Juan’s favourite memory of his one night with Joana was not coming, or even her vocal orgasm.
It was the moment when she reached down and pulled her shirt up to expose her belly.
That was his invitation. Seeing that white tummy, his autopilot kicked in. There were curtains to close. A condom to find. A neck to kiss and a vagina to explore with his tongue. How she writhed!
He saw her naked breasts, buttocks, hips and thighs. He tasted her.
But nothing stayed in his memory like the moment she showed him her navel to say ‘let’s go!’
