Free Andean Express by Juan de Recacoechea Page A

had never found himself in this kind of situation with a girl who was his social equal. All things considered, he liked Gulietta and was willing to indulge her whims without worrying about the consequences.
    Finally she arrived. She entered the cabin and took a deep breath.
    â€œNobody saw you?”
    â€œThe steward gave me a funny look. This must happen all the time on trains.”
    The locomotive accelerated its pace. The cars appeared to be dancing between the sides of the rails. The train swerved and Gulietta ended up in Ricardo’s arms. She didn’t move. Ricardo held her and kissed her on the lips. When he placed his hands on her breasts, she let out a sigh of pleasure.
    â€œMy husband and I, we haven’t even come close.”
    â€œIs he impotent?”
    â€œNot really.”
    â€œThen you didn’t want to.”
    â€œLet’s just say that a mysterious force kept the marriage from being consummated.”
    â€œAnd tonight? On trains it’s impossible to resist temptation. Alderete won’t forgive you.”
    â€œYou talk as if I were the slave of an Ottoman chief.”
    â€œWhat can you do to resist him?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    She lay down to rest on the bed and Ricardo curled up at her side.
    â€œYou’re trembling,” he said.
    â€œDo you think I do this every day?”
    She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra; her breasts were quivering. She closed her eyes and took Ricardo’s hand between hers. He caressed her hesitant adolescent body like a starfish maneuvering around submerged rocks.
    â€œI’m really scared the priest will show up,” said Gulietta.
    At that moment, Ricardo was overcome by an uncontrollable passion, but it intimidated her and she stopped him cold. “Are you a virgin too?” she asked.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œTake it easy.”
    â€œAren’t you turned on?”
    â€œYes, but I could use some more caressing.”
    Ricardo tried to steady himself. He closed the curtain and saw that she was trembling, then they joined together in a long embrace. He could feel her heart pounding; her lips opened and closed nervously.
    Without separating himself from her tremulous skin, Ricardo scooted down until he reached the top buttons of her skirt. With one hand he unbuttoned her skirt; with the other he scaled her warm thighs. The moment they felt his touch, they squeezed together, concealing her sex, a shadow covered by silk panties.
    But then she raised her bottom, allowing Ricardo to remove the panties. The veering of the train was now accompanied by the sound of grinding metal, making it hard for him to concentrate.
    â€œHas anybody seen my wife?”
    It was the hoarse and congested voice of Alderete out in the corridor, presumably addressing the steward.
    â€œNow of all times,” said Ricardo.
    Gulietta pulled herself up, leaning against the head of the bed.
    â€œHe can’t give me a moment of peace,” she said, starting to whimper.
    â€œWe can still do it,” said Ricardo, who felt that one of the best asses he had ever seen was slipping between his fingers.
    â€œI can’t. I’ll go back to my cabin. We’ll have to wait. We still have time.”
    â€œForget about him.”
    â€œIt’s not that. I’m just not into it right now.”
    â€œI’m into it enough for the both of us.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Ricardo.”
    â€œWill you go back on your promise?”
    â€œLater. I swear.”
    She slipped her panties back on and dried her tears. Smiling benevolently, she ran her fingers timidly through Ricardo’s hair. He couldn’t believe his bad luck.
    Alderete’s presence in the corridor had ruined their erotic prelude. Gulietta’s amorous disposition had been replaced by a contained fury; hearing her husband’s voice had brought her back to a reality she had hoped to escape from for at least half an hour. Alderete kept