I think that if I lived a hundred lives, it would be difficult for me to coincide with Marisol, a woman of social status, political ideas, and social circles so different from mine, but a charming, wonderful woman, a great person, and extremely passionate, even though, at first glance, she may not seem that way.
I met Marisol in a completely fortuitous and surprising way, which perhaps isn't quite relevant to what I described here. The gods, or the stars, must have been in a good mood that day because a rather significant personal spark formed between us.
Many things separated us, but perhaps not the fundamental ones, and we had some conversations talking about issues that were important to both of us and that coincided, basically culture and art (I don't want to seem like a snob with this).
Well, little by little, a certain (and a lot of) physical attraction began to appear.
Marisol would have been about 46 years old at the time. She was and is a renowned medical doctor in the field of research, one of those highly regarded professionals who often publish thoughtful articles in internationally renowned scientific journals.
She was a mother of two children, now emancipated, and although her thinking was quite conservative, she was seen as someone concerned about inequality and the necessary pursuit of social well-being for all.
She was about 1,60 m tall, with light brown hair. She had a beautiful body and an impeccable, perhaps somewhat classic, presence. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were certainly not small either, and her nipples were highly sensitive, which (at least for me) is always appreciated.
Finally, her eyes, large, were an exceptional caramel color.
Audio context
As I said, we had met a couple of times to go for walks or attend cultural talks, we had drinks or dinner and talked, we talked a lot, exchanging impressions.
That afternoon we went to a traveling exhibition at the Reina Sofia Museum in Madrid. As usual, we sat on a terrace, had a coffee, and talked a lot, but this time about intimate matters and shared expectations.
The recording was technically a bit of a disaster, but I used some techniques to improve the sound and give it some volume, because it was recorded very quietly. I think anyone who hears the recording will be able to perceive what really happened, which was a lot.
Marisol.mp3
