A Golden Legend

Chapter 10

 The whole sight was worrying, and Marcelo could not leave his surprise, both by the presence of this sort of militiamen in a conflict-free zone, and the unusual anticipation that Teresa had made of their presence. Vehicles moved away and the sounds of the engines faded out, returning the usual forest noises. They remained in total stillness for several minutes, after which and upon seeing that there were no more events, the young man started the engine again happily without problems, and laboriously receded among the bushes to the road which they were coming through.

“Well” thought Marcelo “when we get to Cancun little Teresa will have to explain me a couple of things”

The conversation continued excitedly, as if nothing had happened, until they came to the outskirts of Cancun. In this way the young couple exchanged experiences, knowledge and even some thoughts of quite intimate nature.

Marcelo had moved out of the hotel in which the Convention he had attended took place, to another much cheaper. He had invited Teresa to occupy a room in it, in order to take a shower and rest; the girl, with no other option at least in the immediate time, had accepted without much problem.

Marcelo stopped the car in front of the hotel, telling Teresa to descend and wait for him in the lobby, while he was going to park the car. When the woman descended he could not help admiring the erect and well-formed girl buttocks.

“ She's really perfect in every sense” he thought.

Already in the hotel lobby, he consulted the Concierge about the availability of a free room for Teresa, receiving a negative response.

“We just received a contingent of Brazilians, and the city is full with tourists.”

“Well” said Marcelo to the girl “you can use my room. If you want, I'm going for a ride while you get a shower.”

“No way; you've been driving for many hours by now and also need rest. We will share your room.”

Upon reaching the room, Teresa asked permission to use the hotel phone to communicate with her family.

“They haven´t received news from me in several days and must be anxious.”

“Hola! It´s Teresa” no answer came on the other side, although loud voices could be heard in the background. Marcelo guessed those were relief cries of family members to hear the voice of the young woman after a period of uncertainty.

“Yes, I'm well... I was assaulted and kidn*pped by armed people, for several hours...No, outside the scare nothing happened to me, but I have run out of money, documents or credit cards. In addition I lost all my camp gear and the clothes I am using are tattered and dirty.”

The conversation lasted a while yet, during which Marcelo went out to the hall to allow a bit of privacy for the woman. When he heard running water of the shower, he decided to go down to the lobby and read some newspapers. None made mention of the disappearance of Teresa. He returned to the room a half-hour later, hit the door with the knuckles, and inside Teresa replied that he could come in.

Entering he saw the girl with a towel knotted around his body, his hair was wet and the curves of her body could be guessed under the cloth. Marcelo could not avoid a fleeting erection.

 “No need. In the archaeological expeditions we not always have privacy. I'm used to moving in the midst of men and women without false modesty while maintaining decorum.”

“And what was the reaction of your family?”Marcelo changed the subject.

“They were very nervous. Apparently some farmers found my camp looted and stirred, and gave alert the authorities. As I had some college papers, they were able to identify me as the camper, and called my family. I spoke with my grandfather; he will send his driver for me tomorrow morning.”

“How long will it take him driving from Mexico DF?”

“He is not going to come by car, but in a private plane” when she saw the expression of surprise in the man´s face she added with a smile not without pride “My grandfather is a man of many resources, even though the plane is not his.”

Teresa approached one of the beds, where she had left her clothes before taking a shower. Indeed, they was a shirt and pants, both made out of rustic fabric, full of tears and dirt when she was thrown from the truck to the ground, and by  wandering through the jungle for about six hours according to her calculations. She shook the shirt in order to remove dust and with the vigorous gesture unwillingly opened the towel that surrounded her torso, exposing briefly her breasts, abdomen and back. The young woman quickly wrapped up again the towel while she blushed. Marcelo suddenly stood up like a spring and for an instant existed between both a current of attraction that they were barely able to master. Without adding anything, Teresa returned to the bathroom with her clothes in hand, leaving the man free alone with his fantasies.

That night Marcelo invited her to dinner in a typical cantina not very far from the hotel, where both tested all kinds of Mexican dishes selected by the female, sprayed by several Margaritas. Marcelo could barely discern if the fire was in his mouth, throat or stomach, and if it was due to alcohol or tacos.

As they returned to the hotel Teresa began to sing boleros and some Mexican melodies, accompanied by the man, who barely knew some parts of the lyrics. Marcelo placed his left arm around the waist of the girl, who willingly accepted the gesture. As they were approaching their destination, the songs ceased while he constricted his embrace bringing both bodies closer, until their hips touched. In front of a public square, Teresa pointed a full moon that stood as a giant coin above the tops of the trees. There they remained in silence, enjoying a few moments in silence in the warm breeze.