PERFUM

One morning, after breakfast, Mirza goes to her room to work while Kim and Wolfy go for a walk around the city. It's a dusty place. The heat is sticky and the wind coming from the desert gives the permanent feeling of being dirty. They wander around the city, aimlessly, enjoying the pleasure of walking with no destination just for the desire to be there. They walk shoulder to shoulder, without needing to speak to feel each other. The two silently enjoying the satisfaction of finally being together and the thrills of the trip.

When they travel, Kim and Wolfy often live their adventures together, but in parallel. Kim magnifies them and in every small detail he sees a movie world. Wolfy pays more attention to the plants, the small details, and does not seem to be so surprised by common things. He seems amazed at two gentlemen playing backgammon and, chatting with her, he keeps insisting on how endearing it is that they continue playing like in ancient times. She sees it as something normal and sits nearby to see what strategy they have. After a while she takes out a notebook and makes a quick sketch, wanting to draw them. In the end, the players, who turn out to be owners of empty shops, bring them some tea and the four of them spend an entertaining time talking, through signs, about banalities.

They continue their way and soon enter into a Turkish perfume store. It is a small business enclosed in a narrow room with shelves that reach to the ceiling, full of glass jars. On the counter there is a glass syringe and three tall containers of the same color. The shop assistant is a small lady, with wrinkles; very energetic.

She explains to them that she is capable of reproducing any perfume. She points them to glass bottles labeled with the names of perfumes in English or Italian from all the big brands. They go looking for orange blossom essence and the lady makes them smell a bottle with that intense fragrance.

Meanwhile, Wolfy browses the names of the perfumes. She asks the lady to show her one labeled "La Nuit" and just smiles when she tells her that that one is a man's.

They smell it. It is an intense, dry aroma, reminiscent of wood and sandalwood. Very masculine.

—“We’ll take that one,” says Wolfy to Kim, “I’ll give it to you. But I'm going to use it too. I want to smell like you”.

With their button of perfume bottles, they eat at a street food stall, sitting on plastic chairs. It is not a luxurious place. Not even too clean. But they order some stuffed eggplants and some scrambled eggs with cheese that leave them happy. And so satisfied that they return to the hotel to take a nap. However, they don’t really want so much to sleep…

Half an hour later, she is lying languidly on the sofa, between pillows, playing with his feet. Wolfy knows things. She knows that he has terrible ticklish spots on the bottom of his feet that make it almost impossible for anyone to touch them. But she also knows that the tops of those same feet are the most erogenous part of him; the one that sometimes makes him writhe and scream with pleasure and sometimes makes him hard. That is why, at this moment, she enjoys so much the undeniable pleasure of drawing the borders. She tries to trace with the tip of her tongue the line that separates the instep from the sole of the foot. The effect of this pastime is his moans; also that he now begs her to stop, now begs her not to.

At that moment Mirza enters the room. With the confidence she has acquired these days, she feels free to pass by just announcing her visit with her knuckles on the door. The scene she sees of them makes her smile openly and wide. She sits on one end of the couch, near the girl's head, to watch. Wolfy sees her and notices her curious face. But she doesn't stop gently running her tongue along the edges of her man's foot. Mirza then notices Kim's erection and a small laugh escapes out of her. Wolfy raises her head, continuing to play with the finger between her partner's toes, and asks:

—What are you laughing at?

—At that you know each other very well. When I entered the room, it seemed me a little strange to see you licking his feet. I thought I caught you in the middle of some weird fetish... but I just realized that he's just sensitive there, and you know it.

—You are very observant. And yes that's just it.

—That's the advantage of you being a couple.

—We are not a couple, Mirza. It's a little more complicated...

—Yeah. I know. But it is the advantage of you knowing each other. You know how to give each other pleasure. That's why it was so easy for him to get you to have an orgasm last night.

—I think, Miss Mirza, that you had yours too —intervenes Kim, who, for a moment, has stopped moaning.

-Yeah. I had it, but I couldn't get Wolfy to come.

"Well, that's a sign that we have to get to know each other better," says the aforementioned.

—Discovering someone new also has its charm… But I like to try and experiment. Especially with you.

—Definitely. Knowing each other well is pleasant, but not knowing and having to discover, too. You are very wise, Mirza. Now come a little closer, I'm going to show you which part of the foot you can lick and which part you can't…

Later, after playing for a while, the three of them are tired, comfortable and satisfied. They doze on the couch until they are awakened by the muezzin announcing the sunset. This soft music wakes them up. Just enough to go back to the caresses and the kisses.