It was already filling up with the red faced glowing loud voiced tourists. All wanting service.... now! He grinned, admiring himself in the cafe window. "Sharp," he thought, "White shirt, jacket and Levi's. Should impress anyone looking for a good time. These English women were always impressed with the 'swarthy good looks of the men.' At least that's how the brochure had described him in the photograph the agent had arranged for the tour company last month. If that was so then this season should be an exciting one as much for me as it will be for them!" The tourists looked more appealing, although there was, he reassured himself, plenty of time to find someone who would be interesting, more pliable than the woman he'd taken home the day before. She'd drunk deep from the bar. Had made him spend a good deal of his table credit on wine and bread and for what? Perhaps she had been satisfied but he? He glanced at himself again. "Surely these English women could see what he had to offer? Why else would he get the shop to tighten his jeans.. the baggy shapeless things the English men wore didn't show them off to any advantage. Surely they noticed these things? Or were they all as short-sighted as yesterday's woman? Once he'd taken off her glasses she'd hadn't been able to see a thing. She hadn't even noticed when he'd helped himself to those few extra pounds from her purse. She probably will know by now. But then she deserved it. Getting up before him . had crept out, gone back to her own hotel, before he'd properly woken up. Damn the woman. Those few extra minutes in the early morning, stroking her nipples, kissing her feet and then up the inside of her leg would have , should have meant, an even more pleasant day for them both - with her being oh so eager to pay the bills as he showed her all there was to show about being Portuguese. And now, here he was looking again for pleasure." He smiled, admiring the way his teeth, white at a distance, shone so sincerely from his olive skin. He slung is jacket over his shoulder , it looked so casual that way... James Bond, and began the slow walk through the tables towards the bar. He caught the barman's eye, nodded and grinned as the bottle was placed on the bar for him. The tourists got louder, exclaiming over the boats, the old houses, the sherry, the.... he shrugged. They never changed. "Always the same", he thought, "But then what did they know about living in Aveiro? They came to enjoy the sun, the Atlantic surf and the temptations of a foreign place....I know their thinking no one knows them .. away from home and what harm is there in a little fling? For me there is nothing... merely the hope that one of the sunburnt, briefly dressed women would take me away from the tables, this little cafe, to the pleasures of London or better still the Americas..." He stopped mid thought, mid way through raising the bottle to his lips, and stared at the two women who'd just entered the cafe.
They were tourists but different from the pink glowing florals of the usual talkers he usually found in the cafe. These two had
a roughness, an edge about them that marked them off , made them a challenge. He could sense the tightening in his groin, the
stress across his shoulders, he always felt when the time was right. He dropped the bottle behind the bar, ran his fingers
through his hair, flashed himself a smile in the window and began his move to their table.
"Evening ladies. A pleasure to serve you. Welcome to Aveiro."
"Thanks," the darker woman said, "The Coromandel doesn't have anything like this. Does it Jen? This is great. The fishing
boats on the beach, the narrow streets, the houses. It's a dream."
He bent to wipe the table with his cloth. "Where abouts was the Coromandel? Never heard of that place." He thought.
"These women can't be English. Their voices had a sharpness that wasn't like the voices of the other tourists in the cafe."
"Nothing like this at Wollongong either. Yes it's certainly perfect."
"Definitely not English. Names like that hadn't been used by any other tourist women around Aveiro." He decided.
"If they were a real long way from home these women could be worth working on." He thought, "After all the chance to
enjoy real love-making in Aveiro would make the evening worth while."
As he wiped the table he could easily admire the shorter blonde one, "God has anyone told her that her breasts a like
peaches, soft with that blush of gold, so tender that one wants to caress them with one's lips before nibbling the skin,
letting the .." He broke off the thought before his gaze could be seen. "You ladies would like a drink? A wine perhaps?
Something stronger?" His hands stroked the front of this thighs, wiping the damp away. He watched the taller woman. She
seemed more assured, more at home in the afternoon heat. "Those eyes." He allowed himself to catch her eye, daring her to
speak. "What fire in those eyes. I could dive into those. Mmmm the pleasure of waking in the morning and kissing those eyes
awake. The flicker of the eyelids, the soft brush of the lashes on his lips..." He was getting ahead of himself. "Ladies. You
would like something to eat, perhaps?" He brushed an imagined crumb from the table.
The afternoon faded into evening. The two women drank and ate their way into the gold-red of the sunset. Their talk, as he served them, was a promise... "Those pants. ... You see how tight they are?....Not hiding anything is he?" He knew they were impressed. Those baggy things the tourist men wore held no promise to women such as these. He knew these women would be his answer. "You see his eyes? Dark, penetrating..."
"Penetrating!" . He knew all about penetrating. He stroked her cheek, feeling the soft woman's down against his finger, tilted her chin towards him, bent and kissed her lips blush-red beneath his. He let the tip of his tongue lick against her lips, easing them apart, stroking along her teeth, reaching for her tongue, pushing onto her palate, feeling her tongue pushing against his, curling, stroking. He shuddered in anticipation.
"The Ladies would like more?" He allowed his fingers to flick against the blonde one's shoulder. Her skin was warm, hot almost. He could feel the passion deep within her welling up and into his fingers.
The dark one looked up at him. "More?" She seemed confused. "More? Of course we'd like more. We're having such a great time. Yes we'd like more."
His fingers could do more. Gently, almost apologetically, they slipped the zip down her back, allowing her dress to slide over her shoulders to her waist. His hands cupped her breasts. His fingers stroked her nipples. Their roses blushed at him. He bent and kissed them, plucking them in his lips. Her fingers played along his neck, twisted through his hair and gently, oh so gently, pulled his mouth down over her breast so his tongue could tease the nipple tighter. She sighed.
"The blonde ones were often the quietest until you got them into bed and then you knew what love was like. Eve must have been a blonde." He thought, "At least that's how the paintings in the local church showed her. With her long hair covering her breasts and her hands modestly hiding herself from Adam, standing in the bushes, watching. If only Adam knew what he was letting us all in on.... what a man."
"What else have you got?" The dark woman tapped his back. He straightened. Turned to her.
"A lot more. What do you want from me?" He allowed his hand to walk its way along her leg. To flick the edge of her dress. She didn't move. The dress edged its way up her thighs. His fingers stroked the inside of her leg. She didn't push his hand away. She smiled at him. He moved higher to brush the lace of her knickers with his thumb. He could feel her bush as he rubbed his hand, his fingers around her thigh. She tensed, tightened her legs against his hand, trapping him there for a brief moment, enough for him to move his lips from her opening lips to her knees and begin the slow sensuous lick of his tongue along her thigh upwards towards her ....
"Whatever it was we had before...... could we have more of that.... please?" Her voice pleaded with him. He smiled to himself. It was always the same, as soon as he began his work on them ,they melted, became his to do with as he wanted. No one else had the same success. In all of Aveiro he was the best.
He rolled over to kiss the darkened lids of the blonde's eyes. His fingers resumed their gentle stroking of the curves of her hips. To slowly ease her legs open with his knees. He could feel her body move towards him. To welcome his presence. He could feel himself grow with the urgency of the moment. Her eyes flickered open, widened in surprised pleasure.
"Ohhhh it's sooo big! I've not had one as big as that since... since I don't know when..... oh you're soo generous!" Her tongue, pink and moist, lapped over the cream. He sighed with the pleasure he'd brought her. Her lips closed over the cone drawing the last of the cream into her mouth. She ran her tongue around her lips taking the last of the cream from her lips.
The dark one stood. It was over. They were going. The blonde smiled at him. Her teeth were even, white framed by the deep pink of her lips. "Thank you," she said, "Thank you for such a wonderful time. We had such fun today. I'm sure that we'd love to do it again. Wouldn't we?" She grinned archly at the dark one who smiled back with her eyes.
"Yes. We would. It's been great. Perhaps tomorrow we'll try another place?"
The blonde picked up her camera. "Why not? "
They were slipping away from him. He could feel the urgency rising in him. "You come with me tonight. I'll how you what loving is all about. I can make love to you in ways you can only dream of!" He ran after them as they eased their way through the tables towards the street. "I, Juan Sanchez, can make love so many ways that all women are happy. Come with me tonight I can show you love....." His hands curved to show his love.
The women turned. The blonde swung her camera upwards. It's slow arc coming closer to him. He dropped his hands. "Nooooo! I do make proper love. Love you tourists always want..." He doubled over as the camera ended its arc. "I've loved you all afternoon. Let us make real love tonight.... please!" Tears crept down his face.
" Let you make love to me!" spat the dark one, "I wouldn't let someone like you near me. Christ who are you trying to impress with those tight trousers? Yourself?"
Juan looked up at her. The blonde laughed. "Wonder what he's been thinking all afternoon.? He's been around our table all the time...The way he looked at me while I ate that ice cream. You'd have thought it was him I was licking."
The women disappeared into the alleyways. Crouched by the table, Juan cried after them: "Come back. Come back. You ladies .... I show you proper love......I know all the ways to love!"