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It Happen Around the Gulf of mexico - English version - Part Eight

English version Part eight


    The heliport had been set at the bottom of the promenade where our Mayan laborer had cleared a larger strip for the purpose. All was ready to welcome Rick and his other special guest. I presume it was some influential person related to him in some of his business ventures and possibly an expert in Mayan art.

    The sun was approaching the zenith, when the familiar noise from the helicopter rotors was heard. When it landed Rick was accompanied by his sister and business partner in the Texana, Claremarie. It was an unexpected surprise for me. I never expected her to venture into the wilderness of a tropical forest, but with her coming showed the fine business-woman she was. She had come over to see for herself what the Mayan City of the Sun could return to the Texana.



I was convinced she had not come to the city just to visit me because in the past we have been lovers. She had at her command all the men she wished, and I believed I wasnt the kind of man she had been used to being with, living comfortable in a large city like London.

      I put on my best face for the occasion.

    “Welcome to both of you to the City of the Sun.” I said, “I hope you will enjoy what you are going to see. I know there will be some discomfort, particularly for you Claremarie, but you have the privilege of being our first visitors to the city.”

    I shook hands with Rick, and kissed Claremarie on both checks. I felt the warm in her, and I was newly captured by her femininity.  She was wearing casual slacks and a white blouse, her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, and her emerald eyes sent a message of desire to me, she was wearing that sexual French perfume, the same as she was using when we met two years earlier. Memories took me back to the night of passion I spent with her in Dallas.

     Claremarie, returned my welcome kisses, and smiled back.

     “I hope you havent forgotten me, Charlie, and you will dedicate some of your spare time to me. I like to see the great work you have done in the last two years. At a first look it seems you have progressed well in resurging this city, considering it was suffocated by the jungle.”

    Rick also congratulated me. He was quite anxious to see everything that we had found.       

   We spent the next couple of days visiting the various buildings that had been cleared and their interest was evident as they documented as much as they could with their video cameras. I kept the visit to the pyramid for last.

   On that first evening, after dinner, Claremarie asked me to accompany her on a walk,

    “…To see the city at night, and to see how the moon reflects the shadows… Charlie, why dont you take me to the temple on top of the pyramid? The view at night should be breathtaking from there…”   

     We walked, and with the winter dry season, the night was quite pleasant, with a gentle breeze coming from the river. We walked slowly, she took my hand and she once more was the temptress she liked to be. She moved close to me, and without warning, passionately kissed me on my lips.

    “Have you ever dreamed of making love to me in all this time, Charlie? Have I been in your dreams on your lonely nights?”

   Saying so, she raised my hand to her breast. She, kept kissing me, and her sexual desire rapidly was transmitted to me, my hand, still resting on her breast, fell the hardening of her nipples behind the thin material of her blouse. Softly she murmured, “Now please, Charlie”

     “Now? Here?”


     The side of the promenade was covered with soft vegetation, forming a natural couch where we could lay. She stripped, slipping off her black slacks. She didnt wear knickers or a bra she was standing naked in front of me, showing the glory of her tan skin.

    We were not shy of each other or frantic. What we were doing was inevitable. Making love to Claremarie was natural, both of us wanted it. We knew it would happen since the first moment our eyes met at her arrival. It was an astonishing revelation for us, in this new universe captured under the tropical signs of the stars above us. It was an entirely new experience, exploring our bodies under this immense canopy, lit by luminescent stars, and so far away from her conventional city circle. All was so quiet and peaceful, disturbed only by the nocturnal call from birds, nesting in the forest trees.

     I wished we could have rest there forever, stroking our bodies, looking at each other through our enlarged pupils.

     With her husky voice, Claremarie said, “You are such a handsome man, you are so beautiful and I love every part of your body, especially your manhood. You have given me much pleasure tonight; you are not only a good archeologist you are also a wonderful lover.”

    When we rose from our natural couch at the side of the forest, I watched her, as she retrieved her black slacks from the ground, shook the dust from them, and put them on.

    “We have done it now, but Im expecting you in my room every night Im here. Would you take me back to the camp now?”  


     Next morning Maria looked pale, her eyes puffed and reddish from crying. She stayed by herself and hardly spoke any words with anybody.

    This gave me a sense of guilt, and even if I tried, I couldn’t find the right words to speak to her during the morning. Then my day became busy. I had a meeting with Rick and Claremarie and I showed them the large documented file regarding the pyramid, including notes, photos and videos that I had collected over the last couple of years. I explained them how we finally realize that the slab of the temple on top of the pyramid was hiding the passage to the bottom of the funeral chambers. Then I showed them photos of every single item we had found in the chambers below, before we removed them from their original positions. I also emphasized their historical and cultural values.

   Finally, I told them about the tomb lid and the many secrets I thought were hidden from us, the difficulties to break the clues that the artist had so cleverly disguised in the figures he carved, giving several possibilities of different interpretations what he means it to represent.

     Rick finally said, “Im really impress with what you have done up to now. This is really a great archeological discovery which will give prestige to Texana as the major sponsors. I would like to receive from you a copy of all those photos. We will use them to create a booklet to distribute around the world creating a greater name for our company, and at the same time it will give us international prestige, and our oil marketing will benefit. Im sure we will find the correct way to present it.”

     Claremarie added to this, “Great work indeed. I want you to come to London for some public appearances and conferences. We will sponsor them and it will be a great opportunity. The discovery of the City of the Sun will make news for a long time and you will become very popular.

    “Thanks to your work, Texana will gain prestige, and the value of its shares will rise. I will arrange this tour around Europe within a few months.”

    “I can see your point Claremarie, but I believe its premature. I still have in front of me a lot of work. I have to document properly and have uncontested proof of all the facts Im going to present. When a new archeological discovery is presented there is always strong opposition, from those who call themselves experts in the field. They will always try to diminish the value of the discoveries. Everything must be sure proofed against them. I estimate Ill need one full year to gain the evidence and all the necessary facts to prove each point I need to present.”

    Rick approved my plans, “I do agree with what you are saying, Charlie. We also need to make this place more accessible to the interested invited parties wanting to come and visit the site.”

    I concluded, “At the moment its much better to keep it under wrap. We dont need intruders to disrupt the harmony of our work.”


      It was the last day our visitors, Rick and Claremarie, were staying at the City of the Sun, and I spent most of my time with them. Maria after the first two days of complete silence had become cordial with our visitors. She understood the importance to us of their sponsorship. Nevertheless, she maintained a cold approach toward Claremarie as a woman. Maria had by now, well assessed her rival powers in the way she used to capture the fantasies of all the males in the camp and particularly me.

   Maria knew she couldnt compete against Claremarie. She was such a refined city woman and a temptress. Maria was aware how strong Claremaries spell was over me.

  She also knew that I was spending most of my nights in her cabin, returning to my room at dawn. I noticed that Marias feelings were hurt and she was unhappy because my behavior. At the same time, I knew she was confident that in the long run, the relationship between me and Claremarie wouldn’t be possible, because our lives were of such contrast.

   She hoped that at the end, when Claremarie would be gone, I would be entirely hers and our life together would return. Of course Maria didnt like the fact I was spending so much of my spare time away from her, and therefore she let me know it, in her own way, remonstrating with a cold approach that she had never used before.






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