Lis and the Fisherman

"You're out of here, bye!" The door of the room is slammed, Lis puts the blue doll in her painted mahogany hair, and she hurries down the long corridor of the hotel, only to hear the sound of her slippers against the porcelain. "Good day to you!" "Good afternoon, ma'am". "Which way is Majumirim Beach?" "Just keep going straight, on the beach the lady will turn left and go on, it's after the Condominio das Antas, you can't go wrong". While the skinny boy speaks, Lis ties up again the beach exit that the wind insists on untying. The brigade. "Just be careful because not many people go to that beach. There are no kiosks or bars there". "I know, I've been told. She walks down the stairs to the resort's pool, the strong sun makes the girl put on her sunglasses. She crosses paths with a lot of tourists: old, young, children, couples of all ages and colors. Many are having their morning coffee, others are going to the beach or the hotel's pools. Before long she begins to walk on the fine sands of the beach, takes off her slippers, and walks more calmly in the direction indicated by the resort attendant. Lis loves the sea, the strong wind buzzing in her ears, the sun burning her skin, the constant noise of the breaking waves. Nice, she thinks, too bad the human being is a bore, a bore indeed. "I should have come alone, that's what I should have done". Fucking life! Speaking out loud. And then if anyone thinks I'm crazy. Babaca! Aennh! 'I'm not going out. I'm not your type.' "Fuck you!" She crosses paths with a couple, they look like strangers, the man red as a pepper and the woman a watery blonde. "Did they get it? And then they got it! Fuck them too! What a bag!" She walks determinedly, her heels sinking into the soft sand, until she begins to walk on the hardest sand, the waters of the sea wetting her feet, the relaxing sound of the waves breaking from time to time. That's great. If I could, I'd live here, the landscape of the coconut trees on the other side, some kiosks with chairs still being erected. Lis is moving away from what's left of civilization, further and further away from the hotel, from the children, from the boring husband, from the fat lover. "I don't even have that much luck. I deserve it!" It's hard to find anyone who's interested in me, but it's just another idiot like Fox, full of nine hours of not touching me, guilt, fresh, two fresh, Fox and Samir, boring! I need a real man, a man with an "H", a hot dick, a... I just want to take a shower, a shower to cool off, to get rid of this sickness. The Ants' Condominium is in the back, the place looks lovely, well, she wanted to stay there, but Fox's hard bread didn't. Lis arrives at the end of the beach, an elbow with some rock formations, bathed by the waves of the sea. She turns around, you can barely see the resort where she came from, there is a gathering of people who look more like ants from so far away, even the Condominio das Antas seems distant. On the other side of the rocks begins a new beach, beautiful, wild, absolutely no one in sight, no bars, houses or any kind of visible construction. A vast expanse of white sand, a blue sea and the wind blowing hard. I just go to the middle and then I come back she thinks adjusting the hat on the bed and the glasses. Decided walk in that paradise without anyone. After almost more than half an hour of walking she stops. Her knees hurt, she feels her mouth dry. She looks around and still sees no one. The high sun burning her skin, must be another nine hours, she deduces. It's very empty in here. "Drugs!" He said. What's the problem with the boys being alone, they're both grown-ups, Vini's going to college, and Cris just wants to know about girlfriends. She feels the waves moistening her feet, a warm, bubbling water. She walks until her knees are wet, she moistens her hands and refreshes her face with them. "Enjoy that water!" Go back to where you left your slippers, look around, nothing, no one, just the wind blowing through your hair. "You know what? He's thinking, he's taking off, he's putting on his glasses, his hat, his slippers, his beach outfit, his bra, his panties... She laughs at the thought of her husband and her idiot lover. "Too willing, there is no one. She runs free, light, loose towards the waves, the feeling of the wind, of the sun, until she is slapped by the foaming waves in the middle of her breasts, sinking completely into the warm waters of that empty beach, of which she alone is the owner, a feeling of freedom, of the purest freshness. He strangles them, feeling the waters, the sun burning their naked skin, the waters bathing their bodies, hardening their beaks, kissing their flesh, the middle of their legs, their thighs. "This is delicious!" She thinks she's laughing. "You're the one who's going to eat me right here, right now!" Dreaming is good, better than fucking, especially with those I've arranged to take me to bed. "Hmmm, this is delicious". I need a really hot, gorgeous brunette with that big dick showing off to me on my face, in my mouth, uuuff! "Have a good time, have a good time, have a good time, have a good time, have a good time, have a good time!" Even bathed in the sea, she feels her muzzle pulsate, sees a dark-skinned man, his hot stick entering her mouth. "This boy, he puts it in, he puts it all in, even his balls, he fills me with shit, he makes me swallow, Hmmm!" Her shameless fingers penetrate her vagina, her furless lips open, the sea bathes her body, and she, an obscene tramp, masturbates while licking the balls of the unknown young man. 'Open your mouth Lis. I want to mock.' A man's hoarse voice with the face of his eldest son's friend. "Zinho, have fun, boy, have fun, oh, what a fucking creamy delicacy, so sweet, so delicious". Your face is blinking, your fingers are in your little hole. "Aaaahh! Come, come! Aaaaaahhh! Fuck! This is it, this is it!" Lis enjoys vibrating, her legs flailing, out of control, a slutty whore floating in the sea, a hot broth trickling from her belly, wetting her fingers, mingling with the waters of Majurimim. "Would that they knew how I am when I go mad". I'm glad no one knows, imagine if my children... I was like, "Wow!" She feels cold, she swallows a little sea water without wanting to. She looks around, she stands up, she stands still. She feels a presence, but there is no one there. Only she and the sea. She sees from afar her clothes piled up on the sand of the beach. All right, all right. He talks loudly to calm himself, he swims aimlessly, floats or tries to catch a jackrabbit, he ends up on the edge of the beach, he is pushed out by the bubbling waves, he passes his hand through his hair, draining the water from the tips, he steps on one foot just to drain the water from his ear. The wind makes the skin shake, the nipples hard from the cold, she gets close to the clothes, the beach exit, her slippers, the hat, pulls her panties and covers herself, everything seems right, she walks around looking enveloped and everything is deserted, except... That's when she notices, they're footprints in a straight line being slowly erased by the waves of the sea. "Who, where?" She turns her body around, a little scared, still doesn't see anyone, but the footprints are recent, big, definitely a man's. Lis dresses hastily to get off the beach, covers herself as best she can, and that's when she notices in the distance a small boat moored in a rock formation. "Guys, that wasn't here!" "No, it wasn't there when I got here!" Her heart almost comes out of her mouth, she looks in the opposite direction and as if by magic a dark man, taller than her, appears as if by magic. The curly hair, the toasted skin, thin, with the muscles of the pectorals worked, the strong arms, the thick thighs springing from a beaten, super-tight shorts. "Do you accept?" "What? No, the brigade". The boy turns the coconut in the direction of his mouth, the water comes down, wetting his face, going down his throat. Lis feels the dry mouth, the taste of salt on his tongue. He regrets. The guy finishes drinking his coconut, in a dry gesture offers another. Almost as if it were an order, she picks the fearful fruit. The brigade. "Bebe, it's very hot and that sun is strong today". That fresh water comes down, moistening Lis's mouth and throat, invigorating, she didn't even know she needed it so much, the cold water gives life to her body, makes Lis less nervous. "Nice. Hmmm. This is delicious". "There's more over there in the coconut trees, come". The boy walks away quickly, she tries to keep up, but he doesn't even run close, he just stops near some bushes, the coconut trees leaning high, like in postcard pictures. The warmth of the beach gives way to a much milder temperature, the wind blowing the leaves. "Is that your boat?" "It is". "I didn't see you arrive". The brunette examines the trunks, swings one coconut tree or another, and it doesn't even look like she's there. "I'm going upstairs. You've got some good ones there". "There, that high?" The boy climbs so fast. Leaning on the soles of his feet, his arms pulling his body. Lis covers her eyes with her hand, amazed at what she sees. Before long the coconuts begin to fall, a dry noise. She moves to the side, seeing the rain of coconuts. Only then does she begin to smell the frying, the juicy aroma. Lis realized she was hungry. She approached until she stood beside a fire. She felt water in her mouth. "Served you?" "Yours? It looks delicious". The boy drew a knife and deftly began to crack open the coconuts. "Here you go". The brigade. He didn't even look at her, it was like she wasn't even there. "What is your name?" "Good for you". "My name is Marília, but everyone knows me as Lis". There was silence again, just the sound of firewood bursting, of fish roasting, as the two sat at a distance from each other and refreshed themselves with coconut water. "When did you get here? Did I not see you?" "You were going into the sea". Lis was sure he'd seen her naked, felt a pinch of shame and a chill in her spine, got scared, but there was nothing she could do at that moment. "It'll be ready in a little while". "Well, that smells good. What did you catch?" He shakes his head in a yes. "You live here?" "Nobody lives here, this beach is no good for fishing, I just come here to... eat and rest". It's deserted here, but it's beautiful. "Dangerous, even more so on a full moon. Benedict offers a slice of the fish, even without her asking him to wet the meat with lemon that she does not know where it came from. "Hmm, that's good. They're both laughing, it's the first time the boy has shown his teeth. "And why on a full moon is it dangerous?" "The sea is full, the beach almost sinks, lots of waves". "But it's not like that today". "No, not this week. It's the week that people who stay in hotels come to date". "Oh, is it?" Lis remembers her floating in the sea, touching herself, thinking of someone making fun of her, of her. "I've already caught two couples climbing here. They didn't even see each other, one at that end, the other there". "Newlyweds, they should be, right?" "I've seen old people climbing too". "What a freak people we are, and you're looking curious?" He laughed, but didn't say anything. He bit another piece of fish and drank the coconut water. "What I saw most were men beating each other". "People!" "It's the most rewarding, especially when you're an old man with a younger man". "Wow, what a bunch of shameless people. "I've seen women too, but few, mostly men with men and some couples". Lis is embarrassed, if he knew what she did, imagine what this boy would think of her, but the fish is great and the coconut water refreshing. "Do you want more?" "Thank you. That's how I get fat". "I think I'm going to take a sea bath". "After you eat, it's bad boy". The young man only shows a smile and stands up. He unbuttones his trousers, leaves them on the floor, stands with an orange thong, so tight that his bent limb stands out. Lis cannot help but be surprised at how the size, even flaccid reminiscent of a snake, the head stands out. The young man with the curly hair, the muscular arms, the tanned skin, shows a suspicious smile. "Are you coming?" Lis puts her legs together, hands on her knees. "After. You can go ahead". Bento laughs, turns his back, sticks his thumbs in the swing and goes down. Lis feels her heart turn to her mouth, eyes wide open. Without a voice, she follows the white bundle of the stranger running towards the sea, until it disappears amid the foaming waves. The sun, the wind, and the boy swimming naked like a dark spot. "That's all I ever wanted. She thinks high as she walks to the edge of the beach. The wind unravels her hair, the sea licks her toes. She takes the exit from the beach, she is only in her underwear. She wants to get rid of everything, but is afraid of someone coming. Married woman, honest, mother, breasts out, feel the hard beaks. "You want to know?" She runs towards the waves, towards Bento, takes a hard blow to her breasts, a broth that moistens her face and hair. She laughed embarrassedly. "Come with me!" She obeys the command, like a curious girl she advances until she is facing the fisherman. "You didn't take it off?" She shakes her head in denial. "You don't know what you're missing". "I know, I've been like this today. "Uhhhuuuh! This is delicious!" The young man stretches himself, floats on the waves, feels a chill in his spine, comes a jolt, the naked body of a boy, the muscles of his thighs, the tangle of a sagging belly and in the middle, bathed by the waves of the sea... Lis hits her arms and legs in a synchronized motion until she's close to the boy again, floating alongside him as if it were the most normal thing in the world, her swimming alongside a naked stranger. Even trying not to look her eyes get stuck on that dark, hard trunk, shamelessly showing themselves to her. "Bento, could you at least"... "What's bothering you?" "Of course I am, I'm married!" "Where's your husband, and why were you crying all alone on a deserted beach?" "Don't say that, don't be indiscreet, and I wasn't doing any of that". Unbeknownst to Lis, nothing is wrapped around Bento's body. "I heard you groan". It's a lie! "I heard you ask"... "Ask what?" Lis is on her knees at the bottom of the sea, the waves swaying the bodies, beating, thundering, she rests her hand on the fisherman's thighs. "I heard you asking to mock in your mouth". "You can't have heard that! I, I didn't say that". The young man stretches out his arms, raises his waist still floating, mine rises, gets higher, he shows himself to her. "I thought you were so hot, talking, whining". "Boy, don't say that, I did not do that". "Kiss me right here". He points to the head of the stick, the veins pulsating, sea drops dripping on the tip. Ugly, indecent, disgusting thing, Lis thinks. "I'm not a whore, I'm not!" "You're very attractive, I think". Lis laughed with scorn, proud of the unexpected compliment. "Nobody thinks I'm pretty, fat, with a belly, those saggy breasts. The rough hand clutches at her breast, the young man bends and a greedy mouth swallows the brown nipple of the married woman. "Aaahhh! Aaannnh! Bento, hmmm!" he said to himself. Lis loves it when her boobs are sucked, crushed and squeezed, she feels an even bigger boner. I can't, my boy! "Suck it like you said at the time. I want to make fun of your mouth". Why would he say that, the scene that he invented comes back to his mind, her floating in the sea and a stranger masturbating above her, that creamy gala going into her mouth, down her throat. Lis's little sketch heats up, she lets herself be carried away by the heat that takes care of her skin, he sucks her breasts and she instinctively holds the young man's stick. A brown trunk, warm and wet, the dark head darker than she's ever seen in other men. "Is that okay?" "Tighten it up, tighten it up". He begs eagerly, she does, squeezes the hot stick, punches as he likes. The stick grows, hardens, it's the right time. Lis leans over, the smell of a horny man on her nose... opens her mouth and passes the hot tip between her lips. I was like, "Aaahh! Hearing the boy groan makes her lose all sense of sin, the thick stick invades her mouth, the sour taste of foreplay on her tongue, the taste of a male about to have an orgasm. The boy groans in excitement. She lets him do what he wants, the young man starts fucking her in the mouth, piercing her throat, instinctively she massages the young man's balls, balls full of gala, a fat, creamy fuck like in a dream. "Wait, boy, let me do it, it's going to be more fun". "Aaahh! Aaaah! Bite, chupaaaah!" and I was like, "Oh, my God! The bites on the tip, the teeth scratching the stretched skin of the member, the boy shivering as she strikes the balls into the bags. "Piranha, this is delicious!" Is that what you like, watching girls playing on the beach, is that why you come here? A gum leaked from the hole in the tip, and Lis stretched out her tongue and licked the salty taste of a beautiful boy. "Have fun, boy, have fun in my"... She didn't have the nerve to finish the sentence, so she just swallowed, swallowed the tasty log again, let it go down her throat, a foreign fuck like obscene. "Holy shit, I'm going to"... Lis felt the hot jet entering her throat, the stick lapping in her mouth, and the boy's fuck mixing with her tongue, the salty taste of a stubborn man. The gala reaching into his stomach, Lis taking the penis out of his mouth, the young man still moaning, and the fuck dripping from his mouth, mingling with the sea. You read it feeling free, light and... whore. "Is that what you wanted, boy?" "That's what you needed, girl". "Kaka, you don't know anything". Lis wiped her face with the back of her hand, threw herself back and swam off aimlessly, affecting the young man. "Hey, where are you going?" "Somewhere, I just want to... hmm, delicious water". "Come here, turn around. It's not safe there!" "Dangerous is you. Dangerous is your stick". "I just did what you wanted!" "Liar, who says that's all I want?" What else? Lis throws water in Bento's eyes, laughs and screams like an enchanted girl. "Then come and get me!"