That Sort of Girl

Matteo

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I saw the place.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Puerto Montoya, a beach front west of Marcelo. The bright moonlight shone over the beauty around me.

"It's beautiful!"

I was in awe while going down the carved stone steps. I went down a hill while staring at the white waves howl as it hurled itself to the shore. The scenery gave me the comfort I've been craving for.

"Do you like it?" Matteo asked.

His thick black hair matched his tan skin all over. His medium body build went with his 5'10" height. His square- face complimented the muscular body. He looked like he came out from a cover of a men's magazine.

I nodded. "Nice place you have here."

Upon landing, we walked to a wooden path that led us to a cottage.

"That's the rest house," he pointed to where we're going.

He took my hand and led the way. Both of us were wearing white shorts and rubber slippers. He was wearing a printed polo and I was wearing a red halter topped with a loose white over-blouse. I carried my overnight bag with my other hand.

We stopped at the door and he opened it with his key. I looked around and saw a wooden stairs near the door going down the sand. A foot bath stands near the landing.

"Come in," I heard Matteo saying. He turned on the lights as we entered the house.

"How nice," I said upon seeing the cozy living room with large windows, pieces of furniture made of different kinds of wood. "You must have saved a lot of money to buy this."

"It's worth the investment," he said as he put his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my right shoulder. "Now, we're all alone," he whispered to my ear.

I placed my right hand on his right cheek and looked at him. "Thanks for this wonderful evening, Matteo."

"You don't have to thank me yet. We still have until Sunday to experience this place, my love."

He made me turn to face him and hugged me.

I hugged him back and savored the comfort of his arms. Then I saw the kitchen at the far end corner which reminded me, "We'd better prepare supper. We haven't eaten yet."

I pushed him to release myself from his embrace.

"Oh, yes," he remembered. "I'd better get the food and other groceries from the car. You may start checking out the kitchen."

Matteo decided to set the dinner table at the patio overlooking the beach. He turned on a gas lamp and placed it at the center of our table.

I prepared a simple vegetable salad, chicken consomme, tuna pasta, and toasted bread. It took me about an hour or so to prepare all those.

He popped the champagne bottle open upon starting dinner. We sat side by side, enjoying the food, the wine, and the ocean view and sound.

After dinner, we walked towards the beach. I carried my slippers and soaked my feet on the water as we walked on the shore. Matteo held my other hand as we walked together under the moonlight. The waves are getting stronger as the time for the high tide approaches in a few hours. I wished this moment would freeze in time.

SOMETHING INSIDE ME WANTED TO GET FREE. I closed my eyes as I took a shower. I touched my body, imagined that my hands were Matteo's. As the water flowed down my body, the feel of warmth made me long for something I haven't felt for some time. I stayed under the shower for a few more minutes gathering all the feelings I've kept inside.

After the shower, I slipped into my malong, a tubular piece of cloth worn by Muslims living in Cimitarra, south of Marcelo. I tied a knot in front just above my breasts to secure it. When I went out of the bathroom, I saw Matteo lying on bed, smiling at me. Could he guess if I'm wearing something underneath?

Soft background music filled the room with old love songs from his CD player. I took out a comb from my bag and sat at the side of the bed. I combed my hair waiting for something I was longing for. I felt Matteo's hand by my waist as he tried to pull me to lie down beside him. So I placed the comb by the side table and turned off the lamp.

I lay down on bed, smiled at him and put my hands on his shoulders. He threw his leg over mine as his warm hand searched underneath the cloth I'm wearing. I continued to smile at him, trying to control myself.

He already knew I had nothing on underneath. So he undid the knot I tied with his other hand. He pulled it down to expose my pointed breasts that have been longing for his touch. His right hand held my left breast and sucked it, while his other hand stroked me down there.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to breathe, loving his multitasking. I let go of my limbs, submitted myself to his desires.

He pulled up the lower part of the malong and bent down to kiss me there. I opened up my legs apart for him. His hot lips searched and explored, his tongue probed and licked, his mouth sucked my world. I opened my mouth to breathe out soft moans of pleasure trying not to come too soon. He did not stop until I came. Then he took off his pajamas, put my legs apart and put it up on his shoulders as he thrust and inserted his manhood inside me.

At first, he moved back and forth in slow motion, savoring each action. He bent over and sucked each of my breast one at a time then kissed me on the lips. I used my arms and legs to lock him inside me. Then he got up, put my legs on his shoulders, and moved faster, and faster, so fast that I could hear the slapping of our bodies. My breathing followed his rhythm, and together we moaned in harmony until we reached heaven.