El Paso - Ronnie Wachuka

I dared not repeat my greeting to Estelle, so I was going to have to wing it.

Moving to her and taking her hand, I introduced myself; "I'm Paul, or better yet, JP. You have to be Gabriela. I remember your face from your wedding pictures. You were no doubt named for your great grandmother. I see God has blessed your house yet again. If it's a girl I hope she inherits the beauty of your mother, sister, and you. If it's a boy, may he inherit all that you love in his father."

I think the sound from the sofa was a snort, but I couldn't be sure.

Cecelia finally took charge as a matriarch should, and in a true matriarchal tone asked the big question:

"Girls: Why are you here?"

I swear both of the daughters blushed before Estelle finally answered, in a little girls voice; "Mother, you're going away for several weeks and you've never been away from your grandkids for that long before. Besides, we wanted to make sure you got off to a safe start, so Sis and I decided we'd come over and make sure everything is packed. Tomorrow morning we'll fix breakfast and you can have a great relaxed start on your trip."

The translation to all of the above was, " we know this man is a chain saw killer or at least a triple axe murderer. We'll check his luggage to make sure there's no chain saws or axes in his luggage."

I wasn't exactly sure what Cecelia's response was. It might have been a chortle, a giggle, or a snort because I was having a hard time trying to keep myself from breaking out into a belly-rippin' laugh.

Finally Cecilia broke the silence with a request, "JP, why don't you gather up the luggage while I feed these poor starvin' children? My daughters will show where the various bags go."

While Grammaw spoiled the kids with ice cream and strawberries, I lugged the various bags to their final destination; the girls in the South Room, the boys in North rooms on the second floor, with Estelle and Gabriela occupying the other two rooms.

Pleadin' natures call I stepped into the head to relieve my suffering.

With the door closed I leaned over and smacked my head on the wall, uttering; "dumb son o' a bitch, plan A ain't worked worth a shit, sure hope plan B works better."

That night was a sad frustrating night in my lonely bed.

9. The Quest Gets Side-tracked

The delightful smell of food cooking brought me awake the next morning. After a quick cleanup, I headed to the kitchen to see if I could mooch a cup of coffee.

Gabriela saw me coming, poured a cup, and set it on the table with a smile as she informed me; "Mother says you take it black."

I thanked her and sat down to watch the two sisters busily preparing a mountain of food. Thinking about the four adults and five children to feed, I figured it might not be enough.

I Suddenly felt a soft touch on my shoulder. Looking up I beheld a most beautiful sight: Cecelia was standing next to me with her hand on my shoulder. The woman was dressed for comfortable travel, wearing a loose pale green sleeveless blouse and black slacks. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and I could smell a soft hint of Lilac. She looked and smelled great. What more could you ask for to begin the day?

She softly asked me; "sleep well?" This was said with a definite smirk on her lips.

Picking up a cup, she filled it with coffee, and sat down next to me. We chatted idly for a few minutes while watching the breakfast preparations, when she rose to announce that she'd get the kids dressed for breakfast.

That left me to my own devices for the time being. I was on my second cup, and had answered several questions from the girls, when I heard the thundering herd in full flight down the stairs.

Cecelia was busy shooing them into the kitchen while Gabriela set up some card tables and opened folding chairs for the brood. Looked like this was a well rehearsed event as the kids seemed to know what seat was theirs. Pretty soon they were all busy eating and the adults were too.

The girls cleaned things up as Cecelia and I packed the bags into the van.

It took about another hour to get underway what with all the hugs and kisses that Grammaw had to bestow on the grandkids and her two daughters.

Finally Cecelia climbed behind the wheel and we were off to a chorus of goodbyes and hand waving.

I was right about one thing; If I'd tried to get us on I-10 there's no telling where we'd have ended up. Cecelia made it look easy.

We followed I-10 until the turn off for I-20, which got us heading generally north east. At Odessa we stopped, gassed up, and swapped drivers.

During the drive the conversation had been general about our past and present lives; kind of a continuation of our long phone conversations.

After we'd turned onto I-20 some of our former flirting began. At this point Cecelia asked me to call her by her nickname. I said I'd be honored but I was willing to bet I could guess what it was.

She smiled and said, "alright smarty, give it a try."

I said; "it's easy. CeeCee. But is it just CC the letters, or Ce Ce with two e's?"

Laughingly she said: "Just the letters CC. When I was young I had trouble pronouncing Cecelia so everyone called me CC and it stuck."

"So why were you bustin' my chops about JP when you go by CC?"

This brought a laugh. Damn, her laugh sounded great.

Now it was getting time to fish or cut bait, and I was nervous about what her reaction would be.

Finally I came out with it:

"CC, we've still got a lot of miles ahead of us. If we drive through it'll be dark and we'll be beat. What ya think about stopping for the night in . . . say, Abilene?"

Her response was most welcome:

Reaching over to stroke my arm she smiled and answered; "JP, I think that's a lovely idea."

Now I had to tell her what might be the breaker on the deal: "I rented two adjoining rooms at the Elegante. If you have a different idea, I'm open to suggestions."

Her laughing reply made my day; "JP you old rogue, I love it. The Elegante it is."

A little later she turned towards me with a query: "JP, I know we spent many evenings talking on the phone, and you'd finish the night with your brandy and pipe. I haven't seen you smoke it, why?"

"Didn't want to smell up your house or van."

"Nonsense. I smoke a cigarette once in awhile. Please light up. I want to smell what your smoking."

I dutifully packed my pipe with tobacco and lit it.

In a few minutes she smiled, and asked; "I love the smell. What's the brand of the tobacco?"

I told her that I mixed several different brands to get the taste and smell I like.

Touching my shoulder she smiled and told me; "don't change it. I love the smell."

Hot damn! I wished we'd get to the motel soon.

The sun was slowly making its descent behind the Texas hills when we pulled into the Elegante's parking lot.

As we entered the lobby I noticed she was carrying a small travel case and a dress bag. I smiled to myself because I was reasonably sure that if I hadn't made the reservations she would've suggested an overnight stop herself.

On our way to our rooms she asked me to give her about fifteen minutes before we went to dinner.

That gave me time to get the wine I'd had put in the room into the 'fridge to cool.

I gave her fifteen minutes and ten seconds before I knocked on the door that adjoined our rooms.

When she opened the door I found myself staring in wonder: She was now wearing a sleeveless pretty pale yellow summer frock with a sort of scoop neck that showed a lot of cleavage. The upper part of the dress was tightly showing off an alluring figure. At the hips it flared out slightly, falling gracefully to end just above her nylon clad knees. Her feet were encased in black pumps with perhaps a one inch heel.

She'd fixed her hair into some sort of bun, applied some lipstick, and all this in fifteen minutes. Amazing!

Turning around she laughingly said, "Zip me up sailor, if you remember how."

Zip her up? I wanted nothing more then to take that dress and pull it off of her.

As I reached for the zipper I got the full effect of the perfume she'd been wearing last night.

I couldn't help myself. As I finished with the zipper I placed my arms around her waist and softly kissed the back of her neck.

I heard her intake of breath and felt a slight shudder in her body. She turned around, placed her arms around my neck, and stroked it with her finger tips as her soft lips touched mine.

Giggling, she stepped back out of reach and in a soft regretful voice murmured: "Honey, anymore of that and we're not going anywhere except to bed. I don't know about you but I'm starved. Let's save it for after dinner."

Reluctantly, I had to agree with her reasoning, dammit!

Dinner was about as good as it gets. A fine Caesar salad, Black Angus steaks about two inches thick. The steaks were marinated in some sort of sauce that didn't hurt the flavor any, and grilled over mesquite. Steak fries, and steamed asparagus completed the meal. The wine was a Pinot Noir that could only be described as superb.

We were both too full for dessert so we declined and walked slowly back to our rooms, hand in hand.

At her door she put a finger to my lips and murmured: "Honey. I need to get the grime off of me so I'm going to have a nice soak. Give me a half hour and I'll let you know when I'm through."

It suited me 'cause I needed a good cleanup too.

As soon as I entered my room I called down to the desk and asked them to deliver my previously ordered surprise to CC's room in thirty five minutes.

I quickly cleaned up and changed into a light weight robe I kept especially for traveling. Removing the wine from the 'fridge, I placed it in one of those little doo hickeys they'd used to serve the wine in the restaurant.

I was watching TV when I heard the muffled sound of a knock next door and an unintelligible murmur which must have been room service.

Shortly, there was a soft rap on the door that adjoined our two rooms. Turning off the TV I moved to unlock the door. When I opened it I received a visual shock that rattled me to my bones:

CC was leaning against her door frame, dressed in something that was a cross between a peignoir and a short nighty. It was modest enough to not show much except a slight hint of the delights to be found, if she wanted it so.

The air around her was laced with the most pleasant aroma of a woman who'd enjoyed her soak, and had applied a touch of the scent that drives me crazy. It was rapidly becoming my favorite fragrance whenever I have the pleasure of inhaling its erotic and enticing smell.

Her hair was falling in soft ringlets, framing her face, and laying softly against her shoulders. Those dark eyes were almost smoldering as she looked me over, and there was definitely a lurid smile on her lightly glossed lips.

In a soft voice with just a hint of her Spanish origins she murmured: "You're pretty sure of yourself, sailor."

With that, she turned and indicated with a crook of her finger that I was to follow.

Hoo Haw!

Picking up the ice bucket I tried to follow but my legs wouldn't move. The sight of her gliding across the room and the sway of her hips overloaded my brain, causing it to cease functioning. What her hips did to the material she was clothed in was downright criminal. It was clothing abuse pure and simple.

Seating herself on her throne (what we normal mortals would call a settee), she patted the seat to indicate that I should join her. The motion, and the way she straightened her back, caused her breasts to push against her night dress. It was equally obvious her breasts were much larger then I'd thought, and her nipples had become erect from the two huge indention's in her clothing.

I know that I must have looked like one of the Disney or Warner cartoon dogs with my tail wagging and my tongue in full pant as I moved to fulfill her command.

As I sat down she reached for a piece of melon from the plate of iced fruit and cheese that room service had delivered a few moments before. She carefully placed it to my lips and slowly pushed it into my mouth with a slow and sensuous motion of her fingers.

I slowly sucked her soft, delectable finger and thumb as I accepted the heavenly morsel. While I let the icy delight settle on my tongue, I carefully removed the cork from the wine and poured the wine into the two wine glasses on the coffee table.

Where had the glasses come from? I hadn't ordered them and she had no previous knowledge of my surprise.

A truly sly, cunning, and all-knowing woman.

Holding her chin tenderly in one hand, I lifted the wine glass to her lips to sip the wine of the evening.

She again one-upped me; placing her lips to mine she slowly and delightfully deposited some of the wine on my tongue with hers.

All bets were off!

We each decided that it was time to move to the next stage of our relationship.

Her hands were softly caressing the back of my neck as I stroked her body and our lips and tongues began a time honored tango of discovery and delight.

She reluctantly broke off our love making to rise and pull me up from the settee.

I rose to once again take her into my arms. As I kissed her I slowly began to remove her various garments even as she removed mine, until we were as God had created us, naked and unashamed.

She was a true vision of loveliness; A mature Venus de Milo in my eyes. Yes, her breasts sagged from her years, their weight, and fullness. Her hips were wider then a teenager. She had a slight tummy, and her butt cheeks were not as taut as a young woman's might be, but by God she was a vision of true delight to this Horny 'ol Sailor.

I only hoped and prayed that her first sight of me didn't cause her to break out in peals of laughter, or worse yet, run from the room screaming in horror.

My appearance apparently didn't frighten her enough, as she she took my hand and led me to her bed.

The next hour or so was spent in discovering each other. We each learned what excited our partner, and what didn't. Each reaction to a kiss or caress was carefully catalogued for future exploration. After several minor orgasms on her part she finally said; "Corazon de mi Corazon, fill me."

Our coupling was a joining of two friends whose mutual desire was to raise our attachment for each other to the next level. It was slow and unhurried, with each trying to bring to the other the maximum pleasure and fulfillment.

When she reached what I thought was her great orgasm, I came with her as she entreated me to fill her. When we slowly returned to earth, I stroked her body while she lay in my arms with her head on my chest. I could feel her body shudder in an occasional minor orgasm.

While we lay in each other's arms I finally asked the question which had been foremost on my mind: "Honey, it was evident from the airport, and from the events at your house, you were playing the seductress; why?"

Her reply totally took me aback:

"Heart of my heart, our emails, phone conversations, and pictures, convinced me that you were a man I could easily love. It's been many a year since I loved a living man, and I thought you might be that man. I needed to know. When you told me you were coming to El Paso, I determined to find out if you were the man to become the lover who would join my Roberto in my heart."

That night, we never did get back to sampling the fruit and wine as we drifted into a deep sleep of total contentment, with her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine.

In the early morning I slowly woke to discover she was cuddled up to me with her back pressed tightly against my chest and my hand cupping her soft pendulous breast. I could feel my erection partially trapped between her thighs.

I slowly pressed it against my lover. She reciprocated by raising he leg and placing my hardness against her pussy. With one backward movement she engulfed me.

We slowly and sleepily made love. It was the coupling of two lovers, happy and content with their partner, and wanting all that that relationship could bring. When we climaxed, it was a climax in satisfaction and love that no one will ever know nor understand unless they've travelled that road.

The next morning we showered together, twice. During the first one we both became aroused and ended up making love again. This time I was behind her again, but she was now leaning over and holding on to the sink.

This allowed me to really play with her dangling breasts. Turned out there were times when she wanted to be treated a little roughly, as she kept begging me to squeeze her breasts and pull on the nipples as hard as I could.

Just as she began to scream that she was cumming I smacked her butt cheek; not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to get her attention. The results astounded me and drove me to my own orgasm.

Her screams became so loud I thought that the police would be breaking down the door at any time now, and her movements became a frenzy of violent activity.

Her climax triggered my own, which promptly drove her to a higher level, and completely pushed her over the edge of whatever mountain she'd been climbing.

Her pussy muscles clamped so tightly around my cock I thought she was going to crush the little fella. She reached behind her to grab my legs to pull me deeper into her as her legs snapped shut to make sure I didn't get away.

Unfortunately, her fingers closed around the meat on my thighs and those finger nails dug in. Damn! That smarted!

I was truly a prisoner of love. A wounded prisoner at that.

Suddenly her legs started to give way and I had to wrap my arms around her waist to keep her from falling.

When she began to calm down and regain use of her legs again, she turned around, pressed her body tightly against me, and stroked my cheek with her finger tips as she softly murmured:

"My daring you make me feel like a wanton woman when we make love. You make me cum so hard and so often I can't get enough. I am becoming addicted to you, and I want more and more of your magic. You have made me a slut, sweetheart, but I will be only your slut. Last night and this morning has convinced me of what I'd already known, but was afraid to admit or say: I love you my sweet man."

The time had come for me to admit to my own feelings:

"CC, my sweet; I too have found myself falling in love, and last night and this morning have confirmed my feelings for you. Sixty year old men aren't supposed to make love like pimply-faced teenagers, but when I see your body and feel you in my arms, that's exactly how I feel; like a horny teenager. I can't get enough of you. I'm hopelessly in love with you my heart's desire. This Horny 'ol Sailor's never gonna let you go."

The second shower was one of much cooing. caressing, and kissing. If our bodies hadn't been temporarily satiated we might never have left that motel room.

Reluctantly, we finally got into the van and headed to the homestead.

10. Back to the Quest

As we pulled up the long driveway to the house, after what seemed liked days on the road, the screen door flew open; two teenage girls burst through the door like miniature tornados, bounded down the steps as fast as their young legs could carry them, and ran towards us at flank speed.

As CC and I exited the car I noticed Ellie moving down the steps to come and greet us. Lord, she was aging gracefully.

Ellie introduced her Granddaughters, Tina and Nicole, to us, and I introduced CC.

The last time I'd seen the two of them they were laying in their cribs after being fed, bathed, and changed.

The two women shook hands in greeting, and I swear that in that instant, CC informed Ellie that I was her intended, and Ellie congratulated her without a word being spoken. The smile on Ellie's face when she looked my way convinced me of that. How the hell do the ladies do it?