The Casino Cougar Was Waiting for Me on the Sand

Good evening. My name is Ramiro, though my friends always called me El Mono. For those who’ve already read anything of mine, you already know that mature women drive me crazy as far back as I can remember, but that doesn’t mean I ignore the rest.

Before I begin, a clarification that helps explain what I write. I live a few hours from half a dozen coastal towns, the kind where people overflow every summer: long beaches, nightlife, no shame, and bodies of every age dressed however they please, without worrying whether the physique can keep up or not.

The nights there are pure chaos. Clubs burst at the seams, cafés fill up with people who care very little about other people’s looks, and every stretch of beach where darkness wins out becomes fertile ground for madness.

Even living so close, it had been more than five years since I’d set foot in those places. Money issues, work, and that age that makes you start avoiding crowds. Until one Friday in January Beto called me, a friend with a nose for every business opportunity.

—Mono, I’m inviting you to Las Toninas for three days —he said without even saying hello—. I’m going to close some deals, buy kitchen equipment, and in the meantime we’ll loaf around a bit.

He told me he was about to open a food place in our city and that several businesses on the coast were closing at the end of January because the season had gone badly for them. His plan was to take advantage of that and buy the equipment at bargain-basement prices.

—I’ve got appointments with six places to look at the stuff, and in the afternoon and at night we’ll dedicate ourselves to checking out women, going out, and not doing anything useful —he finished.

The idea wasn’t bad at all. I had no obligations that week, so I said yes. Monday at eight in the morning Beto honked outside my house. I’d packed just the essentials: swimsuits, T-shirts, a pair of jeans, comfortable shoes, and not much else.

The trip felt short between his plans and his craziness. He’d rented a house near the beach, though a bit far from downtown, and he had several six-packs of beer, meat for the grill, vegetables, and the ever-mandatory bottles of wine in the trunk.

Around ten in the morning we arrived and settled in. A quick spin through town, the classic shopping for bread and firewood, a shower, and the first visit to a shop to appraise the appliances Beto wanted. The whole thing lasted about forty minutes.

—Next appointment’s at one —he said when we came out—. Want to flop on the beach until then?

—Sure —I answered—. There’s nothing better to do.

***

That’s when the string of surprises began. Several of the old businesses had shut their doors; only the strongest ones were left. And the people walking toward the shore were quite a bit older and dressed very differently from the last time I’d been there. The women no longer wore sarongs but mesh dresses that left their tiny swimsuits on full display; the men wore electric-colored shorts.

What hit me hardest was seeing women with very generous bodies, no offense intended, wearing bikinis and tiny thongs, and men with their clothes skin-tight and their beer bellies hanging out, almost on the verge of ridiculous.

Beto looked at me and burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe I was so stunned.

—Relax, Mono. Just wait till the girls come down, they’re practically naked. And another thing: if any older lady likes you, she’ll make a move without beating around the bush.

He knew the whole scene by heart. He traveled there every summer and nothing surprised him anymore. Me, on the other hand, everything was throwing me off.

We rented a day tent at a beach bar. A young guy brought us chairs and adjusted the tarps to block the wind and the sand. Minutes later a girl no older than twenty-five showed up, in a brown bikini so small that with my shorts you could make two complete sets, carrying two cans of beer and a bowl of peanuts.

—Gentlemen, compliments of the house —she said—. For anything you need, I’m Belén and I’m at your service.

She left everything on the table, gave us a perfect view of her ass, and headed back to the beach bar.

—Beto, if the waitress serves almost naked, I don’t even want to imagine what’s coming next —I said.

—You’ll see —he replied—. There’s no shortage of options here, you just have to know how to choose.

Until one o’clock, the parade was endless: sculpted women, curvy girls in minuscule thongs, girls with three triangles covering just what was needed, and men with swimsuits clinging to whatever little or much they were carrying. A full sampler of everything.

***

Close to two, the tent next to ours was taken. A woman in her late sixties in a pink bikini, tanned beyond belief, with sagging skin everywhere. She was accompanied by another woman in her forties, wearing a red thong and a pair of fake tits that looked ready to burst out of the bra. Behind them, two small boys and an older man in shorts and a T-shirt, clearly the older woman’s husband.

They greeted us politely. The man planted an umbrella near the shore, unfolded a lounge chair and settled in to nap while the grandkids played in the wet sand. The two women stayed in the tent, talking about the luck they’d had the previous night at the casino.

Beto didn’t waste a second and asked how it had gone. The older woman described it in great detail while her daughter rubbed lotion on her arms and legs.

—You should try your luck —the lady told us—. Seems like this week they’re giving the money away.

—We’re not really gamblers —Beto replied—. We don’t even know how to do it.

—Tonight we’re going back for revenge, around eleven we’ll be there —she went on.

—Mom, again? —the daughter protested.

—Of course, girl. Your father doesn’t like it, so it’ll just be the two of us.

—And what if you teach us? —Beto tossed out.

—Gladly, if you don’t mind going with an old lady and her daughter.

—Old my ass —he shot back—. A woman with experience.

The lady smiled and her daughter turned red as a tomato. The formal introductions were made and we agreed to meet at the casino. When mother and daughter went off to the water, Beto fixed me with a look.

—Tonight we’re fucking, Mono. The lady’s practically free for the taking, she’ll probably eat it raw at the first hint. The daughter will take a little more work, but once she loosens up you’ll fuck her till you’re sick of it.

—You going to make a move on the mother? —I asked.

—Don’t play innocent. She’s only a few years older than us. Her husband probably hasn’t touched her cunt in ages. And on top of that, they’ve got money.

My laughter must have been heard all the way from the water.

***

We went back to the house at six and met the neighbors: four friends around thirty-five who always spent the summer together, and an older married couple from Córdoba. The four women found out we were going to have a barbecue and joined us on the condition that they be invited; the couple from Córdoba contributed Fernet and soda for the pregame.

We all ate together, laughing and trading jokes, until close to eleven. The older folks went off to rest and the four friends joined the trip to the casino.

—There’s already a choice of women —Beto whispered to me—. Don’t waste the chance.

—I like the lady’s daughter.

—I’m going to feel out the neighbors; maybe a party starts up.

We arrived and ran into mother and daughter. By midnight, the lady had already won quite a few bills, the daughter had lost plenty, Beto and I had covered our expenses, and the neighbors had their pockets full. We went to the bar for a few drinks. The mother excused herself and went back to the house. The daughter, whose name was Carla, wanted revenge, and Beto stayed at the bar with two of the neighbors.

By one, Carla had made back what she’d lost and wanted to leave. I went over to Beto and told him I was taking her home and then I’d come back.

—Go ahead —he said—. These two are pretty drunk, they can barely walk straight. See if you can stick your dick in that bitch while you’re at it, it shows on her face that she’s dying for a good fucking.

Carla was staying in an apartment building facing the sea, and I offered to walk her there. We went down to the beach and walked for a good while. The drinks had hit her hard and she laughed at anything. I suggested we sit in the sand until the buzz wore off a little.

We sat down and she started telling me about her life: separated, living with her parents in the capital, an absent husband who had left her hanging. At one point, like any sentimental drunk, she broke down crying.

I held her and let her unload the alcohol-soaked sobbing.

—At forty-seven I’m disposable —she said through tears—. No one’s interested in me anymore. It’s been months since any man has touched a hair on my head.

With her defenses on the floor, she was easy prey. I dried her tears with my thumb and gave her a short kiss, almost one of consolation. She answered by shoving her tongue down my throat, sucking my mouth with a desperation I hadn’t known she had. She clamped a hand on the back of my neck so I wouldn’t pull away and started biting my lower lip.

***

—Fuck me —she said, her mouth pressed against mine—. Right here, I don’t care where, but fuck me now.

We stood up and I dragged her to a corner behind some lifeguard booths, where the darkness covered everything. I pushed her against the wooden wall and devoured her neck while my hands groped her tits through the dress. I squeezed them hard, the nipples already standing out stiff against the thin fabric, and she arched her back, pressing her cunt against my leg.

I yanked the knot of her dress loose and the garment fell to her waist. Her tits were just right, only slightly sagging, with big brown nipples standing up like two little gummies. I crouched down and filled my mouth with one, sucking it whole, biting her nipple with my teeth until she moaned softly. I ran my tongue around it, in circles, and then moved to the other while with my fingers I twisted the nipple I’d left free.

—Oh, fuck —she panted—. Suck them hard, harder, nobody’s touched them like this in so long.

I pulled her dress and thong all the way down, and she was left naked against the wood, barely lit by the distant glow of the boardwalk. I knelt in the sand and spread her legs. Her pussy was almost completely shaved, with a thin strip of dark hair up top, and it was already glistening wet before I touched her.

I drove my tongue between her lips and she jolted, grabbing my hair with both hands. I licked her slowly, from bottom to top, tasting her thick juices, until I reached the clit. There I stayed, sucking it, wrapping it with my lips, shaking it with the tip of my tongue while I slipped two fingers inside and moved them in circles.

—Oh, Mono, like that, eat my cunt, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m going to come —she begged, moving her pelvis against my face.

I grabbed her ass, squeezed hard, and buried my face against her pussy. I sucked her clit hungrily, tugging at it with my lips, while I shoved the two fingers all the way in, bumping them against that spongey spot inside. A little later she came in my mouth with a shudder that shook her legs, and she had to bite her fist to keep from screaming. I kept licking her as it passed, taking every last drop that came out of her.

—Now it’s your turn —she said, breathless, and dropped to her knees in front of me.

She opened my pants with a grab, pulled down my boxer briefs, and my dick sprang up hard, pointing at her face. She took it with both hands, looked at it for a second as if she couldn’t believe the size, and took the whole thing into her mouth without preamble. I let out a groan and laid my hand on her head while she started sucking me hard, moving up and down, sucking me to the base and pulling me out with a wet sound that was killing me.

She ran her tongue over my glans, licked my balls one by one, taking them into her mouth, and then swallowed my cock whole again. Drool ran down her chin and she didn’t care at all. With one hand she jerked me while she sucked the tip, and with the other she was touching her cunt below, never taking her eyes off me from down there with those shining eyes.

—What a delicious cock, fuck —she murmured between sucks—. I’m going to drain it all.

—Not yet —I told her, tugging her hair so she’d stand up—. First I’m going to put it in you.

I spread her dress and skirt over the sand and laid her back there, face up. I lifted her legs, spread them wide, and got between them. I ran the tip of my dick up and down the line of her cunt, wetting myself with her juices, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

—Put it in already, don’t make me beg.

I drove it in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt, and Carla arched her back with a long moan. She was unbelievably tight inside, as if no one really had opened her in months. I held still for a second, feeling her walls pulse around my cock, and then I started moving, first slowly, pulling almost all the way out and plunging back in, and then faster, slamming into her hard against the sand.

I squeezed her tits while I fucked her, pinched her nipples, and she lifted her hips to take all of me each time. I could hear her panting right by my ear, asking for more, and I gave it to her: I drove my dick in to the balls, with short, hard thrusts that made her tits tremble to the rhythm.

—Come on, Mono, fuck me harder, break me apart —she begged—. Deeper, deeper.

At one point she shoved at my chest and turned me over until she was on top. She sat down on my cock and slowly lowered herself, closing her eyes as it sank in. Once she had it all the way inside, she stayed there, moving her hips in small circles, feeling it all the way to the bottom.

—You fill me so well —she whispered—. It’s been so long since I had it this deep.

She started moving like she was making up for all the lost time. She rode me with her hands braced on my chest, her head thrown back, her tits bouncing in rhythm, her hair falling in a wild mess over her face. She speared herself on me hard, faster and faster, and I held her hips to drive it deeper every time she came down.

The sand got everywhere and neither of us cared. She sucked two fingers and took them to her ass, touching herself outside while she kept moving on top of me. She slid them in slowly, and I saw her close her eyes and bite her lip, with my cock inside her cunt and fingers in her ass, riding like it was the last time.

—Oh, oh, oh, I’m coming again, Mono, I’m coming, don’t stop —she started yelling.

I grabbed her by the hips, held her tight, and started fucking up into her, hammering her with everything I had, my cock going in and out of her soaked cunt with a splashing sound that mixed with the sound of the sea. She came with a long shiver that ran through her whole body, clamping down around me with contractions that almost made me come too.

She collapsed against my chest, gasping, her forehead pressed to mine and my hard cock still buried to the hilt.

—Come on, finish wherever you want —she told me—. However you like.

I turned her over again, put her on all fours facing the sea, and knelt behind her. I saw her ass lifted, the cheeks smeared with sand and her cunt all open and red, dripping. I shoved my cock in with one push and she pressed her forehead against the dress to muffle the cry. I grabbed her hair, pulling it back, and started fucking her the way she deserved, seriously, without mercy, with my pelvis slamming against her ass on every thrust.

—Come on, come on, fuck me like a whore —she panted, shoving her ass back against my cock—. Break me, break me.

I slapped one cheek and it was left marked white in the dark. I slapped her again, harder, and a rough moan escaped her. I fucked her with everything, feeling my load climbing up inside me, and when I couldn’t hold out any longer I yanked out and came all over her ass, her back, her hair, thick hot ropes falling all over her while I let out a long groan.

I stayed kneeling behind her, shaking out the last traces of cum over her buttocks while she breathed in short gasps against the sand. I ran the tip of my cock along the line of her ass, still smeared, and pushed my release into her skin with my fingers.

—Fuck —Carla said, turning over and lying on her back, panting, semen shining on her body—. It’s been more than half a year since anyone fucked me like that. It would’ve been better in a bed, but at least I’m leaving calmer.

She cleaned herself up as best she could with a tissue from her bag, got her clothes back in place, and asked me to walk her to the building. We walked a couple more blocks in silence, with the sound of the sea in the background and our skin still sticky.

—Thank you for tonight —she told me at the door, then stood on tiptoe to give me one last kiss, long, with her tongue still tasting like me—. We’re not going to see each other again, but I loved it.

And she disappeared toward the elevator.

***

I went back to the casino and ran into Beto, who was coming out with two of the neighbors.

—Give me a couple of hours —he told me—. If the outside light is off, I’m already alone.

I played a few more chips and had one last drink before heading back to the house. The light was still on, so I stayed outside smoking a cigarette. A while later the other two neighbors showed up.

—Neighbor, did they leave you out on the street? —one laughed—. Come on, we’ll have some mate until you can get in.

That’s how it went. Between mates I found out those two were a couple, and that the other women had joined the trip at the last minute. They knew what was going on inside with Beto, so they’d killed time walking around the beach. They never hinted at anything else, and neither did I.

When Beto’s lovers came out, the round was over and I was finally able to go in. I fell asleep right away, with sand still stuck to my skin and Carla’s smell still on my hands.

I woke up after noon. But what happened on the second day is for another installment of this trip.