I am a busy man, often too busy for the things that should matter most to me. Things like family, friends and lovers. It’s not that I’m throwing my time away on empty pursuits, no, my work is important and satisfying. What I do makes a difference in lives but there is so much more to life than work. I knew that, but not until one special night did I begin to embrace the wisdom of it.
“Juan, you are too busy. You’re going to be sorry someday that all you did was work.” MaMa said as she took out her anger on the chicken she was stuffing with rice and pineapple.
MaMa is an outspoken woman and the men in her life would never have wanted it any other way. Her scolding brought back memories of PaPa when he worked too hard at his practice, seeing too many patients, spending too little time at home.
Is that perhaps why he died much too young? I mused as I grabbed MaMa around her ample waist and gave her wrinkled cheek a kiss.
“Gracios Juan, but go find something to do, I’m busy and your brother will be here in an hour for a good meal.”
Oh yes, my baby brother; the one MaMa holds on to as if her life depends on making him happy. At times her mother hen attitude makes me glad that I’m the oldest son!
“Then I will go find something to do and I’ll eat something while I’m out. Don’t wait up for me Mama. I plan to spend the whole night, not working.”
It was only a short distance to the beach so that’s where I headed. Sunset on the beach, my favorite time and place. The sea breeze was balmy and just strong enough. I pulled the cord from my longish, black hair and let it rise and fall with the wind. This was no time or place for a shirt so I stripped it off and pulled the edge of it through my belt.
Now this was how a man should live, walking the white sand with the sound of waves in his ears, with a bare chest and his hair blowing free in a soft breeze.
I thought about the one I loved and lost, the way we would walk the sand hand in hand, talking about everything or nothing at all. The way her long hair would whip around her bare shoulders and wrap around her slender neck. I imagined her voice, her scent, her taste. The way she would lay her hand against my chest or dip her finger just beneath the waist of my pants, intimate gestures that drove me insane with wanting her. I remembered how sunset would slip into twilight and we would lay on top of my shirt on the sand as night covered us and we made love until dawn’s light streaked the horizon over the sea. I thought of her, as I always seem to return to thoughts of her when I walk the beach. I whispered her name into the wind and made once again the same promise, “I will never forget.”
“Hello,” A voice behind me called above the noise of the waves.
I turned around to look into the most soulful eyes. An unusual color, one I hadn’t seen before, were they green, hazel, aqua? Her eyes captured me so completely that for a moment I failed to notice anything else about the woman who had greeted me. That failure on my part was, however, short lived. She was much shorter than me, as most women are. She wasn’t the skinny super model type. Her body was voluptuous with stunning curves that were obvious beneath her black bathing suit top and long, sheer skirt. She held her sandals in her hand and her toes with their red painted nails peeked out at me from the sand that surrounded them. Her hair was brown with glints of copper. She wore it in a sloppy bun. Loose tendrils whipped around her beautiful face, a face no longer unlined by age. A mature woman, the kind of woman a mature man can appreciate. As she stepped closer I could smell her perfume, a mixture of woodsy musk. It took my breath away, not because it was too strong but because it was so sensual.
"I’m so sorry to bother you but the wind took my hat and you’re standing on it. My name is Solstice,” she said as she held out her hand to shake mine.
"It’s I who am sorry for standing on your hat. I kissed the back of her offered hand and picked up the wide brimmed straw hat to give to her. Her cheeks flushed with a blush.
“American? Not used to hand kissing huh? I’m Juan and I do have big feet so I hope your hat isn’t crushed. Are you here on vacation or have you decided to move to my island? I hope you decided to stay because it will break my heart when you leave.”
“Yes, on vacation. No, not used to hand kissing and Juan, you know what they say about big feet!”
Now it was my turn to blush a bit. She was a bold woman, and I like bold women. Sensual, sexy, unafraid to show it or to joke about the things some women are too uptight to mention.
"Si, Senorita and I assure you what they say is certifiably so!”
Our mutual laughter drifted out into the fading light.
"Solstice, what an unusual name. I’ve never known anyone with that name.”
"My parents were part of the hippie movement in the early sixties. I guess that era produced some really original names.”
“Well it’s very beautiful, like the lady who wears it.”
“Juan, you are a charmer. Are you trying to seduce me? Because if you aren’t I’ll be truly disappointed.”
Her eyes gazed into mine with a boldness a man seldom sees in a woman’s eyes and then I knew it was true . I was trying to seduce her but she was doing a much better job of seducing me. Feeling I had no choice, I answered truthfully.
“Yes, I am and I hope you feel some attraction for me because before this night is over I want to hold you close to me. Kiss you all over, touch and taste that gorgeous body in ways no man ever has before. Yes, Sweet One, I am trying to seduce you and if you are trying to seduce me it will be an easy job because I am notoriously weak when faced with the desire of a beautiful, hot woman. Say yes and make this a night for both of us to remember.”
“Will you whisper to me in Spanish while we make love? Will you hold me through the night and kiss my eyelids open at dawn?”
“I am your servant, Beautiful Lady. This night I will live only for your pleasure.”
“I have a home nearby, a king-sized brass bed. Champagne in the refrigerator. I have a hot tub on a private balcony. Would you like to come home with me? I promise to give you your every desire.”
“No,” she whispered in my ear as her fingers strayed just barely below the waistline of my jeans.
She stood on tip toe and we kissed deeply, passionately as her full breasts pressed against my chest. Her kiss was sweet and as I pushed my tongue into her mouth hers welcomed it with a rumba of love. It was a long time before we pulled away to catch our breath and then she said,
“No I don’t want to go home with you. I want no clocks, no phone, no pager. I want to make love here, on the sand, as soon as it gets dark, slowly, perfectly. And Juan, I’m a liberated woman. You’ll find I’m open to whatever explorations our hands and lips may lead us into.”
Night would soon follow twilight and while we anxiously waited we walked the beach hand in hand, talking about everything and nothing at all. It seemed as if I had known her for years. Some of the things she said seemed so familiar and then as we talked about life and love she quoted a poem to me. It was as if my whole mind lit up with recognition!
“I know you, yes I do, so don’t bother to deny it. I know you, I’ve known you long before tonight. I know only one woman who can write such poetry as you quoted. Did you read it somewhere. No, I don’t think so, I think you wrote it. Did you and do you know me too? Did you come here to find me or did we just happen to stumble into each other?”
“Yes you know me Juan, and I know you. I knew you the minute I saw you and you kissed my hand. We’ve been sharing the depths of our hearts through our poetry for a long time on a writer’s internet forum. No I didn’t come here to find you, this is a big island and I don’t even know your real name or where you live. I came here because I love the sand, the sky, the serenity and mysticism of the ocean. I came here to renew my spirit to be alone with my meditations and instead I found….you.
“No Sweet One, we found each other,” I said as I spread my shirt on the soft silver sand.
Night had fallen, a blanket of privacy for lovers. Only the moon was witness to our passion. We laid down on the sand as my lips once again claimed hers in the deepest and most intimate of kisses. My hands cradled the roundness of her breasts as my lips trailed fire across her arms and shoulders. I was as hard as I had ever been as our bodies pressed tightly together. My finger slipped her top off and my tongue pleasured her breasts until I felt her writhing beneath me. Her soft thighs opened wide as first my fingers then my tongue found and cherished the center of her wet desire.
“I know what you want, what you need,” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes, no doubt you do, just as I understand your desires too, since I’ve read all about them! Oh Juan, I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long but haven’t dared to hope it would happen,” she moaned as her hand found my zipper and released the beast behind it.
“Life has its bombshells, passion has its little surprises too. This night is just one of them.”
I took her then, for the first time. She was more than ready as her hips gyrated and her moans filled the night. Pulling her up and over onto her knees and hands I covered her from behind, like a stallion, proving to her that the big feet myth was reality. We spent that night in ecstasy, making love again and again. Creating poetry with our souls and bodies while contemplating if this should only be a vacation.
I whispered to her in Spanish as I held her all night and kissed her eyelids open just before dawn. No clock, no phone, no pager.