An all inclusive five star resort trip to one of the most beautiful white sandy beach hotels in Tulum after a grueling second quarter was pretty much the perfect escape from the grizzling Canadian winter. I was never one to indulge sizzling under the sun and doing nothing but lazing about, sipping on cocktails with little umbrellas, but my wife's list of pros, which included no chores, no cleaning, no decision making whatsoever, was kind of getting the better of me.
And then she mentioned the bikinis. The multitude of bikinis that would barely be covering those magnificent curves of hers...as she swam in a pool to then stretch that body out on a long chair and tan right next to me... Well, a man can only deliberate for so long before completely giving in and booking us two full weeks under the Mexican sun.
We had been here for a week already and as Rachel had assured, it had been pure bliss. Morning, noon and night, we did whatever we wanted, which included swimming in the ocean, lying on the beach, taking long walks, eating divine food, flirting a tad and fucking. Lots of fucking. Pretty much the status quo back home, but here we lacked busy misaligned job schedules and dreading social events. Here, it was just us and our little piece of paradise. It killed me a little to know we were getting back on a plane in less than a week...
I turned slowly to my wife, admiring her bikini of the day: white two piece halter top and thong belt combo. Fuck. Her dark skin contrasted so beautifully with the white of the bathing suit.
I eyed her, my gaze wandering to her chest, down to her inner thighs. I desperately needed that thong between my teeth right the fuck now. If it hadn't been for not wanting to get banned from this heavenly place forever, I would have been taking her on that long chair the second we sat down. Mmm... fuck...
"You know that kid has been staring at us for over an hour," my wife suddenly spoke under her wicker sun hat, yanking me out of my dirty thoughts.
"What kid?" I questioned, looking around, expecting to come face to face with a wide eyed, snot-nosed toddler looking right at me.
"Near the end of the pool, at the bar. Two o'clock."
I looked over at the bar and noticed what looked like a small University party happening around it. They were about twenty or so, guys and girls, all having a good time, drinking. They all seemed to have that same loud, devil may care vibe, interacting with each other with ease and talking above everyone else. But then I spotted him. He stood out. He was at the end of the bar, keeping to himself but looking in our direction, sipping on his drink.
"That is a man. A young man, but definitely not a kid" I teased. "And I believe the young man is staring at you," I corrected.
My wife had quite the full figured body on her, she got her fill of attention when she was in a bikini. You could spot those ample tits from a mile away. Who the hell could blame the guy for staring. Or anyone else for that matter.
"He's looking at us. I kept staring at him while you went for a dip before. Trust me, his eyes weren't on me." She lowered her sunglasses and smiled. I looked back at our mysterious stranger. From afar, I couldn't see much but a tanned, curly dark haired guy wearing orange trousers and dark flip-flops. I contemplated the situation for a moment, then I stood from my chair and stretched.
"Should I?" I asked Rachel.
I put my book down and I started walking the moment she bit her lip at me. I slowly made my way along the pool, nonchalantly looking around, taking in my surroundings but never quite letting our stranger out of my sight. I tried to appear as unthreatening as possible.
I believe he might have hesitated to stand up and walk in the opposite direction, but I smiled at him and waved. It made him stop momentarily. I walked up to the free seat next to him and smiled.
"Hi," I started. He said hi back. Now I was able to see the pretty-boy features: the dark green eyes, the European olive skin, the clean shave. I lifted my sunglasses to my head so my eyes could meet his. Very pretty.
"May I?" I asked, eyeing the stool next to him. He nodded, a pinch of nervousness appearing on his face. I asked the bartender for two drinks and turned to the young man.
"Now I don't mean to be overly zealous, but can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Have you been looking at my wife for the past hour?" He seemed nervous. "Don't worry, this isn't a trick. I won't hurt you. I'm just curious," I smiled. "I just want an honest answer."
"I was."
"And were you looking at me during that time as well?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I recognized you," he calmly responded, looking in my wife's direction, who was now pretending to read my book, then back at me.
"You recognized us?" I repeated, a bit puzzled.
"You're from Toronto, right? You went for dinner at Essenza a few months back."
I was a bit taken aback from what he had just said. He was right on both counts. I believe he saw my confused look and wanted to clarify.
"I was one of the waiters that night. Anthony was your waiter, I was in another section."
"And why do you remember us? Seems a little odd, don't you think?" I wasn't wrong.
"You were quite memorable, to be honest. Very... endearing," he then smiled, shyly.
"Oh? Care to explain?" He piqued my curiosity.
"You both looked like you were having such a great time and seemed so into each other. It was refreshing to witness. We rarely see that kind of interaction in that pretentious restaurant," he chuckled a bit.
"It's mostly all business meetings, sad rich family birthdays and secret affairs. You seemed too authentic for the place. We had a bet going on as to what made you guys stand out as a couple, what made you so happy." He took a sip of his drink.
"'No one looking that happy has been dating more than six months' was how it started with the backend staff. We were all kind of intrigued by you."
I was surprised at his explanation. Surprised yet somewhat flattered. It took me a moment to assess this.
"It was a pretty pretentious restaurant," I chuckled. "But the food was so fucking good."
"Oh yeah, the food is the best. The chefs are amazing. But the clientele is mostly shit," he replied, taking another sip. "No offense."
"Non taken, uh..." I contemplated him for a second.
"Luca."
"Nice to meet you, Luca. I'm Gabriel. She is Rachel," pointing to my wife.
"Nice to meet you." He shook my hand. There was a short silence. The bartender came back with a mojito and a tequila sunrise.
"So, Luca from Essenza," I broke the silence. "I have a follow up question, if you'll indulge me."
He smiled.
"Go ahead."
"What was your bet?"
He paused for a second, hesitant. I believe he was blushing. He laughed nervously, staring into the distance in Rachel's direction, then in mine. He finished the remainder of his drink in one go.
"I jokingly bet twenty bucks that you fucked a lot," he blurted out timidly, waving to the bartender for another drink. He then gave me this look. It was surprisingly not embarrassment, but along the lines of... daring?
That gaze did something to me. Plus made me chuckle for a second.
"Bold of you to admit that," was what came out of me, but nothing more. I wondered if he'd offer an explanation.
He gulped and grabbed his new drink the second it was placed in front of him.
"It's probably the booze, I apologize for stepping out of line there... but-"
"But I asked, and you answered. It's fine. I thank you for your honesty" I replied, my gaze fixed on him, admiring the deepening shade of those rosy cheeks.
"You're just really attractive, both of you and I don't know... it's the first thing I could think of. Either that, or you were..." he trailed off.
"We were what?"
"Very... kinky people?" he replied, not dropping a beat, as if that liquid courage was taking hold and he was testing the waters for something.
"I feel that's what you want me to tell you, am I wrong?" I was now flirting. He could tell and it didn't seem to bother him.
"Maybe..."
"Well then... should I be pulling out my wallet now or later?"
Luca laughed, muttered a "fuck" under his breath, taking another short sip, wiping his beautifully full bottom lip.
"I won't say a word," he assured me with the lips sealed gesture.
"We thank you for your discretion," I teasingly replied. He was cute. He was fun, despite his shy demeanor. His level of intensifying comfort was endearing. He cleared his throat.
"Can I ask you a question, now?"
"I mean, I'm three or four in, it's about time you caught up," I answered, my lips curling into a flirtatious smile. He had caught it.
"What would be the chances of... uh..."
"Well don't shy up on me now, Luca, you were doing so well."
"Of me... joining the two of you for drinks sometime before I leave?" he simply asked, his leg shaking a bit. What a courageous boy. I enjoyed his boldness. Fuck was he cute. I actually caught myself biting my lip just as tad. The fucker noticed.
"Would that be a yes?" he breathed out.
"Just... drinks, huh?"
Now he was the one biting his lip, looking down for a moment before looking at me again.
"Hopefully not," he replied. I was about to say something when Rachel appeared behind me, her hand on my back startling me a bit.
"I see the party has moved over here," Rachel exclaimed, gazing upon Luca, holding both our towels and my book. I could tell she was already eating him up. I handed her a semi melted tequila sunrise, apologetically.
"It seems so. Rachel, this is Luca. Luca, this is my wife, Rachel," I played coy.
"It's nice to meet you, Luca," my wife was using that soft flirty voice already. Poor guy. His blush had increased.
