Playa Azul, Michoacan, Mexico.
Walking down the Andador Turistico, holding hands. They stopped at a small estanquillo and asked for a couple of cold beers. They seated on the sole table on the sidewalk, covered with a beach umbrella, enjoying a fresh breeze coming from the sea in the early summer days.
The streets were mostly empty because it was low season, and several local businesses were looking forward to the high season that was to officially start in 2 more weeks.
This made the location the most desirable, as they had not to fight and bear the multitude of tourists trying to get a tan and eat lots of seafood. They managed to slip away from the frantic professional life they had back home, away from the cloistering of the last months.
During the flight, they had been holding hands, making small talk, and at times discussing their plans for the future. When everybody was absorbed watching the in-flight movie or napping, they arranged a small blanket over their laps and touched each other discretely, she reaching to his fly, unzipping it, and thrusting her hand inside his breeches. He sliding his hand under her shorts by the leg and rubbing and caressing her crotch. Both noticeably flushed when the plane touched the ground.
After a quick taxi ride from the airport, they had arrived at a beachfront bungalow he had rented for them, for the whole week. The blue ocean with white-crested waves crashing softly on the beach. The fine gray sand, compacted by the warm water. The other bungalows were vacant, waiting for the massive influx of visitors in a few more days.
A Queen bed in the middle of the bedroom, adjacent to a living room adorned with a sofa and a comfy chair, and a small breakfast table with four chairs on the other side, close to a panoramic window and door giving access to the beach, and a small kitchenette on the far end. The bathroom connected to the bedroom contained a modern shower booth and an oval bathtub wide enough to accommodate two persons next to it.
She loved the bungalow. It had been a long time since they had the opportunity to go on an intimate vacation, and both were excited about the prospects of being alone for a few days, away from prying eyes, nosy neighbors, and other business.
After they noon stroll through the town, they came back to the bungalow. The AC giving a refreshing feeling after traversing the warm and humid streets. They quickly changed into their bathing suits and went to the beachfront.
Her bathing suit conforming to her exquisite curves, combining the appeal and practicality of a two-piece within a one-piece, leaving her belly and back uncovered, showcasing geometric patterns in black and white, red, orange, and light blue accents. Her luscious hips framed by it.
