It was the Spring Break of my senior year of high school. I was 18 years of age and having the time of my life. Cancun seems to be a modern-day Mecca for beautiful women and alcohol providers. I was staying at the cost-efficient Marivel Grande on the strip in Cancun. My room wasn't much to write home about, but the view was most excellent.
The hotel is made up of condos. Each group of condos was about 20 feet away from the next. On my first night, I had no luck with the women. All of them seemed to be to eager to do activities (snorkeling, scuba diving, ect), but this one girl caught my eye. She was definitely a college student, maybe 20 years old. She was a sultry 5'6, with brownish hair (highlighted of course, as all girls had in Cancun) and a tan that would stop a train. Her breasts we're stunning in the white bikini she almost always wore.
I had first seen her at the disco at my hotel, she was dancing so incredibly provocatively that almost every guy needed to sit down to abstain from the embarrassment of showing the buldge in their shorts. Every man she walked past would stare at her chest on incoming and her shapely posterior as she passed. I was in the true phase of love at first sight; lust.
The second night, I was at a dance club on the strip and I saw her again. She once again the most beautiful girl in the club, and I (having downed 5 shots of Tequila) had the courage to go talk to her.
Approaching her I said, "Hey there, I noticed you at my hotel, how are you enjoying Cancun."
She replied, "Oh, I love it! So much to see and do, it's amazing."
Continuing the conversation, I said, "So what is your favorite thing to do?"
She caught me off guard with her response, "Drink! It's a party 24/7 here, I am just so afraid of the Mexican men here."
Our small talk continued, then I asked her to dance. We danced for a while, then I lost touch of her and didn't see her for the rest of the night.
The next night I was back in the Disco at my resort, trying to get with a couple of the other good looking women at there, when I noticed the girls that had caught my eye in the first place stumbling out of the hotel. She was walking on to the street. She could barely stand up.
I walked over to her and said, "Hey again, are you alright?"
In a very slurred speech she replied, "No, I need to go to the bathroom, I'm going to puke."
So I picked her up and together we stumbled back to my condo. We were in the bathroom and she was throwing up while I held her hair out of her face. The whole experience bothered me, I could only imagine what could have happened to her had I not been there.