Weekend in Guanajuato I remember, as if it were yesterday, the day you invited me, by email, to spend a weekend with you

Weekend in Guanajuato I remember, as if it were yesterday, the day you invited me, by email, to spend a weekend with you in Guanajuato. So That invitation was as distant and as enormously unrealizable as it was broad. It was the distance that separated us between Spain and Mexico. And yet one year passed, with its 365 days and nights and when that morning I told you that I had the tickets to Mexico, you let out a cry of joy and contained emotion that It made me shudder. Then everything happened very quickly. The plane trip, the meeting at the airport, kisses, hugs, the first night with you. Despite all the desire that we had been accumulating in all the time we had known each other That first night we just slept together, hugging and happy, without need for nothing more than to feel together with each other. The next day we got up early. The coach to Guanajuato passed early in the morning and a long trip awaited us. It was the end of October, and like every year for more than 3 decades, Guanajuato celebrated the International Cervantino Festival, one of the most important Latin American cultural expressions because in said festival artists from all over the world took place. Theater, dance, painting, music, cinema, etc, were the activities that were carried out in this beautiful town for more 4 weeks in a row. You had been there last year. You loved it, and you made me love it too just with the description you made of the places and performances visited. That day the idea began to take shape that finally this weekend took place with my visit, spending a whole weekend week in Guanajuato and enjoy all its charms together. We spent the first hours of the bus trip sleeping or talking about our things. Despite having regular contact by mail email we had so many things to tell each other that sometimes we both We spoke at the same time and interrupted each other involuntarily. However, everything is I fixed it with a smile of yours. You were so pretty that I still don't understand how I could contain the desire to make you mine. As the morning progressed, people became more animated. The The conversations were getting louder and even some groups of boys They sang trendy songs. After having lunch at a service station and have a few beers the atmosphere was clearly taking on a festive spirit and The first innocent jokes and laughter were followed by more risque ones. and when the laughter was already beginning to be scandalous and the people were already walking The songs began very animatedly. Several boys from the bus had brought They took their guitars with them and accepted requests from other passengers. So, we could go from a ranchera to a rock song without the difference being noticeable. excessively noticeable. You started singing too and I looked at you and admired you. your serene beauty. Then you noticed my look and started laughing. That song, yes, that song was When we arrived in Guanajuato it was Saturday afternoon. We had traveled for more than 7 hours by coach but we both knew that it would be worth it. As soon as they got off the bus, people dispersed around the different streets and squares from which came all kinds of suggestive sounds. You took my hand and we started walking through the streets. The atmosphere was fantastic. People walked back and forth enjoying the performances. outdoors: plays, typical dances from very distant countries, groups of music of all possible styles, food and drink stalls, shows fireworks, etc, etc, etc. The people were very friendly. Everyone invited you to take this or that thing, everyone smiled and without wanting to, you were impregnated with that festive and in a certain way carnivalesque atmosphere. We arrived at the pension where we were going to stay that evening. A simple but cozy building very much in keeping with the spirit of the place. We left the few things we had brought for the trip there and continued visiting Guanajuato. Now we will go visit one of your countrymen. 'You said smiling. I wasn't surprised at all that you said that since the place was packed with people. people from all over the world, Colombians, Peruvians, Germans, Japanese, Italians and of course Spanish. We wander from here to there avoiding the music groups that were performing outdoors and shortly after entering Sopeña Street I understood what you wanted to tell me about visiting a countryman Next to us stood the effigy of Miguel de Cervantes, the prodigious author of Don Quixote de la Mancha, emblematic character of Guanajuato. Then we also visited the iconographic museum of Don Quixote, one of the most important in this matter. When we left there the sun was beginning to set and sitting on a bench in the closet square we admired that magical moment in the that the splendid sun has no choice but to yield to the beauty of the moon. Then we went back towards the Plaza de los Ángeles and from there We arrived at Kiss Alley. It was a very narrow alley, no more than 70 cm. Wide with some steps at the entrance. Its name - you said - is due to the legend of two lovers at whose families forbade them to see each other and they met clandestinely in those balconies. The father Doña Ana, the name of the lover, discovered her daughter at the moment of kissing Don Carlos and he killed her right there. It is said that the couples who They kiss on the third step and are guaranteed seven years of happiness. Seconds later our lips met in a kiss. passionate. My hands went around your back while you clung to my neck. with desperation. For a few seconds our joined bodies were one and our sexes woke up from their slumber. It was only a few seconds, but enough for the desire to return to me again, this time multiplied by thousand and I know that you warned it. Again, walking through the streets I felt happy in your company. The brief dalliance on the kissing street had whet our appetites and We look for a restaurant to have dinner before returning to the streets again. busy and where there was more atmosphere. We passed through the plaza del baratillo, which had a spectacular cast metal fountain with fish sculpted in it. the base. A light breeze began to rise, carrying the echoes of the live performances, now somewhat distant. The square was silent if not by the incessant sound of the water from the fountain. Make a wish - you told me - I looked into your eyes. It has already been fulfilled, I said. We had dinner at a place whose name was as suggestive as the food they offered us. The garden of miracles was called and in truth it was For me all that was like a small miracle. Being there, with you, enjoying that beautiful town was undoubtedly something out of the ordinary. Dinner was endless provocations on your part. either Did you think I wasn't noticing? Even the way you flirted with The waiter was exciting and provocative. In a way it was like a gift for my ego. It was like saying to the world: "Look, come to this delicious woman here, well, tonight she will be mine, she will give herself body and soul. soul to me and I will be the lucky one who will enjoy it." After dinner we returned to the area with the greatest atmosphere. In the most of the musical groups were on the esplanade of the alhóndiga and it was there where we spend most of our time. That was barbaric. everyone was going very into drinking and smoking but it was all laughter, there were no bad vibes, everything The world shared drinks and some grass with the people next to them. The groups were so close to each other that they almost overlapped. you could be listening to a metal rock band and less than 30 meters away you find a salsa group or with some mariachis. When passing by a group that was making music Caribbean, the singer approached us and took you out in the middle of the square dance with him. At first it seemed funny to me because you got flushed with shame but you immediately picked up the rhythm and danced to the sound of music with grace and ease. Just seeing you move your hips could unleash a man the wildest instincts. But soon it stopped seeming funny to me and I started to feel a little jealous. That mulatto clung so much to your body that even more That dancing seemed like he was putting his hand on you. Just when it was decided to bring you back to me, he left you and went for another girl in the audience. I'm I'm sure you noticed my unfriendly face when you arrived next to me, but a couple of dancing in front of me and a little peck and I felt good again. Little by little, and almost without wanting to, we moved away from the more strident and crowded area and we went to see somewhat more shows minority but equally beautiful. Thus we arrive at the square where find the Juárez theater. You told me that you loved the atmosphere there square with many tall trees and some musicians playing slow pieces. That, together with the magnificent spectacle that was contemplating the full moon and a sky Clean and starry, it gave that square a very romantic and bohemian appearance. I I took her hand and we approached where other couples were dancing very grabbed. We did the same and I lost count of the times we we kiss I had you by the waist and I attracted you more and more to me until That we were so close that I could feel your heartbeat in my chest. You felt me too, of that I'm sure, because at that time the desire was already unstoppable and irrepressible. I don't know how long we were there, no. less than an hour, without separating for a single moment. Then the music stopped and people began to parade. It was 3 in the morning but we didn't want to give up. the day is still over. We sat on one of the benches that even few minutes had been occupied by the public. Better said I sat in the bench because you sat on my lap in front of me. are you having a good time? you asked- Can it be bad being with you? Silly, I say if you liked the city, if it was worth coming here from so far away. Then like Mark Anthony I started singing to you It was worth it and You laughed at me and told me I was drunk. I started to tickle you but soon my actions stopped of being so innocent and I let my hand go towards your breasts, at the beginning of casually, then intentionally and finally it was you who unbuttoned several buttons on the blouse so he could caress you better. I placed my hands on your breasts while we kissed again for the umpteenth time. I spent a few seconds like that, just covering your breasts with my hands, trying to record that magnificent feeling in my brain so I can play it later when you weren't by my side. Then my hands They went into the blouse and lifted one cup of the bra to free one of your breasts. I looked at it and it was beautiful. Suntanned, with a small and delicate little nipple that wanted to look at the sky and with a perfume so pleasant and sensual that made you want to eat it. I licked it, I wanted to taste it, I needed impregnate myself with you to the maximum and while my tongue played with your nipple one of my hands advanced dangerously along your thighs, sneaking under the skirt that was so It suited you well. Every once in a while someone would pass by a few meters from us. but that no longer mattered to us, in our reality there were no longer even the concerts nor the people, nor the music nor the drums, just you and me and the sensations that awakened in us the discovery of the other's body. My fingers reached your panties. Just at that moment you You spread your legs a little further to facilitate exploration. my fingers They reached the elastic and once inside it was not difficult at all to reach the thickness of your black forest. He had reached the place most desired by many. men, your intimate lips, and they oozed heat and moisture for me and that was fantastic. I separated them slightly and searched for your clitoris eagerly. A moan from you He told me that he had found it. We better get back to the boarding house before things get worse. go further or they will arrest us for public scandal. I didn't feel like moving from there at all, and even less now that I had found happiness but you were right, as always, and After putting our clothes back together we walked towards the pension. It was a short journey, but it seemed endless to me. We took advantage of every dark alley, every doorway to touch and kiss each other. like teenagers. Finally we arrived at our room. Strangely, with The security that the intimacy of those four walls gave us was lost. part of the spontaneity and morbidity that we had felt on the bench of that square. We undress each other, without rushing and delighting in the sensual vision of our half-naked bodies. Then under the covers Our bodies coupled together as they had long desired. At first everything was hot and wild. I moved above you with desperation, trying to prolong the inevitable as much as possible, giving yourself time to that you will enjoy it too. Then passion gave way to tenderness and came the time for caresses and kisses. I kissed your whole body, manufacturing in your skin a suit of saliva that went from your feet to your neck. I can't deny that in certain areas of your body I made an extra effort to please you, and given the way you moaned I think I succeeded. I must recognize that you were not far behind and your lips were so tasty, and your tongue so naughty, that I lost count of the times I wished I wasn't ringing. After several hours of good sex we were exhausted and We fell asleep and hugged each other. When we woke up the next morning it was already after 3 p.m. We made love again, this time in the shower, and after Getting dressed we went down to eat something. The streets remained just as we had them. left the night before. Music, voices, people shouting, laughter, alcohol, It seemed like nothing had changed except for us, who were no longer tired and eager if not radiant and relaxed. We still had 4 hours before the return bus left. We take advantage of them by visiting the rest of the city we had not yet seen. Of everything we saw that afternoon, important buildings, museums and squares, the one that impressed us the most was the square of peace, the most important in Guanajuato since colonial times and in which We spent our last moments of that wonderful weekend.