He was an ordinary man. He passed through the crowd,
without arousing any feeling. Every day he went from his house to work and vice
versa. There was nothing that made him smile. His life had become a string of
truncated dreams, monotony was his horizon.
Pablo had married Matilde twenty years ago. From that
union were born three loves. They were Paul's eyes but they became Matilda's
life. Everything in his house changed. The care was transferred, only and
exclusively for the children. On those sleepless nights, Paul would turn and
begin to caress his wife knowing that he was ready to make her feel the heat of
a man but she would take his hand away and turn asleep. Pablo, many times it
was necessary to resort to that old technique to relieve the desire that he had
to feel it and thus leave all its source within his bowels. Only
that night would not be.
The next morning Matilde said nothing and went into
the chores of her house and her children. So the years went by and Paul had
devised a way of self-satisfaction. He never stopped trying with Matilde, but
there were other reasons why "No". One night they were the headaches,
others the menstruation, the child requires my presence and stop counting. It
had become an impossible mission. He was very much in love with his wife and
for that, he also justified her.
So it was passing time and already Pablo and Matilde
were not, like woman and man to make love. Both were aging, he with his
yearning and her with the decision to be a housewife and nothing else.
For the world they were the perfect marriage. They
were never heard to argue, they were always seen with the family and of course,
for society, Paul had never betrayed Matilde. As I said the "Perfect
Marriage" Only the procession went inside and without knowing it about to
explode.
One afternoon, when Pablo was leaving work, the boss
asked him to stay an hour longer to finish a sales analysis that they had to
present the next day at the partners meeting. For Pablo it was a routine, there
was no reason to run to go home, total would not find anything different from
the everyday.
Already in his sixties, despite his age, life had been
benevolent with him and kept in very good condition. He liked to run from time
to time to de-stress and went every Saturday to the park and there he ran for
three hours straight.
That day he left work at nine o'clock at night. He
went to the train station and found it quite and alone. It was not unusual for
him to be at that hour on the train. There were few people waiting on the train
platform. He had brought some of the work that was to be completed by the next
day. It was said, I go to read it on the train while I travel and when I get
home I make the corrections that I will need.
In the distance the train whistled, announcing its
arrival. He opened his doors and was alone. The other passengers embarked in
different places of the tren so that he had alone. Better, he told himself, so
they do not interrupt me and I work a little
The train came out of the station between metal
squeaks and wobble of the wagon where he was traveling.
He looked for his glasses and read the document he was
carrying. The distance between her work and her home was about two hour.
Immersed in the papers, he did not notice that a young woman in her
mid-twenties had slipped into the place where he was. Suddenly hears her voice,
and when drops the paper she meets a beautiful young woman, white as snow, her
hair in the color of a sunset. His dark eyes were on him as he played with a
piece of hair, which made him nervous and not knowing where to look. He decided
to go back to what he was doing. Suddenly he felt her hands touching his leg
and releasing the leaves he saw and was and saw her kneeling between her
knees. What are you doing, he asks. She
just moved her hands between her thighs. Pablo was not able to shout or say
something higher than a "No" do not do it, No, do not continue but
she did not stop seeing him in the eyes caught the belt and was slowly
unbuttoning. Pablo felt that he was covered by an electric force and that his
voice came out more and more, but he always repeated "No, do not do
it" "Stop please" his voice was not heard. The woman was already
lowering the closure. There was no one in that car, apart from them. No one saw
what was happening. The train movement added more to the sense of pleasure that
was growing in Paul. His eyes could not believe what was happening to him and
even what he was feeling. He had always thought, since Matilde did not want to
make love to him, in what they had married, he imagined that he was dead of
sensations and at that moment his body was a bunch of them.
His hands were thin, with long, hot fingers. With all
the skill that has made that move, he took his penis and brought it to his
mouth. She wanted to scream but she could not, the sensations rising and
falling on her body. Every sucking was an indescribable delight. Pablo squirmed
in the seat, , each time his mouth went up and down. So they stayed for a few
minutes and as a woman understood what she did she climbed to the hips of Pablo
and penetrating herself she rode him like a mad rider. He at last gave himself
up to the facts and took her by her buttocks and forced her to feel him deeper
and deeper. It was already that man who had once been and responded as only he
knew how to do it. They were minutes of delirium and desire. She took his hands
and made him touch her beautiful breasts, they were not so big but very firm.
Already the madness could not be stopped, he made it several times before
reaching his destination.
There were no farewells or words, only each one took
his way as if nothing had ever happened, but for Paul they had been the most
exquisite hours he had ever felt. The Paul returning home was another man. When
he arrived and greeted Matilde, she noticed something strange. He looked at it
without knowing what was different, he turned around and said to himself,
"These are things of mine," that old man is going to have, but more
and more years of age.
Pablo did not eat that night, got into the bathroom
and remained there smelling his clothes that still had the smell of that girl.
Without understanding, just sniffing and remembering made the blood run faster
and made him want to be, again, inside that beautiful woman. He bathed and lay
down if he said words to his wife. That night he dreamed of that train car and
with hands that caressed him making him to end again that morning and leaving
the mark of his sin on the sheets.
Paul's life was no longer the same. She understood
that despite her years she could make a woman happy. He tried again with
Matilde and changed the routine of looking for it but it was useless, and
Matilde, that woman he fell in love with had died, instead a dry and bitter
woman reigned. The following week he began to leave work late, with the only
hope of meeting, again, with that pretty woman. But it was useless she never
saw her again. He became a ghost who wandered the train wagons at night with
the only hope of finding the woman with the hot fingers.
Carmen Pacheco
lasculpasylamuertedelamorii@hotmail.com
@ Eroticism10
October 8, 2017
