Day 6: The Last Night
By the time I finally made it back to my hotel room, after saying goodbye to Kathy and Al, Lyndse and Beth were ready to go out to dinner. I quickly showered, and threw on a tiny black skirt with no panties or bra. After eating, we went to a club called El Abebrije, the mystery. It was our last night in Cancun, and we wanted it to be the best.
The club was cool, filled with black light, glow in the dark paintings, and furniture that was made for dancing on. We got our drinks and staked out a spot along one of the walls, but on top of a platform. We had a bird's eye view of everything, and guys immediately surrounded us.
I started dancing with a cute, short guy who introduced himself as Patrick. He was sweet, but he wasn't aggressive enough for me. He just kind of stood there, dancing next to me, not really making eye contact. I kept leaving to go to the bathroom, and getting drinks hoping that he'd get bored and go away. He never did. Then, finally, a tall and devastatingly good-looking black guy started dancing near us.
He introduced himself, and I found out he went to the same college that I would be attending in the fall. When I started dancing again, it was with my new friend Ben. Patrick got the hint and slinked away. We stayed together most of the night dancing, making out, and feeling each other up. I had never really thought about being with a black guy before. All I knew was that I was really attracted to him, and hoped I would end up in bed with him at some point.
The best thing about the club was that the waiters were totally outrageous, especially if you're female. The waiter working our side of the room must have really liked us, since he kept bringing us drinks we never even asked for. I think he also enjoyed the view up our skirts as we stood on the platform he got each time he brought us a drink.
Toward the end of the night, after I had a large number of drinks, he came over with double shot glass of tequila and a lime covered in salt. He had me lie down, flat on my back on the platform.
"Oh my," he gasped when he lifted my skirt and exposed my bare snatch to everyone.
That didn't stop him however. He wedged the shot glass against my pussy lips as it stood on the platform. It kind of tickled, and I was laughing hysterically, feeling giddy from being so exposed. It tickled even more when the waiter ran the salt covered lime up my stomach, on my cleavage and neck. He pulled my skirt up all way up so it rested on my stomach, and then he put the lime in my mouth. He told Ben to take half the shot, lick the salt off my stomach, and then take the lime out of my mouth without using his hands. I was a little embarrassed and slightly hurt when he refused. A number of people had gathered to watch, and were gave him a hard time.
"I'll do it," I heard Lyndse say.
That drew a loud cheer from the guys surrounding us. She bent down between my legs, grabbed the shot glass between her lips, and tilted her head back. I felt her lips softly graze my sex. The waiter pulled the glass from her mouth, and then Lyndse licked the salt off my stomach, between my breasts, along my neck, and sucked the lime while it was still in my mouth. Lyndse kissed me, but I couldn't enjoy it because the waiter was trying to fondle my exposed pussy. I pushed his hand away, and stood up, pushing my skirt back down where it was supposed to be. I felt myself blush when the people around started clapping and cheering. Then it hit me that Lyndse had been kissing me, and it totally tripped me out. I wasn't sure what to think.
Ben had left with his friends, and surprisingly Beth had left with some guy. It was after 3 am, so Lyndse and I decided to go back to our hotel. As we left the club we ran into the Pete, the guy who took my virginity a few nights before, and a friend of his named Sean. It was perfect because Lyndse had wanted to hook up with Sean.
We all decided that we didn't want to go back to hotel anymore, and took up Lyndse's suggestion that we go swimming at the beach. Pete said he knew a place where the Federales wouldn't catch us. We were all drunkenly chatting away when we hit the sand.
"Nancy's got no panties on!" Lyndse yelled out of the blue laughing hysterically. "She has to go naked."