The Gym Client Who Took Me to the Beach

Carla woke that Friday with a heavy head and a knot in her chest. It was her last week before definitively closing one chapter of her life, and the melancholy had taken its toll. She got up as best she could, stepped under the shower, and let the water run until it turned hot, allowing the stream to wake her slowly.

Her mouth was dry from the mixed drinks the night before. She soaped herself, rinsed off leisurely, and dried herself with the meticulousness of someone wanting to draw out every gesture. She put on an old T-shirt and jeans, then went out to walk slowly around her city, trying to keep every corner etched in her memory.

That same afternoon she would pack her bags. A long journey would take her across the sea to Manares, a town in southern Spain with broad beaches and white light, where her friend Susana was waiting for her. Their reunion at the bus station was pure emotion: laughter, tears, and an embrace that seemed never to end.

They sat down for a drink at a nearby bar. Both of them were overflowing with emotions they had kept bottled up for months.

“I found you a job,” Susana said proudly. “Receptionist at a gym nearby. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“You think of everything. You have no idea how grateful I am.”

***

Carla’s life became peaceful: work, the beach, work, and home. She liked making the most of the sun, because even at her age she still had a spectacular body, and she knew it. Tanned, not very tall, with firm breasts and a round ass that drew attention without her trying.

With the heat that lasted practically all year, it was easy for her to go without a bra. She let the thin fabric outline every curve, while the wind and the stares did the rest. She liked herself, and that confidence carried more weight than any item of clothing.

The reception job was entertaining. There was never a shortage of people, and among the clientele were friendly, talkative types. One of them was Ramón, a man in his early fifties, somewhat heavyset but well-preserved, the sort who attracted people more through his personality and confidence than his looks. He always had a greeting and a few minutes for her, a gentleman from another era.

Since arriving, Carla hadn’t been looking for anything serious. She had decided to be free, to enjoy life and her own body without having to answer to anyone.

That Friday, unusually for him, Ramón was one of the last to leave and approached the counter, resting his elbows on the wood.

“What will the most beautiful woman on this coast be doing on a full-moon night?” he asked with a smile.

“Well, she’s waiting for some kind gentleman to get up the nerve to invite her to dinner, maybe some little fish by the seaside,” she replied without looking up from the computer.

“Don’t say it twice. I’d be the luckiest man in town to accompany you, with the moon as our witness.”

“You’re such a fool,” Carla laughed.

“I’m serious. I promise you a different kind of night. Good wine, good conversation, and, if we’re lucky, a surprise.”

“Then I’ll take you at your word.”

They exchanged phone numbers and agreed that he would pick her up at eight-thirty.

***

Ramón arrived on time, with a bouquet of flowers that left her speechless. Carla put them in a vase, linked her arm through his, and they went for a walk along the streets near the sea. They took off their shoes when they reached the sand and walked to one of the beach bars scattered along the shore.

Seated in the breeze, they ordered fish and a bottle of well-chilled white wine. Conversation flowed effortlessly, without awkward pauses. Minutes turned into hours without either of them noticing. They were two cultured people who enjoyed talking.

Carla told him how difficult it had been to decide to cross the ocean and leave everything behind. Ramón confessed that he, too, came from distant lands and that he had left almost everything behind at one point, although he had stayed close to his loved ones.

After dinner they ordered a drink. The next day was a holiday for her; for him, every day was. The conversation grew more intimate. They were both free, they both stood up for that freedom, and they promised to keep enjoying it.

At one point during the night, Carla went to the bathroom. As she wiped herself, a mischievous smile spread across her face. She took off her thong and tucked it into her purse, thinking that night might be special. She washed her hands, looked at herself in the mirror, and noticed the gleam in her eyes. That man was making her nervous, and she liked it.

Drinks in hand, they moved closer to the water’s edge. The cool air raised gooseflesh on her skin and stiffened her nipples beneath the fabric. Ramón didn’t miss it.

“Can I hold you and warm you up a little?” he offered.

“You’re taking too long. The sea breeze always gets inside me.”

Ramón hugged her from behind, pressing his chest against her back. His hands rubbed her arms while his mouth sought the neck she offered him. Carla moaned softly when she felt his lips. Slowly, his hands moved upward toward the outline of her breasts.

“That part of you is going to end up in my mouth,” he whispered in her ear.

She said nothing. She knew that was likely to happen, and the thought aroused her. Ramón’s hand undid the buttons of her jeans and slipped beneath the fabric to touch the skin of her belly. His other hand remained occupied with her breasts, while his mouth traveled unhurriedly along her neck.

“What a naughty girl—you’re wearing nothing underneath,” he laughed when he noticed the missing fabric. “What were you hoping to find?”

Their haste had vanished. Time seemed to stand still. Ramón never stopped caressing or kissing her, and Carla writhed against his body, seeking more.

“You’re killing me. Don’t stop,” she panted. “Don’t you dare.”

He played with her for a long while, alternating pressure on her breasts with slow, precise caresses that carried her toward the edge. Carla spread her legs, leaning against his chest, moaning without restraint now to the rhythm of moon and sea.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to come. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

She sought Ramón’s mouth and melted into a deep kiss while her whole body shook. It took her several seconds to come back down from the trembling. Being there, in full view of anyone walking along the shore, excited her; it made her feel unique, shameless, alive.

When she caught her breath, she turned around, undid his trousers, and, without breaking eye contact, slowly mounted him. She felt him enter inch by inch, opening her as he pushed inside.

“God, you fill me so completely,” she murmured against his neck.

She began to ride him slowly, savoring every movement. The deserted beach around them, the sound of the waves, the full moon over the water. Carla couldn’t keep up that leisurely pace for long. She clung to Ramón’s neck and gave herself over completely, crying her pleasure into the wind.

“Harder, harder. You’re killing me.”

When she finished, she stayed wrapped around him, laughing like a child, still trembling.

“Look what you’ve done to me. How am I supposed to walk now?”

“That was only the appetizer,” he replied, kissing her forehead. “I want to enjoy all of you. You won’t forget this weekend.”

“Do you live far away?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Then let’s go. We’ll leave the drinks at the beach bar and head to your place.”

***

They reached Ramón’s house after a short walk along the sand. As soon as they went inside, Carla hurried upstairs to the bedroom and waited. He followed her, came close, and caressed her entire body while their mouths sought each other in a long, wet kiss. He removed her clothes one piece at a time until she lay naked on the bed.

He knelt between her legs. His tongue traveled along her thighs before seeking the center of her pleasure, teasing it with the tip. Carla moaned and brought her hands to the back of his neck.

“Be generous and don’t stop. I love it like this.”

Ramón rose for a moment to attend to the breasts that had obsessed him all night, sucking one while caressing the other. Then he went back down.

“I want to come in your mouth,” she pleaded breathlessly.

He devoted himself to the task patiently, licking her slowly, very slowly, reading every shudder of her body. Carla held Ramón’s head in her hands, arching over the bed, until an intense orgasm swept through her from head to toe. She curled in on herself, breathing unevenly, undone with pleasure.

When she recovered, she was the one to take charge. She explored him with her mouth in greedy devotion, advancing little by little while he stroked her hair.

“That’s it, little pussycat, enjoy it,” Ramón panted.

She increased the pace, attentive to every reaction, until she felt that he was at the limit. Ramón’s hands held her head, his body tensed, and he emptied himself with a hoarse moan. Carla, completely aroused, felt herself tremble again at the same time.

She drew away slowly, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“I came with you in my mouth, you bastard,” she said, amused. “You’ve earned a prize I don’t give just anyone.”

Ramón kissed her, caressed her entire body, and took his time rekindling both their desire. He bit her neck, gently pinched her nipples, and whispered in her ear what he intended to do to her. Carla discovered a new kind of pleasure, the one that mingles anticipation with total surrender—the pleasure of knowing that after every moment of waiting, more pleasure follows.

“You have to fuck me,” she demanded hoarsely. “I need it now.”

He brought her to the edge of the bed, lifted her hips, and entered her slowly, aided by her wetness. Carla clenched the sheets in her fists.

“Yes, like that. Harder, don’t stop.”

Ramón sped up without respite, thrusting with all his desire. She screamed, moving her head from side to side, lost in pleasure, until another orgasm left her collapsed on the mattress, breathing with difficulty and glassy-eyed.

“You’ve earned it,” she whispered when she had recovered some breath, offering herself completely.

He prepared her patiently and carefully, attentive to every one of her gestures. What began with a whimper soon turned into something else. Ramón moved slowly, letting her set the pace, until Carla herself asked him for more.

“Don’t stop, like that, exactly like that.”

The rhythm grew faster. Ramón held her wrists, pressed his chest against her back, and together they surrendered to one final wave that left them without strength. He collapsed onto Carla’s body, both of them panting, tangled together and sated.

Dawn found them clinging to each other, exhausted and smiling, with the promise of a weekend neither of them intended to forget.