**A Fuck in Lisbon**
It was during one of the summer breaks when I got the opportunity to visit Lisbon with my family, my mother and my father. it is such a beautiful place with so many attractive visiting places like beaches, museums, ancient decorative tiled places, to name a few.
My father got us two rooms for our stay at Casa Maestro. We would plan our entire day for visiting exciting places and would be back in our rooms just to hit our cosy bedrooms.
There I met Rodrigo, a young, smart, and caring guy. He was the son of the owner of Casa Maestro. He turned out to be a saviour for me as he would always help me with the internet troubles I would get in the hotel while talking to my BFF, Tisha.
He would show up whenever I would call the front desk for help. I asked for his help on the very first night of our stay when I was facing issues face timing my BFF. He came to my room where I was all alone, I was in my bathrobe, I told him about the network issues and he responded in his broken English that he would fix the internet.
He helped me with the issues within a few minutes and I gave him a quick hug out of excitement. I sensed a bit of excitement in his body language, he felt it too and he knew I felt it too and then he broke off the hug quickly. It got a bit embarrassing; he left the room. I got back to my facetime.
The next evening, again I had the same problem. Again, I called Rodrigo. I was anxious about seeing Rodrigo. He came to my room, wearing shorts and a t-shirt on the top. I was in my bathrobe as I freshly came out of the shower and my hair was wet and they were smelling really nice.
He fixed the problem within a few minutes and I again came closer to him for a thankyou hug and I knew he was expecting that too. This time he stayed for a longer time while hugging me. I could sense his body moving closer to mine in a slow rhythmic movement.
I was getting aware of his willingness to hug me for a while and to explore a bit more of me while wrapping his hands gently around my waist. He broke the hug and asked me in his broken English,” you do not use our shampoo, you use different?” I told him I use my Garnier shampoo.
He grabbed a strand of my hair and smelled it intensely and abruptly said:” no, it is not your shampoo, it must be your body soap.” I mentioned that it is my St. Ives pink lemon soap.
He then came closer to me and moved his face closer to my neck to smell my neck for a deeper inhale. I kind of let him go ahead with his move and stretched my neck a bit for a wider surface of exploration for him.
He tried to come a bit closer and moved swiftly a few inches closer to me and took a deep whiff. I allowed him to do so. I noticed him looking for my breasts from the little opening of my bathrobe. For a 15-year-old, my body was developing at a great pace.
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