Note from author- This is not a true portrayal of events and certainly never happened.
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What I did on my vacation by Kaley Cuoco aged 33.
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Mexico, 2019.
It had been a mix of intense sunshine and tropical rain all day as I made my way through a mosaic of fallen leaves on the well trodden path. A peacock made a caw, caw sound as I paused to take a swig of water. The humidity was high but bearable as I continued to a clearing where I found what I was looking for. It was a secluded hut with a thatched roof that offered some scrumptious and off beat refreshments. Los Angeles was only four and a half hours away but it seemed like I had arrived in paradise.
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It had been Gwyneth Paltrow who had told me of the dazzling Yucatan peninsula with its ancient temples, tropical jungles and deserted beaches. Not to mention countless drop dead gorgeous males looking for a good time. My new husband, Karl Cook and I had made no secret of our unconventional marriage. Domestic bliss isn't about being together all the time and in fact we spent a lot of the time apart. Not only that but we had agreed early on in our relationship that if either of us fancied a bit on the side we should go for it. Having wound up work on the last episode of 'The Big Bang Theory' I had decided to have a 'gap' year from acting and live a little. The Riviera Maya pivoted upon Playa del Carmen forty miles due south of Cancun and the night life was full on. Gwyneth had informed me that thousands of American's descended on the Riviera at this time of the year to drink, dance and fuck. Music to my ears!
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I had landed in Mexico two days before from LAX, flying with United on flight 233 and landing at Cancun International Airport at six in the evening. As I walked out of the airport I wasn't ready for the heat which hit me like a wall. I hired a cab for the remaining twenty minute ride and I checked into the Hyatt Zilara Cancun, an exclusive adults only property on Blvd Kukulkan. I didn't want to be around families and children on this trip. The young concierge showed me my room which had a breathtaking view of the Caribbean. I had chosen the presidential suite in the penthouse and was most impressed with the 1000 square foot room. It came with an equipped kitchenette, a terrace with furniture and hammock, and a spa bath. As I planned a four week stay I needed the luxury. The rest of the hotel boasted of scuba diving lessons and wine tasting classes and had six specialty restaurants and five bars. The bellhop joined us with my luggage and he immediately caught my eye.
"Just there thanks," I told him as I checked out his build and features.
He looked to be in his twenties with dark brown hair and long lashes. I could tell that under his uniform of white jacket and black pants he was fit and ripped, and I made a mental note to myself to check him out at a later date. I tipped the two guys and they left me and I stripped off and flopped naked onto the king sized bed. I felt exhausted from the journey and the softness of the bed and the downy pillows sent me off into a well earned nap. Later, after luxuriating in a bubble bath, I called room service and ordered dinner. The same good looking bellhop from earlier returned with a trolley of food and drink.
"Wow, everything looks so lovely. What is there?"
I looked at the guy's name tag which read Christian. I sat cross legged on the edge of my bed in just a fluffy white bath robe and a towel around my hair in a turban style.
"This is Birria, very popular in Guadalajara."
He pointed to a small bowl of hot brown meat and I sniffed in the welcome aroma.
"A spicy meat stew marinated in a chili based broth. And we have some pambazo Mexican white bread to go with it."
He spread his hands as he went on and I surveyed all of the enticing dishes.
"Pozole, a dish made from hominy with shredded cabbage, sliced radish and lime. That is a torta sandwich called torta ahogada which is marinated and fried pork I, dunked in a tomato sauce and seasoned with spices."
"Dunked."
The way he said dunked in his Spanish accent made me shiver with and I felt a strong desire to toss him onto the bed and jump his bones!
"Si senora, dunked. And to drink we have Michelada. A beer cocktail with corona beer, clamato, lime juice and Worchester Shire sauce."
"Yummy," I said as I removed the towel around my head and shook out my damp hair. "Pour me a glass."
Christian nodded as I went back onto the bed and rested on my elbow. His accent was kind of nasal and as he spoke his nostrils flared which made me smile. As he leaned over with my drink I reached out and accidently, on purpose let my right breast pop out of my robe. I made no immediate move to cover myself and let the virile looking guy get a good look. I had a fantasy moment as I imagined pulling his pants down and grabbing hold of his stiff cock and sucking him off.
"If there is anything I can help you with just call."
Somewhat flustered he turned this way and that and headed for the door.
"Oh I will, you can bet on that."
Christian had blushed as his eyes lingered on my bared boob and I found his shyness rather cute. Yes, I would be definitely be calling in his services before the trip was over. I went back to the bathroom and shrugged off my robe and looked at my reflection in the full length mirror. Not too shabby I thought as I looked at my captivating curvy tits and ass. I had shaved off my pubes and my Mons looked rather plump and pronounced without the hair. I brushed out my long blonde hair and dreamed of things to come.
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I woke early on the second day and joined a private bus party that planned to take myself and several other guests down the shoreline to Playa del Carmen. Run by two twin brothers, Raul and Saul, Experiencias Maya supplied numerous coach parties in the area. Apparently they were both on the Olympic swimming team that finished in last place in Rio, 2016. We left at dawn to avoid crowds and the crushing heat of the mid afternoon. I noted a tall looking guy among the others who sat by himself at the back and studied a large map that he had spread out. His head was an untidy mop of curly brown hair and his eyeglasses kept shifting down his nose as he traced out a line on the map.
"Kind of cute, I guess."
I took out my cell phone and listened to some music until we arrived in bright sunshine and got out to take our first look at our new home for the next two days. The Hotel Esencia had an interesting history and had once been the private home of an Italian duchess. Gwyneth had stayed here as well as Uma Thurman and both had gushed about its isolated location and lovely staff. White sand beaches were all around and bordered by the jungle canopy which was home apparently to Yucatan jays, golden orioles and iguanas. The bus left us at the two storey main house around which footpaths lead to the forty suites. I hit the beachfront bar right away and ordered a much needed Corona beer which barely touched the sides I was so dry. My gaze followed the flight of a pelican in the warm sea breeze and as my eyes moved the guy from the bus came into focus.
"Oh, hi. How are you? I'm Kaley. Beer?"
"Hello and thanks. I'm George. Are you American?"
I was a little taken aback when he failed to recognise me but hey, that was the purpose of my getting away from it all.
"Yeah, from California actually. You?"
He took a swig from the bottle of beer and adjusted his spectacles.
"English. I'm here on a study trip to locate the ancient Maya ruins. The site of Chichen Itza is supposed to be close by here. It's most exciting."
I was vaguely aware of the ancient culture of Mexico and the famous pyramid but I wasn't here for a history lesson.
"Great. I also hear that there is a hidden gem of a burger joint somewhere in the jungle. Isn't that cool?"
"I suppose so."
I wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was from England and was shy and reserved, or if his aloofness was just his way of letting me know he wasn't interested.
"So, George. You got a girl back in England?"
I sipped on my second beer and looked him in the eye.
"No. I...I have to go."
"Right. Catch you later."
George hurried off, almost kicking his stool over in his haste. Got it. He must be gay. I finished my beer and I found my room which was known as a jungle suite. A nice, quiet room that encircled the tropical gardens, it had a spacious all-white bathroom and double tub.. Mine also had a king sized bed with a private outdoor terrace. I stripped down to bra and panties and stood on the terrace and relaxed as the sun went down. I happened to glance across the way to see a silhouetted figure about to take a shower in the suite opposite.
"Huh."
It was none other than George and he was totally naked as he went about preparing for a wash. As he moved into the light of his bathroom I got a free shot at his bared physique, not to mention his exposed manhood. My hand went to my mouth in awe. George was well endowed and even in it's dormant state his dick looked enormous! Intrigued and horny I looked on with big eyes just as a few raindrops began to fall. I retreated to just inside my room as George stepped into the running stream of the shower and began to soap up his body. As he got more animated in his cleaning his cock went from flaccid to fully erect in a matter of seconds. He had a lean body with long shanks and narrow hips, but my gaze was fixed firmly on his upstanding flagpole.
'Fuck me, George. Who would have thought?"
I unhooked my bra and dropped it just inside the door. My boobs popped out and I cupped them both, smiling to myself on one of the best things I ever did. My enhancement. George had now placed one hand on the shower wall as he jerked his cock with the other. I concentrated on pinching and flicking my sensitive nipples and imagined my husband Karl was standing beside me. As I grew hotter I slipped my panties over my hips with a wiggle and then drew them down over my bottom. As George moaned in the distance I rubbed my pussy, fantasizing that it was Karl sliding his fingers in and out from behind me.
