Guitar and Tango

The girls talked non-stop for the entire trip. It was obvious I was going to need to learn some basic Spanish. After two hours of driving on dirt roads, I was ready to get out and walk. My butt was sore.

When we arrived at the Estancia, I was greeted by Marie with a hug and a kiss. Jorge was still able to get out and around some and he wasn't there. Marie took me into her bedroom and there was the photo I had taken of her when she was dancing naked. She told me, in halting English, that when Jorge saw it, they made love all night. She said it was like the old days when they were younger. She had tears in her eyes.

As staff members came and went, I would get introduced to them. I hope I don't have to take a test about who is who. Maria must have told them a lot about me because they all wanted to here me play the guitar and were planning to roast a calf that weekend and have a big party.

Next Maria showed me the guest house where I would be staying. It had 2 bedrooms, each with a bath and a large common room with a huge fireplace. Dinner would be in the main house. Maria pointed to a guitar case in the corner and told me to open it. Inside was a beautiful guitar made by an Argentine luthier named Louzao. I picked it up, tuned it and played a few cords. It was a beautiful instrument with a wondrous voice. The action was very much to my liking. I looked at Maria, smiled and began playing a simple tango. She started to dance. When we finished there was applause from some people standing in the door. It reminded me of the park. We laughed and she gave me a hug.

I put the guitar away and laid down. I was exhausted after two long days of travel and wanted to take a nap. Maria closed the door to the bedroom, took off her blouse and lay with me as I fell asleep.

Waking, Maria was gone and a note said to join her in the main house. Dinner was just being served as I entered. Jorge was there along with Marie, Maria and other family members. The food was great, the wine even better but I struggled with the conversation. Maria did a lot of interpreting for me. Jorge did say, "We have an honored guest tonight and for a few weeks or months. You are most welcome at my home Ron, please, enjoy your stay." Everyone raised their glass to me. It made me feel special.

After dinner, the music, laughter, and dancing began. Some how my guitar got to the main house. I was asked to play with the other musicians. We nodded, tuned and started playing. Hands were clapping, toes were tapping, Maria pulled her father up and they danced. She then danced with her mother and others. Finally she danced by herself. The wine flowed and I had a great time. Maria tried to get me up to dance, but I managed to avoid demonstrating my two left feet. Finally, around 11:00, the party seemed to end. I returned to the guest house and Maria joined me. We kissed, hugged and the temperature seemed to rise. It wan't long before we were undressing each other, exploring each others bodies and headed to the bedroom. After all these months of not being together, the sex was raw, desperate, and hard. When we finally separated, our legs remained intertwined and we continued to kiss and hold each other. We fell asleep that way.

The days flowed into weeks. I learned to ride a horse from the Gauchos and Maria and I rode around the Estancia looking at the cattle, the river that flows through the ranch. She told me the names of the wildlife and birds we saw.

The only bad part of my stay was that Jorge continued to decline. He was no longer able to join us for dinner in the evenings and was mostly confined to bed. Marie and Maria divided their time caring for him. Finally, in early November, he died. The funeral was held and he was buried in a small cemetery on the Estancia along with his parents, brothers and sisters.

I was frequently asked to play the guitar for a variety of functions and was invited to play at the weekly tango party held in town on Friday afternoons. There I met some older men that played as well. They taught me nuances to the music that I hadn't learned. They also taught me much about the history of the dance and music in Argentina. With their help and Maria's my Spanish was improving enough that I could participate in a conversation without Maria interpreting too much for me.

The weekend of Rosa's wedding was approaching. The week of the wedding seemed to be a week long party with the party culminating with the wedding. I seemed to play all day every day along with other musicians. The food and wine was endless. One evening, I was asked to play a solo while others took a break. I played a tango that I had learned back in the states. When I was finished, a distinguished gentleman approached and complemented my playing. "You bring out the voice of your instrument. It is full of passion, romance and love. You must be a special person to make an instrument sing like that. Thank you for playing." I broke into a big smile.

Christmas and New Years was approaching. It seemed funny to have temperatures in the 70's and 80's with no snow in December. I was reminded that I was in the southern hemisphere. The ranch house was decorated and everything was festive. Marie seemed reluctant to join in the festivities. She was still trying to get over Jorge's death. Maria and I were enjoying each other immensely. We seemed to be fucking like rabbits, sometimes 3-4 times a day whenever we were alone. I was trying to figure out what to give Maria for a Christmas gift. I couldn't just run down the street and buy something so I knew I would have to make something and I wanted it to be special.

Christmas eve and everyone was busy preparing for Christmas Day. Food was being prepared, children of the staff were running and playing and trying to help. Every one was festive. The wine started flowing a little earlier than usual. Dinner that evening was another party with singing, dancing and lots of music. It also turned respectful of the season and the reason for the season, but not at the expense of the party.

Returning to the guest house, Maria and I stopped and admired the stars. We held each other close, kissed and then moved to the house and the bedroom. I started to undress her. She looked exceptionally beautiful. Her eyes sparkled and her whole face lite up when she smiled. An awesome transformation. I kissed her, and slowly worked my way done to her nipples. I kissed, sucked, licked and nibbled on them. Maria was enjoying my efforts based on the mewing that she was making and the way she pulled my face in tighter to her boobs. Slowly, I finished undressing her and then she started undressing me. My shirt came off, my boots came off, and my pants were pulled down and quickly thrown aside.

Dropping to her knees, she held my cock and gently kissed it followed my licking its entire length. She watched my face as she slowly engulfed it and cupped my balls. Her tongue danced around the end of my cock. Pulling off, she continued to lick me before swallowing me again. I couldn't help but moan my pleasure. A few minutes of this pleasure and I reached down, picked her up, placed her on the bed and crawled between her legs. I returned the favor as I licked and nibbled on her pussy. I inserted a finger and slowly licked my way up her slit. A second finger entered and I found her magic spot. First I just pressed against it as she squirmed a bit. Then I started to stroke across it as I licked her clit. Her moans became growls and her ass started a dance of its own. She pulled my face hard against her pussy and clit. I couldn't understand her Spanish, but I have a good imagination so I continued. She started having small orgasms. As I continued, they started coming closer together. I reached behind her, inserted a finger in her rosebud and with a huge scream, she came harder than she ever had before. I pulled out and held her close as she stopped panting, her eyes fluttered open and slowly focused on me.

She attacked me, kissing, crawling on top, and making all kinds of wondrous threats. I just watched her and laughed. I rolled us over, put her legs on my shoulders and entered her hard. My cock was hard as stone. Her eyes were huge and sparkled brilliantly. I slowly started to stroke in and out of her pussy. Each stroke going deeper until I was deep as I could get. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her. Her ass began to arch to meet me. Reaching up, she pulled my head to hers and gave me a kiss that was more of a tongue dance than it was a kiss. I kept stroking. She boarded the orgasmic express and soon erupted onto a brain numbing ride thru the stars. I flooded her pussy with my cum and almost passed out it was so intense. Rolling off, I happened to see the time, "Merry Christmas darling!"

We were up early Christmas morning, but not as early as the children. The tree was almost impossible to see due to all the gifts. Buried someplace in the pile was my gift to Maria. It took several hours to get thru all the gifts. The children opened theirs first and as they left to play with new toys the adults opened theirs. Many gifts were clothing and functional items. One of the Gauchos made knives and he presented me a knife that he had made. It made me feel truly special. I gave them some bandanas and other functional items. Finally there were just two gifts under the tree, Marie and Maria had combined to give me what was obviously a new guitar. It was beautiful. Then it was Maria's turn. She opened the gift and looked at me confused. It was my cell phone. "Go to the iTunes icon and open it. Then hit Maria." I reached for my guitar and when the music started I joined in. It was an original song I had written and recorded just for Maria. It expressed my feelings for her the only way I knew how. She jumped on my lap and started kissing me. Others were applauding. Maria had tears running down her cheeks. I told her I would transfer it to her phone later in the day.

The festivities continued. The food was served and the table seemed to groan under the weight. The wine flowed freely and more than one person got drunk. Some of the children were spotted helping themselves to the wine but no one seemed to care. The music started as did the dancing. There was laughter, singing and every one was joyful...except Marie. I caught her several times wiping tears away from her eyes. Pulling Maria aside I said something to her. She looked over and went and put her arms around her mother and they left the room.

That night, we were laying in bed. "Marie is very sad, lonely and a bit jealous of us."

"Huh?"

"She misses Jorge, but even more she misses the passion they shared. Until a few years ago, their passion was much the same as ours. They shared each other at least once a day and often, more than once. She is afraid that she will never know passion again and will die a dried up old woman instead of a vibrant woman with one or more lovers. I told her that she would meet a new man and she would share passion, but she is afraid that it has already been several years, except for their anniversary night, and that she is no longer capable of experiencing passion."

"I don't know what to say. Is there anything that we can do? If there is, I will help in anyway I can. She is a beautiful woman and should be capable of having a vibrant life and as many lovers as she wants."

"I will think on it and talk to some others. Together, we should be able to help her realize that she remains a beautiful and vibrant woman. Now, show me your passion!"

I fucked her hard. We went to sleep listening to the song I had written for Maria.

New Years came and went with more festivities. Most everyone came to town and the party was region wide with several thousand people dancing, laughing getting drunk and enjoying a great time. There were many musicians playing that I joined with, but also was free to socialize and meet more of Maria's friends. I even danced a little after several glasses of wine. Maria said, "Remind me not to ask you to dance any more!" and laughed at me. We held hands, kissed and had another glass of wine.

I had six weeks before I was to return to the US. I tried not to think about it, but it was in the back of my mind. Maria and I didn't talk about it, but we both knew the time was coming.

We were laying in bed after a spirited round of passion and enjoying the after glow.

"Ron, I have a very special favor to ask of you. I have to go away for a couple of days. While I'm gone, I want you to make love to Marie."

"WHAT?"

"I want you to show Marie that she is still a vibrant, passionate woman and that men still find her very attractive."

"But, she's your mother and.."

"I know and that is why I ask this of you. I love her, I want to see her happy again. I want her to embrace life, to laugh, to see a sparkle in her eyes, to smile and dance again. I talked with the other women, they all agree that she needs to have a man show her that she is still a passionate being. We talked about a variety of different men, but I kept coming back to you. You are the best one to do this for me."

"I don't know Maria, I'm speechless, I don't know what to think or say. I need to sleep on this and work it out for myself."

I tossed and turned all night. I don't think I slept at all or if I did, I had night mares. I must have drifted off early in the morning because when I woke it was later than normal and Maria wasn't there.

Dressing, I went up to the main house. Breakfast was being served and I sat down next to Maria. She looked at me, laughed and said, "You look a mess. Didn't get any sleep last night did ya."

I just shook my head. Later on the way back to the guest house, she stopped, turned to me, "Well, will you do what I ask?"

"Maria, I..."

"Ron, I didn't ask you lightly. I thought about it a lot. She is my mother and I love her with all my heart. I know you. I trust you and I love you. You are the only one that can do this for me. Please say you will."

The look in her eyes, the pleading in her voice it was difficult to tell her no.

"Alright, I will, but she has to agree to it as well."

"I'll talk with her. She'll be hesitant and will resist. It'll take time for her to accept this, but she will. I'll talk with her today. I leave in two days. Thank you Ron, you truly are a very special man." Reaching up she kissed me with a lot of tongue and despite my best efforts, I got hard. She felt it, pulled away, squeezed my cock and laughed as she headed for the main house.

Two days later, her bag was packed and she was ready to go. "Marie may be willing, she'll let you know if it's to happen. Be kind to her and give her much passion. I love you."

I avoided the main house for most of the morning. I felt like an awkward 16 year old about to go on his first date. Finally at lunch time I went in. Marie looked at me, gave me a little smile and we sat together eating a lite lunch. We were the only ones there which I thought unusual. We talked little, avoiding the elephant in the room. I helped her pick up the dishes.

"Ron, come with me. We're going to my room. I want to tell you some things, especially about the picture."

"Huh, ok."

I followed her to her room. She took my hand and with the other, pointed at the picture. "Do you remember the day you took those pictures? I do. I almost fainted when Maria told me to take off my clothes and then when she told me to take off my underwear all I wanted to do was hide. The music you were playing and your devotion to the pictures made me feel very special. You looked at me as a beautiful woman and you tried to capture my beauty with your camera. I saw that you were hard and I was embarrassed for you, but excited as well. If you look closely at that picture, I am wet between my legs, only a little, but wet. That is why I stopped dancing at that point. I had not felt that way in many years and was embarrassed for myself. I hoped you wouldn't notice."

"I remember that whole day, the music, the dancing. You seemed to make love to the camera and I tried to capture it. Some of the photos did capture it, and that one did it best. Until you pointed it out, I didn't notice you were wet, and yes, I was hard. You are a passionate woman and your passion showed that day."

"I told you about the night I gave Jorge that picture. We were so young again. That was the first time in over 2 years we were together. It flooded my mind with memories. We used to ride the land, stop by the river or under a tree or on a hill and make love. We would laugh, chase each other on our horses and ride with the wind. Sometimes we were naked, the sun felt good, the horse between my legs excited me and Jorge was like a stallion. I was his breeding mare and I enjoyed every minute of it. Now I'm getting older and afraid of losing the passion that has fueled my life. Maria told me what she asked of you. If you would like a mare while Maria is gone, I could use a stallion."

Her story had warmed me. Some music was running through my mind, something I had never heard before. It was passionate and romantic. Marie must have sensed a change in me or seen something in my eyes. She slowly began unbuttoning her blouse while looking at me for approval, maybe disapproval. I watched as she progressed down the row of buttons and as the blouse came off. She was wearing a surprisingly sexy bra. Reaching up, she began to unbutton my shirt and as it fell to the floor she rubbed my chest and then leaned forward and kissed it several times. She pressed her face against me as if to take in my odor. Leaning down, I tilted her head and kissed here as I reached to unclasp her bra. She let it slide to the floor. I couldn't help but admire her breast. I touched them and watched the nipples harden. Playing with them only made them larger and harder.

Marie began to unbuckle my pants, pushed me on the bed and pulled my boots off before unbuttoning my fly, unzipping my pants and pulling them down and off with my help. I pulled her to me and suckled her breast. My hands were on her buttocks and she let our a small moan of pleasure. I pulled down her slacks to admire her with just her lacy panties on before lowering them to the floor. She stepped out of both, climbed on the bed next to me and pulled me to her.

"Please, make me a passionate woman. It's been so long. Do not take much time. I'm already wet and ready for you."

My cock was stone hard. I entered her slowly as she lay there staring into my face. Once in, I rested a minute to let her adjust before she started moving her hips. I started to stroke her as I listened to the sounds of pleasure coming from her. It wan't long and she had an orgasm. She didn't stop, held me close and urged me to continue. Her legs were wrapped around my ass and I started to pound her harder. Her breaths came in gulps. She was saying something in Spanish that I couldn't understand, but the meaning was definitely clear. She wanted it harder and harder. I gave it to her. Sweating and breathing hard we both came together in an orgasmic blitz that left us breathless. Rolling off her, we held each other tight, stared into each others eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke an hour later, I looked at her and she seemed totally at peace. I started having second thoughts. Did I hurt her, will she throw me out, have I destroyed her mentally, all kinds of bad thoughts ran through my head. Her eyes fluttered open, she saw me watching her, a smile broke on her face and her eyes sparkled. She pulled me close and kissed me.

"You have shown me that I am still a passionate woman. I will be eternally grateful for you and Maria's generosity. Please, plan to spend the night with me in my bed. Tomorrow we will ride the horses, I will show you the land, the river, and the sky as you may never have seen it before. This mare wants more breeding!"