Somewhere on the coast of Mexico. Found myself here, sweating my ass off, 3 days ago. I won a trip, airfare, hotel, all expenses paid...can you believe it?!! I didn't til I got off the plane and stepped into the heat. Been bumming along the past few days, an occasional tourist trip, visit to this waterfall, that spring...yadda yadda. So, I'm laying out on the patio of my bungalow, when I feel someone watching me. He's leaning beside my gate. Khaki shorts, flowered shirt open, showing off an incredible chest.
I've been seeing him around the resort since yesterday morning. Some bigwig country music star. Comes here for dirty weekends I guess by the way he's looking at me. Blond hair getting the sun, blinding. Deep tan. Yum. He watches me for a while. I see him lick his lips when I shifted to give him a good flash. I watched him shake himself from his trance and wander back to where ever. Watching him watching me got me all abuzz, and since I could, I masturbated right there on my lounge chair, wishing for him. Dozed off...
Woke as the sun was going down...hungry, sweaty...showered, put on this really cute sundress and went to the lounge for dinner. Grilled Mahi Mahi, fresh greens, strawberry sorbet. Mmmm, yummy fuel. In the mirror behind the bar, I saw him. Sipping from a longneck. As I watched him slide his fingers through the condensation on the bottle, I shivered, he saw me. Smiled. Wow...a hottie like this? All for me? Thank god I had a napkin handy. He rose from his table, walked to me.
"Mind if I join you?" His voice was flannel sheets on a cold night, silken bonds.
"Sure...you're ah..."
"Yeah, I am...are you here alone?"
"Like at the resort? Yeah. Why?" Sipping from my fruity rum something. He orders dinner and we talk. About this destination, the resort, the spa and their masseuses. The hot spring up in the mountains. This little cove he found his last trip here.
I don't know when the music started but he pulled me to my feet, glided me onto the dance floor to some slow rhythm, where he could hold me close. His cologne was intoxicating. The fruity rum somethings gave me the added courage to look up, into his eyes, chocolate brown filled with yearning, passion, heat and hunger. Gently his mouth met mine, meshed. My fingers in his hair, silken ropes. His hands grasping from shoulder to ass, pulling me closer against him. I came up for air. Flushed, unsteady, hot and quite wet. In all my travels alone...this was one thing that had never happened.
"I really need a little air." I said against his throat. Tasting his skin with my tongue. We walked along the beach path, toward where the suites and ritzy cabins were. We sat on the sand. The moon was almost full, making silver waves dance.
"I've never cheated on my wife. I know that's not what you expected to hear. But I haven't. Haven't even gotten close...til tonight."
