Chapter 2
After watching my lady wearing her cheeky skirt and sucking off one of my best friends at a busy airport, it would be a wonderful thing if I could say the flight from Los Angeles to Cancun was just as exciting and sexy as that, it wasn't. Basically Coco complained the whole time that she was cold, so she spent most of the flight sleeping inside a cocoon of airline blankets and her jacket.
Once we finally arrived in Mexico, we had to go through customs. Everything was going smoothly until they decided to go through my bag. I just knew they'd find my TCH gummies, but since I hid them inside a bottle of sleep gummies, they ignored them.
We found our shuttle bus and hopped in with a bunch of other tourists, mostly couples.
Once we arrived and checked into our room, we unpacked. It was a decent room, facing the beach and the ocean with a nice large balcony. It was pretty private except for the fact that anyone on the beachfront or boardwalk could see in, but no one from the rooms adjacent to us could peer in.
I threw on a tank top and beach shorts. Coco decided to immediately put on her "string only" bikini and test it out. It was a pink bikini made only out of the string part of a bikini. I gave her money to order it online, but I never got to see her wearing it. There were openings to show off her breasts and a triangle around the nipples and openings to show off her the tattoo right above her pussy.
Since this was going to be our first outing at the resort, she put on a sarong that covered her lower body, but her beasts were showing for all to see, framed with the bikini strings. We both popped a gummy and headed out to sightsee the resort and of course find the bar.
The resort was buzzing with activities, people headed off for boat trips, water sports and touring as well as a large amount of resort employees and groundskeepers. After taking a few photographs, we found the pool area.
They had three swimming pools, at one of the pools there was some sort of game going on with a Mexican man talking loudly on a microphone, the other had people playing pool volley ball and the pool off to the side had a swim-up bar.
I noticed a few scantily clad women wearing micro bikinis and two women walking topless on the beach. It was an adult only, all-inclusive resort, but definitely not a swinger's resort.
In my biased opinion, Coco had the hottest body so far at the entire resort. She removed her sarong, exposing her beautiful body to the sunlight.
We both climbed into the pool and waded in the warm water. It wasn't that crowded as we made our way over to the bar.
We ordered a couple of frozen margaritas and took a moment to take in the beauty of the day while we sipped on the cocktails. I'm not a fan of tequila or sweet drinks, but I went along with having at least one.
I was given the task to go find two empty beach chairs and umbrella on the beach. After milling about for a few minutes, I found two empty chairs and an umbrella for shade not too far away from the boardwalk, but close enough to the surf to enjoy the water.
I took off my tank top and laid it on the chair, put my flip flops on each the chairs, grabbed a couple of towels, laid them down as well to let folks know these chairs were taken. Then I dashed across the hot sand back to the boardwalk and headed back to the pool to get Coco.
When I returned to the pool area I witnessed Coco sitting on the edge of the pool sipping a drink with her feet in the water as a tanned, muscular guy waded in front of her chatting her up.
I walked over to a different bar and watched them from a distance as she showed off her barely-there bikini in front of the guy as well as the other people who happened to get a glance at her string-only bikini.
At that moment two topless women wearing G-strings walked past me on their way to the bar. That's when I laughed and thought to myself, Coco might be overdressed. I ordered a vodka mule from the bartender.
I could tell Coco was drunk as she laughed, slipped into the pool and started playfully splashing water at the man in front of her. I decided, I better intervene before things got out of hand.
I walked over and interrupted them by introducing myself. He introduced himself as well as Rufus. He was a cool-looking British gentleman on vacation with a group of other Brits.
"I love your accent", Coco blurted out as she reached for my cocktail.
"It's not tequila", I told her as she sipped from my glass of vodka.
I let her know that I was holding some beach chairs on the beach and we better go grab them before someone else takes them. I took Coco by the hand and helped her out of the pool, revealing her glistening body to the golden sun.
"I'll see you around," Rufus said, his British accent, thick as his gaze lingered on her hourglass figure.
Coco grabbed a towel and sauntered with me over to the bar to get a frozen margarita. The icy drinks were a blessing against the thick, heavy air, but they couldn't compete with the way Coco stole every glance around us.
I loved watching the way she moved, knowing exactly the kind of attention she was drawing in her barely-there bikini. I'd already seen two women go completely topless earlier, but somehow Coco's string-only number was even more intoxicating -- leaving just enough to the imagination to make it absolutely maddening.
After making our way over to the sand, we climbed onto our beach chairs and soaked in the sun, listening to the music coming from the speakers on the beachfront. Coco immediately took off her bikini top and asked me to put some sunblock on her. And of course, we forgot it in the room, so I told her to hold tight while I go retrieve it.
I grabbed my shirt and hustled my way back to the room. I didn't realize how far we walked and the alcohol in my system wasn't helping me move any faster.
Back at the room, I peeled off my clothes and jumped into the shower, the cool water prickling my sun-warmed skin. I didn't stay under long -- just enough to rinse away the salt and sweat -- but when I stepped out, I felt like a live wire. I slipped into a fresh tank top and shorts, grabbed the sunscreen and headed back outside.
The late afternoon sun wrapped around me like a heavy, golden blanket as I made my way down the path toward the beach. The low hum of music and the splash of waves set the scene, but it was the sight of Coco -- from a distance, laughing with someone new -- that made my pulse quicken.
As I approached, I saw it was Rufus sitting beside Coco, his hands moving slowly as he rubbed sunscreen over her back while she lay on her stomach. From where I stood, I couldn't help but watch as his fingers lingered on her skin, my gaze fixated on the intimate touch he shared with her as he now seemingly massaging her ample ass cheeks with his bare hands.
Jealousy didn't even cross my mind as I watched the spectacle unfold, the rush of knowing she always holds the reins, effortlessly drawing in new prey to play with.
I meandered in the near distance, blending in with the other beachgoers and hotel staff as I watched like a voyeur.
A few moments passed. I caught the eye of a resort worker and I asked him to bring three drinks over to where Coco and Rufus were stationed. I requested a vodka mule for myself, and then I sauntered toward the beach, tiptoeing across the hot sand.
As I got closer I saw that he was primarily focused on her ass cheeks with the lotion.
"Looks like you beat me to it," I said, my voice cutting through the hum of the music and the rhythmic crash of the waves, a teasing grin playing on my lips as they both looked up in my direction.
"Hey, mate! Hope you don't mind," Rufus blurted, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. "I didn't want her to get burnt on her first day here." He leaned back, eyes glinting, waiting to see how I'd respond, the tension of the moment hanging in the air.
"It's all good", I responded, noticing that his dick was straining against the fabric of his shorts. "I got a back-up bottle", I continued as I held up the coconut-scented sunblock.
I spotted an empty chair just a few feet away, but Rufus was still working lotion into her legs. I moved quickly, sprinting across the warm sand, ready to drag it over. But before I could reach it, a hotel worker stepped in and gently stopped me. "That one's taken," he said, with a polite smile. "I'll bring an extra one over for you right away."
By the time I turned back, another hotel staff member was walking up with the drinks on a tray. As I made my way over, Coco rolled onto her side, reaching for her cocktail. Without hesitation, she took a long sip and I'm sure the cool liquid offered some relief from the relentless heat of the sun.
