It was the summer of 1993 and I had just graduated from medical school a few weeks earlier. After years of not being able to have a vacation, I was looking forward to this. One week in Cabo, all by myself!
To others, being alone on vacation might have sounded daunting but this was just what I was looking for. I needed time away from people and hectic schedules, where I could relax and recharge before I began my residency in two weeks. I'd saved up for this vacation for some months and I was determined to enjoy it, even if I didn't have a significant other to share the beautiful place with. Medical school did not allow much time for romance, after all!
I'd checked in at the resort that morning and had just arrived at the beach. My oh my, I couldn't believe how amazing the view was! The beach had sugary, white sand, and warm, crystal clear blue waters. It was a far cry from my hometown of Lincoln. It seemed like I'd made the right choice in splurging at this resort. It was truly heavenly! It was beautiful and private, away from the throngs of beachgoers that flocked the Mexican Riviera.
The beach was almost deserted except for a delicious male specimen on a lounge chair a few feet from me. He had a beach hat on and dark shades, so I couldn't get a good view of his face. But from what I could see of his body, it was amazing! He had great, tanned chest and abs that were matted with dark hair, and tight black shorts that left nothing to the imagination.
I started to get self-conscious in my bikini. It had been a long time since I'd worn one and being cooped up indoors most of the time did not help! I was definitely very untanned, and now was the perfect time to do something about it.
I sat myself on one of the lounge chairs and started to rub some tanning lotion on my body. I started with my arms, stomach, and then my legs. I was just starting to reach for my back when the man asked, "Can I help you with that?" It was very cliché, but why not?
"Sure, why not?" I said, voicing out my thoughts with a smile.
I settled on my stomach as he came over and sat on the side of my chair. I briefly thought about how it was such a shame that I couldn't see his eyes before I was overwhelmed by his nearness. He was so tall and male and virile. I started to get excited when I felt his leg brush my hip.
I closed my eyes and a tingle ran down my spine straight down to my center when he untied the back of my bikini top. It was all I could do to stop myself from moaning when he started to rub my shoulders with the lotion. It was sort of embarrassing to become putty at the hands of this stranger but I couldn't help it. Maybe it was because it had been quite a while since I'd had sex, or maybe because he was so damn hot, I didn't know. I felt his hands on my sides, almost cupping my breasts, and I couldn't hold back. I moaned.
His hands rubbed my back, down to my hips, buttocks, and the back of my thighs. It was more than just applying lotion. It felt like an erotic massage, and I wondered if he could smell the juices seemingly dripping from my pussy.
All too soon, he tied the strings of my bikini top back together and stood up in a rush.
"There you go," he said. "Enjoy the beach!" And just like that, he was gone before I could even get out of my daze and open my eyes.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" I thought to myself. "What the heck was that?"
Here I was, extremely aroused, and the darned man had practically just ran away from me. I found it hard to believe that a seemingly confident male would make such a quick exit in such a circumstance, but I couldn't dwell on it. I was too horny and frustrated. I figured I might as well go swimming.
***
I was still reeling from my experience at the beach this morning. After swimming for a good half hour, I'd gone to my room and touched myself, thinking about the man with the sunglasses. But even after cumming twice, I still couldn't stop thinking about him. I wondered who he was and why he'd left so quickly. I certainly hoped it wasn't because he found me hideous or something like that. Everyone told me I was pretty, and the crazy thing is, I believed them. I might not have been tanned, but I was tall, with dark brown hair and I was curvy in all the right places.
After sunset, I decided to have dinner at one of the resort's restaurants. Being alone sort of did put a little damper on things, as I was the only one without a partner. It seemed all the people on the resort were on their honeymoon!
I tried to not let the loneliness get to me as I finished my dinner of shrimp and salad. I decided to explore the huge resort after, and found a bar near an amazing pool. There were about a dozen people in the area and I felt a couple of the men checking me out. I was dressed in a short, olive green, empire-cut evening dress that exposed just the right amount of cleavage. It was sexy yet classy. I wasn't particularly trying to attract anyone, but I thought it would just be too bad if I scared more men away tonight!
I was halfway done with my favorite cocktail, aptly named Sex on the Beach, and making small talk with the female bartender when I felt someone take the stool next to me.
"Hello, Mr. Brosnan," the bartender said. "The usual?"
I whipped my head to the right, and my jaw just dropped. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.
"Yes, please," he said to the bartender with a smile, before turning to me.
"I'm sorry I ran off earlier. I wasn't even able to introduce myself."
My mouth was still open. It was very embarrassing actually. I was unable to say anything, and all the while my mind was screaming, "Oh my God! Are you kidding me?! Pierce Brosnan?!"
Who didn't know him after all? What woman in her right mind hasn't drooled over him? He certainly had a starring role in some of my adolescent fantasies! But it wasn't the fact that he was sitting beside me that had me totally stunned. It was Pierce Brosnan who massaged lotion on my back! Oh my God. No wonder I was putty in his hands! Duh, he was only one of the sexiest men alive!
I swallowed and composed myself, giving him a nervous smile as the bartender handed him his drink.
"That's okay, Mr. Brosnan," I said.
"Please, call me Pierce," he said.
"Monica," I told him my name.
"Would you like to get out of here and go for a walk, Monica?"
"I'd like that," I told him with a shy smile.