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The ?Fulge?,--------------------------------------------------Her knee-high translucent skirt was oscillating at the cadence of her purposely slow pace set by the sharp sounds of her high heels. The sweet movements of her model like hips, up and down the popular Madrid street was generating the desired effect on the now transfixed set of on-lookers. Helena?s long wavy hair were almost indistinguishable from the tight, black, interweaved top that was meant to show more of her beautiful olive-tan skin, clear indication of her Mediterranean origins with a hint of distant Moroccan antecedence. Everything about this Spanish beauty?s appearance spoke of her well crafted, sophisticated ways only brought possible by her extensive wealth. Yet, all the wealth in the world could not bring back the long gone passion and love for her husband. Manuel had gradually started to neglect his wife and his own body progressively over the course of their 11 year marriage to the point where it felt more like a cohabitation than a union, to both. Their intimacy had stopped 2 years ago, after it had deteriorated to the point of being unsatisfying for all parties. Of course they had both attempted to relight the flame, but their vain, uncommitted attempts were frequently shattered by Manuel?s demanding job that took him to long trips away from home. Manuel loved his job. He was making a great deal of money being a schedule organizer for one of Madrid?s popular soccer teams. He was responsible for organizing trips, hotel accommodation, security and even ?night time entertainment? for the spoiled players; a combination of skills that was hard to come by; Skills for which the club organizers were ready to remunerate generously. Beyond the substantial pay, Manuel also had a lot of fun and skills with younger girls from different town who were not lucky enough to land in the arms of a star player. All those skills did not help at home though, as his wife had since given up on ever having an exciting marriage with a boring husband that she tried to convince herself that she still loved.Helena wasn?t going to leave him though. Any idea of leaving or cheating on her husband were quickly suppressed by her tough religious upbringing and locked away by her strong feeling of responsibility towards her 11 year old son. She did however find passion in other things: Art and ?Madrid downtown cat walking? to attract the praise of bold young men and the envy of other women.With the years, Helena noticed that her body was becoming more and more sexy. Her previously smaller than average breast had, over the years, fully developed into perfectly sculpted contours of delight that defied the logics of aging. The well aged 37-year-old had a cleavage seamlessly transformed into a long, slender, strong abdomen coated with a thin layer of soft flesh which coupled with her naturally tanned body created erotic impulses of disarray on onlookers. Her hips and back, not to be undone by her upper body, were shape to provoke. And provoke she did?Helena would savor her weekend shopping sessions which enabled her to spend copious amounts of money, while satisfying her sophisticated craving for trendy attire. But beyond the obvious thrills of shopping, these were Helena?s marriage therapy sessions. She would spend hours carefully choosing the details of the clothing, makeup and hair to send an unspoken message to all: ?I am beautiful and sexy, and I want you to look.? She especially loved turning down offers from gorgeous Madrilan studs who had no chance of ever seeing her panties, let alone her crusty nipples, hardened by the idea of being wanted by so many. If she couldn?t have sex, in or out of her married life, at least she had a long collection of stained panties brought on her generously humid ?entre-jambe? falling to contain the excitement of her platonic courtings. It wasn?t all pleasure though, these open-sky, public flirt usually left some heavy guilt, as she felt that she was, in some ways, cheating on Manuel even if it didn?t involve any sex. Her confused feelings of guilt and pleasure where usually overshadowed by pleasant reminiscences, of perfectly shaped male bodies and voices courting her in the open, in public, helping sharpen her skills as an ?allumeuse? (an expert do-nothing sexual provocateur). But this weekend was different. This weekend she dressed a little more conservatively and her mind was far away, unable to enjoy the envying eyes. Her head was running multiple scenarios in which she tried to convince Manuel to let her travel alone to Montreal. Manual was always able to find some reason that would prevent her from leaving Spain. ?But I can buy you everything you need? he would say? If she was really pressing he would use his ace. ?Who is going to look after our son??This weekend she was prepared. No excuses were going to stop her. Manuel tried the usual routine and excuses. He was actually surprised at how well prepared Helena was and finally caved in with a smile. ?Bueno! Bueno! This must be some art exhibit. It has you all worked up.??It?s not any art exhibit, it?s Jake Armstrong. This guy is destined to be one of the greatest contemporary ar...? She started with a noticeably excited voice.?Just bring me a nice painting to replace the one in the main dining room. I never really liked that one,? said Manuel.Manuel hadn?t seen his wife so excited since their wedding. Deep down he hopped that this trip would bring her joy and maybe reignite the passion they once had for each other. Somewhere he still loved her, he thought, but he had forgotten how to take care of her. But he was also wondering if it wasn?t just the memory of her that he loved and wondered if that this was also reciprocal.-----Helena loved the exotic Montreal from the moment she stepped out of the airplane. The whole city gave her the impression of being a traditional European setting from which cutting edge American style Modernism was bursting out everywhere you looked. She was also fascinated by the ease with which people switched from French to English, two languages that she loved to practice. Helena also fell in love with the ?Montrealais? themselves. The city was filled with beautiful unique people, dressed to impress with obviously gym tortured bodies. Helena felt in her element. Even though she wasn?t receiving nearly as many looks, she enjoyed the city and all the Maltepe Escort (http://www.escorttoken.com/) beauty it had to offer.Helena spent the whole week shopping, cat walking and making a small collection of self-soaked panties from the courtings she received of very few men who dared defy the local standards. The exhibit was one day away. She was now boiling with excitement and anticipation to see some of Jake Armstrong most famous pieces in person. She spent the night dining at the ?baton rouge? and enjoying the nocturne transformation of Montreal. Even sexier men and women were now flooding the streets in a rush to find a spot in the coveted clubs where flesh met flesh, in a rain of electronic music, draped by dim lights to hide the sins of youth.She remembered her own youth and how much fun she had had prior to her wedding and her son. Above all she remembered her lost aspirations, how she had had to make a choice between completing her art studies and wedding with a then handsome but still rich Manuel. In some ways she still held it against him. She still saw him as the cause of her failed dreams of becoming an established contemporary artist. She still blamed him for confining her in a life of boredom. ?Madame! Une autre tasse?? asked the server, gently bending down while gesturing to the jar he was holding.She gladly took a second cup, and summoned all her strength to push away her dark memories to enjoy the moment. It didn?t work, because some moments later she was asking herself why she stayed if she was so unhappy with Manuel. Why not leave him or cheat on him like her friend Consuela. Consuela had confessed to her, a year before that her marriage wasn?t going well either. She had told Helena that she had had twice as many lovers as her and Miguel, her husband, had had fights. Helena had laughed, but she remembered very clearly how hard her nipple had gotten and how much she had been turned on by the dirty confession. She also very distinctly remembered how guilty she had felt afterwards for having encouraged Consuela. May be she had done so because she knew she never would have been able to do the same and was using Consuela?s actions to sooth her pain and also fuel her conflicted fantasies. ?Encore?? asked the server, this time with a charming smile, almost inviting.?Non merci?, replied Helena.She wasn?t in the mood to enjoy the scenery anymore nor was she willing to even flirt with the gorgeous well mannered server. She quickly paid her bill and hastily made her way to her hotel while fighting waves and waves of guilt and sorrow. She desperately tried to hang on to the one thing that still gave her pleasure without guilt. Tomorrow she would swim in a sea of people and admire some of the great art work of her time.------The following day Helena hurried to the ?Place des arts? and was one of the first eager to enter the hall where the exhibit was taking place. Helena spent a great deal of time analyzing in detail art pieces she had mentally visualized for so long. It was pure joy only deterred by the fact that she couldn?t find the three latest pieces from Jake. These were one of the main reasons she had made the trip.She managed to find the spots on the white wall where the paintings were supposed to be. In their place an LCD display had been mounted. The display was slowly flipping through the missing pieces. A red and white banner was scrolling at the bottom of the screen indicating in English and French that the display was only showing electronic replicas. Upon inquiring, she found out that a very rich private collector had gotten hold of them a couple of hours before the exhibit and was adamant that he didn?t want them publically displayed; His right given the extraordinary sum he had paid for them.?What do you mean you sold them?? shouted Helena to the exhibit manager.?Madame, we are very sorry for this unfortunate situation. We would like to refund in full your?? said the exhibit manager clearly trying to maintain his composure.?No me importa! I came all the way from Europe to see these. Do you really think I care about the ticket?? continued Helena without giving him a chance to finish. After a few altercations, Helena was now trying to lower her voice to avoid making a scene. But it was a little too late for that. She heard a very deep voice coming from behind her. The voice had an obvious American accent, may be LA. It was as calming as it was deep.?Madrid, right?? said the voice obviously addressed at her.?Excuse me?? replied Helena while turning around to face her interlocutor.?I thought I recognized the accent. You are from Madrid right?? repeated the voice.It is hard to describe the quick succession of emotions that traversed Helena when she realized that Jake Armstrong was addressing her. She recalled feeling surprised, happy, amazed, ashamed, thrilled and somewhat excited. Above all Helena now felt stupid for starting a scene which meant that she was in disapproval and that Jake represented the center of that disapproval now that he had joined the conversation; a consequence she had not intended. The last thing she wanted to do was to make Mr. Armstrong to feel uncomfortable by being on the receiving side of a rant.?I am very sorry Mr...? Helena said hastily in a shaking, barely audible voice.?I didn?t mean to offend. I just??Helena could not finish her phrase as she needed all strength to hide the multiple symptoms of extreme stress she was experiencing. The website pictures and videos of Jake Armstrong failed to make obvious his handsome, imposing physique. He was dressed in a tight upper body synthetic material that outlined his muscular thorax, hinting of equally developed abs hidden by a stylish vest that seemed to be there to annoy would-be-admirers. His strong jaws and purposely grown three-day beard and short hair came in perfect contrast with the 31 year-old, sweet brown eyes. His charming yet masculine smile radiated an unusual confidence and calm accentuated by his lush flattened-heart shaped lips.Helena saw his lips move for a while but couldn?t make out what he was saying. She wasn?t sure if it was the shaking of her legs or the view of this expectedly beautiful man that was messing with her senses.?I didn?t mean to startle you,? said Jake trying to calm his visibly shaken interlocutor.?Let me try that again. My name is Jake Armstrong. I am the one responsible Maltepe Escort Bayan (http://www.escorttoken.com/) for this mess and I feel I owe you an apology.?That was it? Helena knew that this conversation wasn?t going to last much longer. Already she could feel the moisture developing beneath her tight skirt. She had had similar feelings before in the streets of Madrid, but this time it had a totally different dimension and intensity to it. The fact that the sexiest art world ?homme du jour?, Jake Armstrong, was now starting to apologize in such a nice way was more that she could handle. The quick succession of emotions culminating with a conversation with the drop-dead handsome Jake in front of the entire art gallery was enough to create a havoc of a flood generated by an equally rapid succession of incontrollable pulses and quakes from her womb to her vagina lips and legs. She literally had to start a strange dance and adopt indescribable stances to hide the soft silvery stream starting to make its way down her bare inner thighs soon to be visible by all if nothing was done. She had to bite her teeth together with full might to prevent would-be moans from being heard by the growing crowd of people now gathered.Jake?s lips were still moving. She was sure he was saying something else but she could only grasp fragments of it during the brief moments of respite that her now fully raging orgasm would allow.??bad. But I can assure you that I will try my best to compensate this ?? said Jake before being interrupted by the sound of sharp high heels on the hard floor.?Lo siento?? shouted Helena as she turned around and started to flee the scene.Helena was running as fast as her dress shoes would allow. She had to push a couple of onlookers to free herself from the circle that had hastily gathered around to watch the loud scene. As she made her way through the last line of the circle where the taller men had gathered to watch, the few men that were closest to her were hit with the sweet musky distinctive odor, collateral damage of her ongoing down climax that she had hoped she could hide by running away to the bathroom; obviously too late? Once in the cubicle of the clean, new age restroom, Helena had to set her stretched-out hands on the back wall, standing and stretching her legs so they wouldn?t shake as much. She had to wait while the last waves of the aftershock shook her body and trembled her legs like the released string of a perfectly curved bow. She extended the length of her climax by feverishly massaging her vagina, creating rapid sloppy sounds as her hands pulsated against the viscous liquid coating the now swollen member. She didn?t hold back this time on the moans. If any other broad was in the ladies, Helena was sure she would associate these sounds to natural bathroom sounds; although these were a little too loud.She had to be conservative with the small amount of paper towel left to clean herself up with gracious movements from the knees up. She laughed at herself for a while at her little girl reaction caused by the surprise conversation with the celebrity. She was also concerned that Jake was going to think little of her for her strange behavior. That didn?t matter much to her though. She was reliving in her mind what had just happened. She had heard of women climaxing before without any physical contact, but she attributed them all to urban legends until now. Her flirt sessions in Madrid were now going to have a hard time competing with Jakes effect on her. Gradually she could also feel the guilt slowly rising up and that is the last feel she wanted to feel at that moment; guilt towards an unloving husband that had neglected for so long; guilt from her religious morals and family responsibility. For the second time in that night Helena was running, pounding the hard floor with her Prada Gucci shoes, this time running away from her own self. ------When she stopped running she was on the balcony of the Place des art. The fresh air and the star sparkled sky were a welcomed relieve. The urban Montreal sounds are loud enough to drown any sorrows in an uncoordinated cacophony of good looking people and cars.It took Helena a few moments to notice that she wasn?t alone in the balcony. A tall, mid aged man in uniform was calmly enjoying a cigarette. ?Usually smokers would go breathless from running a flight of stairs that fast especially in high heels? said the man with slight sideways twitch hinting of a camouflaged smile.?I am not a smoker? replied Helena. ?I am just having a bad day?.?Sorry to hear that. Maybe I can help.? Here was that twitch again.?Cigarette???No thank you.??Trust me,? insisted the man with a more convincing voice.?If you are having a bad day this cigarette will help.?Paying more attention, Helena noticed that what she thought was a cigarette was actually a joint. The man had another sideway smirk that he made no effort to disguise this time.?The name is Richard by the way? he said as he started moving closer to Helena. He extended his arm to offer the joint.Helena took the joint and took a couple of breath before answering.?I am Helena.??That?s a beautiful name; uncommon for a Spanish girl.??Is my accent so obvious?? asked Helena in between puffs.?Not as obvious as your beauty.?Helena smiled at the direct attempt. Maybe it was the joint starting to lower her flirting standards.?You are not too bad yourself. But I am married,? said Helena. She had used that technique many times to separate out the boys from the men that really wanted her. If they passed, she would find herself being turned on by the fact that a man would want her so much that he was ready to disregard her marital status.?That?s what the other women told me too. Until?? continued Richard without completing his sentence.Helena was both shocked at his boldness but was also really enjoying his confidence. The joint-greased conversation now had a life of its own that Helena was more than willing to play along to.?I see,? continued Helena. ?And did you live up to their expectation???And then some???Sorry. What does ?and then some? mean???Long story; Let?s just say I don?t disappoint.?Richard leaned forward on the balcony and Helena could now make out his perfectly combed hair beneath his driver hat. Thin strips of gray hair were running down along his scalp just above his ear, which ironically Escort Maltepe (http://www.escorttoken.com/) make him more handsome. His pal skin and thin body contrasted with his large blue eyes that had a permanent bad boy look. As Richard got even closer to Helena and he stopped a couple of steps away from her to lean on the balcony gesturing her to pass along the joint. She gladly obliged and handed over the borrowed hallucinogenic. Richard?s outfit was strikingly ornate, clean and well ironed hinting that he may have been a driver for one of the rich visitors of the exhibition. ?Stop staring at me,? asked Richard in a soft voice without turning towards her.?No, I am not. I am???Don?t lie; I can feel your eyes checking me out.??You really aren?t shy are you???Well if I was, you wouldn?t like would you???How do you know if I like you.? said Helena while trying to control the tone of her voice to not give away any signs of her obvious growing excitement.Richard did not answer. He instead winked at her with another of his smirks. Helena felt that she had met her match in terms of flirting. Although Richard wasn?t giving her a platonic orgasm without touching her, he was never the less making her already soaked panties be subjected to another failure in liquids containment. Without asking, Helena snatched the joint from Richard?s hand and smoked the last puffs. She then threw the left over to the floor with sensual provocative motions, she bent down, facing away from him and killed the last flames of the joint in a posture that exposed her thighs and a bit of her wet panty-covered crouch to the attentive Limo driver.She turned around just in time to see Richards lustful waist high glance set upon her, crowned by a full blown smile. Richard?s smile was not the only thing that was full blown as Helena also noticed an impressive and very sizable bulge that was still growing and distorting his stylish pants.?So who is staring now,? asked Helena, pulling herself up very slowly while turning to face him. This gave Richard an opportunity to look at her half exposed superb hand size cleavage.?Well on my account you are still staring,? replied Richard. ?And I am sure you are not looking at my belt. ? Richard was now back to his cocky sideways smile which helped him establish the impression that he had regained the upper hand in the conversation.?I think we both looked,? continued Helena not wanting to takes things to the point of no return. Or maybe it was too late for that. ?I really need to go back and take part in the rest of the exhibition.??Well, it was a pleasure to smoke and talk with you Helena.??Yo también.??You are going to have to help me with that Spanish stuff.?Helena smiled at him as she headed back down stairs. She was soon back in the familiar humming of murmurs discussing Jake?s pieces. She wandered from piece to piece without paying much attention. Her interest for art had somewhat dissipated after the recent events. Her thoughts were bouncing all over the place remembering details of her last two conversations. One short, one long. One powerful, the other a flirter?s dream. One orgasmic, the other kinky and equally enjoyable.---------------------------------She spent the last two hours of the exhibition lost in her recent memories. She was still day dreaming when a voice she recognized spoke from behind her again. This times Jake made sure to tone down his voice so as not to startle her.?Hi again! I am really sorry for before.??It?s Ok. I am the one who is sorry for running away. I guess I was too ashamed for making a scene.??That?s OK?, reassured Jake. ?I would have made a scene too if I had crossed the Atlantic for an exhibition only to find that the best pieces were missing.??Thank you Mr. Armstrong. That is???Oh please, call me Jake.??Thank you ? Jake,? said Helena, savoring the opportunity to call him by his first name.?That is really reassuring. But I still made a fool of myself.??Absolutely not. Mrs..?? inquired Jake.?Call me Helena??Helena. That is a beautiful name.?Helena smiled at the compliment, but quickly convinced herself that Jake was just trying to be nice. He probably said that to all the women he met.?Thank you.??Look Helena, let me make up for my rude introduction before.??You really don?t have to Mr. Armstrong. Jake.??I insist. I know offering to pay you back would be like an insult. I would never forgive myself if I didn?t at least mend things with such a gracious lady as you.??You really don?t have to. But if it will make you feel better, then I wouldn?t feel so bad about what happened.??Deal then and I think I have just the thing for that. I am currently close to finishing a set of pieces that no one has seen yet. I would love it if you could come to my place and I showed them to you. You could give me your opinion on those too. If you are OK with that.??I would love to,? replied Helena, trying not to sound not too eager. What could be better than to check out new unseen art pieces from Jake himself? Not to mention that she would be spending some more time with him.?Great then. The exhibit is almost over so let me call my car and we can be on our way soon.?Heading out of the exhibit Helena was more than happy to draw the envious eyes of the few women left as she was being led away by Jake Armstrong. She especially delighted in seeing two forty something equally sophisticated MILFs murmuring to each other while directing looks of anger and jealousy at her.The expensive black Limousine pulled in front of them. The driver got out, putting his hat back on before heading to the passenger sides to open the doors. Helena immediately recognized Richard. He approached the couple, opened the door and offered his hand to Helena. He quickly winked at her and displayed his brightest victory smile. Helena got in the car and turned towards the opened door just in time to see Jake give Richard a friendly push with his for arm which had the effect of widening Richard?s already surreal smile.?I see you have already met Richard my driver,? said Jake while sitting down and grabbing a bottle of wine.Helena blushed realizing that she had been caught staring at Richard.?Yes I did. We talked a bit on the balcony as I was taking some air. You seem to be very friendly with him.??Friendly?? said Richard voice through the interphone of the Limo.?This poor guy wouldn?t know how to have fun it wasn?t for me.?Jake quickly jumped in to give more context to his comment. ?Richard is an old, old friend. We go back ? what? ? Six year???Seven years,? corrected Richard while lowering the tinted glass that usually separated the passengers from the driver.?Ever since that Bitch left me and took all I had.??Richard! Be Nice,? said Jake hastily.