The Secrets of the Convent the Journey
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Chapter 2: The Farewell
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Farewell - We left the room where we had been so happy, leaving Miguel and Lilian inside. A short while later, Alfred unexpectedly arrived, cheerful and smiling, saying he had a surprise for us. Some of us hugged him affectionately, others kissed him, trying to find out what he was hiding, but we couldn't.
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Dawn was timidly filtering through the mansion’s curtains as we finally recovered from our collective delirium. Ester’s body still trembled gently on the sofa, while Alfred withdrew from her with a satisfied smile, leaving a glistening trail on his thighs. The silence of the room was broken only by our ragged breaths.
“We need to get ready,” said Miguel, sitting up and stretching his athletic frame. “The plane leaves tomorrow at dawn.”
Lilian, who had just turned eighteen and had been initiated into the pleasures of the flesh with such intensity, sat down slowly, still sore but with a newfound maturity in her eyes. Her legs trembled as she tried to stand, and Mari supported her tenderly.
“We need to take a bath,” I suggested, touching my own body covered in dried remnants of our games. “And then ... we have to figure out how to convince Juanito to join us on the trip.”
Alfred nodded, running his hand through my disheveled hair. “That boy has an ... extraordinary gift. It would be a shame to leave him here.”
We moved like a weary flock toward the mansion’s main bathrooms. The maid Lolita and the cook Anita had already prepared hot water and fresh towels, and we submerged ourselves in the enormous marble bathtub in groups, washing each other with almost ceremonial gestures. Miguel’s hands roamed my back while I gently cleaned between Ester’s legs, who moaned at my touch, still sensitive.
It was then that we heard the sound of a motor in the garden.
“It must be Juanito,” Lilian whispered, her cheeks flushing. “He comes early to water the rose bushes.”
A knowing glance passed through the group. Without a word, we got out of the tub, letting the water slide over our bodies as we wrapped ourselves in fine silk robes that barely covered our nakedness. Miguel and Alfred put on light trousers, their still semi-erect members pressing against the fabric.
We found Juanito in the greenhouse, watering the exotic orchids my cousin had brought back from her travels with a hose. When he saw us appear—five beautiful women in translucent gowns, accompanied by two athletic men—he dropped the hose, soaking his own work trousers.
“Miss Elena...” he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from the erect nipples that were visible beneath my damp silk.
I approached him with feline grace, letting my hand brush against the considerable bulge that was already growing in his soaked crotch. “Juanito, my love, we have a proposition for you. An adventure ... in Africa. With us.”