The first time I saw Kate Upton on my Costa Rican vacation was when I first checked in. I was signing a form at the front desk of the hotel -- and I would have handed the pen back to the clerk if she didn't show up.
"Oh, sorry!" she spoke, once she realized she was technically cutting in front of me. "It's okay, I can wait." However, once I saw her in her white t-shirt and shorts -- both of which were fairly low cut -- I knew it'd be a while before I actually did something.
At least until I dropped the pen on the ground. But that resulted in Kate bending down in front of me -- in that low cut t-shirt -- so no harm done. Then again, that might change if I didn't move anytime soon.
I recovered enough to finish signing my form, then stepped aside before I knew any better. By the time Kate thanked me and started talking to the clerk, I knew my window of opportunity to do more than drool at her had shut.
At least until the second time I saw Kate Upton.
After the first time, I really needed to check in, relax and get lots of ice -- for various reasons. When I ran out of the first batch, I went to the nearest ice machine. It turned out Kate found her way there five seconds later.
"Oh, you're kidding!" she beat me to saying. At least she sounded more amazed than annoyed. That was enough to make me say a few words.
"All right, you go ahead of me this time," I offered, taking away my half full ice bucket. "We'll call it even." Right -- the ideal first words to say to the hottest and most busty model in North America.
Well, the smile she gave me told me it was.
Kate filled up her bucket, taking it away right before a few spare ice cubes came out. "I got it," I sprang up, loving the irony of picking something up for her this time.
Bending down to pick up ice cubes didn't give her a view of anything...special. I could only see her bare legs from this angle, which still wasn't too bad. In any case, I dropped those spare pieces of ice into her bucket without a problem.
"Thanks. Now we really are even," Kate quipped. I chuckled, although now I actually had to say parting words this time.
"Cool. Till the next line we're in, then," I spouted out, turning red on the inside if nowhere else. Kate still laughed and nodded, so I took that as my cue to leave while I was ahead. Needless to say, I paid a few more visits to the ice machine that day.
The next day was encounter No. 3, which was even less planned than the first two. I was walking down the beach early in the morning, enjoying the scenery and getting my mind off the...scenery I dreamed about last night.
Which would have been easy, if I didn't stop in front of the side of a hill, look over and see that scenery posing on the beach.
I had walked far enough to stumble my way near a beachside photo shoot. Well, what else would Kate Upton be doing there? Still, I imagined seeing it in person was different from seeing the end result in a magazine. Even if there wasn't as much privacy here -- and even if I was too far away to see much of anything.
From what I could make out, the little bitty material over her chest and ass was red. It got easier to see when she got up and went over to the water. Once she was ankle deep inside, she went on her knees and even stayed in position when the tiny waves crashed into her back, right as the pictures snapped.
If I didn't leave after seeing that, I would never have the strength. Then the yelling, arrest for trespassing and restraining orders would likely come. That would sure be some vacation.
This one calmed down a little when I got back to the lobby. I did need a nap after getting up early, walking around so much this morning -- and being so busy in my dreams. However, I didn't remember anything from the dreams I had in the lobby.
Which was just as well, considering who woke me.
"Why the hell?" I reacted, before remembering I was making a scene in a hotel lobby with Kate Upton. She was now in a flowery sundress instead of a red two piece, which only helped a little.
"Probably because you had a long night. Or an early morning," Kate told me.
"Oh. Um, what makes you think that?" I feared I'd live to regret asking.
"I had a photo shoot on the beach today. For a minute, I thought I saw someone watching me. Someone who wasn't from the crew," Kate shared. "I thought I saw something on his shirt, though. Kind of looked like...that thing."
Kate pointed to the Philadelphia Eagles logo on my shirt. It appeared they could even ruin my life in another country too. "Oh...odd," was all I had. "There wasn't anything more...pervy about him, right? I mean, if he left right away, he couldn't have been that bad."
"I caught him just before he left. For all I know, he could have been stalking me all morning," Kate proposed.
"Or walked too far on a morning stroll by accident. That's...plausible," I cringed, knowing full well it wasn't, despite being the truth.
"Well, the shoot did go well. And I keep running into this guy for some reason. So I'm in a good enough mood to take a leap of faith," Kate said, giving me a few leaps as well.
"Oh. Okay, that sounds wise. And accurate. I mean, I'm sure the shoot did go well. At least five minutes of it," I brought myself to admit.
"Thanks. Just keep it between us, until the pictures are ready for the Internet. Okay?" Kate asked.
"Done and done," I began to relax.
It got more relaxing with the more time Kate stuck around, which I didn't expect -- more because of me than her. Nevertheless, she talked a bit about her shoot, how she was staying for an extra day, and other upcoming projects. But she didn't just talk about herself, as she let me get in words about how I was just taking a normal vacation. Of course, it was hardly normal now.
Sadly, Kate soon got called away on business. Yet given our luck, I was less certain that we wouldn't run into each other again. She said she hoped so, although since she was just getting into acting, who knows if she was saying that as an exercise.
Still, her eyes looked truthful -- or maybe they were too blue and sexy, and better to get caught looking at than her giant tits. Either way, I felt convinced. Plus the kiss she gave me on the cheek before going away helped.
