I always love a good swim-up bar because it practically guarantees a good view. And I had one now for sure, eyeing a gorgeous woman floating on a pool raft, her cleavage wet and glistening in the Mexican sun. She floated in languid circles, occasionally paddling with a wave of her arm.
The sun in Cabo can be stifling but sitting in the water in the shade of a palm palapa was good for a quick recovery and rejuvenation. I sipped at a margarita as the floating beauty drifted past and I marveled at her taught stomach, smooth legs and golden tan. She was just past me, easing across the pool when she suddenly stopped, then slid off the raft. As she stood, her breasts jiggled, then settled in to place. She looked down and adjusted her bikini top, then started for the bar. As she approached, the couple seated next to me got up and swam away, leaving their submerged seats vacant.
"Mind if I sit here," the woman asked as she eased up to the bar.
"Not at all," I replied.
She ordered a margarita and I took the chance to get another for myself after the bartender nodded toward me. "Uno mas."
The woman took off her sunglasses and adjusted to the shade after being in the bright sun. She had sparkling green eyes beneath dirty blonde hair. "Hi, I'm Sara," she said, putting out her hand to shake.
I took her wet hand and shook it lightly. "Bill."
"Had to get out of the sun for a bit," she said. "Time to hydrate."
"No doubt." The bartender placed two margaritas in front of us. "To hydration" I held my glass out and she tapped it with hers.
Sara was from San Diego, down for a long four-day weekend to recharge after a hard month of work. She was a graphic designer, looked to be in her thirties, and was staying on the top floor of the hotel. She was here with a group but the others were gone fishing for the day. She'd spent the morning solo, sipping coffee on her deck. "That view," she stated. "I can stare off the balcony for hours."
"Yeah, well...I'm only on the second floor so my view isn't quite as grand," I joked. The present view, however, was priceless.
I told her about my upcoming business gathering, starting in three days, and how I'd come down early for some R&R. We talked about my hometown, Denver, and how she'd passed through the airport many times on the way to ski at Vail.
After two more margaritas we were well acquainted. Sara drained her last sip then slipped off her stool back into the sun. "Time to get a few more rays," she said. "Come on, grab some sun."
I hopped off my stool and joined her out at the middle of the pool. Various people floated about, enjoying the Mexican heat. I watched as Sara jumped up on her float, laying out again on her back. I tried not to stare but she certainly noticed my attention and seemed not to care.
After floating around in the sun for a while I could tell Sara was getting hot again and I was hot for multiple reasons. I watched as she wiped sweat off her brow. "I don't think I can take a lot more of this sun right now," she said.
