IN THE HEAT OF AN IRISH TAVERN That afternoon I had such intense grief that it was even difficult for me to believe it I

IN THE HEAT OF AN IRISH TAVERN That afternoon I had such intense grief that it was even difficult for me to believe it It came to me without warning, catching me off guard. It was a sadness in pure state. I realized that I had to remedy it and get rid of it. that sticky feeling, or else I would end up drowning. So I called Sergio. Sergio was the only person in this world capable of power make me smile when my mood was so low. And not because was an incipient psychologist, fresh out of college, but... well, who was one of those eternal suitors: happy, friendly, somewhat melancholic when his weapons of seduction did not have the desired effect on the loved person...and on top of that he was handsome. But with everything, the best, without a doubt, It was that he liked me. I liked him a lot, but things weren't going any further. there. I liked him and that was that. I would call him from time to time, we would go out for a drink and to chat, and then everyone goes home. And so happy (at least I am). when i I called him, he always wanted to meet up, he never objected to me and, nevertheless, When he tried to meet me on his own initiative, I used to refuse. And that, over time, created a somewhat inhospitable atmosphere: Sergio He realized, he understood that I was actually using him. And he waited. He knew how to wait until I gave him signs again. life and to demand his presence in my life again. And I precisely did not have the good sense to call him another day but that January afternoon when it was so cold that not even the dogs could keep standing. I left my house around 8:30 at night to wait for him at my portal and thus prevent my parents from finding out that I was going out with a boy much older than me (at that time I was about 19 years old and he about 26), which they were not exactly happy about. Sergio was gorgeous. He wore a black frock coat that It reached mid-thigh height and black pants with a sweater. high collar and beige color. I was wearing vulgar jeans and a sweater. those who have reindeer drawn on their chest, with gloves and scarf rigor, and a beautiful suede jacket that that night, and due to the rain, He passed away. We greet each other with two chaste kisses on the cheeks and to walk down the street, looking for some place where we can shelter from the cold, something that cost us a lot, because we didn't find any that we liked at all up to quite a few blocks walked. In reality Sergio discovered it, who seemed know that area of the city well. It was a small tavern Irish style, dimly lit and very cozy, completely decorated with wood and with a certain smell of stale beer. It was a perfect place to talk. There was little light and almost no people, and with only two waiters dedicated to playing to the cards at the bar, just at the opposite end of the table where we we installed... that is, we were located at the back of the premises, next to a barred window and through which we could see how it had begun to rain, although more than rain it was pouring. The feeling came over me that It would never clear and that comforted me, since I was in a dry and warm place. I felt very relaxed. And my sudden sadness that day, unlike the rain, yes it began to dissipate from my mind. And also, listening to Sergio speak It was fantastic. We ordered beers from one of the waiters, and we We spend time catching up on our respective lives, smoking non-stop. and listening to some Celtic music group in the background. I must admit that the scene was fantastic. And Sergio looked even more handsome with that light. Little by little We soon got closer to each other with the excuse that it was cold, and We began to lower our voices until our conversation was nothing more than a prolonged whisper. It seemed that getting so close to each other and to speak in whispers, seemed a natural act in that atmosphere. And I think Sergio noticed how little by little I lowered my weapons, getting rid of my self-defense systems that activated every time we were together. However, instead of beginning their eternal tactics and strategy devices, such as the compliments pronounced to half voice, the one with the half smiles and the languid looks and the fleeting touch of the hands and of looking at me in silence, as if memorizing my features or as adoring my anatomy despite the thick clothes, touching my knee with his knee knee under the table... even though I made advances, Sergio didn't do anything. nothing. He just stared at me and talked about how he was doing in his new job. job. And that threw me off. I didn't understand his change of attitude, but it had an effect on me almost immediately, for soon I began to feel how the My blood began to boil in my veins, how desire was burning in me. inside, how his eyes, which were watching me so intently, began to seem like burning brands ready to burn my insides... to feel how my Breathing became deeper and more labored. Then I felt that I couldn't expect much more. I looked at him with pleading eyes, humiliated, and uttered his name plaintively. I wanted that body so much that it would have done what unpronounceable as long as I make it mine. I felt humiliated, because after For so many years refusing to be with him, adopting a cold ice queen pose, Finally, and against my expectations, the day had arrived when Sergio had completely melted, making her desire him violently, until the exhaustion. And he had achieved it precisely when he stopped treating me like a the perfect image of a cold and distant woman that I had imposed on myself. It had managed just when he had looked at me from the front and not on my knees, without make me special distinctions. It was as if the roles had been turned upside down. and now he was the one who had become the king of ice himself. That's why I spoke his name quietly, seized by a passion sickly, "Sergio!", and trembling at the thought of that man making me his. However, he remained impassive, perhaps congratulating himself internally for having managed to provoke the expected reaction in me. "A bitter revenge," I thought. But I am not a woman who is so daunted. easily and decided to take the risk. I leaned towards him and kissed him softly on the lips, noticing for the first time its flavor and texture, allowing my tongue timidly inspect the ins and outs of his mouth. I felt a chill ran down my back when he placed one of his hands on my waist, pressing it with his fingers down, down... then I took off the shoes without stopping kissing him and I got up, separating myself from him, to observe the situation we were in. A group of young people had arrived and were at the table closest to the door the pub and the waiters continued with their card game. There was no one else in the entire place, and of those who were, none of them seemed take a lot of interest in us. The little light was on our side and, furthermore, The end of the bar hid us from the neck down, more or less. Without wasting time, I unbuttoned my jeans. and I freed myself from them before the astonished look of Sergio, who, even having understood my intentions, he didn't give them much credit. However not there was time to go around giving explanations, because they could catch us in any moment and I was too horny to mess around with foolishness. I quietly urged him to drop his pants, but he only He lowered himself the minimum and just enough to take out the considerable cock that was kept in the pants. I remember thinking briefly about how sad the situation was, since It was the first time we made love (if you can call it that) and the way, that Then, it was very far from being ideal, although it was quite exciting... and I also needed to get rid of the fire that was burning my sex. trying to To hide as much as possible, so that they wouldn't discover us, I sat down straddling Sergio. I was well lubricated, so I settled on him, guiding the tip of his penis towards my vagina and feeling how he penetrated me. It was all very exciting to me, but I had a hard time controlling my emotions. nerves. I hugged him and buried my face in his neck, while Sergio He grabbed her waist with both hands, with those huge hands he had, despite his height, and helped me do better, gently pushing me toward up and then let myself fall, at the same time that I contracted the muscles of my vagina to provide you with more pleasure. It was fantastic. Of course, perhaps too quickly, since even Despite how slow my movements were, Sergio immediately came inside of me, filling me with his warm semen and his throbbing member. I continued Hugging him for a while, until we calmed down. I guess the People, seeing us like this, would think that we were just a couple in love and no one It bothered us. I sat up after a while and composed myself a little while Sergio paid for the beers and we left the premises. It was still pouring outside, so we ran to the nearest porch. Sergio asked me if I wanted to go somewhere... like home (he lived with two other boys, all students), but he already It had gotten quite late and I had to go back to my parents' house. HE He offered to accompany me and we walked together without speaking, totally in silence, below the windowsills of buildings to avoid getting soaked by the rain (which we didn't get, by the way). When I arrived at my portal I He confessed that for him it had been the first time that he had "fucked in a public place," and that confession excited me so much that when I went home I discovered that not only my suede jacket had passed away, but also my panties had already They would not be what they were. Over time we repeated the experience, although never in a public place. And the truth is that I'm already missing that one sensation... Aliena del Valle.