Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Awakening at Flamenco Beach - Part 3

... you. But if you need me to go in there with you and help you with anything…”> <”Sure… I mean, no! No, thanks! Wait here, please!”> I replied. As soon as I reached the room, I went in and made sure the silly door was closed and locked this time. Then, I rested against the door I don’t know for how long. I felt sick. I was so embarrassed. Have I no discretion? Have I no control? How was I going to look Alfonso to his eyes again? How could I ever work with him again? I knew I had to get my shit together and get back to the project. And I had to ride back with him. What would he think of me now? No, what was he thinking already? But the worst part was that as I walked away from the door and began taking my clothes off, I just could not stop thinking of him and his enormous cock. I couldn’t shake off image his gifted penis hanging flaccid, and yet looking so strong and large. I couldn’t then avoid picturing how it would look when it was erected. And then, there was his stare. It was also impregnated in my mind. Was there any kind of thoughts behind it? I couldn’t imagine that he would have any kind of indecent ideas on my account. Or would he? What if that was the case? It was all becoming so surreal. And the worst thing was to think that I liked him as a co-worker and maybe even as friend. I remember Alfonso had been nice enough to invite me to spend a day with his f****y in his boat during my first days. Being mostly a fishing town, a lot of people living in Culebra ...

... Island owned boats. Immediately after returning his service in the military, Alfonso had found a great deal for an old Boston Whaler. He was a fervent fisherman and after noticing I didn’t know much people in the Island upon my arrival to the project, he had the courtesy of extending the invitation. We even took me for some really cool scuba diving at a few sweet spots that day. He, his wife and the rest of his f****y had been such great hosts. Yes, of course, I liked him. How could I not? I mean, he was so nice to me. But now that all of this was happening, was he really nice to me for the right reasons? And how about me? Di I like him for the right reasons? Have I actually developed some kind of physically attraction towards him? Damn, A couple of weeks ago, none of this nonsense would have even crossed my mind, but now… after the stranger… Gwenn and Hank… All I could not pondering what was going on with me. Ever since I met that stranger the week before at the beach, something changed inside me that I couldn’t describe, and apparently, I couldn’t control it either. I went into the shower thinking that I could never… well, I should never do anything with Alfonso. I mean, he was so much older than me, and he was a religious man who was married to the nicest woman, and he had c***dren and grandc***dren, and he was my co-worker. It all seemed so insane. As I finished showering and began putting some fresh clothes, I tried to calm down. Then, I thought that maybe it was just a ...