It Happen Around the Gulf of Mexico – English Version – Part 9

Part 9


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The heliport had been set at the bottom of the promenade where our Mayan laborer had cleared a larger strip for the purpose. All was ready to welcome Rick and his other special guest. I presume it was some influential person related to him in some of his business ventures and possibly an expert in Mayan art.

The sun was approaching the zenith, when the familiar noise from the helicopter rotors was heard. When it landed Rick was accompanied by his sister and business partner in the Texana, Claremarie. It was an unexpected surprise for me. I never expected her to venture into the wilderness of a tropical forest, but with her coming showed the fine business-woman she was. She had come over to see for herself what the Mayan City of the Sun could return to the Texana. I was convinced she hadn’t come to the city just to visit me because in the past we have been lovers. She had at her command all the men she wished, and I believed I wasn’t the kind of man she was been used to being with, living comfortable in a large city like London.

I put on my best face for the occasion.

“Welcome to both of you to the City of the Sun.” I said, “I hope you will enjoy what you are going to see. I know there will be some discomfort, particularly for you Claremarie, but you have the privilege of being our first visitors to the city.”

I shook hands with Rick, and kissed Claremarie on both checks. I felt the warm in her, and I was newly captured by her femininity.  She was wearing casual slacks and a white blouse, her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, and her emerald eyes sent a message of desire to me, she was wearing that sexual French perfume, the same as she was using when we met two years earlier. Memories took me back to the night of passion I spent with her in Dallas.

Claremarie, returned my welcome kisses, and smiled back.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten me, Charlie, and you will dedicate some of your spare time to me. I like to see the great work you have done in the last two years. At a first look it seems you have progressed well in resurging this city, considering it was suffocated by the jungle.”

Rick also congratulated me. He was quite anxious to see everything that we had found.

We spent the next couple of days visiting the various buildings that had been cleared and their interest was evident as they documented as much as they could with their video cameras. I kept the visit to the pyramid for last.

On that first evening, after dinner, Claremarie asked me to accompany her on a walk,

“…To see the city at night, and to see how the moon reflects the shadows… Charlie, why don’t you take me to the temple on top of the pyramid? The view at night should be breathtaking from there…”

We walked, and with the winter dry season, the night was quite pleasant, with a gentle breeze coming from the river. We walked slowly, she took my hand and she once more was the temptress she liked to be. She moved close to me, and without warning, passionately kissed me on my lips.

“Have you ever dreamed of making love to me in all this time, Charlie? Have I been in your dreams on your lonely nights?”

Saying so, she raised my hand to her breast. She, kept kissing me, and her sexual desire rapidly was transmitted to me, my hand, still resting on her breast, fell the hardening of her nipples behind the thin material of her blouse. Softly she murmured, “Now please, Charlie”

“Now? Here?”


The side of the promenade was covered with soft vegetation, forming a natural couch where we could lay. She stripped, slipping off her black slacks. She didn’t wear knickers or a bra she was standing naked in front of me, showing the glory of her tan skin.

We were not shy of each other or frantic. What we were doing was inevitable. Making love to Claremarie was natural, both of us wanted it. We knew it would happen since the first moment our eyes met at her arrival. It was an astonishing revelation for us, in this new universe captured under the tropical signs of the stars above us. It was an entirely new experience, exploring our bodies under this immense canopy, lit by luminescent stars, and so far away from her conventional city circle. All was so quiet and peaceful, disturbed only by the nocturnal call from birds, nesting in the forest trees.

I wished we could have rest there for ever, stroking our bodies, looking at each other through our enlarged pupils.

With her husky voice, Claremarie said, “You are such a handsome man, you are so beautiful and I love every part of your body, especially your manhood. You have given me much pleasure tonight, you are not only a good archeologist you are also a wonderful lover.”

When we rose from our natural couch at the side of the forest, I watched her, as she retrieved her black slacks from the ground, shook the dust from them, and put them on.

“We have done it now, but I’m expecting you in my room every night I’m here. Would you take me back to the camp now?”


Published by carlogabbiwriter

Italian born, and living in Australia. I'm writing for the past 15 years in both Italian and English language. I pubblished my first book in USA and it's available with Amazon. I also wrote several long stories which are grouped under the name "A song of Love" and several other works available in my blog in Rosso Venexiano.

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