It was another hot day. The sun beat down on us almost mercilessly and made everyone who stepped out of their apartment door sweat. I had just come home and had previously been in Madrid on business when the phone rang. “Fernando? Is that you Fernando?” It was my mother’s voice. Like every day, she probably wanted to check whether I still had all my limbs. It didn’t matter to her whether they were on my body or somewhere else. “Of course, who else?” I laughed back. “What’s up? You only called me two hours ago.” “I know, but ten minutes ago I got a call from a gentleman who apparently also works at the Fabra Observatori. He said that a man from Barranquilla in Colombia had found a planet that was very similar to Earth in size and shape.
He wants you to stop by there.” “What? A quick trip to Colombia? Do you have an address for this man?” I asked. “Yes, but I don’t know it exactly right now. I’ll email it to your laptop. “Thanks for the tip. But why did my boss call you? He knows my contact details, doesn’t he?” “I have no idea, my boy. Call me when you get there. It’s quite a long trip after all,” she said and hung up before I could say anything else. After looking online for flight tickets to Barranquilla, I found out that the next available flight there wasn’t until the next day. There was still plenty of time until then. I decided to continue exploring downtown Barcelona. I had recently completed my two master’s degrees in physics and Romance studies in Cologne, where my mother still lived.
She was German. My father, on the other hand, was Spanish, but he had never really mastered the German language, which is why he was so dependent on my mother. As I was about to leave my apartment through the front door, I was hit in the face and staggered slightly. It had become so swelteringly hot that day that I wanted to turn back. A digital board on the wall of a house told me it was 40 degrees Celsius. The last time I had felt such an absurdly high temperature was in Aragón. But it was only towards the evening that the temperature dropped a little. As always, the Rambla was a madhouse, with thousands of tourists and locals jostling through these streets filled with artists. In a small café by the port of Barcelona, I treated myself to a huge sundae that almost threatened to give me hypothermia. The next morning we set off very early.
I took the subway directly to El Prat Airport, where four hours later I boarded the plane of the Colombian airline Avianca to Bogotá. The flight was actually quite uneventful. At one point I was asked if I wanted breakfast and two hours later lunch. Of course I said yes to both. At the airport – it was the first time I had set foot on South American soil and I had to wait an hour for the next plane to Barranquilla, which was ready on the apron on time. Now it was the last leg. The flight was a bit bumpy as we had to fly through strong crosswinds several times. The weather forecast had predicted a storm, but we only noticed it briefly. After a two-hour flight we landed safely at Ernesto Cortissoz Airport south of Barranquilla.
It was a completely different feeling here. The climate was only a fraction more pleasant than in Spain, which was probably due to the slightly lower temperature and the much higher humidity. A taxi took me to the hotel. The man, whose name I had only found out when I checked my emails. My mother had written to me, his name was Horacio Ramírez. He lived quite close to the city center. But he was not expecting me for another week, which I did not know at the time. I was annoyed that I had traveled far too early. But there was nothing I could do about it. Besides, a week’s vacation was not bad for me. So I decided to explore the city a little. But first I wanted to sleep. I had been on the go all day, so I needed some rest. The next morning we set off straight after breakfast.
I first exchanged half of the money I had with me into Colombian pesos. Then I got on a bus and got off at interesting places. I was not only very interested in space and everything that might be further out, but also in history, architecture and the people. I had always been very interested in the Latin American people. The mentality, the culture, there was so much to see here. But alongside all the positive things that were so inspiring here, there was also a negative side to this country. It is the worst trait of every human being – violence. Well, I was very shocked when I drove past the completely run-down houses in the poor part of this city. I decided to get off at the next stop to take a closer look.
The streets were very dirty and the houses, although still colorful, were very run down. I found several piles of rubble that had apparently never been cleared away after a house was demolished. For the people, however, it seemed to be everyday life. They lived with a seeming contentment that I would never have if I lived here. Children went to school laughing, men and women rode the bus to work chatting stimulatingly. Everything seemed completely normal. Was it all a facade? I didn’t believe it. After all, a smile never hurts anyone. But what was that? As I turned into a street, lured in by such a delicious smell, I saw in a small shop that sold flowers what was probably the most beautiful dream I had ever had.
It was a young woman, perhaps a little younger than me, who was explaining to an older lady with such a charming smile how to water the cactus – namely not at all. Her beautiful long black hair, which she wore quite loose, hung casually over her shoulders and her wonderful dark brown eyes shone with love and happiness. Without me noticing, she glanced briefly at me, but did not let her smile disappear. I was paralyzed as I looked at her. Unfortunately, the older lady was hiding the rest of the señorita’s apparently beautiful body from me. I gathered up all my courage and entered the shop, receiving a cheerful “¡Buenos días!” from her, which I replied almost gasping. Discreetly, as I turned to the various flowers, which I could not even describe what they looked like, I kept looking over at her.
She had a slim waist, perfect hips and a very perky butt. My eyes wandered further up to her upper body. Two perfectly formed breasts, not too big but not too small, protruded. She was wearing a red T-shirt and blue jeans. They were very simple clothes, but they suited her very well. She also had beautiful tanned skin and full but natural lips. My knowledge of floristry was so good that I could barely tell a leaf from a needle, maybe even the thorn of a cactus. But did that matter? I’m afraid so. So I was looking around for “new flowers for my front garden”, which I didn’t even have yet, when the young lady came up to me. “Can I help you in any way?” she asked and smiled again. “I… er… well, to be precise.
“Uh, yes. I’m looking for a suitable cactus for my mother,” I lied, stammering. She nodded slightly, but her smile turned into a grin and turned around. I stood there rooted to the spot, unable to believe my bad luck. ‘OH, you idiot. Couldn’t it be a little more stupid?’ I thought, and briefly buried my face in my hands when the pearl suddenly came back. She had apparently bought my story and was standing in front of me with a small but very prickly cactus. She recommended it to me, but I shook my head, still with a lump in my throat. What followed went much better than I had hoped. She showed me a whole series of small to gigantic cacti that looked like torture instruments from the Middle Ages. After a while, however, she seemed to have noticed what I really wanted from her.
Because I just couldn’t decide between all the cacti. “I’ve shown you every single cactus we have and you’ve said no to every one,” she laughed, raising her index finger and reaching for something under the counter. She pulled out another small pot with a very small cactus. “How about this one. This is a” I shook my head. With each shake of my head, she seemed more and more interested in me. But I had very little hope for someone like her. But with each shake of my head, I felt a little more stupid. Maybe she had started to find me annoying. But based on the fact that she was still smiling, I no longer believed that. “Okay, if you don’t want to buy a cactus, what do you want here?” she asked, folding her arms in front of her chest with a slight grin.
“I wanted to ask you if you have any plans after work,” I suddenly blurted out. Was this the right time? A veritable firework of mixed feelings raged in my stomach. I partly cursed myself for having said that, but I was also relieved. But what could possibly happen? She could say that she is already in a relationship, or that she already has plans, or that she doesn’t want to go out with strangers at all. “Oh!” came the sudden answer. I sank inside like a person fainting. “She wants to go out with me?” Apparently she didn’t know how to classify her feelings either. I thought that I had unsettled her. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. But now it was out. She thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled! “No, I don’t have anything else planned tonight.
You?” I suddenly felt dizzy. Had I misheard? My heart started pounding wildly and my blood was racing through my veins, giving me a headache. “When can I pick you up?” “No, when can ‘you’ pick me up,” she corrected me. “By the way, my name is Yasmin Ramírez,” she said, beaming with joy, and held out her hand. I shook it and introduced myself as Fernando Álvarez. After a short conversation, when a small group of customers finally came in, I said goodbye and left the shop. I looked for the bus stop and, as I did so, noted the route between the shop and the stop, as well as the name of the stop. Then I took the bus into the city center and looked for suitable places to take her out. A number of restaurants came into question.
But I only had two hours until 6 p.m. to choose. So I ran through almost the entire city, searching, until I had to take a taxi, which took me to the “Río Magdalena” where I finally found a cute little café. I remembered the place and told the taxi driver to drive to the flower shop. It was five to six when I finally got out. The taxi drove away and I went in. Suddenly Yasmin came towards me, smiling of course. She was wearing a red summer dress and matching heels. Her breasts were almost within reach in a bra under the dress. She looked a bit like a flamenco dancer, which made me sweat. Firstly because she looked so incredibly beautiful and secondly because her dress made me think of Seville.
She closed the door and we walked together to the bus stop, talking about all sorts of things. About our origins, the cultures of each country and the peculiarities of the two peoples. She told me that she only lived in this area because she wanted to help people. A flower shop would be the ideal place to put a smile on their faces. I was very impressed by that. The bus arrived a little later than planned, but that didn’t matter. It was nice to be near her anyway, you could wait for hours. But that didn’t happen, the bus rolled up and we got on. It took us into the city to the café that I had chosen. I was a little more relaxed than before, which is why I was looking forward to it so much. We stood in front of the café and wanted to go in when a locked door prevented us from doing so.
“What?! It can’t possibly be closed so early!” I said angrily and shook the door. “Fernando, that’s because it’s a holiday today,” she replied, laughing. “What kind of holiday?” “Today is July 20th, Independence Day. A golden day for Colombia and a black day for Spain.” I sighed. Did it really have to be on that day? Couldn’t Colombians have chosen another day? Then it would be difficult to find a restaurant. “Don’t be sad. I have an idea. Come with me!” she said and went back to the bus stop. We drove all the way back to her shop. “Where are you going?” I asked, confused, but she pulled me by the arm behind her to a garage. She opened it and got into an old SUV. I sat on the passenger side and we sped off. “Where are you going?”
All I got in response was a smile. We left Barranquilla heading south. The sun was already just above the horizon on our left, but she didn’t stop. After the sun had disappeared, there was still no sign to stop. Finally, she drove into a town called Repelón. “I’d like to show you something,” she finally said and stopped at a lake. It was still light and the sun was just above the horizon. Suddenly she opened the glove compartment, took something out, got out and disappeared. I got out too and followed her. But where was she? She was nowhere to be seen. I looked behind bushes and also on the beach. But finally I found her. She was lying on her back in the sand and looking up at the sky. I lay down next to her and also looked up. “I wonder what the stars look like where you are?” she finally asked.
I smiled and answered, “Different. But just wait until it’s night.” She laughed quietly. “I come here often, usually at night, to look at the stars. It’s very difficult in the city because of the lights and stuff. I’ve never been here with anyone before. You’re the first,” she said and smiled at me. “Do you sometimes look at the stars?” “Hehe, that’s my job. Regularly, in fact.” “Really?! Wow! Have you ever thought about traveling into space?” she asked and looked up again. “Yes, several times. But it’s very unlikely that it will ever happen. And you?” “Yes, me too. But we can make it happen. Just close your eyes,” she told me. I was curious to see what would happen next, but at this thought my little friend started to stir quite a bit, so I had to quickly change my mind so as not to attract attention.
A pile of dead fish or a row of old politicians, things that really turn me off, were just right for this moment. It would have been quite embarrassing. But I didn’t need to think about embarrassment. Still with my eyes closed, I lay there and waited. Yasmin moved closer and closer to me and neared my head. “Just relax!” she breathed in my ear when she noticed my tension. I had to swallow hard. Suddenly her lips touched my neck and immediately I began to tremble. An electric current ran through my entire body and made me tremble like someone who had just come out of ice water. She put her right hand on my chest and stroked it while she moved her lips further up and explored my ear area. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and stroked my bare skin.
I was still trying hard – for whatever reason – to think about old politicians and dead fish. This experience made my throat tighten and I could hardly breathe. As she stroked me, she used her fingernails to scratch lightly over my chest. She gently kissed my ear, slowly moved to my cheek and then to my mouth. I suddenly seemed to be floating. My body had stopped shaking, but I was tingling all over. She laid her soft breast on mine and still kissed me gently until she slowly used her tongue. She slid her right leg over both of my legs and stroked my shaved stubble with her right hand. Then she ran her hand through my hair and opened her eyes again. She looked at me with a fire of desire in her eyes and slowly unzipped my pants.
Apparently she had noticed my huge bulge and clearly heard Fernandito’s cry for help. Yasmin pulled my pants down, I took care of my underwear. Slowly she got back up with a cheeky grin and opened the back of her summer dress, which she then threw more or less carelessly into the corner. Then she took off her bra and panties. Her vagina was very smoothly shaved. My heart pounded even faster when I suddenly saw the two beautiful coconuts in front of me. They were perfectly round, the areola not too big and the nipples already very hard. She hung directly above me and her hair brushed my face, then she came down. “Do you like that?” she asked and kissed my neck again. I could only moan a quiet “Oh yes”.
Then she slid down and stroked my thighs and worked her way up to my now rock-hard friend, who was just as eager as I was to explore worlds unknown to us. Yasmin slowly ran over the dark red glans and licked the little crack with her tongue. Again, a shiver of passion and lust ran through me. As if that wasn’t enough, she put her lips on it without looking into my eyes. The whole time she looked at me full of desire and lust, as if she hadn’t had sex for years. It certainly wasn’t the first time for her, that was for sure. But for me it was. She sucked on it, licked it with her tongue and rubbed it in her mouth. It was a heavenly feeling. I prayed that it would continue like this all night.
After a while, I was so relaxed that I almost fell asleep, she let go of my penis and came back up to me. She kissed me on the mouth again and I tasted my own pre-cum for the first time. She pressed her breast lightly against mine again, which felt wonderful. Then she did what I had been waiting for the whole time. She spread her legs slightly, grabbed my hands with hers and pressed them into the sand to the left and right of me. Now she gently played around my glans with the entrance to her pleasure cave and sat on my lap until my penis filled her completely. Another wave of feelings shot through my body and almost blinded me. It was indescribable. She rose and fell again. She guided my hands to her breasts so that I had a clear path.
I kneaded them gently and played with her nipples. But I wanted more. As if she could read my mind, she increased the tempo and slowly began to moan. But that still wasn’t enough for me. I sat up, hugged her tightly and pulled my legs closer. She held my head and dug holes in my back with her fingernails. But that didn’t bother me, it actually made me more excited. I wanted to feel her, I wanted to feel everything. Her insides and outsides. Her breasts were so soft, like pillows that served as a buffer between our bodies. Her nipples played with mine and made them tingle. I was deep inside her. She moved very slowly but intensely, rocking back and forth. She whispered with such excitement how hot she found it and that she wanted more. Again she kissed me on the mouth, only this time she almost pushed her tongue down my throat.
Her eyes burned with passion and she moaned louder and louder. I moaned slowly too, because the tingling had gotten stronger in my southern region. I could hardly stand it any longer. She moved faster on my lap and hugged me tighter. Suddenly she started screaming and scratching my back. Turned on by this, I tried to move faster in my position, but it was difficult. Now she suddenly fell silent, threw her head back so that I could go at her breasts with my mouth without stopping. I sucked, nibbled and licked her hot boobs. Her vagina cramped so much that I thought it would crush my penis. But it was the opposite. I continued to suck on her breasts when suddenly my legs cramped. As if I had stuck my finger in a socket, my whole body started to tingle and it tingled more strongly than ever before.
My cock boiled and shot the almost boiling sperm straight into her, causing her to moan one last time. It was such an insane feeling that I just fell backwards, while Yasmin giggled, quite out of breath. I saw stars everywhere, not just in the night sky, but also in the sand, in the water and in the bushes. Also exhausted, Yasmin fell on me with her soft boobs and kissed me intensely again, without letting me leave her boiling love cave, which was still pulsing strongly. She also let go of my lips and made herself comfortable on my chest. “But that’s not all!” she said suddenly and giggled again. My cock, which had shrunk to a small size, seemed to have had enough. After ten minutes of cuddling, she stood up and lay next to me with her legs spread.
“Come, my sweetie!” she whispered, full of desire. At this sight, my friend seemed to be fully ready for action again. I knelt down in front of her, but wanted to take my time. I gently kissed her thighs, which she accompanied with a moan. Slowly and carefully I moved towards her clitoris and touched it with the tip of my tongue, whereupon Yasmin moaned slightly. I smelled her wonderful scent rising into my nose. I now concentrated on her labia and the inside, which she liked very much. I licked and licked until my mouth cramped. After all, I had no practice in this, but I carried on and brought her closer to her ecstasy. She moaned louder, almost screamed her impending orgasm, grabbed the back of my head and pressed me closer to her. She thrust her pelvis towards me and let me pamper her until she came explosively.
I gave her a few minutes to recover until she willingly opened her legs, glowing red. I was now on top of her and slowly penetrated her as far as I could. I had to be careful not to come too soon, because ending too quickly would not be advisable, especially since it was the best night of my life. With regular thrusts we both started moaning again until I shot my second load into her with violent trembling and tingling and we both lay next to each other, content. I would never, wanted to, could never forget this experience. For the rest of the night we lay naked next to each other and told each other stories, made up or experienced. But eventually we fell asleep. The next morning she woke me up with a kiss. The first thing I saw were her shining, beautiful eyes beaming at me. “Buenos días!” she whispered in my ear and gave me a kiss there.
I returned the greeting and we let the sun shine on us for a while before getting dressed again and driving back into town. For the next week we met every day, went out to eat, to the cinema or drove around the area. After my meeting with Señor Ramírez we saw each other one last time at the airport, where we parted after a long but intense kiss and many tears. But the goodbye was not to last forever. Six months later I flew again, this time for two weeks to Colombia, but not for business. We finally saw each other again. After we had to part for a second time, she couldn’t stand it any longer and wanted to move in with me. It had taken a year before we were living together in Barcelona.
