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It was two weeks before Christmas and Mike weaved his way through the throng at the German market. Stalls with mulled wine and sizzling food from Mexico to Thailand were tempting his taste buds but he still had his sister’s present to buy. Though a few hours away, he was conscious of the clock ticking toward England’s quarter-final clash with France.It seemed odd having the Soccer World Cup in December. A multiplicity of objections against Qatar hosting the event had generally faded as the football took centre stage. Mike knew it was going to be a tough match and his hopes weren’t high, but he didn’t want to miss the game.He paused to listen to a Salvation Army band and was tipping a few coins into the collection when there was a scream and a commotion behind him. He turned to see a young guy hotfoot it down the street with a handbag, which had been torn from the owner. Mike acted on instinct and sprinted after the scrawny youth and caught up with him on the next corner. Mike tripped the robber and pulled the bag from his grip. The robber jumped up and attempted to retrieve his booty but Mike pushed him hard. The guy looked at Mike angrily and made off empty-handed.”I believe this is yours,” said Mike, handing the bag back to the girl who was still in shock and was being comforted by fellow shoppers. The girl looked up, taking her property back.”Thank you so much. I thought it was gone. How…?””It was nothing. Unluckily for that scum bag I can do the hundred metres in eleven seconds. You got your stuff back. That’s the main thing.””I was just on my way to the bank. My savings for this month!”The girl spoke with a heavy accent, which complemented her beautiful exotic features. Mike was captivated by her brown eyes and oceans of wavy black hair. She was above average height for a girl but not as tall as Mike.”Well, right place, right time, I guess. For me, I mean.””Thank you. You’re brave. He could have had a knife!””I never thought about it. Anyway, are you okay, you look like you could do with a coffee. Do you like chocolate?”The girl’s eyes lit up with the word chocolate.”Hmmm… doesn’t every girl? Why do you ask?””Just that I know this quaint little coffee shop and they make chocolates on the premises.”Mike put the girl in her mid-twenties, a good ten years younger than him, but there was something about her that he found irresistible. Even given the circumstances, he felt a bit cheeky offering to take her for a coffee, but adrenaline had taken over his ego.”That sounds amazing. Please, lead the way!””Awesome. I’m Mike,” he said, offering his hand.”Victoria, pleased to meet you.”They dodged the crowds and went off the main street down a narrow yard, which was lined with boutiques and gift shops. A whiff of scented candles was soon replaced by the aroma of coffee and chocolate as Mike opened the door to the cafe.”Oh wow! What a wonderful place!” Exclaimed Victoria as she perused the array of hand made chocolates”So how it works, you order your drink and you get two complimentary chocolates. You can buy as many as you like of course.”Victoria nodded.”This is my treat,” she offered.”Oh gaziantep olgun escort you don’t have to…””No, it is the least I can do.”They found a little leather settee by the window, the last glimmer of the day’s light dwindling as shoppers bustled by with bags of gifts and wrapping paper.Mike had dismissed any passing romantic ideas about Victoria, which were inevitable. He was heterosexual and she was stunning. Her voice was sultry, befitting of her Latin beauty. He was now just happy to enjoy her company. However, such innocence was short-lived when she removed her leather jacket. Her breasts were hard to ignore beneath her thin pullover. Her figure was just the feminine side of slim, accentuated by her tight jeans, her mouth-watering round ass impossible to miss”I hope you don’t mind me asking, are you Spanish?” Asked Mike.”Good guess, but no I am from Argentina.””Oh really. You’re a footie fan?”Am I a footie fan! Yes, yes! I adore football!””Excellent. So what’s your chances?””We will win of course!””You’re confident.””No, it is our year. It has to be. But surely you have a game tonight? You are not watching?””The kick off isn’t till seven, I’m still good.””Oh, I thought it was earlier.”Victoria bit into one of her chocolates, the caramel centre running down her chin.”Oh look at me!””Ah the caramel hearts – I should have warned you about those!”Victoria looked at Mike suggestively, he thought, though he might have imagined it, gathering the sweet centre with her finger and looping it between her lips.”How did I miss this cafe, these chocolates are divine.””Well, it is a bit out of the way. I don’t come into town that often, but when I do I have to come to the Chocolate Cellar.””Hmmm… is wonderful. Tell me, Mike, are you married?”Mike was a little startled by the question. It wasn’t overly personal but it was unexpected.”No, in fact, I’m not. I never have been. I broke up with my ex just before the lock down.””Oh, I’m sorry.””No, it was all amicable and everything. She went to work in New Zealand. And you?”Victoria bit into a ganache and hesitated as the silky chocolate melted in her mouth.”I am… that is I was in a relationship with a girl. Julieta and I split last year. I’m sorry, can we talk about something else.””Yes, of course, I’m sorry to have taken you to a dark place. Just that as we were sharing.””No, no it is me. I am sorry. It’s just that I have never spoken about it.”Mike was surprised to learn that Victoria had been dating a girl. When she had composed herself she explained to Mike that she had been in love with her girlfriend. Then there was this one party. Victoria had missed it as she had caught Covid, so Julieta had gone alone. Somehow a drunken kiss with another girl had led them to sleep together. Julieta came clean immediately but Victoria’s heart had been broken.”If it had been a guy, that would be bad enough, but another girl! I couldn’t take it. I came here, found a job working at a bar and we haven’t spoken since. That was seven months ago.””It sounds like you were really serious, gaziantep oral yapan escort it must have hurt.””Of course. I had two boyfriends before Juileta. Just like short romances, but Julieta was different. We had such a connection and we were good together, you know? I thought she was my soul mate.””Yes, but you’re here now. You survived at least. Would you like a top up?””A top up?””Sorry, another drink?””Please… but if I am keeping you away?””No it’s good, Victoria. I’m enjoying talking to you.””Me too. And more chocolate. I let you choose.”Victoria smiled warmly and watched Mike walk to the counter. She figured he was mid-thirties. Mature and sensible. And brave.Mike returned presently with the refreshments.”Let’s talk about happy things. The football!” Mike suggested.”Yes, the football! You have France next. Tricky, no?””Tricky indeed. I can’t call it to be honest. England are a better team than four years ago, but they’re not the finished article.”Victoria had clearly not fully understood, from her expression.”Sorry Victoria, I mean they’re not ready to win the World Cup.””Yes, I agree. I think you will. One day.””I hope so. But your guys – your year you say?””Yes, yes. We will win, we have to win. The last time we were in the final we lost. I was still at school. I cried for the whole day. I couldn’t go through it again. It’s too much.””Well, obviously I want England to win, but I want Argentina to win too, for you, if that makes sense.””You’re very kind, Mike but you have to support your team.”The two new acquaintances sipped their coffee and there was a brief awkward silence as they realised they were both studying each other.”I say that because I know you’re hurting and I want you to be happy,” Mike continued.”Oh we will win! When we win! Oh I will be so happy. I will celebrate! I am so horny when we win. I will want to party. I will want to fuck!”Mike gulped and laughed nervously.”Right.””You’re shocked?””Shocked is the wrong word.””Doesn’t the excitement of football make you want have sex, Mike?””Not normally. Well not until now anyway.””You got me two more caramel hearts?””Yes, I wanted to watch you eat them.””Hmmm… Mike. That’s very oh …presuntuoso. I don’t know in English.””Sorry, that was inappropriate.””It’s not inappropriate.””So, assuming you win, who’s the lucky guy?”Victoria looked round.”Oh I don’t know, maybe him over there. Who do you think!”Mike didn’t speak.”You saved me today, Mike. My knight in the shining armadura… in armour.””Okay. But only if you win?””Yes, only if we win, but we will win.””Well I hope you do now.”Victoria laughed.”No, you must still want for England,” Victoria said earnestly, holding a hand to her heart. “It was nineteen sixty-six. It is a long time.””I know but between winning the World Cup and making love to you…”Victoria’s expression changed.”Making love, Mike?””Whatever the word. I know which I’d choose.””Because you’re a man.””No, not because I’m a man. Because you are a fantastic, beautiful, sexy woman.””Thank you, Mike. But only if we win.”It gaziantep otele gelen escort would have been easy for Victoria to jump into bed with Mike. He was everything she liked in a man, but it wouldn’t have meant anything. She was still hurting after her break up and she needed closure. If she slept with Mike it had to be in the glorious moment of triumph when La Albiceleste lifted the trophy. If she went all the way with Mike only for her team to lose, it would leave a bitter taste. It would be empty and meaningless.”I think I get it. Where were you planning to watch the final, assuming your team is there?”Victoria explained that she was sharing a flat with an Italian friend and her partner. They had no interest in soccer and were planning to leave for Rome the following week after handing back the keys to the landlord. This would leave Victoria homeless until she departed for Buenos Aires to spend Christmas with her folks. Where she was going to watch the football was a good question.”I have a spare room. You’re welcome to come to mine for a week or whatever it is.””Really!!! If you’re sure?””Of course, I can’t have you wasting your money in a hotel.””Thank you, Mike. I’m so happy I bumped into you.””Maybe it’s fate.””Maybe. I would love to watch the final with you, Mike.””And if Argentina lose?””Then I will be a difficult guest. I will cry till I’m sick. ¡Pero no perderemos, es nuestro año!”———————————————-It was a week before Christmas. As the Christian world was preparing to welcome the Messiah, the whole world was celebrating the greatest football tournament on the planet. Despite all the misgivings, it was turning into a classic World Cup. England had been knocked out at the quarter-final stage. Argentina had had a tough game against the Netherlands, winning on penalties but had strolled past Croatia in the semi-finals.Victoria had moved in with Mike a couple of days earlier. In that time she and Mike had seen little of each other. She was out after tea time to do her bar work and back late, they were the proverbial ships that passed in the night.On the Sunday, Mike went for a run to clear his head. Even during the two days that she had been under the roof, the fleeting moments, Victoria was unintentionally tantalising him. She didn’t need to do anything provocative, her very presence was driving him crazy. Mike couldn’t even begin to describe his feelings. Saying that she was hot, didn’t do her justice. There was something more than that – a profound understated sexiness. The way she spoke, the way she walked. And her body. He had not seen beyond her dressing gown, but the brief views of her cleavage, the shape of her bum; she was an adult playground.He was making breakfast when she padded down the stairs. It was the first time they had spent any time with each other since their first meeting. Victoria was still in her pyjamas. It wasn’t that they were revealing, but they hugged her body in a way that Mike found extremely alluring.”Hope I didn’t wake you this morning. It was really late.””Morning Victoria. No, I was well gone. I’m a deep sleeper.””Good, what are you doing today?””Biting my fingers probably. There’s some fresh coffee in the pot.””Ah, you are excited?””I’m not sure excited is the right word.”Mike followed her every move as she walked between the toaster and the table, her hair a torrent of molasses.”For the game?””Yes, and that.””Ah. Don’t worry, Mike.””I’m not worried, I’m just… I don’t know what I am. You know.”
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