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?"