Evening in ViaCatarina Mall, In the Name of Nuno Lopes

It was a Sunday morning, sunlight streaming through the window. I slowly opened my eyes and turned in the soft bed. The exhaustion and dullness of the entire week were weighing on me, so I thought I’d go shopping today—maybe it would lift my mood. After breakfast, I wore my favorite skin-fit jeans and a red top, applied light makeup, and let my hair down. Looking at myself in the mirror, I smiled and said, “Shakira, you’re a killer again today.”
 
I got into the car and headed towards the famous ViaCatarina shopping mall in Porto City. The moment I stepped into the mall, the crowd and buzz gave life to the atmosphere.
 
I entered a garments shop and my eyes landed on a beautiful summer dress. I picked it up and held it against myself when suddenly, a soft voice from behind said,
“If beauty had a face today, it would be you in this dress.”
 
I turned around and saw a handsome man smiling—tall, brown eyes, a light beard… and an aura of undeniable charm.
 
“Sorry, I hope I didn’t startle you?”
I smiled slightly, “No… just didn’t expect compliments from a stranger.”
He said, “Then maybe I should say enough that we’re no longer strangers.”
 
His name was Nuno Lopes. He admired my personality, my curves, like he had known me for years.
“This dress looks amazing on you, but there’s another one… I think it might complete you.”
 
I laughed, “Alright, show me. Today, I’ll trust your choice.”
After buying the dress, he asked, “Would you join me for a cup of coffee?”
 
I smiled… and for the first time, accepted an invitation from a stranger. We went to the mall’s coffee shop.
 
A coffee cup in my hand, and Nuno’s eyes felt like they were peering into my soul.
“You smile… but your heart seems elsewhere.”
 
I replied softly, “Sometimes, silence screams behind smiles.”
He gently took my hand and said,
“Shakira, I don’t know your story… but the color of loneliness is very clear in your eyes. If you want, tonight I’ll make sure you don’t feel alone.”
 
My heartbeat quickened. So much warmth, so much depth… and so soon?
But perhaps I was also in search of that touch, that truth. Emotions took my hand, and I left with him to his place.
 
Nuno’s apartment felt like a scented dream. The soft lighting and moonlight seemed perfectly placed to witness our union. He kissed my hands, placed his lips on my neck, and slowly undressed me like one unveils a secret.
My clothes fell one by one, and his touch ignited fire in my veins.
 
Moans escaped my lips, “Oh Nuno… ahhh… yes… what are you doing…”
He heard me and grew more intense with his touch. His breath against my ear whispered, “Shakira… you’re whole… your every gasp is driving me wild…”
My nails dug into his back, and cries left my lips, “Nuno… more… don’t stop… just like that…”
My body trembled under his fingers, my “oooh… ahhhh… ufff” echoed through the room, as if the walls themselves were bearing witness to our love.
 
That night, we didn’t just touch each other—we tasted, lived, and dissolved into one another again and again. He didn’t stop, and I didn’t hold back. In his strong arms, I kept falling apart, and each time, he held me like I was his treasure. My heavy breathing, my sweat-soaked lips, Nuno’s firm and passionate grip…
 
We were like two lovers diving deep into an ocean of desire. No sense of time, no awareness of the world. Just my “Ooooh Nuno… ahhhh… yes…” and his “Shakira… every sigh of yours is my triumph…” filled the night.
 
When morning came, I woke up with Nuno’s head resting on my chest, his breathing in sync with my body, as if we were still wrapped within each other. I kissed his forehead, ran my fingers through his hair, and softly whispered, “Nuno… I have to go now…”
 
He smiled slightly and opened his eyes, as if he’d felt every move I made. With sleepy warmth, he whispered, “Then promise me, Shakira… whenever you feel the need, you’ll come back… I’ll be waiting.”
 
Then, he reached into the drawer, pulled out a small envelope, and placed it in my hand. “It’s nothing much… just something to spoil yourself with… 10,000 euros, just for you… after all, a shopping queen deserves special treatment.”
I looked at him in surprise. He teased, “Don’t refuse now… your smile is all the reward I need.”
 
We had a light breakfast together. He served me tea with the message “see you soon” written on the cup. I smiled, kissed his lips one last time… and walked out, my heart racing—towards the office, but with a wish blooming inside me…
 
…to return once again to his embrace.