This was the first time I'd be meeting her in person. I'd known Stacey for years, we met back on one on those "dating" apps when I was in the Midwest on business. We had started chatting but weren't able to meet up that night. Over the last year or so we kept in touch, with "how are yours" and "hope you have a great weekends" but nothing ever too intense. We followed each other on social media, so I was continually reminded of how absolutely gorgeous she was with each of her updates; her big green eyes and her soft full lips popping out of every picture. I hadn't expressed to her until a few months ago how much she absolutely consumed my sexual fantasies. I had imaged slowly and softly kissing every inch of her smooth skin or holding her long blonde hair tight in my hand as I pushed deep into her from behind, smacking her perfect ass with my open palm just at the moment she came all over my dick. She didn't know I wanted her this way. How she couldn't know that every man everywhere would want her this way I failed to understand, but still it was a surprise to her when I finally confessed my absolute obsession. And I'm so glad I did.
A month or so later and here I am in Playa del Carmen headed to her resort to meet her for the first time. Yes I am crazy. No I don't care. At this point I would have done almost anything to meet this goddess that had been haunting my dreams.
I had a cryptic message from her: meet me on the beach, you know the place. Yeah I knew the resort, it was massive, and the beach was packed. In what had to be one of my finest hours, I walked the beach up and down peering under every umbrella and staring at every beautiful woman whose hair was tucked up under a broad beach cap. Is that blonde? Could that be her? Maybe I wouldn't be able to recognize her from just her pics. I was starting to get frustrated, and in hindsight I am certain she wanted me in that condition. I had told myself that if I flew all this way and missed my chance of meeting her again I was going to charter a boat and fling myself in the ocean.
Wait. That could be her. Long blonde hair and oversized sunglasses and a tiny dark green bikini barely covering her perfect breasts. Long legs ending in petite perfect feet with soft wrinkled soles. She could have given me a hint. Right? "Hey I'll be the fucking smoking hot bitch in the green bikini." Easy enough. But where was her fun in that? I decided to make a test run. She was deep in a book and there was a cabana bar behind her. I could walk by and check her out and try to confirm her identity. If it wasn't her I'd just continue to the bar, because I definitely needed a drink.
With my plan set, I causally strolled towards her chair, trying my best to make sure it was her while she was focused on her book. Fuck. Was it? I still wasn't a hundred percent sure as I passed by her and headed to the bar.
"Hey, can you get me another one while you're up there," a voice came from behind me. It was her, her hand holding onto an empty drink glass. She turned around and pulled down her glasses just enough to make eye contact with me. Fuck, her eyes were even brighter in person. "You think I was just going to torture you and let you walk around all day? I don't need you completely worn out."
I smiled. Actually speechless for the first time in a really long time. But I headed to the bar and told the bartender to give me two of whatever the gorgeous lady in green had ordered.
"You're with her?" he smiled, "You lucky bastard."
