She was, to be point-blank, the sexiest woman alive. Over ten inches taller than I am, slim, with wild black hair almost to her waist. She moved sensuously, like a Chinese leopard. And even though Tekla was seven years older — I’m twenty-four — she always made my groin ache. I often wondered how her firm breasts, standing out like blunt missiles, could be natural on a woman that trim.

Moving into this exotic masseuse’s spare bedroom made for a more provocative landlady-tenant relationship than I could possibly have imagined. The agreement was that I be out of her house from ten to seven, so that she would be free to work her massage magic on her clients — on the very bed I slept in at night. Imagining all this consumed my office thoughts wholely: what her hands were doing while I keyboarded,... Leer Más