As I got off the plane in lovely coastal Mexico, I was glad that I was with my fiancé. We heard a few rumblings about this little known fishing village in southern Mexico, so we decided to go for it. I looked around in disbelief as we drove through the incredible mountain range of the Sierra Madre and soon we could see the azure blue Pacific. Things couldn't be better. Or could they?
We grabbed a taxi back to our reserved bungalow by the bay heading through a quaint village filled with markets and shops. All looked inviting. We pulled into the bungalow courtyard, and were escorted into the main office/welcoming area. We secured the reservation, took care of the business and walked around gazing at the unique Spanish/Mexican architecture. There was a small open courtyard at the end of the walk complete with a coffee cantina/bar and a great view of the Pacific. We smiled and walked on.
We took a seat on one of the benches and watched as a few people were having their pre-siesta coffees conversing aimlessly. As I looked over to the groups, I stared in amazement. I quickly turned my head to act as if I did not look. For what I saw, I could not fathom. I took a quick double take as I looked back over to the sitting group. There was a woman with sandy blond hair and sunglasses trying to look inconspicuous, but her pout lips and her vocal delivery instantly gave her away to me. It was none other than actress Helen Hunt.
She sat with two people, one of which looked like a friend and her husband judging by the close proximity that they shared. They mumbled over a past vacation in Europe as I could not help myself but to eavesdrop. I did not look over and my fiancé apparently did not notice, but as the conversation rolled on there was no mistaking this Academy Award winning actress. I tried to keep my cool and not stare unnecessarily toward the group. They bantered on when suddenly the thought rapped me...if they are in this courtyard they must be staying in the same villa. My heart sped in my chest as I tried to focus on the mundane conversation. It made sense to me though as I knew we were in a location that most tourists don't have a clue about, so what better place to go to ensure privacy. My luck was running pretty high right about now.
As they finished up their boring discussion, they discussed what they were going to do for the rest of the afternoon. Helen's friend revealed their intentions to go to the playas (beach) which was scantly inhabited. Her husband insisted that he was going to play a round of golf a local course. They got up, pushed in their chairs and headed back into the rear part of the villa. Helen wore a light robe-like top. As she walked out I could see she already had her swimsuit on underneath from the look of her beautiful bare tan legs. Her friend also had a cover top on with a swimsuit on underneath. My curiosity now ran rampant.
"Let's go check out our room," my fiancé said smiling and pushing me to go. We got up and headed back the same way. I watched as Helen and her group turned right. As we turned left, I noted the doors that that both were unlocking. I turned quickly and chatted with my fiancé to shrug off any suspicion . We were just a few doors down from them in Room #9. We unlocked our bungalow and stepped inside. It was gorgeous - old Mexican style with a great look at the bay. We laughed and decided to hit the beach after we unpacked. I was still reeling from the thought that we were staying in the same villa as this famous Hollywood moviestar. I quickly changed my clothes and got into my swim trunks. The beach was simply just outside our villa, so we grabbed our towels and headed out.
It was a picture perfect day as the deep blue Pacific lapped up against the white sands. There was no one on this beach since it was the property of our villa. We dropped our towels and both laid down exhausted from the flight. I closed my eyes and gently floated off in the four o'clock sun.
I awoke to a few different voices. I looked around in a sunny daze. My fiancé was talking with a few beachgoers I suspected. I got up and looked over to her target audience and suddenly I looked away again surprised by the situation. My fiancé was conversing with Helen and her friend who where sitting just 15 feet away from us.
"Robert, this is Helen and her friend Rachel...they're from California," said my fiancé Sherry. I nodded my head respectfully toward both of them smiling.
"Hi Robert," said both women as Rachel fed me a little wave. Helen smiled.
Both women looked incredible. Helen wore a sky blue sleek one piece swimsuit. Her body was already significantly tan. Rachel wore a skimpy gold bikini hiding few of a great body. Both wore sunglasses.
"So have you guys gone out around here?" Rachel asked.
"No, we just arrived today, so tonight we will have to see," Sherry replied.
"We have heard of a few places...," Helen said to Rachel.
I watched as they discussed a few things and then seemed to smile and stare at us. We were pretty hot specimens ourselves. Sherry is a supple 26 year old brunette with a great body. She wore her signature blue bikini which she looked stupendous in. I am a fit 29 year old with brown hair and blue eyes. I was wearing a pair of khaki swimshorts which contrasted well with my tight abdominal rack. I smiled back.
We chatted on for a little while and actually engaged in some intelligent conversation when I realized that my fiancé didn't recognize Helen, she would have led on to me by now if she knew she was in the presence of such a celebrity. I also think Helen believed that both of us didn't recognize her and she was visibly pleased by it. It must be comforting just to hang out without the onslaught of paparazzi and media. I continued to act as if this was no big deal rolling over to take in some more sun.
I felt Sherry grab me to get moving. "Let's go," she said. I slowly got up watching the response of the other two women. Both were laying on their backs. They smiled and acknowledged our leaving.
"Great to meet you," I said walking by the two women. "Maybe we will meet up again," I said curiously surveying their response.
"Sounds good," Rachel said now peering over her sunglasses. "Maybe we could hit the cantina for a few margaritas later." Helen subtly nodded her head in agreement.
"O.K., what time were you thinking about?" Sherry inquired.
"After dinner, say around 10:00?"
"it actually is pretty private with a great atmosphere, Mexican guitar players and a few natives - we try to avoid big tourist crowds," Helen said looking over to her friend to make sure the accommodations were adequate. Rachel quickly nodded her head.
"See you then," I said trying anxiously to hide my growing sense of excitement. I kept it cool on the exterior as we began to stride away toward the local villa.
"They seem to be pretty nice," my fiancé said to me waiting for my response.
"Yeah, it will be fun to hang out with a few gringos tonight to get the scoop on the area," I said. She acquiesced.
We entered the villa and dropped for a siesta. As Sherry looked fast asleep exhausted from the flight, I got up and got a drink. I finished as I thought out what was to occur. I wrote a note to Sherry which said I was going to walk into town an be back before 7. Having everything I needed I quietly walked out the door. This villa was very secluded which greatly contributed to the fact that there was no one in sight. I slowly walked up to the ridge over the beach and saw what I was hoping, Helen and her friend still out there basking in the dwindling sun.
I quickly turned and headed back to the villas. I navigated my way back to the small courtyard moving toward the right villas, the ones in which Helen was staying in. Cautiously yet cool I walked past Rachel's door number 7 and went a few steps forward taking a quick look around. I slowly turned the old hand-crafted knob and felt the spring of the latch, opening it and quickly making my way inside. Signs were posted and we had heard rumors that everybody leaves their door open here with many doors having no locks. This made this much easier.
I closed the door behind me and glanced around the room. Helen's room was quite neat. All of her clothes were put away and two suitcases and an empty wine bottle were the only items visible of personal belongings. I began to open the closets. There was one large one which Helen had obviously used and a smaller one which was empty to the left of the room. Both were louvered. I smiled and headed back to the front of the bungalow to the front portal window. I sat back looking at the position of the two ladies. After 15 minutes or so, I turned my head to see both women shaking out their towels. My pulse began to race as I made my way back to the small closet. I closed the door behind me and began to adjust the louvers so that I could have a preferable view. My heart continued to speed as I anxiously waited. The thought of getting caught was not in the least of my mind at this time. Now, I thought about seeing an incredibly beautiful Hollywood actress not knowing I was watching.
I twinged when I began to hear chatting voices and next the turn of the antiquated knob. It quickly creaked open.
"Be back in an hour, see you," I heard the familiar voice and then the closing of the door. I looked out but could not see anything in. I was located in the garden bedroom apart from the front lounge section. Now I thought I would be able to hear a pin drop thinking I could actually hear my heart pounding above all. Then I heard footsteps which steadily gained in volume and less echo. The next thing I knew was that I was staring at the lovely actress as she made her way in brushing the sand out of her hair looking great in that high cut sky blue one piece. She began to look in a few drawers and then the mirror brushing out the remaining bits of sand. I marveled at her incredible 35 year old physique, a nice toned chest and abs and a spectacular ass.
My body cringed as I saw her then reach up and begin to move aside the one-piece straps. First one, then the other. I had a clear view of her from the back as she faced the mirror and another view of the reflection showing her chest. She pulled the straps down further exposing her supple breasts and back. With one quick motion, she pulled the one piece down over her hips and off. My cock jumped as I now could see the unthinkable...Helen Hunt's bare ass. It was perfect. I could easily make out the sweet tanlines in which there were two sets. One was from the one piece and due to the high cut nature the other had to be a thong. I shuddered as I began to slowly take out my rising 8" member. After fiddling with something on her bureau, she turned around and walked toward me. I slightly cowered and then stood my ground now stoking my thick cock to this incredible show. Her breasts stood out well with the tan. These natural beauties looked close enough to touch me as she approached. Next, I fixated on her absolutely cute pussy. I felt a few drops of precum as I peered on. Her pussy was auburn colored trimmed very close in a tight V shape. She had completely shaved under her love button. Her pussy contrasted perfectly with her dark tanline.
