A Secret Summer with Miguel
Last April, my family planned a trip to Mendoza. I opted to stay behind, preferring the quiet of the house over the family chaos. However, my father arranged for me to spend the week with his close friend, Miguel. He was a handsome man in his early forties, tall and dark-haired with a commanding presence that I had always found intriguing.
The first few days were spent in easy conversation. We talked about my studies and his career, but the dynamic shifted one midnight. I was up late finishing a project when Miguel emerged from his room. He was dressed only in tight boxers, and the sight of his impressive silhouette left me breathless. The image burned into my mind, sparking a hunger I hadn’t known I possessed.
As the days passed, the tension between us became electric. A lingering touch while passing in the hallway or a gaze that lasted a second too long spoke volumes. One rainy afternoon, the pretense finally shattered. While sharing a bottle of wine, Miguel reached out, his thumb tracing my lower lip. The spark ignited a fire that consumed us both, leading to a passionate encounter that blurred the lines of propriety and desire.