From a couple of summers ago, I set up a little market very close to José Ignacio Lighthouse. It's not anything out of this world, actually, it would fit into the category of rustic local, with an air of cellar, semi-dark, cool, although prolix and clean. The area around the lighthouse is generally associated with selective tourism, unaffordable economically except for those who are too rich to notice. However, once upon a time, it was a humble fishing village, like Punta del Diablo or even Cabo Polonio, with the charm of good living sustained by craftsmanship and nature.
That's what I tried to recreate in my market, because I suspect that tourists from the lighthouse get shaken up by a certain cathartic impulse when they come into contact with images of fishermen, the smell of the sea and wood, the sound of waves at night and the fresh breeze on a hot day.
My other strong point is the price. I don't charge tourists more than what they would pay in a Supermarket in Maldonado. My competitors say it's the price of distance and quality, but believe me, the quality is the same. Among the group of clients who keep my business afloat (without great benefits) there aren't many famous people from the nearby shore. I never saw Marcelo Tinelli or Mirtha Legrand. Once I thought Susana Gimenez was entering my shop, but definitely it wasn't her. She had too many wrinkles to be someone who works on television.
One morning, a woman entered my market with an unusual freshness. I would call her ma'am, but Ricardo Arjona has ruined that word for me, at least, for the purposes of this story. She walked in with a determined pace but not rushed. Her steps sounded muffled by my wooden floors. She wore a hat that she didn't take off and partly annoyed me that she didn't, as if I were one of those puritans who care about the manners of fifty years ago. The woman looked around, I wouldn't know if she was searching or evaluating. I waited to see the corner of her lips twisted towards below, as a sign of disdain, but when the ambient twilight allowed it, I saw her smile. And I liked it.
At that hour, the sun didn't fully illuminate the local and I realized she was looking for someone to attend to her. When she spotted me, she made a hand gesture. This crowd wasn't used to self-service, I thought. Not blaming them. I wasn't used to service either. We're on our own.
-Can I help you?-
I sold her mineral water, fruits, and vegetables. While she was paying, she asked:
-Do you have any boy who can take my bags home? I've been walking from the beach and I don't think I can carry everything by myself.
I told her I didn't have one, but that I could lend her a cart. I imagined that lady, who must be older than me, dragging the cart up the street to her chalet at the Lighthouse. She'd feel like... an ordinary old woman doing chores. I liked the idea of seeing her do it. Later, I realized it was a cruel thought.
-Don't you have someone coming to pick you up in a vehicle?
-No-
She smelled good. Not like that sweet and cloying perfume of old women. She had a refreshing scent. She took off her hat and pushed back her hair from her face. Her hair was black, curly, and quite unruly. Almost wild. Her age became even more evident. Wrinkles were forming on her neck. Her mouth was... appealing, worth saying so. A wide mouth, plump lips. I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses.
-Before, I had a boy who would buy things for me, but he preferred to go on vacation- She smiled, and I understood I could laugh too. Another option would have been to disapprove of the irresponsible behavior of young people, which generates acceptance among older ones, but that seemed like an acidic hypocrisy to me, because in fact I was a young man after all.
-Okay- I said, searching my pockets -I'll lend you my car, if you know how to drive- and handed her the keys
-Course I know how to drive, are you sure?-
-Sure, go and bring it back when you're done, I have to stay here all day-
-Aww, that's a shame. Well, I'll give it back to you-
I watched her walk away. I observed the white dress that fit so well on her body. I'm going to tell you what I thought. I thought: That old woman is good...
Half an hour later, she was back. And I had spent some time thinking about her. If it was her money or her husband's. If she was a widow or separated. If she would pay for someone to give herself a treat, but she didn't seem to need that. She must have had her share of veteran singles. Veterans are now more liberal.
-What's your name?- she said while throwing me the key. I told her mine. She told me hers. She asked if I lived nearby, if I went to the beach, if I was single. To all that I replied no. The answer to the last two was time.
-I know a girl who is about your age, twenty-six. She's alone because her friends moved away this year. It would be good for you two to meet. I think you might like each other.
I told her she'd probably get bored with so much free time and me being busy.
-Life isn't just sacrifice. Sometimes you have to do the wrong thing, so you can realize you were wrong doing the right thing. You should close a day and go sunbathing. You look like an albino.- She laughed at me and left.
The next day, after closing, I went to El Faro for a walk. I walked through those streets without sidewalks, looking at the houses and wondering which one was hers. What she'd be doing. I needed to disconnect from my routine that I criticized so much, so I went down to an esplanade where cars can park and go down to the beach. I stayed on the rocks listening to the sea noise. I saw the lighthouse light up and stood there staring at its circular movement in a daze...
-It's good you listen to older people- A voice I had already heard said - Help me get up this rock. I twisted my ankle doing it for her.
The woman was stumbling, although happily. I stopped and held out my hand so she could grab onto it and climb some rocks that The edge of the beach exit to the platform. -Are you in a hurry? I don't want to walk anymore! Take me home?- In one hand, he held a bottle of wine from a brand I didn't sell and an empty sandwich box. She followed my gaze and said -I'm a big woman, so don't hold back-
In the house we went down and helped her, passing her arm over my shoulders. Having her so close was a delight. I saw she had beautiful breasts with some small freckles on her chest. I felt the smell of her hair, her breath. I passed the other hand around her narrow waist and pulled her towards me -Don't step too hard- I said.
On the sofa she leaned back and sighed -Many, many thanks. I don't know how I'll get to the shower but it's okay. Maybe I won't bathe- You have an exquisite smell, I thought of saying.
-Close the door and sit down- She said kindly, but there was a hint of authority. I didn't mind.
-I have to go, I have to open...-
-Make me company for a bit. Would you like a coffee?-
-It's very hot, besides, you can't move-
-Ja! If I can move, kid. I can't walk, that's different- Luckily she didn't stop. Instead, she looked at her phone. After a moment, she said: -Look, do you like the girl? She was a slender blonde in a bikini, with a white smile and slanted eyes. Yes, of course I liked it. But I had something else in mind.
-Do you want me to bring anything?- I asked.
-No- She said without looking at me -Help me get to the bathroom? It's upstairs
We went up carefully. I assumed that if it were a sprain it would be swollen, but it seemed like a normal ankle. At least for now.
-It's here- Pushed open a door -I need you to help me pass my leg over the bathtub. Can you?
When she was standing inside the bathtub, she said: -Thank you- She turned around, giving me her back and pulled on a string that tied around her neck. The dress fell off. I was frozen.
-I don't think I can get out of the bikini alone-
She smiled at me over her shoulder and looked away again. Seemed desperate and I approached. I put my index finger on his neck and lowered it down his back to his bikini. He had a great body. Like an hourglass, big breasts, thin waist, strong hips with a round large ass. I planted a kiss on his neck and he moaned. I smelled that aroma that drove me crazy. I turned him slowly and kissed him on the mouth. He was licking my lips. I wanted to bite everything, but I restrained myself. I wanted to put my hand on his neck and push him against me. We looked at each other for a moment. I undressed quickly while touching my cock. -Leave it alone- he said when I was about to take off my boxer - He got down and rubbed my balls. He was slowly biting through the boxer fabric, caressing my ass. -Let's see what we have here... Uyy MMM- I looked at him when he put my cock in his mouth. He swallowed as much as she could. She was very good. She was sucking slowly but suddenly sucked with desperation. You didn't know what was coming. I wanted to make her swallow, but restrained myself again. -I want the cum- he said sticking out his tongue - No, I want to fuck you- She was fingering me and sucking hard - Now you're going to give me the cum! Now!- I filled her mouth with it. He spat it on my cock and went back to sucking. She swallowed it all. I was shaking and bending over. She was milking my cock and licking it. She passed her finger where there was semen and sucked it - What are you going to do to me now?- It will continue...
That's what I tried to recreate in my market, because I suspect that tourists from the lighthouse get shaken up by a certain cathartic impulse when they come into contact with images of fishermen, the smell of the sea and wood, the sound of waves at night and the fresh breeze on a hot day.
My other strong point is the price. I don't charge tourists more than what they would pay in a Supermarket in Maldonado. My competitors say it's the price of distance and quality, but believe me, the quality is the same. Among the group of clients who keep my business afloat (without great benefits) there aren't many famous people from the nearby shore. I never saw Marcelo Tinelli or Mirtha Legrand. Once I thought Susana Gimenez was entering my shop, but definitely it wasn't her. She had too many wrinkles to be someone who works on television.
One morning, a woman entered my market with an unusual freshness. I would call her ma'am, but Ricardo Arjona has ruined that word for me, at least, for the purposes of this story. She walked in with a determined pace but not rushed. Her steps sounded muffled by my wooden floors. She wore a hat that she didn't take off and partly annoyed me that she didn't, as if I were one of those puritans who care about the manners of fifty years ago. The woman looked around, I wouldn't know if she was searching or evaluating. I waited to see the corner of her lips twisted towards below, as a sign of disdain, but when the ambient twilight allowed it, I saw her smile. And I liked it.
At that hour, the sun didn't fully illuminate the local and I realized she was looking for someone to attend to her. When she spotted me, she made a hand gesture. This crowd wasn't used to self-service, I thought. Not blaming them. I wasn't used to service either. We're on our own.
-Can I help you?-
I sold her mineral water, fruits, and vegetables. While she was paying, she asked:
-Do you have any boy who can take my bags home? I've been walking from the beach and I don't think I can carry everything by myself.
I told her I didn't have one, but that I could lend her a cart. I imagined that lady, who must be older than me, dragging the cart up the street to her chalet at the Lighthouse. She'd feel like... an ordinary old woman doing chores. I liked the idea of seeing her do it. Later, I realized it was a cruel thought.
-Don't you have someone coming to pick you up in a vehicle?
-No-
She smelled good. Not like that sweet and cloying perfume of old women. She had a refreshing scent. She took off her hat and pushed back her hair from her face. Her hair was black, curly, and quite unruly. Almost wild. Her age became even more evident. Wrinkles were forming on her neck. Her mouth was... appealing, worth saying so. A wide mouth, plump lips. I couldn't see her eyes behind the sunglasses.
-Before, I had a boy who would buy things for me, but he preferred to go on vacation- She smiled, and I understood I could laugh too. Another option would have been to disapprove of the irresponsible behavior of young people, which generates acceptance among older ones, but that seemed like an acidic hypocrisy to me, because in fact I was a young man after all.
-Okay- I said, searching my pockets -I'll lend you my car, if you know how to drive- and handed her the keys
-Course I know how to drive, are you sure?-
-Sure, go and bring it back when you're done, I have to stay here all day-
-Aww, that's a shame. Well, I'll give it back to you-
I watched her walk away. I observed the white dress that fit so well on her body. I'm going to tell you what I thought. I thought: That old woman is good...
Half an hour later, she was back. And I had spent some time thinking about her. If it was her money or her husband's. If she was a widow or separated. If she would pay for someone to give herself a treat, but she didn't seem to need that. She must have had her share of veteran singles. Veterans are now more liberal.
-What's your name?- she said while throwing me the key. I told her mine. She told me hers. She asked if I lived nearby, if I went to the beach, if I was single. To all that I replied no. The answer to the last two was time.
-I know a girl who is about your age, twenty-six. She's alone because her friends moved away this year. It would be good for you two to meet. I think you might like each other.
I told her she'd probably get bored with so much free time and me being busy.
-Life isn't just sacrifice. Sometimes you have to do the wrong thing, so you can realize you were wrong doing the right thing. You should close a day and go sunbathing. You look like an albino.- She laughed at me and left.
The next day, after closing, I went to El Faro for a walk. I walked through those streets without sidewalks, looking at the houses and wondering which one was hers. What she'd be doing. I needed to disconnect from my routine that I criticized so much, so I went down to an esplanade where cars can park and go down to the beach. I stayed on the rocks listening to the sea noise. I saw the lighthouse light up and stood there staring at its circular movement in a daze...
-It's good you listen to older people- A voice I had already heard said - Help me get up this rock. I twisted my ankle doing it for her.
The woman was stumbling, although happily. I stopped and held out my hand so she could grab onto it and climb some rocks that The edge of the beach exit to the platform. -Are you in a hurry? I don't want to walk anymore! Take me home?- In one hand, he held a bottle of wine from a brand I didn't sell and an empty sandwich box. She followed my gaze and said -I'm a big woman, so don't hold back-
In the house we went down and helped her, passing her arm over my shoulders. Having her so close was a delight. I saw she had beautiful breasts with some small freckles on her chest. I felt the smell of her hair, her breath. I passed the other hand around her narrow waist and pulled her towards me -Don't step too hard- I said.
On the sofa she leaned back and sighed -Many, many thanks. I don't know how I'll get to the shower but it's okay. Maybe I won't bathe- You have an exquisite smell, I thought of saying.
-Close the door and sit down- She said kindly, but there was a hint of authority. I didn't mind.
-I have to go, I have to open...-
-Make me company for a bit. Would you like a coffee?-
-It's very hot, besides, you can't move-
-Ja! If I can move, kid. I can't walk, that's different- Luckily she didn't stop. Instead, she looked at her phone. After a moment, she said: -Look, do you like the girl? She was a slender blonde in a bikini, with a white smile and slanted eyes. Yes, of course I liked it. But I had something else in mind.
-Do you want me to bring anything?- I asked.
-No- She said without looking at me -Help me get to the bathroom? It's upstairs
We went up carefully. I assumed that if it were a sprain it would be swollen, but it seemed like a normal ankle. At least for now.
-It's here- Pushed open a door -I need you to help me pass my leg over the bathtub. Can you?
When she was standing inside the bathtub, she said: -Thank you- She turned around, giving me her back and pulled on a string that tied around her neck. The dress fell off. I was frozen.
-I don't think I can get out of the bikini alone-
She smiled at me over her shoulder and looked away again. Seemed desperate and I approached. I put my index finger on his neck and lowered it down his back to his bikini. He had a great body. Like an hourglass, big breasts, thin waist, strong hips with a round large ass. I planted a kiss on his neck and he moaned. I smelled that aroma that drove me crazy. I turned him slowly and kissed him on the mouth. He was licking my lips. I wanted to bite everything, but I restrained myself. I wanted to put my hand on his neck and push him against me. We looked at each other for a moment. I undressed quickly while touching my cock. -Leave it alone- he said when I was about to take off my boxer - He got down and rubbed my balls. He was slowly biting through the boxer fabric, caressing my ass. -Let's see what we have here... Uyy MMM- I looked at him when he put my cock in his mouth. He swallowed as much as she could. She was very good. She was sucking slowly but suddenly sucked with desperation. You didn't know what was coming. I wanted to make her swallow, but restrained myself again. -I want the cum- he said sticking out his tongue - No, I want to fuck you- She was fingering me and sucking hard - Now you're going to give me the cum! Now!- I filled her mouth with it. He spat it on my cock and went back to sucking. She swallowed it all. I was shaking and bending over. She was milking my cock and licking it. She passed her finger where there was semen and sucked it - What are you going to do to me now?- It will continue...
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