The Gym Client Who Took Me to the Beach

Carla woke up that Friday with a heavy head and a knot in her chest. It was her last week before definitively closing a chapter, and melancholy was taking its toll. She got up as best she could, stepped into the shower, and let the water run until it was hot, letting the spray wake her up slowly.

Her mouth was dry from the cocktails of the night before. She soaped herself up, rinsed off calmly, and dried herself with the meticulousness of someone who wants to prolong every gesture. She put on an old T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and set out to wander around her city very slowly, trying to hold every corner in her memory.

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

They sat down for a drink in a nearby bar. Both of them were overflowing with emotions they had held in for months.

—I found you a job —Susana said proudly—. Receptionist at a gym close by. I’m sure you’re going to like it.

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

***

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

With the heat practically all year round, it was easy for her to do without a bra. She let the thin fabric mark every curve, and the wind and the looks did the rest. She liked herself, and that confidence weighed more than any garment.

The reception desk job was entertaining. There was never a shortage of people, and among the clientele there were friendly, chatty types. One of them was Ramón, a man a little over fifty, somewhat thickset but well preserved, one of those who attract you more through personality and confidence than through looks. He always had a greeting and a few minutes for her, a gallant from the old days.

Since she had arrived, Carla wasn’t looking for anything serious. She had decided to be free, to enjoy life and her own body without answering to anyone.

That Friday, unusually for him, Ramón was among the last to leave and came over to the counter, leaning his elbows on the wood.

—What is the most beautiful woman on this coast going to do on a full-moon night? —he asked with a smile.

—Well, she’s waiting for some kind gentleman to take pity on her and invite her to dinner on the seafront for some little fried fish —she replied without looking up from the computer.

—Don’t say that twice. I’d be the luckiest man in the village to escort you, with the moon as 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 half past eight.

***

Ramón showed up on time, carrying a bouquet of flowers that left her speechless. Carla put them in a vase, hooked her arm through his, and they went off for a stroll through the streets near the sea. They kicked off their shoes when they stepped onto the sand and walked to one of the beach bars dotted along the shore.

Seated in the breeze, they ordered fish and a bottle of ice-cold white wine. The conversation flowed on its own, without awkward pauses. Minutes turned into hours without either of them noticing. They were two educated people who enjoyed talking.

Carla told him how hard it had been to decide to cross the ocean and leave everything behind. Ramón confessed that he, too, was from distant lands and had once left almost everything behind, although he stayed close to his own.

After dinner they ordered a drink. For her, the next day was a holiday; for him, every day was. The conversation became more intimate. They were both free, both defended that freedom, and they promised each other they would keep enjoying it.

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

With their glasses in hand, they went closer to the shore. The cool air raised goosebumps on her skin and hardened her nipples beneath the fabric. Ramón did not miss it.

—Will you let me hold you and give you a little warmth? —he offered.

—You’re already taking too long. The sea breeze always gets inside me.

Ramón hugged her from behind, pressing his chest to her back. His hands rubbed her arms and his mouth found the neck she was offering him. Carla gave a soft moan when she felt his lips. Slowly, his hands moved up 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, and the idea heated her up. Ramón’s hand unbuttoned the jeans and slipped under the fabric until it touched the skin of her belly. The other was still busy with her breasts, while his mouth traced her neck without hurry.

—How naughty, you’re not wearing anything underneath —he laughed when he noticed the lack of fabric—. What were you hoping for?

The rush had vanished. Time seemed to have stopped. Ramón didn’t stop touching her or kissing her, and Carla writhed against his body, wanting 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 brought her to the edge. Carla spread her legs, leaning against his chest, moaning now without restraint to the rhythm of moon and sea.

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

She searched for Ramón’s mouth and melted into a deep kiss while her whole body shook. It took a few seconds for her to come back from the trembling. She was turned on by being there, in plain sight of anyone who might pass along the shore; it made her feel unique, shameless, alive.

When she caught her breath, she turned around, unbuttoned his pants, and, without letting go of his gaze, mounted him slowly. She felt him enter centimeter by centimeter, opening herself to his passage.

—God, how you fill me up —she murmured against his neck.

She began a slow ride, enjoying every movement. The deserted beach around them, the sound of the waves, the full moon over the water. Carla couldn’t endure that unhurried pace for long. She clung to Ramón’s neck and gave herself over completely, shouting her pleasure to the wind.

—Harder, harder. You’re killing me.

When it was over, she stayed wrapped around him, laughing like a little girl, still trembling.

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

—That was just the appetizer —he replied, kissing her forehead—. I want to enjoy all of you. You’re not going to forget this weekend.

—Do you live far away?

—Ten minutes.

—Then let’s go. We’ll leave the glasses at the beach bar and go to your place.

***

They reached Ramón’s house with a short walk across the sand. As soon as they got inside, Carla hurried up to the bedroom and waited. He followed her, came close, and caressed her whole body while their mouths searched for each other in a long, wet kiss. He took off her clothes one piece at a time until she was naked on the bed.

He knelt between her legs. His tongue ran over her thighs before seeking the center of her pleasure, stroking it with the tip. Carla moaned and took his hands to the back of his neck.

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

Ramón rose for a moment to tend to those 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 asked, breathless.

He gave himself over to the task patiently, licking her slowly, very slowly, reading every shiver of her body. Carla pressed Ramón’s head with her hands, arching on the bed, until an intense orgasm ran through her from head to toe. She curled in on herself, breathing in broken gasps, undone with pleasure.

When she recovered, she was the one who took command. She traveled over him with her mouth in a greedy surrender, gaining ground little by little, while he stroked her hair.

—That’s it, kitty, enjoy it —Ramón panted.

She increased the pace, attentive to every reaction, until she felt he was at the limit. Ramón’s hands held her head, his body tensed, and he emptied himself with a rough groan. Carla, completely on fire, felt herself trembling again at the same time.

She pulled away slowly, a wicked smile on her lips.

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

Ramón kissed her, stroked her whole body, and took his time waking desire in both of them again. He bit her neck, pinched her nipples gently, whispered in her ear what he was going to do to her. Carla discovered a new pleasure, the kind that mixes anticipation with total surrender, the pleasure of knowing that after every wait comes more pleasure.

—You have to fuck me —she demanded, her voice hoarse—. I need it now.

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

—Yes, like that. Harder, don’t stop.

Ramón accelerated without mercy, thrusting with all his strength. She screamed, shook her head from side to side, lost in pleasure, until another orgasm left her collapsing on the mattress, breathing hard and with glassy eyes.

—You earned it —she whispered when she had recovered some breath, offering herself completely.

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

—Don’t stop, like that, just like that.

The rhythm kept climbing. Ramón held her wrists, pressed his chest to her back, and they surrendered together to one last wave that left them powerless. He fell over Carla’s body, both of them panting, tangled and satisfied.

Dawn found them pressed together, exhausted and smiling, with the promise of a weekend neither of them intended to forget.