My wife and I are high-maintenance travelers, I admit it. We prefer to fly if at all possible. We err on the side of high end hotels and resorts, the more amenities and services the better. But a few years ago, we thought it would be fun to pack up the car and do a long driving vacation, maybe see some sights that we otherwise wouldn't while soaring above them instead of driving through. And rather than planning every little detail like we often did, we figured we'd fly by the seat of our pants and find hotels as we went.
Now, I'll be honest, it wasn't my favorite vacation of all-time. You spend too much time driving and thinking "normally I'd be sitting by a pool right now with a drink in my hand" and when you aren't driving you're typically worn out from driving all day. But despite that, if I could recreate this one experience every time I did a driving vacation, I'd take 'em a lot more often!
On our way back home, we stopped at a Holiday Inn-type place that had an indoor pool. At this point we were both pretty exhausted and decided to cut the driving short for the day (it was about 5:00pm), grab dinner and a few drinks and head to our room and make it an early night before finishing off the trip the next day. We checked in and stopped in our room long enough to chuck our luggage in and notice we had one of those rooms with the sliding patio door that went right out to the pool area.
We hit the hotel restaurant/bar and dinner became appetizers and a few drinks (perhaps even one too many seeing as our goal was to be 'fresh' for the drive the next day) and we went laughing and stumbling our way back to the room. When we got in we decided to throw on our suits and hit the pool for a little bit, maybe sit in the hot tub and then relax in our room. So as my wife went to put her suit on, I casually walked over to the sliding glass door and looked out into the pool area. It was completely empty except for two girls in the pool who looked to be in the 18-19 years old range. As if out of some National Lampoon movie, as soon as I looked out one of them lifted herself out of the pool with her back to me and her bikini bottom slipped right off and there, in contrast to her tan skin, was her very white butt. Whoa!
The only thing I could figure was she was wearing her friend's swimsuit and it didn't fit. Because even after pulling it up, she kind of held it as she walked along the deck before jumping back into the water.
I heard my wife walk into the bathroom behind me as I sat transfixed. You know the thing about guys is they never really lose that post-puberty fascination with nudity. I stood there remembering the first moment I'd seen a woman naked in person, it happened to be in a very similar setting, although I was the one in the pool while on a family vacation who saw a woman walk, nude, through her pool-side hotel room. I was awestruck then and didn't feel significantly different now.
So of course, I stood there, watching, voyeuristically, hoping against hope that it would happen again. And amazingly, it did. Seconds later, she once again pulled herself up, once again it slid down and this time, as she pulled it up to cover her nice tight bottom, she turned her head and looked.straight.at.me.
Oops.
Her face didn't change expression. She didn't flirt with a smile. She didn't scowl in disgust. Or anything in between for that matter. But there was no question that she looked straight at the pervy old man staring at her through his hotel room glass door.
It was right then that my wife came out of the bathroom and I turned to her as I heard her say "I figured you'd be in your suit by now!"
"Yeah, I... " and without another word I turned to the suitcase on the bed and grabbed my suitcase.
As I walked toward the back of the room to change, my wife took my place at the door.
"Ah, I see, checking out the sights huh?" She teased and then, before I could react she followed with "Wow!"
"Let me guess," I chuckled, as I slid my swimsuit on. "Her swimsuit came off..."
"YES!" she laughed. "Wait, so you've already seen this little show, huh?"
"Yeah, it's gotta be too small for her," I laughed walking up behind my wife. "Cute butt though"
"OOF," I responded as my wife playfully threw an elbow into my stomach.