to his chin and begins to kiss and lick my hot lips now, it focuses on the corners: it’s torture! I pants bursting me. Him about me: are immobilized. Free a hand and I start to feel that marble body. He continues to kick my ass mouth with his kisses and small bites to his lips. I slide my hand toward his groin: I caress the hair that comes out by the elastic slip.