I haven't wanted to write something that isn't a saga, chapter, or fanfiction of anything for a while. Since it's summer and it's my favorite season, I took inspiration from it, from experiences I had (there's something anecdotal mixed in with so much fiction), personal sensations I have today and even got inspired by the beginning of the movie Lolita (the 1997 one, not the 1962 one)
Those who are waiting for the continuations of A Serena le Gustan Mayores and Hermana Otaku. 3rd Season Chapter 3 should know that both are stalled, very advanced, because I thought it was a good idea to catch these ideas I wanted to tell and tell them before they slip away. You don't know how many ideas get lost for not writing them in the moment, I hope you enjoy it and understand. Thanks for reading me and having the patience that you have.
The model I chose is known by the name of AmelieIn Mpl Studios and Femjoy. Also figures asYuliyaIn other studies like Amour Angels. She is of Russian nationality (coincidence? I don't believe it!) and born on January 17th, 1991 (I clarify so they don't break their balls with the age, it's flat, not younger)
Always returns to where one was happy. Although I took more than 10 years, I returned to the warm water beaches of Pehuen-Có received by its perpetual murmur, feeling in my feet foam caresses that put a dotted skin on me.
When the sea level dropped, rocky sections covered with sharp mussels could be seen, real traps for those who entered without knowing those beaches at high tide, ignoring that it could cut off with a rock or sink into a hole, not to mention if they dove there or the waves pushed them against the mussel bed. For me, it was in this part of the beach where I knew I was in love.
It was my tender 15 years old when I last stepped on its warm sands, observed by dotted dunes of green tamarisks, natural labyrinths of my childhood where with my cousins we lived more than one adventure before saying goodbye to our childhood. It was alone that I knew this place had something special, something more than its warm waters, its tamarisks, more than its nights dominated by crickets, more than its rocky zones where marine organisms were still found.
Discovered by Charles Darwin in 1832, the seaside town attracted my scientific side as if it were a magnet for those who found nature fascinating. At that time, alone, my scientific curiosity had not been appeased by the rigor of adult life and was still asking me to marvel at the small creatures seeking refuge among the bare rocks left exposed when the tide went out.
Searching between the lagoons, whether crabs, sea stars, snails or anemones, I noticed that I wasn't just looking for treasures that sunny morning... a slender silhouette blocked the light of a lagoon where a crab was unaware that its camouflage hadn't prevented me from finding it.
She observed the same crab below, noticing my presence, she looked at me with enormous blue eyes. Her brown hair, disheveled and tousled, was blown to one side by the wind. His were the last brushstrokes of the artist who painted his skin, leaving his insignia on his cheeks as well as his shoulder, his chest... his chest, perhaps debuting one of his first brasiers, and underneath, a jean short. Even in my inexperience I knew I should raise my gaze and stop seeing his developing body.
By proximity I felt the scent of his skin, it smelled like sunscreen and sea water. At 15 years old, more tender than most people's 15, I knew that this contemporary young woman from my generation liked me too much.
I didn't know how to start a conversation despite having one or two winters more. I didn't know how to react to the beats of my chest. It was just a silly city boy on vacation, my immediate perspective was to play an arcade with my cousins, not fall into love at such an early age.
- Are you going to grab it? - He broke the silence, giving me an electric shock all down my spine. - The crab. - He hastened to add when he saw that I had been left hanging.EhNo... I'd rather leave them alone. – I said clearing my throat. – They'll die if you take them out of their habitat. - Don't you grab one for me? – He asked and noticed that, beside him, he had a small container with several live crabs trying to find hold on the plastic surface. They were piled up, with little water, trying to climb over each other to get out. It was a holocaust of crabs and for the first time, I gave a damn.UhOkay. – I accessed and after taking the invertebrate, I brought it to the tupper where it would meet its terrified peers.
Without saying goodbye or even thanking me, the young woman with brown hair was leaving when her parents' call broke the moment. She was responding to Rocío's call. Before seeing her turning completely around, I had a miraculous idea.
- Wait! – I said almost in a tone of supplication, calling her attention. Curious, she waited silently for my move.
From the pocket of my mesh, inside a bag of sunflower seeds (roasted sunflower seeds sold as candy), I pulled out my best treasure, the only inhabitant of that biome that I considered so valuable as to tear it from its place and add it to my careless collection: an ophiuroid starfish.
- Is it venomous? – She alarmed when it emerged from the bag. I realized at leaving the little animal in her hands that what seems fascinating to us boys might be unpleasant for young girls, the ophiuroid stars with circular bodies and thin arms like snakes could generate rejection.UhBut... - Do you always say...Uh - She marked me with cruelty, accepting my offering to her beauty. – Thank you, she said finally. – Then, she responded to a second call from her parents by raising her hand, leaving them calm that everything was fine. Maybe they thought I looked taller than normal, maybe at a distance I looked like a suspicious boy, if only they knew I felt the first symptoms of precocious love and was as dumb as a rock.
- What's your name? – She asked without knowing then that she wouldn't hear my voice again.
- Facundo. You can call me Facu if you want... - However, in a hurry, after learning my name, she didn't bother to repeat it to remember it, responding to her parents' call and walking away with her girl's body at a trot, splashing her feet between the puddles, without knowing that my eyes were still looking at her until she reached her parents and showed them both the crab cemetery and the offing.
Now that I was returning to the same beach, the same rocks, the same sand witness to our steps found each other, I reencountered myself with 25 years on my back, incredulous at the legends of red threads or the force of the heart that unites people, but I knew I would find her again if I followed the crumbs of my memories scattered throughout the beach and other parts of the city.
I walked through the sands where every square meter ended in a memory, it was a minefield left over from a war in my adolescence. Like when my younger cousin filled my improvised archery target with goals for staring at her from a distance, like when my aunt caught me sleeping while watching her play with the waves and loaded me with a dagger: Have you got a girlfriend?When I was almost leaving the seaside town, I discovered she wasn't just another tourist, but the daughter of the managers of a humble seafood restaurant called “Cangrejales” located at the epicenter of the resort.
Decided not to give it any more thought, I left the beach and climbed up the wooden stairs towards the center, almost the entire beach was surrounded by sand walls. I had several sandy blocks to walk through, walked each one with my heart in my hand, hoping to see her again in the same place, at Cangrejales, the humble center of Pehuen-Có. Something guided me, it was a bloodhound following a trail that two decades couldn't erase.
Luckily, the place had found refuge from crises and remained unspoiled, with the same worn-out decoration with a maritime theme. The same oak tables, which I passed my hand over, feeling their roughness. Even remembered the serving trays shaped like an anchor in front of me. Sitting down, I waited for someone to give me the breakfast menu. There were few people, most of them took advantage of the warm morning to enjoy the sea, but I was there, hoping to see a chestnut-colored rebellious hair moving behind the curtains.
Now, unlike 10 years ago, they worked quickly and had a breakfast and snack menu...
I never imagined I wouldn't be in front of her, but behind... the glass door of Cangrejales opened and she returned to my view, to my life, making me delirious just by seeing her. She was carrying a box of disposable utensils wearing a worn-out sweater and a flowery mesh... it was her, Rocío, eternal Rocío passed in front of me without knowing I was that boy who gave her a star... and how would she know? Time had been more generous to her than to me, time had charged me a higher rate and I didn't have an enviable figure like hers.
As she passed, I took My hand on the edge of the table so that it would rub against hers and Rocio noticed it. She pierced me with her beautiful blue eyes, surprised by my boldness: 'Is it being attended to?' – She asked hurriedly, leaving a box on a nearby table.
I remained silent while observing her. Her silhouette was the same only larger, unmistakable, with a wasp-waisted figure that defied the laws of physics since she held two large and rounded breasts beneath her abrupt hips, bare legs twisted, uniform bronzing, and the same precious rebellious hair like the sea when it's picked up - my personal drug, manufactured to my measure. I liked it in every fiber of my being, at a chemical level my cells bubbled with her proximity, I didn't know what would happen if we mixed and I was going to try anyway.
'Hey, could be said that no.'
'Or is yes, or is no. Excuse me, my dad always says the client is always right and…' – She responded impatiently until she left a small photo on the table within her reach, taken with strangeness. It was a photograph of an urchin, the small starfish that I gave her when we first met.
It was 10 years ago, I won't be offended if you don't remember. - Federico? - He tried to recall with a smile. At least the reunion seemed to awaken his curiosity. My greatest fear, after the one that he had emigrated to other places or that the restaurant no longer existed, was that he would feel my presence as a threat and end up being pepper-sprayed. - No. - Fernando? - Neither. - It was something like Fabi, I think... - WithF, Facundo. – I'm finally here. - How are you, Rocio?
- It's been two seconds ago and you remember? Why? – He asked as if he ignored the kind of woman she was, one who never forgets. - Aren't you a psychopath or something?
With my gaze, I indicated for him to turn the photo around. There, he fixed his eyes on my annotation, indicating the hotel where I was staying and the room. Luckily, his smile only intensified. I considered it a risky move, not all direct ones find attractive women.
- Are you going to order a coffee or something? – He changed the subject, making me spin around.
- If you visit me, I'll ask for even a seafood stew. – I said.
- Wait for it, don't sit down, it's not on the morning menu... About this… – Showing me the back of the card. - We're in season, Facu, I have to work late, that's the price for scratching all year round, you know these days I don't even have time for anything…
- I'm patient, I can wait until whenever, whatever day it is.
- You can tell you're patient, you waited ten years to come back! – He said smiling slightly flushed. His lips made a dimple in his cheeks. Every hint he gave fanned the flame of my hope. I noticed her more interested than ever, the happy kid who knew her 10 years ago was celebrating as if they had won a world championship.
- A coffee with cream and two medialunas wouldn't be bad to wait for your response. – I insisted, denying the existence of any negative, without giving him time to formulate a NoRocío turned around and let me see the image that had left the most vivid impression on my memory. How generous time had been with its curves, how grateful to father time that mesh or any attire she chose to hide her buttocks must be. Even, it fired a forgotten memory, when I saw her running that distant morning for the first time, she used to adjust the back of the jeans mesh without hesitation, her adult version still had the same juvenile tic, neither could her clothes resist sticking to her.Enjoy it, Facu.He told me before going back to her things that I would melt like lava being poured directly into my heart. Never took so long to eat two medialunas and have a coffee. I loved watching her attend to customers, lavishing beauty on each table, leaving a palpable trail of sensuality that kept the heart of that forgotten restaurant beating. My generous tip, by the way, was left in her hand along with the breakfast price. Unfortunately, I didn't get my response, just a warm greeting. She also didn't tell me if we would be joining together for lunch or dinner at the hotel. Without a doubt, she was working non-stop and a goddess doesn't have time to attend to every mortal begging for attention. As the hours passed, I saw her mood plummeting, her body exhausting itself, as if imploring a pause before I left around 11 am, leaving her another generous tip and saying goodbye, hoping she would reconsider my proposal if she came back again, and again, and again, and again, and again, like that song that generates addiction and we can't stop listening. Alone in my hotel room, I couldn't help but let out a loud sigh for having found her and seen almost the whole day, seeing her figure going and coming, spreading sympathy between tables. I putThe Heart's ForceFrom Alejandro Sanz on my phone despite considering myself a pure-blood rocker, I couldn't stop singing it with my spooky voice while giving myself a hot water bath and starting to hurt my face from smiling and gesturing so much. I simply couldn't find the switch for my happiness to turn off.
- And that's the force that takes you, pushes you, and fills you up, drags you along, and brings you closer to God. It's almost an obsession if the force is of the heart... - I sang while drying my body, decent but not enviable either.
I was standing in front of the foggy mirror, naked, brushing my teeth when I heard knocks on the door. In my innocence, I thought they could be neighbors complaining about the volume of the song on loop, since I wasn't a lucky man, I didn't consider that when I opened the door with a towel around my waist, I would see Rocío dressed just like she was an hour ago in Cangrejales. I also didn't think she would take the initiative and enter my room.
It's something common among those who haven't had luck in love; when chances turn in our favor, it's hard for us to understand, believe it, so I froze when Rocío's lips connected with mine in a hot kiss.
The woman was like the wave that breaks against a cave, capable of eroding even the oldest rock, passionate and direct, the kiss had everything a man desires in one, lips that clung to mine with precision, an inquisitive tongue that explored me thoroughly, and the intoxicating perfume and taste of her saliva. As I supposed, our bodies together provoked a hormonal explosion.
- Isn't this what you wanted? - She challenged me, looking at me with passion-filled eyes, and I couldn't understand how the dream was becoming reality. Was I slipping in the shower and having a beautiful but cruel fantasy?
Fantasy or not, I took her cheeks and resumed the kiss. Passionate. His hands clasped onto my back, raked my bronzed skin while I felt the exquisite perfume of his body, had a sweet scent of fatigue, summer and burned skin, if his aroma had a perfume name it would be summer love.
I didn't take long to realize what was happening and went for more... stripping her of the loose shirt, almost like her second skin for wearing it all day, then her small flowered bikini barely noticeable beneath the white and worn shirt. Seeing her breasts naked was ecstasy. They had a sacred white triangle of skin like the Illuminati pyramid, her clear nipples, almost the color of her breast, were like the eyes in the center of the occult symbol.
Rocio gifted me with the first nocturnal moan when I started kissing her nipples shaped like tiny cups, hardened and responsive to my uncontrollable mouth action on them, I kissed, licked and mostly squeezed and sucked them like a gigantic infant.
With my hands, I gripped both breasts and massaged them while filling them with kisses and rubbing myself between them, the roundness they had invited attention in countless possible ways.
While I was regressing to my most tender childhood with her breasts, one of her hands slipped under my towel and suddenly all metaphors, parallels, and poetic words escaped me, the only poetic thing at my criterion was Alejandro Sanz and a verse that said:Somebody has embroidered your body with threads of my anxiety. From your waist, your crossed legs, from my back a clock where your fingers are the hands that wind up this engine. What is the force of the heart.Rocío softened the sweetness of the moment by pushing me onto the bed, where without even glimpsing my private parts, she took them to her mouth and I saw that tumultuous hair rising and falling at a perfect rhythm. I didn't take long to grab her hair to manipulate her, caress her, feel her hairy skin between my fingers, in more than one of my masturbatory fantasies I would take her by the hair and wasn't going to let the opportunity pass.
It was incredible how there were no words in between, just the song on loop giving rhythm to our acts and the sound of her wet mouth giving me pleasure, licking every side of my trunk and savoring even my two man fruits. When she fixed her gaze on my eyes I almost felt a heart attack, seeing her there underneath with my testicles against her mouth being massaged by her tongue and nose it was a spectacle that I never thought I would live in first row.
-MmmJust arrived, I made it just in time for dessert. – Broke the silence, verbal licking from the eggs to the glans, which got into my mouth and caressed with my tongue.
- Come on, with all the tip you leave, I also want my dessert served.
Rocío took off her thong while giving me the last sips of my penis, leaving it at its peak. Then she positioned herself over me to perform the inimitable 69, where I could see her flowered thong between her folds, barely hiding the radial lines emerging from her asterisk and vaginal lips. Although I thought I was going to eat everything, I started with the sea fruit, overflowing with ingredients and flavors prepared all day, me so bathed and she so authentic, there was no comparison...
I passed my tongue over the first layer of her sex, the most superficial one, composed of perspiration, flow, and some condiment. After giving it a nearly feline cleaning service, I plunged into her salmon court, so characteristic of its source related to sea fruits. Had she not continued to hold my penis in her mouth at any moment, her moans would have been a perfect chorus for the song accompanying us.
She had a vagina that hadn't grown 10 years old, perhaps only 5, with small and closed lips, depilated so close that it gave the illusion that nothing had germinated there yet, it was a challenge to my moral similar to a pubescent vagina in that woman's body, kissing and licking her, was more like a caress to my tongue when I went through her pink interior, I swear I felt she returned the lick.
Helping myself with one hand, I separated her delicate lips from the center, already starting to flow her delicious juice, which I captured with my lips and tongue to taste it as if it were honey. I approached each hemisphere of her vagina, from the pink orifice to her small clitoris, difficult to find since it was well protected by a small cap of flesh. Once in sight, I... I sucked like it was a miniature nipple I was treating, drowning it in saliva to provoke a splashing sound as coarse and stimulating as it was. And it couldn't be otherwise with all the effort she was putting into fellating me. With one of her skilled hands massaging my testicles while her mouth kept rising and falling, stretching out my skin so pleasurably that going back to manual stimulation in the future would be an insult to my penis. Taking advantage of Rocio having her mouth occupied, I moved on to the next plate. I positioned my hands on her buttocks and separated them to admire her anus just before attacking the point where all the lines converged with my tongue, savoring its most exotic flavor.Aaah, ah, ummmYes, come on, commit everything, eat me whole… - She let out before sinking between my legs, to my surprise, she imitated my gesture and also sent tongue where the sun never shone on me. E romanticism looked away while we devoured each other's booties like possessed. I polished every wrinkle of hers and left a saliva lake in the center, almost seeming whiter from so much licking. She, when opening my legs, didn't hesitate and attacked my butt, going further than anything or anyone. My butt was sacred and she had already conquered it with her tongue and lips, just like I did, kissing it as if it were a second mouth.
We remained entwined, uniting our digestive systems like in a morbid movie for several minutes, rubbing our mouths and noses against the most hidden parts of our bodies. At one point we separated and Rocío took control of everything, positioning herself over me, rubbing her wet vulva on my glans... I saw a burning drop from her vagina fall onto my glans, as if attracted to it.
- Sorry Felipe, all very nice like you ate me up, but I work tomorrow...
- Facu, Facundo. - She corrected me with a certain stutter. My mouth was overflowing with flavors that wanted to accompany me until the tomb.
- Well, Facu. Here I go. - She said and did the most beautiful magic trick, making my manhood disappear in her belly until I hit something, Rocío and I, I and Rocío... simply I couldn't comprehend my good fortune, nor in my most optimistic fantasies did I think that this lightning trip to Pehuen-Có was going to have such an outcome.
- Ahh, ahh, ahhCome on, tease me, tease me isn't this what you've always dreamed of? Take me all in a hurry? Come on, come onAh, ah, ah... - She raised both arms, showing me clean and shiny armpits. Before reacting and moving in sync with her, I admired how she was taking hold of my hair, getting tangled while biting her lip, enjoying herself as if she didn't know someone could enjoy themselves like that.
The chestnut began to move over me, her breasts swaying in unison until I caught them mid-air, massaging them until her nipples hardened in my palms, the freckles on her shoulders blurring as the woman increased speed... for a moment, I felt the little boy who had fueled all the adventure from within me look away, the idealized image of Rocio shattered, there she was, my first love, the only one that would last through time, riding me with her eyes closed, moaning wildly, her hair swaying like in a gale.
Between the little girl who collected seashells on the beach and this woman capable of riding me, there was an abyss; in some way, I hadn't grown up at all and she had grown up everything. As the minutes passed, we caressed each other, looked at each other, and gave ourselves wild kisses, those that splashed like waves. My penis didn't stop pushing its way into her interior as if it wanted to widen her sex, knock down the hot and humid barrier and go further.
I put my hands on her hips with such force that they sounded like a slap; Rocio positioned her legs in frog position and literally plunged me into her. The bed prayed to God for her to resist the onslaught of this young woman, who although had a wasp waist, had powerful hips and fell onto me with an irresistible speed. Clinging to my body, she swung without giving me a break, showing me that I hadn't lost time in the last years; she knew all the tricks, was an adventurer without fear of inheriting the world and was taking away my shine from her speed.
- Come on, Facu, run, run inside me like so much You wanted, little lovesick guy, give it... - She said to my ear while hugging me. Her brown hair made a curtain and hid the hotel room from me, inside I was debating whether to listen or not... coming would put an end to a story I wanted to keep alive forever.
In another kiss that didn't know if it would be the last, I gave in to her intentions and let everything my love go straight into her interior, without hesitation or reserve, I came until the last drop in an extensive and compulsive manner in her vagina. Rocio, no more introduction, lifted her hip until my satisfied penis was released from her warm embrace and a small trickle of sperm bathed me like pastry cream.
I have to admit that at that moment I hadn't realized the gravity of our act. I had come inside, all the love I had to offer ended in her uterus, without doubt I should have counted on contraceptives like the morning-after pill or would have to find an accessible terrain in the seaside city... it wasn't a perspective that bothered me so much.
She didn't give me time to react and settled her hair while preparing to leave the bed almost immediately, bending down to take her clothes.
- Don't you stay for a little longer? - I proposed hopefully with a night of wild passion. What was an all-nighter for young people like us? Could one abandon such a body to its fate without trying to reclaim it again?
- Tomorrow I have work, Facu. I can't stay any longer. - She decreed sharply.
- Can I see you tomorrow? If it were up to me, I'd take you with me to...
Rocio let out a little laugh while adjusting her flowered thong.
- You don't know me, Facu. You've had your fantasy, you've had one night for yourself, don't ask for more than that's enough.
- Rocio, we had a great time, doesn't it seem like something to repeat? I can come back every year and...
The brown-haired girl approached me and put her finger on my lips demanding silence: - Go back to your city and don't come back. This night is for you.
Be unique, I'm telling you that for me it's a matter of every day. – She said and suddenly, I discovered that I was naked, defenseless, cold, alone…
- What do you want more tips? What should I be in a better place? Did I do something wrong? – I said and knew immediately that they were strokes of drowning, desperate drowning in the waves.
I saw her finish changing, putting on her bra, arranging her hair just barely and going to take a bath where she didn't bother to close the door. I stayed there lying down, like a GPS on a merry-go-round, recalculating eternally.
- Don't complicate yourself, handsome, I'm not the girl you think. – She said as a farewell, finally. - You want to be the star of my collection, unique, irreproducible, I don't want to be bad, I'm not cruel, in reality I never wanted a star for myself, I have heaps of crawdads wanting to reach me, waiting for their turn, consider yourself lucky that you had me at your fingertips.
Thus, without more, Rocío left my life forever, leaving a disaster in my soul bigger than when she arrived. Like those heroes (and villains) of fiction who make something explode, she walked towards the front unyielding, not giving a glance back to see the disaster she left behind, I was that explosion that couldn't capture her attention.
Understanding it little by little, like drops of water, I realized I was just another piece in her countless collection and not her greatest treasure, and never would be, I let her go, with my ego committing suicide, with my memory breaking like crystal, I let her go to never see her again. Rocío, a name so soft, an action so turbulent.
Without opening an eye, I paid what was due and started the road back in my car heading to my city, feeling more defeated than triumphant, knowing that with time I would learn to appreciate her devastating sincerity and her tender generous gesture towards me, who wasn't anyone, who wasn't anything for her or for anyone. Rocío didn't owe me anything and yet she had given everything to me, but only for one night. I was selfish thinking I could have her for myself as if the women of... The truth like they could collect themselves. Rocio played with me and knew that my packaging said discardable, like many others who enjoyed her, I fell into her game and had to be grateful for passing through her hands, her lips, her body... Rocio... her sacred name, seemed to magnify on the pedestal where I put it. How many victims would have fallen before the illusion of possessing you? How many fools saw you and thought they could tame you? Unable to contain my crying, I stopped at a safe spot on the sidewalk in a place where no citadines could crash into me during their exodus. With the windows closed so no one could hear my lamentations, I began to unload my fury against the steering wheel and the empty seat next to me with a clean punch, accidentally making the horn sound. I got even until I lost my breath while Alejandro Sanz put the soundtrack just to my life: She slides and runs me over and although sometimes it doesn't matter to me, I know that the day I lose her I'll suffer again. For her, who appears and hides, who leaves and stays. Who is question and answer, my darkness, my star. She combs my soul and tangles it up, goes with me but I don't know where she's going. My rival, my companion. She's so deep in my life and at the same time so far away...
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Those who are waiting for the continuations of A Serena le Gustan Mayores and Hermana Otaku. 3rd Season Chapter 3 should know that both are stalled, very advanced, because I thought it was a good idea to catch these ideas I wanted to tell and tell them before they slip away. You don't know how many ideas get lost for not writing them in the moment, I hope you enjoy it and understand. Thanks for reading me and having the patience that you have.
The model I chose is known by the name of AmelieIn Mpl Studios and Femjoy. Also figures asYuliyaIn other studies like Amour Angels. She is of Russian nationality (coincidence? I don't believe it!) and born on January 17th, 1991 (I clarify so they don't break their balls with the age, it's flat, not younger)
Always returns to where one was happy. Although I took more than 10 years, I returned to the warm water beaches of Pehuen-Có received by its perpetual murmur, feeling in my feet foam caresses that put a dotted skin on me.
When the sea level dropped, rocky sections covered with sharp mussels could be seen, real traps for those who entered without knowing those beaches at high tide, ignoring that it could cut off with a rock or sink into a hole, not to mention if they dove there or the waves pushed them against the mussel bed. For me, it was in this part of the beach where I knew I was in love.
It was my tender 15 years old when I last stepped on its warm sands, observed by dotted dunes of green tamarisks, natural labyrinths of my childhood where with my cousins we lived more than one adventure before saying goodbye to our childhood. It was alone that I knew this place had something special, something more than its warm waters, its tamarisks, more than its nights dominated by crickets, more than its rocky zones where marine organisms were still found.
Discovered by Charles Darwin in 1832, the seaside town attracted my scientific side as if it were a magnet for those who found nature fascinating. At that time, alone, my scientific curiosity had not been appeased by the rigor of adult life and was still asking me to marvel at the small creatures seeking refuge among the bare rocks left exposed when the tide went out.
Searching between the lagoons, whether crabs, sea stars, snails or anemones, I noticed that I wasn't just looking for treasures that sunny morning... a slender silhouette blocked the light of a lagoon where a crab was unaware that its camouflage hadn't prevented me from finding it.
She observed the same crab below, noticing my presence, she looked at me with enormous blue eyes. Her brown hair, disheveled and tousled, was blown to one side by the wind. His were the last brushstrokes of the artist who painted his skin, leaving his insignia on his cheeks as well as his shoulder, his chest... his chest, perhaps debuting one of his first brasiers, and underneath, a jean short. Even in my inexperience I knew I should raise my gaze and stop seeing his developing body.
By proximity I felt the scent of his skin, it smelled like sunscreen and sea water. At 15 years old, more tender than most people's 15, I knew that this contemporary young woman from my generation liked me too much.
I didn't know how to start a conversation despite having one or two winters more. I didn't know how to react to the beats of my chest. It was just a silly city boy on vacation, my immediate perspective was to play an arcade with my cousins, not fall into love at such an early age.
- Are you going to grab it? - He broke the silence, giving me an electric shock all down my spine. - The crab. - He hastened to add when he saw that I had been left hanging.EhNo... I'd rather leave them alone. – I said clearing my throat. – They'll die if you take them out of their habitat. - Don't you grab one for me? – He asked and noticed that, beside him, he had a small container with several live crabs trying to find hold on the plastic surface. They were piled up, with little water, trying to climb over each other to get out. It was a holocaust of crabs and for the first time, I gave a damn.UhOkay. – I accessed and after taking the invertebrate, I brought it to the tupper where it would meet its terrified peers.
Without saying goodbye or even thanking me, the young woman with brown hair was leaving when her parents' call broke the moment. She was responding to Rocío's call. Before seeing her turning completely around, I had a miraculous idea.
- Wait! – I said almost in a tone of supplication, calling her attention. Curious, she waited silently for my move.
From the pocket of my mesh, inside a bag of sunflower seeds (roasted sunflower seeds sold as candy), I pulled out my best treasure, the only inhabitant of that biome that I considered so valuable as to tear it from its place and add it to my careless collection: an ophiuroid starfish.
- Is it venomous? – She alarmed when it emerged from the bag. I realized at leaving the little animal in her hands that what seems fascinating to us boys might be unpleasant for young girls, the ophiuroid stars with circular bodies and thin arms like snakes could generate rejection.UhBut... - Do you always say...Uh - She marked me with cruelty, accepting my offering to her beauty. – Thank you, she said finally. – Then, she responded to a second call from her parents by raising her hand, leaving them calm that everything was fine. Maybe they thought I looked taller than normal, maybe at a distance I looked like a suspicious boy, if only they knew I felt the first symptoms of precocious love and was as dumb as a rock.
- What's your name? – She asked without knowing then that she wouldn't hear my voice again.
- Facundo. You can call me Facu if you want... - However, in a hurry, after learning my name, she didn't bother to repeat it to remember it, responding to her parents' call and walking away with her girl's body at a trot, splashing her feet between the puddles, without knowing that my eyes were still looking at her until she reached her parents and showed them both the crab cemetery and the offing.
Now that I was returning to the same beach, the same rocks, the same sand witness to our steps found each other, I reencountered myself with 25 years on my back, incredulous at the legends of red threads or the force of the heart that unites people, but I knew I would find her again if I followed the crumbs of my memories scattered throughout the beach and other parts of the city.
I walked through the sands where every square meter ended in a memory, it was a minefield left over from a war in my adolescence. Like when my younger cousin filled my improvised archery target with goals for staring at her from a distance, like when my aunt caught me sleeping while watching her play with the waves and loaded me with a dagger: Have you got a girlfriend?When I was almost leaving the seaside town, I discovered she wasn't just another tourist, but the daughter of the managers of a humble seafood restaurant called “Cangrejales” located at the epicenter of the resort.
Decided not to give it any more thought, I left the beach and climbed up the wooden stairs towards the center, almost the entire beach was surrounded by sand walls. I had several sandy blocks to walk through, walked each one with my heart in my hand, hoping to see her again in the same place, at Cangrejales, the humble center of Pehuen-Có. Something guided me, it was a bloodhound following a trail that two decades couldn't erase.
Luckily, the place had found refuge from crises and remained unspoiled, with the same worn-out decoration with a maritime theme. The same oak tables, which I passed my hand over, feeling their roughness. Even remembered the serving trays shaped like an anchor in front of me. Sitting down, I waited for someone to give me the breakfast menu. There were few people, most of them took advantage of the warm morning to enjoy the sea, but I was there, hoping to see a chestnut-colored rebellious hair moving behind the curtains.
Now, unlike 10 years ago, they worked quickly and had a breakfast and snack menu...
I never imagined I wouldn't be in front of her, but behind... the glass door of Cangrejales opened and she returned to my view, to my life, making me delirious just by seeing her. She was carrying a box of disposable utensils wearing a worn-out sweater and a flowery mesh... it was her, Rocío, eternal Rocío passed in front of me without knowing I was that boy who gave her a star... and how would she know? Time had been more generous to her than to me, time had charged me a higher rate and I didn't have an enviable figure like hers.
As she passed, I took My hand on the edge of the table so that it would rub against hers and Rocio noticed it. She pierced me with her beautiful blue eyes, surprised by my boldness: 'Is it being attended to?' – She asked hurriedly, leaving a box on a nearby table.
I remained silent while observing her. Her silhouette was the same only larger, unmistakable, with a wasp-waisted figure that defied the laws of physics since she held two large and rounded breasts beneath her abrupt hips, bare legs twisted, uniform bronzing, and the same precious rebellious hair like the sea when it's picked up - my personal drug, manufactured to my measure. I liked it in every fiber of my being, at a chemical level my cells bubbled with her proximity, I didn't know what would happen if we mixed and I was going to try anyway.
'Hey, could be said that no.'
'Or is yes, or is no. Excuse me, my dad always says the client is always right and…' – She responded impatiently until she left a small photo on the table within her reach, taken with strangeness. It was a photograph of an urchin, the small starfish that I gave her when we first met.
It was 10 years ago, I won't be offended if you don't remember. - Federico? - He tried to recall with a smile. At least the reunion seemed to awaken his curiosity. My greatest fear, after the one that he had emigrated to other places or that the restaurant no longer existed, was that he would feel my presence as a threat and end up being pepper-sprayed. - No. - Fernando? - Neither. - It was something like Fabi, I think... - WithF, Facundo. – I'm finally here. - How are you, Rocio?
- It's been two seconds ago and you remember? Why? – He asked as if he ignored the kind of woman she was, one who never forgets. - Aren't you a psychopath or something?
With my gaze, I indicated for him to turn the photo around. There, he fixed his eyes on my annotation, indicating the hotel where I was staying and the room. Luckily, his smile only intensified. I considered it a risky move, not all direct ones find attractive women.
- Are you going to order a coffee or something? – He changed the subject, making me spin around.
- If you visit me, I'll ask for even a seafood stew. – I said.
- Wait for it, don't sit down, it's not on the morning menu... About this… – Showing me the back of the card. - We're in season, Facu, I have to work late, that's the price for scratching all year round, you know these days I don't even have time for anything…
- I'm patient, I can wait until whenever, whatever day it is.
- You can tell you're patient, you waited ten years to come back! – He said smiling slightly flushed. His lips made a dimple in his cheeks. Every hint he gave fanned the flame of my hope. I noticed her more interested than ever, the happy kid who knew her 10 years ago was celebrating as if they had won a world championship.
- A coffee with cream and two medialunas wouldn't be bad to wait for your response. – I insisted, denying the existence of any negative, without giving him time to formulate a NoRocío turned around and let me see the image that had left the most vivid impression on my memory. How generous time had been with its curves, how grateful to father time that mesh or any attire she chose to hide her buttocks must be. Even, it fired a forgotten memory, when I saw her running that distant morning for the first time, she used to adjust the back of the jeans mesh without hesitation, her adult version still had the same juvenile tic, neither could her clothes resist sticking to her.Enjoy it, Facu.He told me before going back to her things that I would melt like lava being poured directly into my heart. Never took so long to eat two medialunas and have a coffee. I loved watching her attend to customers, lavishing beauty on each table, leaving a palpable trail of sensuality that kept the heart of that forgotten restaurant beating. My generous tip, by the way, was left in her hand along with the breakfast price. Unfortunately, I didn't get my response, just a warm greeting. She also didn't tell me if we would be joining together for lunch or dinner at the hotel. Without a doubt, she was working non-stop and a goddess doesn't have time to attend to every mortal begging for attention. As the hours passed, I saw her mood plummeting, her body exhausting itself, as if imploring a pause before I left around 11 am, leaving her another generous tip and saying goodbye, hoping she would reconsider my proposal if she came back again, and again, and again, and again, and again, like that song that generates addiction and we can't stop listening. Alone in my hotel room, I couldn't help but let out a loud sigh for having found her and seen almost the whole day, seeing her figure going and coming, spreading sympathy between tables. I putThe Heart's ForceFrom Alejandro Sanz on my phone despite considering myself a pure-blood rocker, I couldn't stop singing it with my spooky voice while giving myself a hot water bath and starting to hurt my face from smiling and gesturing so much. I simply couldn't find the switch for my happiness to turn off.- And that's the force that takes you, pushes you, and fills you up, drags you along, and brings you closer to God. It's almost an obsession if the force is of the heart... - I sang while drying my body, decent but not enviable either.
I was standing in front of the foggy mirror, naked, brushing my teeth when I heard knocks on the door. In my innocence, I thought they could be neighbors complaining about the volume of the song on loop, since I wasn't a lucky man, I didn't consider that when I opened the door with a towel around my waist, I would see Rocío dressed just like she was an hour ago in Cangrejales. I also didn't think she would take the initiative and enter my room.
It's something common among those who haven't had luck in love; when chances turn in our favor, it's hard for us to understand, believe it, so I froze when Rocío's lips connected with mine in a hot kiss.
The woman was like the wave that breaks against a cave, capable of eroding even the oldest rock, passionate and direct, the kiss had everything a man desires in one, lips that clung to mine with precision, an inquisitive tongue that explored me thoroughly, and the intoxicating perfume and taste of her saliva. As I supposed, our bodies together provoked a hormonal explosion.
- Isn't this what you wanted? - She challenged me, looking at me with passion-filled eyes, and I couldn't understand how the dream was becoming reality. Was I slipping in the shower and having a beautiful but cruel fantasy?
Fantasy or not, I took her cheeks and resumed the kiss. Passionate. His hands clasped onto my back, raked my bronzed skin while I felt the exquisite perfume of his body, had a sweet scent of fatigue, summer and burned skin, if his aroma had a perfume name it would be summer love.
I didn't take long to realize what was happening and went for more... stripping her of the loose shirt, almost like her second skin for wearing it all day, then her small flowered bikini barely noticeable beneath the white and worn shirt. Seeing her breasts naked was ecstasy. They had a sacred white triangle of skin like the Illuminati pyramid, her clear nipples, almost the color of her breast, were like the eyes in the center of the occult symbol.
Rocio gifted me with the first nocturnal moan when I started kissing her nipples shaped like tiny cups, hardened and responsive to my uncontrollable mouth action on them, I kissed, licked and mostly squeezed and sucked them like a gigantic infant.
With my hands, I gripped both breasts and massaged them while filling them with kisses and rubbing myself between them, the roundness they had invited attention in countless possible ways.
While I was regressing to my most tender childhood with her breasts, one of her hands slipped under my towel and suddenly all metaphors, parallels, and poetic words escaped me, the only poetic thing at my criterion was Alejandro Sanz and a verse that said:Somebody has embroidered your body with threads of my anxiety. From your waist, your crossed legs, from my back a clock where your fingers are the hands that wind up this engine. What is the force of the heart.Rocío softened the sweetness of the moment by pushing me onto the bed, where without even glimpsing my private parts, she took them to her mouth and I saw that tumultuous hair rising and falling at a perfect rhythm. I didn't take long to grab her hair to manipulate her, caress her, feel her hairy skin between my fingers, in more than one of my masturbatory fantasies I would take her by the hair and wasn't going to let the opportunity pass.
It was incredible how there were no words in between, just the song on loop giving rhythm to our acts and the sound of her wet mouth giving me pleasure, licking every side of my trunk and savoring even my two man fruits. When she fixed her gaze on my eyes I almost felt a heart attack, seeing her there underneath with my testicles against her mouth being massaged by her tongue and nose it was a spectacle that I never thought I would live in first row.
-MmmJust arrived, I made it just in time for dessert. – Broke the silence, verbal licking from the eggs to the glans, which got into my mouth and caressed with my tongue.
- Come on, with all the tip you leave, I also want my dessert served.
Rocío took off her thong while giving me the last sips of my penis, leaving it at its peak. Then she positioned herself over me to perform the inimitable 69, where I could see her flowered thong between her folds, barely hiding the radial lines emerging from her asterisk and vaginal lips. Although I thought I was going to eat everything, I started with the sea fruit, overflowing with ingredients and flavors prepared all day, me so bathed and she so authentic, there was no comparison...
I passed my tongue over the first layer of her sex, the most superficial one, composed of perspiration, flow, and some condiment. After giving it a nearly feline cleaning service, I plunged into her salmon court, so characteristic of its source related to sea fruits. Had she not continued to hold my penis in her mouth at any moment, her moans would have been a perfect chorus for the song accompanying us.
She had a vagina that hadn't grown 10 years old, perhaps only 5, with small and closed lips, depilated so close that it gave the illusion that nothing had germinated there yet, it was a challenge to my moral similar to a pubescent vagina in that woman's body, kissing and licking her, was more like a caress to my tongue when I went through her pink interior, I swear I felt she returned the lick.
Helping myself with one hand, I separated her delicate lips from the center, already starting to flow her delicious juice, which I captured with my lips and tongue to taste it as if it were honey. I approached each hemisphere of her vagina, from the pink orifice to her small clitoris, difficult to find since it was well protected by a small cap of flesh. Once in sight, I... I sucked like it was a miniature nipple I was treating, drowning it in saliva to provoke a splashing sound as coarse and stimulating as it was. And it couldn't be otherwise with all the effort she was putting into fellating me. With one of her skilled hands massaging my testicles while her mouth kept rising and falling, stretching out my skin so pleasurably that going back to manual stimulation in the future would be an insult to my penis. Taking advantage of Rocio having her mouth occupied, I moved on to the next plate. I positioned my hands on her buttocks and separated them to admire her anus just before attacking the point where all the lines converged with my tongue, savoring its most exotic flavor.Aaah, ah, ummmYes, come on, commit everything, eat me whole… - She let out before sinking between my legs, to my surprise, she imitated my gesture and also sent tongue where the sun never shone on me. E romanticism looked away while we devoured each other's booties like possessed. I polished every wrinkle of hers and left a saliva lake in the center, almost seeming whiter from so much licking. She, when opening my legs, didn't hesitate and attacked my butt, going further than anything or anyone. My butt was sacred and she had already conquered it with her tongue and lips, just like I did, kissing it as if it were a second mouth.
We remained entwined, uniting our digestive systems like in a morbid movie for several minutes, rubbing our mouths and noses against the most hidden parts of our bodies. At one point we separated and Rocío took control of everything, positioning herself over me, rubbing her wet vulva on my glans... I saw a burning drop from her vagina fall onto my glans, as if attracted to it.
- Sorry Felipe, all very nice like you ate me up, but I work tomorrow...
- Facu, Facundo. - She corrected me with a certain stutter. My mouth was overflowing with flavors that wanted to accompany me until the tomb.
- Well, Facu. Here I go. - She said and did the most beautiful magic trick, making my manhood disappear in her belly until I hit something, Rocío and I, I and Rocío... simply I couldn't comprehend my good fortune, nor in my most optimistic fantasies did I think that this lightning trip to Pehuen-Có was going to have such an outcome.
- Ahh, ahh, ahhCome on, tease me, tease me isn't this what you've always dreamed of? Take me all in a hurry? Come on, come onAh, ah, ah... - She raised both arms, showing me clean and shiny armpits. Before reacting and moving in sync with her, I admired how she was taking hold of my hair, getting tangled while biting her lip, enjoying herself as if she didn't know someone could enjoy themselves like that.
The chestnut began to move over me, her breasts swaying in unison until I caught them mid-air, massaging them until her nipples hardened in my palms, the freckles on her shoulders blurring as the woman increased speed... for a moment, I felt the little boy who had fueled all the adventure from within me look away, the idealized image of Rocio shattered, there she was, my first love, the only one that would last through time, riding me with her eyes closed, moaning wildly, her hair swaying like in a gale.
Between the little girl who collected seashells on the beach and this woman capable of riding me, there was an abyss; in some way, I hadn't grown up at all and she had grown up everything. As the minutes passed, we caressed each other, looked at each other, and gave ourselves wild kisses, those that splashed like waves. My penis didn't stop pushing its way into her interior as if it wanted to widen her sex, knock down the hot and humid barrier and go further.
I put my hands on her hips with such force that they sounded like a slap; Rocio positioned her legs in frog position and literally plunged me into her. The bed prayed to God for her to resist the onslaught of this young woman, who although had a wasp waist, had powerful hips and fell onto me with an irresistible speed. Clinging to my body, she swung without giving me a break, showing me that I hadn't lost time in the last years; she knew all the tricks, was an adventurer without fear of inheriting the world and was taking away my shine from her speed.
- Come on, Facu, run, run inside me like so much You wanted, little lovesick guy, give it... - She said to my ear while hugging me. Her brown hair made a curtain and hid the hotel room from me, inside I was debating whether to listen or not... coming would put an end to a story I wanted to keep alive forever.
In another kiss that didn't know if it would be the last, I gave in to her intentions and let everything my love go straight into her interior, without hesitation or reserve, I came until the last drop in an extensive and compulsive manner in her vagina. Rocio, no more introduction, lifted her hip until my satisfied penis was released from her warm embrace and a small trickle of sperm bathed me like pastry cream.
I have to admit that at that moment I hadn't realized the gravity of our act. I had come inside, all the love I had to offer ended in her uterus, without doubt I should have counted on contraceptives like the morning-after pill or would have to find an accessible terrain in the seaside city... it wasn't a perspective that bothered me so much.
She didn't give me time to react and settled her hair while preparing to leave the bed almost immediately, bending down to take her clothes.
- Don't you stay for a little longer? - I proposed hopefully with a night of wild passion. What was an all-nighter for young people like us? Could one abandon such a body to its fate without trying to reclaim it again?
- Tomorrow I have work, Facu. I can't stay any longer. - She decreed sharply.
- Can I see you tomorrow? If it were up to me, I'd take you with me to...
Rocio let out a little laugh while adjusting her flowered thong.
- You don't know me, Facu. You've had your fantasy, you've had one night for yourself, don't ask for more than that's enough.
- Rocio, we had a great time, doesn't it seem like something to repeat? I can come back every year and...
The brown-haired girl approached me and put her finger on my lips demanding silence: - Go back to your city and don't come back. This night is for you.
Be unique, I'm telling you that for me it's a matter of every day. – She said and suddenly, I discovered that I was naked, defenseless, cold, alone…
- What do you want more tips? What should I be in a better place? Did I do something wrong? – I said and knew immediately that they were strokes of drowning, desperate drowning in the waves.
I saw her finish changing, putting on her bra, arranging her hair just barely and going to take a bath where she didn't bother to close the door. I stayed there lying down, like a GPS on a merry-go-round, recalculating eternally.
- Don't complicate yourself, handsome, I'm not the girl you think. – She said as a farewell, finally. - You want to be the star of my collection, unique, irreproducible, I don't want to be bad, I'm not cruel, in reality I never wanted a star for myself, I have heaps of crawdads wanting to reach me, waiting for their turn, consider yourself lucky that you had me at your fingertips.
Thus, without more, Rocío left my life forever, leaving a disaster in my soul bigger than when she arrived. Like those heroes (and villains) of fiction who make something explode, she walked towards the front unyielding, not giving a glance back to see the disaster she left behind, I was that explosion that couldn't capture her attention.
Understanding it little by little, like drops of water, I realized I was just another piece in her countless collection and not her greatest treasure, and never would be, I let her go, with my ego committing suicide, with my memory breaking like crystal, I let her go to never see her again. Rocío, a name so soft, an action so turbulent.
Without opening an eye, I paid what was due and started the road back in my car heading to my city, feeling more defeated than triumphant, knowing that with time I would learn to appreciate her devastating sincerity and her tender generous gesture towards me, who wasn't anyone, who wasn't anything for her or for anyone. Rocío didn't owe me anything and yet she had given everything to me, but only for one night. I was selfish thinking I could have her for myself as if the women of... The truth like they could collect themselves. Rocio played with me and knew that my packaging said discardable, like many others who enjoyed her, I fell into her game and had to be grateful for passing through her hands, her lips, her body... Rocio... her sacred name, seemed to magnify on the pedestal where I put it. How many victims would have fallen before the illusion of possessing you? How many fools saw you and thought they could tame you? Unable to contain my crying, I stopped at a safe spot on the sidewalk in a place where no citadines could crash into me during their exodus. With the windows closed so no one could hear my lamentations, I began to unload my fury against the steering wheel and the empty seat next to me with a clean punch, accidentally making the horn sound. I got even until I lost my breath while Alejandro Sanz put the soundtrack just to my life: She slides and runs me over and although sometimes it doesn't matter to me, I know that the day I lose her I'll suffer again. For her, who appears and hides, who leaves and stays. Who is question and answer, my darkness, my star. She combs my soul and tangles it up, goes with me but I don't know where she's going. My rival, my companion. She's so deep in my life and at the same time so far away...
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