My comadre showed up stranded and stayed with me for five nights

That winter was one of the good ones. There was no shortage of work, no shortage of money and, above all, no shortage of sex. I was running a work front at a high-altitude mine, far from the city, and for those months I was still carrying the hot memory of my first encounters with Patricia, another comadre with whom I had crossed a line that could no longer be uncrossed. We talked almost every day. Photos, video calls, messages in the middle of the night. The distance, far from putting the fire out, kept things red-hot.

They had extended our contract and the long holidays were approaching. In that area, when the deep cold arrives, the mountain road closes: snowfalls that knock trucks over and leave people stranded for days. At the end of the shift they told us that the pass toward the capital was cut off and that we should stay alert in case we could go up to camp the next day.

Once in Punta Alta, the gray town where I stayed, the phone rang. It was Lorena, the godmother of my eldest daughter. I was surprised, because she almost never called me.

—What’s the miracle? —I answered.

—Hi, kid —that’s what she had always called me—. I’m here, bothering you.

—That’s what I’m here for. What happened?

—You work around Punta Alta, right?

—Affirmative.

—The taxi that was taking me to San Lorenzo broke down and I’m stranded in this horrible town. Have you arrived yet?

—Where exactly are you?

—Next to a restaurant called El Fogón.

—Don’t move from there. I’m a step away.

I got there in minutes. We gave each other a long hug and I felt her trembling from the cold. I took her into the restaurant so she could eat something hot, and while we ate she got her color back. We talked for a long while, as if the years hadn’t passed.

For context: I’ve known Lorena for almost thirty years. We had our time as lovers, she was my impossible love, and if I could turn back time I’d do it just to stay with her. Now we were compadres, two lives that had crossed and separated a thousand times.

—Will you take me to a hotel to rest? —she asked at the end of dinner.

—I have my room at the lodging house. If you don’t mind sharing a bed, it’s yours.

She looked at me with a mischievous smile and agreed without hesitation. After all, I had nothing to hide from her.

At reception was Doña Marta, the owner, who almost never showed herself at that hour. She welcomed us with a big smile.

—Engineer, good evening. I see your wife came to visit you.

I didn’t correct her. I introduced Lorena as best I could and Doña Marta gave us an extra set of towels and blankets. We went up. As soon as she came in, she let herself fall onto the little sofa and I sat down beside her.

Then came the detail. Lorena had agreed to teach some classes at a university in San Lorenzo because she needed a change of scenery. And she needed that change because her husband had left her: he had run off to another country with his latest mistress and broken the news to her over the phone, just like that. She was shattered. I listened in silence and all I could do was hold her.

—Sweetheart —I said, because I call her that too—, I’m here for whatever you need.

I wiped her tears away with my thumb. Her huge black eyes shone in her face. I turned on the heater to take the cold out of the room.

—Kid, do you have anything to drink?

—Yes and no. I’ve got beer and soda, but no water.

—A beer, please.

In that weather there was no need to chill it. I opened a can and handed it to her. She drank almost the whole thing in one go.

—I think I’m going to need another.

—Relax, I’ve got plenty.

She told me everything in painful detail. Every time her voice broke, I held her tighter against me. When she finished letting go of what she’d been carrying inside, I knew it by the way she breathed. I lifted her up to put her on her feet, we ended up face to face, and as I lowered her gently I told her to go change while I showered. She nodded and I went into the bathroom.

I was adjusting the hot water when I heard the door. It was Lorena, wrapped only in a towel. I was speechless.

—Kid, I didn’t come all this way for you to comfort me —she said, and let the towel fall to the floor.

—That’s more than clear.

—I came to get back what they did to me.

—So I’m the chosen one.

—Yes, kid. You are.

I’m only a few months older than her. Lorena is white as paper, with long straight black hair. She doesn’t have a magazine body, she has a normal body, a real woman’s body: small firm breasts, large dark areolas, just over five foot three, those protruding eyes and a smile that undoes you.

Seeing her naked after so many years got me hard right away. I didn’t care how she looked now; I cared about how I remembered her. I stepped closer, stroked her face and kissed her. We got under the water together. I ran my hands over every inch of her skin, rediscovering what I thought I had forgotten. I remembered how much she loved being touched like that, slowly, while the water fell over us, and that’s what I did, between kisses that never seemed to end. We would have kept going, but the water started to cool and we had to get out.

We dried off quickly, because the mountain cold seeps into your bones. She sat on the edge of the bed, took me in her hand and put me in her mouth. Feeling the heat of her mouth, her tongue moving up and down, fogged my head. She grabbed me by the ass and, without taking her eyes off me, picked up the pace. She wanted to make me come no matter what.

—Sweetheart, you’re not going to be able to —I told her.

—Why not?

—Because I’m about to piss myself.

She burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the room.

—Go on, go first.

When I came back, she was under the blankets with a towel wrapped around her hair. I took advantage and grabbed my camera and took a few pictures of her. She was laughing and lifted the covers so I could settle down beside her.

—I see it went down —she said—. Let’s fix that.

Another blowjob I’d never forget. Before she could make me finish, I got into bed with her.

—Sweetheart, I want to come inside you.

—Kid, I’ve got five days for you.

—I want to fill you up completely.

—I’m yours. Do whatever you want.

Nothing more was said. We kissed and I started down her neck. The phone rang: they were telling me the snowfall was still going and the road wouldn’t open, but that I should be ready anyway. I hung up and went back to what I was doing.

I worked my way down kissing her neck, her shoulders, until I reached her breasts. I lingered there a good while, licking and biting slowly until her nipples stood hard. I went on down her belly, played with her navel and moved toward her thighs, kissing them one by one, deliberately taking my time every time I brushed her center.

—Keep going, kid —she murmured, her breath hitching—. Don’t stop. Make me feel like a woman again.

Lorena isn’t the kind to scream. She’s quiet, she barely speaks during sex, but she gives herself completely and has her little ways. I played with her with my mouth and my fingers until I wrung out barely audible moans from her. And without neglecting anything, I also tended to her back entrance, the one only I knew: she had made her debut with me years ago, and having her like that again turned me on even more.

She interrupted me so we could switch positions. I put a blanket under my hips so she’d be comfortable and she covered the two of us with the quilt. In the dark, our senses sharpened. Her scent drove me crazy. I buried my face between her legs and resumed the task calmly, while she returned every caress with her mouth, licking and squeezing gently, driving me to the edge a couple of times.

—You’ve got it so hard, kid! —she laughed.

—You’re no slouch yourself —I returned the compliment.

The moment came. I lay down on top of her and entered without effort. She let out a long moan. I started moving, feeling the heat radiating from inside her. She crossed her legs over mine, we kissed in a kiss that seemed endless, and then she showed her skill: she tightened the walls of her sex with every thrust, milking me. We matched rhythm and let ourselves go, her moaning softly against my ear.

I rolled her onto her side, spooning her, and took her from behind. I turned her face so I could kiss her while my hips slammed against her white ass.

—Like that, keep going, don’t stop —she repeated with every blow.

After that she positioned herself on top of me. She sat down hard and started setting the pace herself, braced on my knees, first slowly and then frantically. I grabbed her hips to push harder.

—Yes, yes, yes… yes! —and she collapsed onto my chest, out of breath. Her first orgasm. I pulled her toward me to kiss her.

I gave her no rest. I wrapped my arms around her and kept pumping hard.

—Wait, kid, don’t be mean! I just came —she complained.

I ignored her. Her breasts were right at mouth level and I latched onto them. When she recovered, she moved on her own again, biting her lips, until a couple of minutes later she came a second time and collapsed on me again.

***

Still flushed, she lay back on her back. I lifted her legs over my elbows, opened her and went all the way in. I started moving hard, feeling us crash together. She was stroking her breasts, her face lost in pleasure.

—Keep going, give me more, keep going —she panted.

I kissed her and she bit my lip. I kept thrusting until I felt the current climb up my back; I arched my body and came inside her in waves. Lorena squeezed again, wanting to wring out the last drop, and I ended up collapsing on top of her.

—Don’t you dare pull out —she said, stroking my hair—. Stay like this.

I nodded. We rested for a few minutes with our tongues still tangled. But her hand was already playing with me again. She slipped under the blankets, got me ready once more and got on all fours, braced against the headboard. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I gave her a few slaps that left pink marks on her white skin and went in all at once. Her ass shook with every blow; she snorted, utterly surrendered.

I tried every variation like that, her face buried in the pillow and my hands dug into her hips. I offered her my fingers to suck and she obeyed. When I saw she was completely ready, I looked through my things for the lubricant and a condom. I put it on, prepared her slowly and leaned in close to her ear.

—Who was the one who christened this?

—It was you, kid. It was you.

Her hand guided me to the entrance and I went in carefully. Lorena relaxed to enjoy it. In that position I felt all of her tightness, the heat squeezing me. Thrust after thrust, she held on, clinging to the pillow, writhing.

—Wait, kid —she said, and turned over.

She offered me her legs over her shoulders. I positioned the tip, brushed her clit first and entered again. She loved that pose. I grabbed her breasts, pulled her nipples and fucked her deep, alternating between hard blows and slow movements. Then she brought both legs to one side, put her feet on my chest, and kept taking everything.

At one point she let go, took the condom off me and guided my cock toward her clit to rub it. Then she steered me back inside her and I leaned in to kiss her while I went in and out hard.

—Yes, yes, give it to me… yes! —she came again.

I let go of her legs, lay over her without pulling out, and kissed her, sucking her breasts while I pumped more gently. Then I tucked her legs up against her chest and hit her without mercy. Her hand went down to her crotch to stimulate herself.

—Keep it up, don’t stop —she begged.

A couple more thrusts and I felt that electric rush up my back again. I came inside her while Lorena tightened and moaned until we reached it together, both of us empty and trembling.

***

We took a quick shower. I told her I’d be getting up at four-thirty to try to get up to the mine, and that if she needed anything she should call Doña Marta. I wrote down the number for her, told her where to have breakfast and where to have lunch.

Before leaving I kissed her. She held me back with one last blowjob.

—I’ll be waiting for you naked and with nothing on top —she said, laughing wickedly.

Luckily, the snow kept the road blocked and we couldn’t go up. I went back to the lodging house mid-morning. The pass stayed closed for three full days. We took advantage of it to walk around a bit, but mostly to lock ourselves in the room. Still, she made one thing clear to me: nothing could happen in the capital. She would come back every three weeks, and it so happened that it matched my shift. Those were four encounters that don’t fade away.

I remembered this whole story because Lorena called me yesterday. She wants to talk to me. Through her brother I found out her husband left her again. I’ll tell you how it goes.