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EL CANDELABRO
La separación con Natalia había sido todo lo cordial que había podido ser, era una buena mujer y quedamos como buenos amigos después de seguir nuestras vidas por separado, pero nunca tuvimos inconvenientes en pactar necesidades de mutuos apoyos, en especial con un bien en común que nos ataría de por vida, nuestros pequeños hijos
Con Natalia, aunque sea a la distancia podíamos acordar, compartir gastos, necesidades, presencias, vacaciones, y más de una vez me había planteado si el divorcio había sido la solución, porque no podía estar con ella, pero tampoco sin ella.
Pero el tiempo había pasado, y lo escrito, escrito estaba, ella ya tenía un nuevo amor y la verdad es que busqué en otra lo que extrañaba de ella.
Esa otra, se llamaría Judith, y con Judith cometería el peor error de mi vida.
Seguramente, envalentonado por mi experiencia con mi primera esposa, asumía que todas serían iguales, y ciegamente puse la firma para un segundo compromiso formal.
Pero esa mujer, en unos años se transformaría en la peor de mis pesadillas, con celos enfermizos, posesiva, histérica y hasta con crisis psicóticas que hacían imposible la convivencia, llegamos a un punto de no retorno y si en pareja vivíamos un calvario, atravesar una situación de divorcio fue lo más traumático en mi vida.
Ella no quería separarse de mí, ella quería destruirme, me hubiera asesinado de ser posible, había pasado del amor al odio y era ese tipo de mujeres que se encargan de pisotear en el fango a su ex, por despecho, por odio, por orgullo, esas mujeres que se quedan aferradas a un pasado y nunca pueden terminar de cortar las cuerdas, que siempre dan vueltas con su abogado de turno para encontrar la forma de volver a la carga por más, para que no puedas dormir tranquilo.
Mi mejor consuelo fue al menos, no haber tenido más hijos con ella, puesto que eso si hubiera implicado un martirio de por vida, pero en algún punto de nuestros últimos días de convivencia hasta temí por mi vida, Judith era una bola de nervios fuera de control, y no me importó dejarle lo poco que teníamos en común, tan solo salí con lo puesto, un bolso de mano con mis pocas ropas y algunas pertenencias personales
Hasta tuve que rescatar en una operación comando como un ladrón mediocre a Tobi, mi perro, porque era cuestión de tiempo para que ella lo envenenara, al menos para que por algún tiempo estuviera en casa de mis padres hasta que yo pudiera acomodarme nuevamente.
Tenía ya más de cuarenta y no tenía nada, salía de mi segundo divorcio y de lo único que estaba seguro después de dejar atrás a Judith, es que por mucho tiempo no querría ningún compromiso con ninguna persona del sexo opuesto, no señor.
Por unos pocos días volví a casa de mis padres, sabiendo que no duraría mucho tiempo ahí, papá era un buen tipo, pero éramos incompatibles, no había lugar para dos toros en un mismo corral así que busqué partir lo antes posible.
Y mi situación económica estaba de lo peor, los costes de divorcio me habían dejado casi en banca rota, yo era solo un tipo que hacía un poco de todo, albañilería, plomería, gasista, electricista, y me ganaba la vida con changas que agarraba por acá y por allá, tenía que aportar por mis hijos, por su alimentación, por vestimenta, por el colegio, y si bien Natalia sabía de mi situación y me hacía el aguante, tampoco era justo que yo aprovechara la jugada para sacar parte.
El coche que usaba para trabajar se caía a pedazos, y me traía más problemas que beneficios, y tal vez la única luz al final del túnel fuera haber escapado a las garras de Judith
Así llegaría a la hostería 'El candelabro', un sitio de poca monta, muy económico, donde podría estar para subsistir por algún tiempo hasta equilibrar mis finanzas.
En la recepción me atendió Marisa, una gordita rubiona de cabellos teñidos, calculé entre cincuenta y sesenta y con una sonrisa muy amable me explicó en detalles que es lo me podían ofrecer.
'El candelabro' en verdad era una vieja casona de anteaños, una edificación venida a menos de altos techos y ventanas alargadas con postigos chirriantes, donde poco a poco, con unos míseros pesos, fueron transformando en una pensión para gente de bajos recursos. Por fuera, un revoque amarillento invadido por la humedad, con rajaduras y cascarones por doquier daba aspecto de abandono, las altas puertas de madera quemadas por el sol y la lluvia, se mostraban descoloridas y los viejos pisos multicolores de los años cuarenta estaban degastados y hundidos por el continuó tránsito.
La recepción donde intercambiamos información entre lo que buscaba y lo que me ofrecía, también parecía haberse quedado en el pasado, con un tablero enorme sobre la pared con la demarcación de las habitaciones, separados por un escritorio descolado, con un antiguo fichero con tarjetas escritas a mano, donde no había ningún atisbo de tecnología.
Marisa, me acompañó a ver un par de opciones disponibles, tomé un cuarto con una ventana que daba a un patio interno, me pareció la mejor de todas y en esos minutos de elección me dejó saber algunas cosas lógicas, no se podía molestar, con ruidos, con personas, estaban prohibidas acciones que rozaran con la moral y buenas costumbres, aunque en poco tiempo notaria que por las noches, algunas habitaciones se alquilaban clandestinamente a parejas de ocasión para tener un par de horas de sexo, me mostró una pequeña heladera y un viejo anafe por si fuera mi gusto prepararme algo de comer, aunque también me comentó que detrás de la administración había un pequeño comedor interno donde servían algún que otro menú, refrigerios y cafetería
Ella también me mostró el baño, muy pequeño, con un espejo de pared opacado por el tiempo, me confió que el agua caliente provenía de una pequeña caldera central por lo que no debía abusar del uso del agua, puesto que debía alcanzar para todos.
Entre palabras le confié un poco de mi vida y le dije que era una estadía provisoria, y cuando ella cerró la puerta me quedé pensando en soledad, acomodando mis pocas pertenencias en el viejo ropero de pared, observando detalles del lugar.
El piso me recordó a la casa de mis abuelos maternos, largas maderas desgastadas cruzando de punta a punta sobre tirantes, el techo estaba altísimo, y podía ver los viejos ladrillos que formaban su estructura puesto que el revoque había desaparecido casi por completo, las paredes mal reparadas, resistían al avance de la humedad cuyo olor invadía todo el espacio, y un vetusto ventilador de techo giraba lentamente gimiendo en cada vuelta en un ronroneo armónico.
La pequeña heladera tenía todo el burlete carcomido y miles de stickers pegados en la puerta y el anafe destacaba por la falta de limpieza.
Fui por una ducha, el agua de la regadera tiraba no más de cuatro chorros y cada uno apuntaba a un lado diferente, al cerrar la canilla me quedé con la llave en la mano y se hizo evidente que todo estaba atado con alambres en ese sitio.
Se hacía tarde, me recosté unos segundos para leer un poco y también comprobaría que el colchón que me había tocado en suerte era fino como una hoja de papel y que la ajetreada cama pareció pedir perdón al recibir mis noventa kilos.
Miré el techo, y mis ojos se perdieron nuevamente en las aspas del ventilador, la pintura blanca original se mostraba grisácea en el ángulo de ataque de las mismas por años y años de tierra pegada ante la falta de limpieza
Busqué unas prendas y me decidí pasar por al bufet, sin esperar nada nuevo, pero tenía hambre y no tenía nada mejor que hacer.
Bajé las escaleras, pasé por detrás de la recepción y llegué al improvisado comedor donde se imponía la misma temática, un lugar ajado y griseado por el tiempo, con mobiliarios pasados de moda y una heladera industrial con demasiadas batallas a cuesta.
Una jovencita que atendía me ofreció el menú del día, 'ñoquis de papas con salsa roja', por lo que preferí que me preparara un emparedado con alguna cerveza de ocasión.
Me quedé observando el entorno donde me sentí el único con apetito, puesto que era el único en el lugar, y mientras esperaba que la joven me atendiera, la pared lateral llamó mi atención, estaba decorada con una incontable cantidad de cuadros de fotos de todos tamaños y todas épocas, era como que esa pared mantuviera viva la historia de 'El candelabro' y en muchas de esas fotos pude encontrar a Marisa, la gordita que me había recibido.
Entre tantas, no pude de dejar de notar una en especial, y digo en especial porque no era más que una caricatura muy prolija y muy sexi, retrataba una chica de unos veinte años, una morena de largos cabellos negros y un rostro alargado, muy latino, de piel cobriza, y era un dibujo de esos típicos donde se resaltan las curvas femeninas, con una musculosa blanca transparente que hasta mostraba el detalle de sus pezones, y una tanga diminuta que cortaba las líneas de la perfección de sus piernas, sus caderas y su vientre.
I felt like an idiot, since my admiration and intrigue were as great as my excitement, although it was only a caricature of a unknown woman who I didn't even know if she was real.
Then I would go back to some details that I had passed over, for example, noticing in that caricature, the background of the scene was the same zone of administration where the chubby girl had received me hours earlier, and that in the rest of the photos, a very yummy brunette appeared from time to time who had probably inspired the artist's hand, and being even more acute, I could notice that the young woman preparing dinner for me looked too much like the girl in the photos and the portrait of whom I had foolishly fallen in love with.
While eating, I asked the young woman some things about the place but didn't dare to touch the topic of the photographs, besides, already more clients from the shift had arrived and she was showing quite busy as to make me waste her time.
I went back to my room, when passing through administration a morose guy like a commitment waved at me who had taken over Marisa for the night shift, while a pair of teenage youngsters waited shamefacedly on the side waiting for someone to give them a key to a room to do it, I laughed inside but needed to rest, I would have a long day ahead of me to do some routine maintenance work.
I got up early, my bones ached from the discomfort of the bed and I prepared some mates while reading the news on my cell phone, changed, took my things and went down to my car.
I would meet her minutes later when going down the stairs and passing through administration again, she was arranging papers with her back turned behind the counter, I saw a red sweater furiously matching the shiny black of her hair, couldn't see much more just guess a woman of considerable height.
She turned around and we had our first face-to-face encounter, and I noticed it was her, the girl from the picture, and even though those sketches made her look like a sexually explosive woman, it's true that she actually showed herself to be very attractive, with that elongated face, which now showed several typical wrinkles of a fifty-year-old, and it was noticeable how her enormous breasts were marked under that mid-season pullover.
I just looked at her in silence, like an idiot, with the sketch in my head, until she smiled strangely at my passivity, introduced herself as Noelia, or simply Noe, as everyone called her, one of the owners of El Candelabro.
I spoke stuttering, like an idiot, a nervous situation that always gave me away when I liked a girl and she tried to stifle a laugh not to sound coarse.
We talked a bit, exchanged words, and suddenly I just wanted to know more about her story, her past, and the next two months of my stay would take me to understand how the pieces fit together in that game that was taking away my sleep.
El Candelabro had been born as an illusion of a family business, high-flying but with time, disagreements between relatives, bad administrations, and bad decisions had led it to be almost an uninhabitable dump. Marisa, Noelia, and another woman called Roxana were the ones who had remained in charge and continued to run the business, fighting against wind and tide, but slowly they were sinking under debts that suffocated them.
The girl who had served me that first night at the bar, Karen, was Noe's daughter as I had suspected, she had the same face and breasts, and she had obtained a lot of information from her lips.
Noelia, like me, was divorced and disillusioned with the opposite sex, didn't want to know anything about men, they had hurt her and she no longer expected much from love.
But I managed to cross words, smiles, interests, and every time the image of that woman crossed my mind, I felt my heart pounding and a tingling between my legs.
I had an idea, a late afternoon I gathered the three partners, Noe, Roxana and Marisa, although I only did it for the first one, a proposal to win and win, I could modernize the facade of that place a bit, it was my job, and we could only start with one room as an example, I had contacts where I could get materials at a very affordable price and in return I would only ask not to pay my monthly rent, a proposal too generous unless it came from a fool who was falling in love.
They evaluated it, their economy was so bad that they couldn't even afford materials at a discounted price, but it was like throwing a coin into the air to see if it landed on the side of fortune.
I got to work, they gave me a small room at the back and after calculating cent by cent in three months I finally had something decent to show, the floors had been polished, the ceilings updated, the walls repainted and the furniture modernized, new mattresses, electrical installation and all the hot water part for the bathroom, a clean and unhealthy cleanliness and when everything was finished I sat down to contemplate my masterpiece.
And throughout that time I didn't stop being gallant with Noe, and she only responded and was complicit.
That morning, Noe wore a black long-sleeved shirt very tight on her body, it accentuated those beautiful breasts of hers, a skirt up to mid-thigh and boots in gamuza very sexy that reached her knees, she looked radiant in my eyes, especially beautiful, we went for a coffee at the bar, sat down at a table and talked about everything a bit, and only brought up the painting, the caricature, a little ashamed she told me it was the creation of an ex, because it seemed somewhat pornographic but with feminine modesty, she said those curves were exaggerated, very far from her reality, but I, with masculine flattery, contradicted her, letting her know that in my eyes it was very real and that only people spoke well of a truly beautiful woman.
Take yours Hands between mine and our gazes crossed in an undefined time, until she pulled them back and said: 'Well, do you show me the room? I'm anxious...' Her daughter, on the other side of the bar, had been an involuntary witness to what happened, to the conversation, to the gazes, and before leaving the place, she gave me a mischievous smile and winked her eyes, as if assuming that her mother was interested in me and approved of our relationship. We went to the back, for obvious reasons of my personal interest I chose Noe to be the first to cross the entrance door after days of secret work. She entered and I closed the door behind us, Noelia's face had transformed into joys and amazements, she couldn't believe the change, and while she scanned every detail of the room with her gaze, I scanned every detail of her body with mine.
I got drunk on her perfume, and in a fit of madness, when she passed too close, I only grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to my side, squeezed her and felt those enormous tits digging into my chest, she looked at me fixedly without uttering a word, perhaps surprised, perhaps with a corresponding desire, I noticed her agitated, and a marked silence invaded the room.
I searched for her lips with mine and we merged in an endless kiss, and I felt like she was melting between my arms, and that kiss was followed by another, and another, and another more, then she said...
How good will the new mattress be? Should we try it?
I laughed and let her sit down and lean against the back wall, she lifted that shirt revealing her enormous breasts, like two balls showing themselves contained under a lace bra, they seemed about to explode at any moment and I only said...
Daughter of a slut! What beautiful tits you have!
She responded with a smile, lifted her skirt to her waist and undressed herself, leaving the lingerie on the side, sensual nylon stockings that I hadn't noticed covered her thighs and between her open legs I could fill my view with her entrance to sin, completely shaved, I etched those seconds in my retina, that image of perfect woman, semi-naked, mature, sure of what she wanted, erotic, and I only dragged myself to her side.
I filled her mouth with my tongue again and didn't delay in going down on her tits, the best tits I had seen in my forty years of life, I started to nibble them with great sweetness and my big hands couldn't grasp them, her nipples showed themselves excited under the transparent fabric of the bra and she pressed my head between them, so that I could eat them completely, and then, I brought my fingers between her legs which opened naturally for me to advance.
I undressed her and my kisses went down her stomach, and arrived at her sex, soft, sweet, with a love flavor, I ate the enormous pussy open like a flower. And I went back to her breasts, her mouth, and down again, caressing her buttocks, legs, and wanting everything, so that nothing would escape the game and everything would be perfect.
I undressed my cock and put it all in, until the end, and she started to moan in that way women do when they're giving pleasure, biting her lips, with her eyes closed, with her breasts trapped under my chest, with her legs open, with one hand caressing my balls, with the other hand holding her clitoris tightly, searching for more orgasms.
I put her on all fours on the bed, got behind her, and went back in completely to move inside her, filled my hands with her waist and buttocks, her sphincter was huge and that excited me too much, I lubricated my finger and pushed it in from behind without any trouble, and felt my cock entering and leaving her pussy, she moaned and pushed hard against me to make the penetration deep.
Suddenly, she changed, sat up on the bed again, and started sucking me very tasty, very deeply, doing it very well and seemed to be pulling it out of me, I was holding my balls, looking at her eyes and just couldn't
I felt myself coming, told her that's what I wanted and she only gave me the pleasure, my warm cum shot all over her breasts, left, right, passed my hot glans over her nipples and everything was glorious
When we finished, she took some of the bed sheets and cleaned her breasts and the remnants of semen from her body, and in a very professional way, in silence, put back on her clothes, looking at every detail of her body to see herself perfect, as she always did.
We tidied up, arranged everything, and it was all over for that day
And we transformed into lovers, like teenagers, like fools, and every time we could, we made love in secret.
We kept doing this almost for two years, one by one arranging the rooms, and Noe had turned into the motor that moved my life, I was happy at that time, and in my idealized plans I imagined a new couple, my ex Natalia knew about it, she was glad for me, and thought maybe Noelia and my kids should get to know each other, Karen, the daughter of Noe, the girl from the buffet bar, liked me and saw with good eyes the new relationship between her mother and me, even acted as my confidante and accomplice in love matters behind her mom's back.
But Noelia would never take the step, love had hurt her too much in the past and she was no longer willing to risk it for anyone, she wouldn't want a man in her bed every night, could give me her sexuality but never her heart.
We were trapped on a path with no exit because the future I idealized wasn't the same as hers, maybe only destiny was warning me, when that night I had terrible nightmares with Judith, my past came back to me and I knew it was time to leave for new paths.
Noe accepted even making love like a farewell.
I said goodbye to all acquaintances, went to the bar before leaving El Candelabro, Noe's daughter served me the last drink, her face was sad and she told me she would miss me, had gotten used to my presence and thanked me for everything I'd done for the place and her mother who hadn't been that happy in a long time.
I shrugged like saying 'I did all I could'
I went to the wall of paintings, to see her one last time, took the caricature between my hands, removing it from where it always rested, passed my fingers over the contour, and only kept it in my bag among my clothes, Karen who was watching everything gave me a wink like she used to do, and I left behind that part of my life, that place, and that love that wasn't possible.
If you liked this story you can write to me with title EL CANDELABRO at dulces.placeres@live.com
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EL CANDELABRO
La separación con Natalia había sido todo lo cordial que había podido ser, era una buena mujer y quedamos como buenos amigos después de seguir nuestras vidas por separado, pero nunca tuvimos inconvenientes en pactar necesidades de mutuos apoyos, en especial con un bien en común que nos ataría de por vida, nuestros pequeños hijos
Con Natalia, aunque sea a la distancia podíamos acordar, compartir gastos, necesidades, presencias, vacaciones, y más de una vez me había planteado si el divorcio había sido la solución, porque no podía estar con ella, pero tampoco sin ella.
Pero el tiempo había pasado, y lo escrito, escrito estaba, ella ya tenía un nuevo amor y la verdad es que busqué en otra lo que extrañaba de ella.
Esa otra, se llamaría Judith, y con Judith cometería el peor error de mi vida.
Seguramente, envalentonado por mi experiencia con mi primera esposa, asumía que todas serían iguales, y ciegamente puse la firma para un segundo compromiso formal.
Pero esa mujer, en unos años se transformaría en la peor de mis pesadillas, con celos enfermizos, posesiva, histérica y hasta con crisis psicóticas que hacían imposible la convivencia, llegamos a un punto de no retorno y si en pareja vivíamos un calvario, atravesar una situación de divorcio fue lo más traumático en mi vida.
Ella no quería separarse de mí, ella quería destruirme, me hubiera asesinado de ser posible, había pasado del amor al odio y era ese tipo de mujeres que se encargan de pisotear en el fango a su ex, por despecho, por odio, por orgullo, esas mujeres que se quedan aferradas a un pasado y nunca pueden terminar de cortar las cuerdas, que siempre dan vueltas con su abogado de turno para encontrar la forma de volver a la carga por más, para que no puedas dormir tranquilo.
Mi mejor consuelo fue al menos, no haber tenido más hijos con ella, puesto que eso si hubiera implicado un martirio de por vida, pero en algún punto de nuestros últimos días de convivencia hasta temí por mi vida, Judith era una bola de nervios fuera de control, y no me importó dejarle lo poco que teníamos en común, tan solo salí con lo puesto, un bolso de mano con mis pocas ropas y algunas pertenencias personales
Hasta tuve que rescatar en una operación comando como un ladrón mediocre a Tobi, mi perro, porque era cuestión de tiempo para que ella lo envenenara, al menos para que por algún tiempo estuviera en casa de mis padres hasta que yo pudiera acomodarme nuevamente.
Tenía ya más de cuarenta y no tenía nada, salía de mi segundo divorcio y de lo único que estaba seguro después de dejar atrás a Judith, es que por mucho tiempo no querría ningún compromiso con ninguna persona del sexo opuesto, no señor.
Por unos pocos días volví a casa de mis padres, sabiendo que no duraría mucho tiempo ahí, papá era un buen tipo, pero éramos incompatibles, no había lugar para dos toros en un mismo corral así que busqué partir lo antes posible.
Y mi situación económica estaba de lo peor, los costes de divorcio me habían dejado casi en banca rota, yo era solo un tipo que hacía un poco de todo, albañilería, plomería, gasista, electricista, y me ganaba la vida con changas que agarraba por acá y por allá, tenía que aportar por mis hijos, por su alimentación, por vestimenta, por el colegio, y si bien Natalia sabía de mi situación y me hacía el aguante, tampoco era justo que yo aprovechara la jugada para sacar parte.
El coche que usaba para trabajar se caía a pedazos, y me traía más problemas que beneficios, y tal vez la única luz al final del túnel fuera haber escapado a las garras de Judith
Así llegaría a la hostería 'El candelabro', un sitio de poca monta, muy económico, donde podría estar para subsistir por algún tiempo hasta equilibrar mis finanzas.
En la recepción me atendió Marisa, una gordita rubiona de cabellos teñidos, calculé entre cincuenta y sesenta y con una sonrisa muy amable me explicó en detalles que es lo me podían ofrecer.
'El candelabro' en verdad era una vieja casona de anteaños, una edificación venida a menos de altos techos y ventanas alargadas con postigos chirriantes, donde poco a poco, con unos míseros pesos, fueron transformando en una pensión para gente de bajos recursos. Por fuera, un revoque amarillento invadido por la humedad, con rajaduras y cascarones por doquier daba aspecto de abandono, las altas puertas de madera quemadas por el sol y la lluvia, se mostraban descoloridas y los viejos pisos multicolores de los años cuarenta estaban degastados y hundidos por el continuó tránsito.
La recepción donde intercambiamos información entre lo que buscaba y lo que me ofrecía, también parecía haberse quedado en el pasado, con un tablero enorme sobre la pared con la demarcación de las habitaciones, separados por un escritorio descolado, con un antiguo fichero con tarjetas escritas a mano, donde no había ningún atisbo de tecnología.
Marisa, me acompañó a ver un par de opciones disponibles, tomé un cuarto con una ventana que daba a un patio interno, me pareció la mejor de todas y en esos minutos de elección me dejó saber algunas cosas lógicas, no se podía molestar, con ruidos, con personas, estaban prohibidas acciones que rozaran con la moral y buenas costumbres, aunque en poco tiempo notaria que por las noches, algunas habitaciones se alquilaban clandestinamente a parejas de ocasión para tener un par de horas de sexo, me mostró una pequeña heladera y un viejo anafe por si fuera mi gusto prepararme algo de comer, aunque también me comentó que detrás de la administración había un pequeño comedor interno donde servían algún que otro menú, refrigerios y cafetería
Ella también me mostró el baño, muy pequeño, con un espejo de pared opacado por el tiempo, me confió que el agua caliente provenía de una pequeña caldera central por lo que no debía abusar del uso del agua, puesto que debía alcanzar para todos.
Entre palabras le confié un poco de mi vida y le dije que era una estadía provisoria, y cuando ella cerró la puerta me quedé pensando en soledad, acomodando mis pocas pertenencias en el viejo ropero de pared, observando detalles del lugar.
El piso me recordó a la casa de mis abuelos maternos, largas maderas desgastadas cruzando de punta a punta sobre tirantes, el techo estaba altísimo, y podía ver los viejos ladrillos que formaban su estructura puesto que el revoque había desaparecido casi por completo, las paredes mal reparadas, resistían al avance de la humedad cuyo olor invadía todo el espacio, y un vetusto ventilador de techo giraba lentamente gimiendo en cada vuelta en un ronroneo armónico.
La pequeña heladera tenía todo el burlete carcomido y miles de stickers pegados en la puerta y el anafe destacaba por la falta de limpieza.
Fui por una ducha, el agua de la regadera tiraba no más de cuatro chorros y cada uno apuntaba a un lado diferente, al cerrar la canilla me quedé con la llave en la mano y se hizo evidente que todo estaba atado con alambres en ese sitio.
Se hacía tarde, me recosté unos segundos para leer un poco y también comprobaría que el colchón que me había tocado en suerte era fino como una hoja de papel y que la ajetreada cama pareció pedir perdón al recibir mis noventa kilos.
Miré el techo, y mis ojos se perdieron nuevamente en las aspas del ventilador, la pintura blanca original se mostraba grisácea en el ángulo de ataque de las mismas por años y años de tierra pegada ante la falta de limpieza
Busqué unas prendas y me decidí pasar por al bufet, sin esperar nada nuevo, pero tenía hambre y no tenía nada mejor que hacer.
Bajé las escaleras, pasé por detrás de la recepción y llegué al improvisado comedor donde se imponía la misma temática, un lugar ajado y griseado por el tiempo, con mobiliarios pasados de moda y una heladera industrial con demasiadas batallas a cuesta.
Una jovencita que atendía me ofreció el menú del día, 'ñoquis de papas con salsa roja', por lo que preferí que me preparara un emparedado con alguna cerveza de ocasión.
Me quedé observando el entorno donde me sentí el único con apetito, puesto que era el único en el lugar, y mientras esperaba que la joven me atendiera, la pared lateral llamó mi atención, estaba decorada con una incontable cantidad de cuadros de fotos de todos tamaños y todas épocas, era como que esa pared mantuviera viva la historia de 'El candelabro' y en muchas de esas fotos pude encontrar a Marisa, la gordita que me había recibido.
Entre tantas, no pude de dejar de notar una en especial, y digo en especial porque no era más que una caricatura muy prolija y muy sexi, retrataba una chica de unos veinte años, una morena de largos cabellos negros y un rostro alargado, muy latino, de piel cobriza, y era un dibujo de esos típicos donde se resaltan las curvas femeninas, con una musculosa blanca transparente que hasta mostraba el detalle de sus pezones, y una tanga diminuta que cortaba las líneas de la perfección de sus piernas, sus caderas y su vientre.
I felt like an idiot, since my admiration and intrigue were as great as my excitement, although it was only a caricature of a unknown woman who I didn't even know if she was real.Then I would go back to some details that I had passed over, for example, noticing in that caricature, the background of the scene was the same zone of administration where the chubby girl had received me hours earlier, and that in the rest of the photos, a very yummy brunette appeared from time to time who had probably inspired the artist's hand, and being even more acute, I could notice that the young woman preparing dinner for me looked too much like the girl in the photos and the portrait of whom I had foolishly fallen in love with.
While eating, I asked the young woman some things about the place but didn't dare to touch the topic of the photographs, besides, already more clients from the shift had arrived and she was showing quite busy as to make me waste her time.
I went back to my room, when passing through administration a morose guy like a commitment waved at me who had taken over Marisa for the night shift, while a pair of teenage youngsters waited shamefacedly on the side waiting for someone to give them a key to a room to do it, I laughed inside but needed to rest, I would have a long day ahead of me to do some routine maintenance work.
I got up early, my bones ached from the discomfort of the bed and I prepared some mates while reading the news on my cell phone, changed, took my things and went down to my car.
I would meet her minutes later when going down the stairs and passing through administration again, she was arranging papers with her back turned behind the counter, I saw a red sweater furiously matching the shiny black of her hair, couldn't see much more just guess a woman of considerable height.
She turned around and we had our first face-to-face encounter, and I noticed it was her, the girl from the picture, and even though those sketches made her look like a sexually explosive woman, it's true that she actually showed herself to be very attractive, with that elongated face, which now showed several typical wrinkles of a fifty-year-old, and it was noticeable how her enormous breasts were marked under that mid-season pullover.
I just looked at her in silence, like an idiot, with the sketch in my head, until she smiled strangely at my passivity, introduced herself as Noelia, or simply Noe, as everyone called her, one of the owners of El Candelabro.
I spoke stuttering, like an idiot, a nervous situation that always gave me away when I liked a girl and she tried to stifle a laugh not to sound coarse.
We talked a bit, exchanged words, and suddenly I just wanted to know more about her story, her past, and the next two months of my stay would take me to understand how the pieces fit together in that game that was taking away my sleep.
El Candelabro had been born as an illusion of a family business, high-flying but with time, disagreements between relatives, bad administrations, and bad decisions had led it to be almost an uninhabitable dump. Marisa, Noelia, and another woman called Roxana were the ones who had remained in charge and continued to run the business, fighting against wind and tide, but slowly they were sinking under debts that suffocated them.
The girl who had served me that first night at the bar, Karen, was Noe's daughter as I had suspected, she had the same face and breasts, and she had obtained a lot of information from her lips.
Noelia, like me, was divorced and disillusioned with the opposite sex, didn't want to know anything about men, they had hurt her and she no longer expected much from love.
But I managed to cross words, smiles, interests, and every time the image of that woman crossed my mind, I felt my heart pounding and a tingling between my legs.
I had an idea, a late afternoon I gathered the three partners, Noe, Roxana and Marisa, although I only did it for the first one, a proposal to win and win, I could modernize the facade of that place a bit, it was my job, and we could only start with one room as an example, I had contacts where I could get materials at a very affordable price and in return I would only ask not to pay my monthly rent, a proposal too generous unless it came from a fool who was falling in love.
They evaluated it, their economy was so bad that they couldn't even afford materials at a discounted price, but it was like throwing a coin into the air to see if it landed on the side of fortune.
I got to work, they gave me a small room at the back and after calculating cent by cent in three months I finally had something decent to show, the floors had been polished, the ceilings updated, the walls repainted and the furniture modernized, new mattresses, electrical installation and all the hot water part for the bathroom, a clean and unhealthy cleanliness and when everything was finished I sat down to contemplate my masterpiece.
And throughout that time I didn't stop being gallant with Noe, and she only responded and was complicit.
That morning, Noe wore a black long-sleeved shirt very tight on her body, it accentuated those beautiful breasts of hers, a skirt up to mid-thigh and boots in gamuza very sexy that reached her knees, she looked radiant in my eyes, especially beautiful, we went for a coffee at the bar, sat down at a table and talked about everything a bit, and only brought up the painting, the caricature, a little ashamed she told me it was the creation of an ex, because it seemed somewhat pornographic but with feminine modesty, she said those curves were exaggerated, very far from her reality, but I, with masculine flattery, contradicted her, letting her know that in my eyes it was very real and that only people spoke well of a truly beautiful woman.
Take yours Hands between mine and our gazes crossed in an undefined time, until she pulled them back and said: 'Well, do you show me the room? I'm anxious...' Her daughter, on the other side of the bar, had been an involuntary witness to what happened, to the conversation, to the gazes, and before leaving the place, she gave me a mischievous smile and winked her eyes, as if assuming that her mother was interested in me and approved of our relationship. We went to the back, for obvious reasons of my personal interest I chose Noe to be the first to cross the entrance door after days of secret work. She entered and I closed the door behind us, Noelia's face had transformed into joys and amazements, she couldn't believe the change, and while she scanned every detail of the room with her gaze, I scanned every detail of her body with mine.
I got drunk on her perfume, and in a fit of madness, when she passed too close, I only grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to my side, squeezed her and felt those enormous tits digging into my chest, she looked at me fixedly without uttering a word, perhaps surprised, perhaps with a corresponding desire, I noticed her agitated, and a marked silence invaded the room. I searched for her lips with mine and we merged in an endless kiss, and I felt like she was melting between my arms, and that kiss was followed by another, and another, and another more, then she said...
How good will the new mattress be? Should we try it?
I laughed and let her sit down and lean against the back wall, she lifted that shirt revealing her enormous breasts, like two balls showing themselves contained under a lace bra, they seemed about to explode at any moment and I only said...
Daughter of a slut! What beautiful tits you have!
She responded with a smile, lifted her skirt to her waist and undressed herself, leaving the lingerie on the side, sensual nylon stockings that I hadn't noticed covered her thighs and between her open legs I could fill my view with her entrance to sin, completely shaved, I etched those seconds in my retina, that image of perfect woman, semi-naked, mature, sure of what she wanted, erotic, and I only dragged myself to her side.
I filled her mouth with my tongue again and didn't delay in going down on her tits, the best tits I had seen in my forty years of life, I started to nibble them with great sweetness and my big hands couldn't grasp them, her nipples showed themselves excited under the transparent fabric of the bra and she pressed my head between them, so that I could eat them completely, and then, I brought my fingers between her legs which opened naturally for me to advance.
I undressed her and my kisses went down her stomach, and arrived at her sex, soft, sweet, with a love flavor, I ate the enormous pussy open like a flower. And I went back to her breasts, her mouth, and down again, caressing her buttocks, legs, and wanting everything, so that nothing would escape the game and everything would be perfect.
I undressed my cock and put it all in, until the end, and she started to moan in that way women do when they're giving pleasure, biting her lips, with her eyes closed, with her breasts trapped under my chest, with her legs open, with one hand caressing my balls, with the other hand holding her clitoris tightly, searching for more orgasms.
I put her on all fours on the bed, got behind her, and went back in completely to move inside her, filled my hands with her waist and buttocks, her sphincter was huge and that excited me too much, I lubricated my finger and pushed it in from behind without any trouble, and felt my cock entering and leaving her pussy, she moaned and pushed hard against me to make the penetration deep.
Suddenly, she changed, sat up on the bed again, and started sucking me very tasty, very deeply, doing it very well and seemed to be pulling it out of me, I was holding my balls, looking at her eyes and just couldn't
I felt myself coming, told her that's what I wanted and she only gave me the pleasure, my warm cum shot all over her breasts, left, right, passed my hot glans over her nipples and everything was glorious
When we finished, she took some of the bed sheets and cleaned her breasts and the remnants of semen from her body, and in a very professional way, in silence, put back on her clothes, looking at every detail of her body to see herself perfect, as she always did.
We tidied up, arranged everything, and it was all over for that day
And we transformed into lovers, like teenagers, like fools, and every time we could, we made love in secret.
We kept doing this almost for two years, one by one arranging the rooms, and Noe had turned into the motor that moved my life, I was happy at that time, and in my idealized plans I imagined a new couple, my ex Natalia knew about it, she was glad for me, and thought maybe Noelia and my kids should get to know each other, Karen, the daughter of Noe, the girl from the buffet bar, liked me and saw with good eyes the new relationship between her mother and me, even acted as my confidante and accomplice in love matters behind her mom's back.
But Noelia would never take the step, love had hurt her too much in the past and she was no longer willing to risk it for anyone, she wouldn't want a man in her bed every night, could give me her sexuality but never her heart.
We were trapped on a path with no exit because the future I idealized wasn't the same as hers, maybe only destiny was warning me, when that night I had terrible nightmares with Judith, my past came back to me and I knew it was time to leave for new paths.
Noe accepted even making love like a farewell.
I said goodbye to all acquaintances, went to the bar before leaving El Candelabro, Noe's daughter served me the last drink, her face was sad and she told me she would miss me, had gotten used to my presence and thanked me for everything I'd done for the place and her mother who hadn't been that happy in a long time.
I shrugged like saying 'I did all I could'
I went to the wall of paintings, to see her one last time, took the caricature between my hands, removing it from where it always rested, passed my fingers over the contour, and only kept it in my bag among my clothes, Karen who was watching everything gave me a wink like she used to do, and I left behind that part of my life, that place, and that love that wasn't possible.
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