"Here you are, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?" The waiter had just set down one of the foo foo drinks, you know, one of those ones with an umbrella in it.
Steve pushed his sunglasses onto his forehead and looked at the waiter. "No, I'm good right at the moment. Thank you though."
"As you wish." The waiter left leaving Steve to lounge on the beach undisturbed. Steven Halbert, or Steve as he preferred, had just graduated college with a MBA. It was a long hard road to complete the BS degree and then the MBA. He decided to treat himself to a break and decided to spend it on a quiet beach in Mexico. The resort was not one that was commonly visited by tourists as it was off the beaten track. But it was highly rated as an idyllic getaway. And he needed time. Between school and his recent breakup with his girlfriend, he was exhausted.
Tina Lassiter was a girl that he met while still in high school. They were inseparable, or so he thought. But as they progressed through college, their interests and especially their career choices began to diverge. It was obvious that they were going to go their separate ways. They stayed together until graduation and then mutually agreed that it was time to part ways. Steve had accepted a job offer back in his home town. Tina's career choice led her to New York City and the world of high finance. He hoped that they would remain friends. But time will tell.
Steve took a sip of his Piña Colada and proceeded to stick the umbrella in his nose. 'Stupid damn thing. Why do they insist on using these' he thought to himself as he tossed it on the table next to him. He gazed out over the ocean that was stretched out before him. Life was good. It was his plan to spend a week at the resort, recovering and enjoying himself, before returning home and starting the new job.
The resort was small and the beach was rather expansive. So it was easy to find places to stretch out without bumping into people every two feet. Though there were a number of women that enhanced the scenery quiet well. The resort was advertised as an adult only destination. So that meant that there weren't any kids running around making noise. But it also meant that some of the adults dressed a little skimpier than a typical family resort. In fact, he had seen a few women wearing Wicked Weasel bathing suits. He had heard about them and seen their web site. And, to his amazement, the web site was true to their word. He could see that the sheerness of the material left nothing to the imagination. More than once Steve's penis reacted to the view.
Steve had closed his eyes and was enjoying the warm weather when he heard someone shuffle the lounge chair that was a few feet away. Looking over, he saw that a woman wearing a black bikini was draping a towel over the chair. He watched as she rubbed some suntan lotion onto her arms, then her stomach and finally her legs. Her face was obscured by a pair of sunglasses with large round lenses and a floppy hat that covered the top of her head. As she sat down and reclined in the chair, Steve was able to see that she had a very fine figure. The top of her bikini covered what appeared to him to be 'C' or maybe small 'D' breasts. Perfect size, Steve thought, a hand would nicely cup each one. Not too small and not too big. Her briefs were more like panties and covered her mid-section in a more conservative manner.
He watched as her abdomen rose and fell as she breathed. He judged her to be in her late twenties or maybe early thirties. He saw that her wedding ring finger was bare. Steve turned his head back and thought that the woman next to him was indeed very attractive. But he was here to recharge before heading back into the real world.
After about another half hour, Steve figured it was time to head back to his room and get ready for some dinner. The woman near him apparently had similar thoughts as she stood up. Facing Steve, she removed her hat and sunglasses. She was beginning to bend over to reach for the towel when Steve thought he recognized the woman.
"Miss Sanders? Is that you?"
The woman stood up and looked directly at Steve. There was a momentary pause until the woman recognized the man that had called out her name. "Steve? Steve Halbert? My god, it's been years."
Steve stood up and approached her. "Miss Sanders, I am surprised to run into you here. How are you doing?"
Steve remembered Miss Sanders. She was a World History teacher at the high school he attended. He remembered that the only reason he was able to get through her class was to look at her and imagine her naked. She always dressed in mid-calf length skirts or slacks. Her blouses were always buttoned to the top and she kept her hair tied up in a bun or a pony tail. He thought that she was a beautiful woman and imagined that she was hiding a gorgeous body underneath all the clothes. Now, here she was, standing just a few feet away in a bikini that allowed him to confirm that she does have a very nice body.
"I'm doing well, Steve. And you?"
"I'm good. I finished my MBA a couple of weeks ago. Tina and I have parted ways and I figured this would be a great place to be for a week before heading back to town and starting work. How about you?"
"I'm sorry to hear about you and Tina. She's a fantastic girl and I figured that you two would eventually be married."
Steve smiled at the thought of Tina and him as a couple. They had given their virginities to each other. Their sex lives expanded while they were in college and became quite adventurous.
"Yeah, well" Steve replied "she wanted what New York City offered her for her career and I wanted to return home. So it was mutual and hopefully we'll be able to remain friends. Are you still teaching?"
Erica smiled and replied "Oh yes. Classes ended last week. And, I still have students who don't pay attention and all but fall asleep in class. Kind of like you." A knowing grin broke out on her face.
Steve's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He figured that Miss Sanders never knew that he wasn't totally paying attention. "Umm, well. Yeah. Sorry."
Erica laughed. "Don't worry. It was my first year of teaching out of college. So I thought it was something I was doing or not doing. Turns out it wasn't all my fault. It's just a dry topic. That's all. Since then, I've found some creative ways to teach the class. I think you'd like it now and wouldn't be so inclined to want to nap."
Steve could feel his stomach growl and grumble. Not wanting this conversation to end, "Miss Sanders,"
"Please, call me Erica."
"Erica, I was going to go up to my room and shower then see about some find some food. Would you like to join me for dinner? I'd love to catch up with you."
Erica beamed at the idea. She had come down to Mexico for rest and relaxation as well as to recover a little. She broke off her engagement to a man that was nice enough to her, but put her second to his career. She needed more from a relationship.
"Steve, I would like that very much."
Steve could feel his heart skip a beat. Here was a woman that he lusted after in high school and she was going to be his dinner date. He looked forward to the opportunity to talk with her as an adult to an adult rather than student to teacher.
"Great! I'm in room 512. How about if I meet you in the lobby in, say, an hour?"
"Funny, I'm in room 505. Just down the hall. An hour sounds good." Erica replied feeling a joy inside her. She had always thought that Steve was actually a smart student who just didn't apply himself all the time. He always came across to her as personable and not arrogant or belligerent like a lot of his class mates were.
They each gathered their belongings and headed for the hotel entrance. They chatted a little about high school as they made their way to the elevators, eventually stepping out on the 5th floor.
Steve turned to Erica, "I am so glad that I ran into you. I'm really looking forward to dinner."
Erica stood before Steve, thinking that standing before her was a former student that she hadn't seen since he left high school and had become successful in college. She could feel her pulse quicken as she felt a slight yearning for this man.
"I am too, Steve. I am too."
"See you in an hour then."
"Yep. I'll meet you in the lobby as you suggested."
