A Tale of Serendipity
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
Serendipity is defined as an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident...The faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for. Serendipity is an unsought, unintended, and/or unexpected, but fortunate learning experience that happens by chance. Life certainly isn't a series of random events; everything happens for a reason. This story is about an incident of serendipity.
A Refreshing encounter
The discreet Alpa valley in northern New Mexico, is crisscrossed with glittering lakes, clear water streams and leafy inlets; a truly enticing scenery. The little country cottage I've rented for twelve days of fishing and relaxation, looked neat and well kept. The view of the valley from the kitchen window was absolutely stunning.
After unpacking the boxes of booze, food and fishing gear, settling-in and guzzling a few drinks, I decided to scout around the area and get acquainted with my surroundings, before getting down to some serious fishing the next day.
Walking along the bank of a clear rushing stream, I watched the sunlight reflecting on the water, the leaves shimmering and sighing like waves. I felt like stripping naked and lying down in the grass and feel the sun's warmth stroking my body.
The woods had become quiet, saturated with heat and sunlight. I was lost, totally absorbed in the reflection on the water, the broken moving other-world of trees and sky. Then softly, I heard the high-pitched voice of a woman across the rippling water. I looked up and there was a young woman in shorts and tank top, waving from the other side. A small dog played behind her among the trees.
"Hi, you must be new around here" she shouted.
"Yes, I'm here on a fishing trip" I shouted back.
"Why don't you cross over so we can stop this shouting match" she said smiling. Then without any compunction and to my utter surprise, she began to undress. My God I thought, folks out here are either very sophisticated or just plain natural and carefree.
She stood in the water splashing her naked brown body with handfuls of water. Her belly was covered with a line of hair that ran into a startling lush, black, curly bush, tangled like underbrush. Her thighs and legs were covered with hair. Her breasts were wide-set and upturned with raised brown nipples. Her black hair was thick and tangled like a horse's mane. She was slender, young, early 20's and looked strong. The curve of her back, ass and hips graceful and well-formed.
Irresistibly drawn to the young woman in the shimmering water, I took off my sneakers, rolled up my jeans and waded across to her, my feet slipping on the moss-covered rocks.
"My name is Carlota" she smiled, offering me her hand. "And I'm Ramon".
She said bathing in the stream was a regular routine for her, especially at that time of day when there's no one around, to wash away sweat and grime. I enjoyed watching her luxuriate in the water with her dog Zora, while we talked amiably. She seemed quite experienced and on the prowl. What she probably did not know was that my pants were splitting with a roaring erection. I sincerely hoped I was not dreaming. Carlotta eventually got out of the water and into her clothes, smiling mysteriously.
"Would you like to come to my house, I have some beer" she offered. O God, let this be real I wished. Carlota whistled to Zora to follow and beckoned to me. We walked along a shadowy, overgrown trail thru the woods, the dog leaping excitedly around us, and Carlota laughing heartily at my jokes.
"You're so funny" she said, "I like funny men".
We came to a clearing below dark rounded hills and an adobe house built into a depression in the hillside. A couple of goats bleated around the house, a rooster chases the hens around looking for a fuck no doubt. An old rusty Honda, Carlota's, sat under a shed.
Carlota led me inside. There was a lot of unfinished pottery standing around. "This is our living, my aunt and me. She is away in the town of Morazon delivering a consignment to her retailer, and buying supplies and food. Then she plans on visiting her older sister. She'd be gone for 5 days". Carlota's been living with her aunt Elsy since age ten when her parents died in an auto accident.
Carlotta offered me some tacos and beer after changing into a short caftan. She minced no words expressing her feelings about everything, especially after smoking a joint. From her occasional stormy relationship with her aunt, to anonymous sex, including forays into lesbian sex. She'd had two abortions and did not intend to ever get married or have kids.
"You don't have to be polite with me" she said smiling as she sat beside me on the couch, running her fingers thru my hair. "I like you and I'd love to fuck you". I simply adored her frankness and refreshingly shock-proof demeanor.
Carlota seemed totally and irredeemably liberated. She believed in promiscuity, never becoming infatuated with a single male...She'd laugh derisively at a suggestion of a monogamous relationship. She seemed at ease with sex, generous and intense, almost nonchalant. Her calm exuberance placed her above all conventions. She preferred challenge to devotion, suspense to certitude.
