THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER. My friend Ana told me this story a few years ago. months, knowing her I know it's true. For Ana

THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER. My friend Ana told me this story a few years ago. months, knowing her I know it's true. For Ana the first day of summer was always the better. When she got divorced two years ago, among many other changes in her life, He decided that from then on he would begin his vacation with a week of rest on the beach. Fuerteventura had become the starting point of the three weeks in a row that he left the city and his routine life in the same. He liked the tranquility of the island, the fine sand dune beaches and turquoise sea, the feeling of anonymity and radical change with your life ordinary. It was like a sharp turn in the road, it was about breaking as much as possible. as quickly as possible with the ties of work, of the exhausting day-to-day life, and leave the body and mind detoxified from the contamination of the rest of the year. She was clear about it, she liked to travel alone and even disconnect from her friends: no cell phone or computer, just books and music, and the least contact with the people, better. The hotel had been recommended to him by a friend and he responded what I was looking for: small, with direct access to a beach where only There was a beach bar with an area of hammocks and umbrellas, and with a price high enough to discourage families with children. The The tranquility and silence of the hotel were only broken by the music of the beach bar and the noise of the waves. Many days I didn't talk to anyone, but past the waiters, and this produced an intense relaxation, it was like doing just the opposite of the rest of the year in which for work reasons, the Contact with people had become an obligation that was unable to enjoy. The first day had to be enjoyed, Ana thought, while deciding what swimsuit to wear. I had the same doubt about the choice her charm: frivolizing and wasting time that way made her feel happy In the end she decided on a white bikini, with the minimum of fabric that his modesty allowed, it was the best choice, it would enhance his dark skin and his Mediterranean features. She had looked very pretty in the mirror, not socializing at the hotel didn't mean he didn't like attracting attention. view of the men. Now all that was left was to go down to the beach and follow the routine of the last two years. I always chose an umbrella in the first line that at the beginning of the week he paid the owner of the beach bar, a German in love of the island and that he did not speak with the guests, except for the courtesy phrases that as a businessman he considered he should address to their clients. But this year the beach had a surprise in store for him, the German had decided to hire a manager for the summer season: a young African, very thin, with a penetrating, proud look, straight into the eyes, somewhat challenging. He was not handsome, nor athletic nor did he pretend to be nice, but his way of looking, speaking with his eyes, his self-confidence same, they made him very attractive. Ana approached the young man and with the best of her smiles He asked for an umbrella in the front line and, if possible, away from others. tourists. The young man did not answer her, he grabbed a mat and placed it on his He turned his back and went straight to the first line of umbrellas. One hundred euros for the whole week or twenty a day, were the first words that Ana heard the young man. AND he liked them. His voice was firm, very determined, even defiant. I will pay the hundred euros for the whole week and if you also smile at me I will give you a good tip, it was Ana's response, used to dealing with all kinds of characters in her life professional. The young man didn't even flinch, he turned around and headed to the beach bar. to continue listening to music. The German had left the young man very clear instructions. necessary to try to make the beach bar more profitable. Every hour I had to do a round of the hammocks offering drinks, the idea was that the tourists They consumed as much as possible and, if possible, tropical cocktails, which were the most profitable. When after a while Ana saw the young man approaching I made the decision to change its strategy of the last two years, this summer would relate more to people and the first example would be with the young man from the hammocks. No, thank you very much, I don't want anything to drink, but yes You don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could put cream on my back, the sun of It is very treacherous here. Ana's words had no response from the young, but his gaze spoke for him and shook Ana. When she saw him bend down to take the jar of cream that was in the sand, Ana's body began to tremble, The young man's attractiveness flooded the entire beach. Lie face down and take off your bikini. days later The young man's words would still be written in Ana's mind, she would not be able to delete them. The confidence with which he said them, his firmness, It had left her paralyzed, without the ability to react. He had fulfilled the order, He wasn't able to say no, He had only looked around to see that his hammock neighbors were They were far enough away to understand what was happening and had removed the two pieces of her swimsuit before the inquisitive eyes of the young. The young man, after taking off the thong that covered him, He sat astride Ana's white buttocks and, As if he were painting a canvas with his hands, he began to spread Gently apply the cream on your back. It seemed like he wasn't touching his body, her hands only touched the skin. When Ana felt the young man's cock on his butt, a shiver ran through his entire body, he never thought that the The young man's shamelessness could go so far. As the hands of the young, large and soft, they ran all over his back, Ana noticed how the young man's member showed all its power on her body and This excited her to such an extent that she had to make great efforts not to let out a moan. The young man's hands caressed the neck, the back, the arms, hands while Ana, with eyes closed, I enjoyed it like I didn't remember having done it. When the young man's hands reached They touched the buttocks where other men with less skill had already touched them. made. Ana had already lost control and her expressions of pleasure, even in a soft tone, they harmonized with the music of the beach bar. The young man moved towards back so she could caress Ana's thighs. As she did so, Ana began to slowly opening her legs, offering her sex to the eyes of the young man, little by little, so that both could continue enjoying without rushing. The young man He preferred not to touch where she suggested to him, He got up and with a kiss on the feet he finished the first part of the massage. The young man then asked him to turn turned around and Ana's eyes met hers, it was difficult to know which one Both of us were more excited. The young man's hands covered Ana's breasts and With his fingers he caressed her nipples that were facing the sun. Now sitting on the Ana's sex, the young man touched her lips with the palm of his hand and touched her again. breasts to gently sink his fingers into them. The young man continued running through Ana's body, tenderly going where she wanted. When the hands reached their destination, he penetrated her first with one finger, then with two, entering to the depths of her sex, with his gaze fixed on Ana's eyes, seeing how he was dying of pleasure. I don't know what happened the rest of the week. Let everyone imagine what they want. I don't know if the massages were repeated, yes they made love at night on the beach, or maybe they never saw each other again. Yes I know that Ana has returned to Fuerteventura because yesterday I received a postcard from her with only a phrase: the first day of summer is the best.