I lit another cigarette and looked up at the clouds that were gathering behind me. I figured I had about an hour left to fish until I had to pack up my gear and get going. Not that I had anything against rain. In Panama, the rain is warm and nice. I had laundry hanging outside, and I didn’t want that to get wet again.
The fishing had sucked. One tiny Snapper for the whole three hours I had been on the beach. But who was I to complain? No fish beats an office anytime. I was just about to reel in my bait when I heard a voice behind me.
“Excuse me, do you speak English?”
I turned around, and a young woman was standing there. She was in her late 20s or early 30s. She had short brown hair under a hat, black Lycra shorts, and a T-shirt. There were two dogs behind her, which I didn’t like. Dogs on the beach should be wearing a leash.
“Yes?”
She held out a tiny and flimsy-looking fishing combo towards me. “I just bought this for 13 dollars. Can you help me set it up?”
I took the combo from her and had a closer look. It was a toy, more or less, not apt for the fishing she wanted to do. I also noted the reel was broken.
“Do you have the receipt? You need to go and change it, it’s broken. Look.”
I pointed out the broken part, and her face dropped. “Oh, I was so much looking forward to fishing, I have never done it before.”
No shit, I thought, but said. “Well, if you pull out some line, at least you can swing the line into the water and maybe get a bite.” Fat chance of that happening, I knew, but I felt sorry for her.
“Can I use chicken as bait?”
“Yes, you can.”
She bent down and pulled out a pack of chicken breast from her backpack. Something was off with this girl, I thought to myself. Someone normal would have placed a few chicken bits into a zip lock bag. Anyway, she put the chicken on the hook and walked down to the water. I watched her while she tried to use the combo, but it was a doomed exercise. After a while, she came back to me, and her face was even more disappointed than before.
“Can I have a cigarette? I only have a bit of weed, and I don’t want to smoke it right now.”
“Right, yeah, it's much better to save it until later,” I said and handed her a cigarette from my pack, and gave her a light.
“What’s your name?” she asked, looking out at the Pacific Ocean.
“Mike, you?”
“Manijel.”
She saw the confusion on my face and said, “Like peanut butter and jelly.” When that didn’t make me get it, she continued. “Mani is peanut in Spanish.”
“Right, I get it.” I wondered if she tasted like peanut and jelly. To give you an idea of what she looked like, imagine a girl living in a trailer park. She had that ‘I will fuck you for a beer’ look to her, and I wondered if she would. I hadn’t had sex in a while and needed some of that soft, juicy pussy.
“How long is that rod?” she said and pointed.
“It’s 12 feet and the other is 8 feet.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “You sure like long rods, so do I.”
At first, I didn’t get it, and went on a short explanation of why it was beneficial to use a long rod on the beach. She just looked at me and nodded and smiled. Then I got it.
Trying to be funny and referring to her rod, I said, “It seems you like shorter and thinner rods.”
She stubbed out her cigarette and looked around for a bin to put it in, but there weren’t any around. “Put it in my bag, you will see mine,” I said.
When she came back, she said, “I like long rods as well.”
“I don’t think you can handle one. Try that one,” I said and pointed at my 12-foot rod.
She grabbed the handle, and her fingers didn’t reach around it but left about half an inch between them. “You see, way too big for you.” I had a hard time holding back a laugh.
She grabbed the rod with her other hand, so she was holding it with both hands. “When it’s this big, I prefer to hold it with both hands. It’s much nicer and easier.”
I burst out and slapped my leg. “You are so funny, Manijel.”
She let go of the rod and said with a tilted head. “Let’s talk about your rod.”
“You just tried it.”
She nodded toward my crotch. “I mean that rod.”
I knew I was blushing. This girl was coming on hard.
“Well, no one has complained so far, at least not to my face.”
She called her dogs back, who had wandered off into the distance, and they came running back. “What if, and this is just an idea. What if you come back to my place? We can have a few beers, relax, and then I can check on your rod.”
Fuck me, I thought. This was crazy. “Yeah, sure, no problem. Let me get my gear.”
“I live in that building. I will wait for you in the lobby. While you get your things together, I’ll buy the beer,” she said, and pointed to one of the condo buildings.
She turned around, picked up her rod and her backpack, and began walking towards the path that led up from the beach with her dogs behind her. I watched her ass and licked my lips. That was one firm trailer trash ass.
She was waiting for me in the lobby when I arrived, and we took the elevator up to the tenth floor. She had a studio with a view over the mountains. It had a bed that stood on four concrete blocks, the kitchen was overflowing with dirty dishes, and an empty pizza box lay by the bed.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to clean,” she said while undressing.
When she pulled her top off, her boobs were larger than I had first thought, with dark nipples. I was about to touch one when she stopped me. “No, shower first, c’mon.”
I have a dad body, not much to be proud of, but it is what it is. She didn’t seem to care because when I was naked, she took my hand and pulled me into the small shower cubicle. We hardly fit, but I didn’t care. I had a naked woman’s body against mine, which is always nice. She turned on the water, and I squealed.
“Fuck, that’s cold.”
“No hot water, but don’t worry, it’s good for you.”
She grabbed the soap and began to wash me, slowly and gently, and when she reached my cock she stopped.
“Oh, you do have a big rod, I like it.”
I was hoping for a blowjob, but she gave the soap to me so I could wash her. When we were done, she took me to her bed where she lay me down on my back. She opened a drawer in a desk pushed up against the wall, where there was also a laptop.
“It’s important to be safe,” she said, and between her fingers hung a condom wrapper.
She straddled me and put the condom on the floor, and then began to suck my cock. She was one of those women who do it with gusto. No licking the tip and the shaft. She went all porno on me. All the way down, so she was gagging, and her saliva was flowing from her mouth. I hadn’t had a blowjob like that in years. Then she grabbed my dick with one hand and used the other to put the condom on. When she was done, she moved forward and then slowly sank down, and my dick entered her warm and wet pussy.
“Mm, that feels so good,” I moaned.
“Yeah, you like my pussy? What about this?”
I laughed as her pussy muscles began to squeeze my shaft. She did it a few more times before she began to ride me. First slowly and then faster, her nails digging into my chest.
“Ay, ay, give it to me, fuck my pussy,” she moaned
I met her every thrust, and when I thought I couldn’t hold back anymore, she stopped. “Come, get up.”
I did what she asked, and she went over to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Far below us, people were walking to and from the minimarket or the bus stop. She placed both her hands against the window, widened her stance a bit, and then pushed her ass out.
I knew what she wanted, so I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her pussy from behind and began to fuck her as hard as I could.
It didn’t take long before her moans began to become louder, and she thrust back against me, and then we came, almost at the same time.
“Oh fuck, Mike, that was good, just what I needed. If you don’t mind, could you grab your clothes and your gear? I need to go and meet a few friends.
I usually enjoy a bit of cuddling after fucking because it often leads to another round, but her voice told me it was time to leave. I did what she asked, and when I was ready to go, she was already in the shower, so I couldn’t say goodbye.
Out on the street, the rain began to fall, big heavy drops, and by the time I got home, I was soaked and my laundry as well. Not that I cared, I had had a lot of fun.
