It was late summer at the Panama resort hotel in Mexico. All the tourists had left except for one or two stragglers who for whatever reason remained. Even most of the hotel personnel had left giving way to their freedom outside the confines of the house with many rooms. One of those stragglers was Kristin, a woman of thirty, well built with curves that made the Grand Prix in Monaco look like a straightaway. She had long dark hair that she combed back and draped down her back and legs that envied a dancer.
She had one more week of vacation before returning to work and enjoyed the solitude she found at the resort this time of year. She wore a red bikini that barely contained her ample breasts, and the bottom hung onto to her hips with a mere string. When she walked by the front desk the concierge always stopped what he was doing to watch her and ultimately had to adjust himself before he returned to work.
This morning Kristin would have the pool to herself. She pulled the lounge chair near the pool, lean back and began to read her favorite book. The sun felt good on her face warming her and her body relaxed. She slid one leg up and let the other rest on the lounge as she balanced the book to read. When she looked up to give her eyes a rest she saw, on the second floor, a shirtless man standing behind the sliding glass door of his room watching her. His hands were inside his cutoff jeans and she could tell he was stroking himself. She looked at him again to see that he was a handsome man, tanned, with short dark hair and toned body. He was attractive enough she thought as she watched him stroke with one hand in his pants and the other hand leaning on the glass door for support.
She smiled to herself, "Perhaps he needs some help."
