It was January, in the mid 90's, we decided to get out of the cold and took a trip to Mazatlán. We used to go there almost every winter but hadn't made the trip in a couple of years. The last couple of weeks we were busy arranging things and packing. Beth had wanted to go to a tanning salon before we left but she just couldn't seem to find the time. I told her she could work on it once we got there.
The first day there, we were just sort of unwinding from all the hustle and bustle of our regular routine. We had left with the temperatures in the single digits and here it was in the 80's. We were staying in a new hotel and our room there was beautiful. We were on the third floor and the room looked out on the ocean.
It had a little private veranda where we could sit out and just enjoy the view. It had high walls on each side to separate it from prying eyes, or so we thought. When I saw the veranda, I told her that this would be a great place for her to work on her all over tan. She thought that that was a great idea, and sent me down to get her some iced tea.
When I returned, there she was in all her glory, lying naked on a beach pad, soaking up the rays. I enjoyed the view, both her and the ocean, and this became our morning ritual, she'd lay naked and tan and I'd sit by her and read. Usually, afterwards, we would head out to take a walk on the beach and play in the surf.
Afterwards, we'd go into town looking for bargains and curios, usually eating at some small vendor. I kept trying to get her to buy a bikini but like a lot of women, she's too critical of her own body. "I'm too fat. No one wants to see an overweight old broad running around in a bikini," she said.
"You're not fat, and I still think you're as sexy as hell. Just because you don't have that model type hard body doesn't mean that you can't still be sexy." I told her.
"You're just prejudiced," she continued, "But I love you for it." She did buy a nice one-piece suit with a matching sarong that shows lots of cleavage. Once back at the hotel, we'd spend the day by the pool and just generally taking it easy. Life was good.
On Wednesday morning, as I headed out to get Beth her tea, she said, "Hon, make it an electric iced tea, will you?"
"More hair of the dog? I asked. After bringing her the drink, I decided to take a nap as we had been out late the night before dancing. They had a band at the bar that was playing a lot of good old rock and roll. We drank and danced way too much but it was a lot of fun.
I woke from my nap and turned to see if she was still out there. Imagine my surprise to see two heads sticking over the wall ogling my wife. At first, I thought they were teenagers but I wasn't quite sure.
I didn't say anything as it gave me a thrill to know that she still had what it took to attract guys. I stayed on the bed, taking quick peeks to see what they were up to. One young man was a blond and the other one had long jet-black hair. The dark haired one disappeared for a bit and then returned with a camera.
Shortly after he started, the blond disappeared and returned with another lens for the camera. I guess they wanted some close-ups. He was taking lots of pictures of Beth and I almost think she knew that they were there because she turned quite often and gave them quite a show. A couple of times, spreading her legs wide apart.
After watching this for about an hour or so, I announced to Beth as if just waking, "Ready to hit the beach, Love?" The two young men disappeared quickly so as not to be caught, or so they thought.
After our walk, we were sitting by the pool having a drink when I noticed the two men sitting at the bar. They were in their late twenties and nice looking. The blond had a more athletic build than the other one and was proud of it, wearing a speedo and tank top. The other was in a shirt and Old Navy shorts.
Unsure of what I had in mind; I went up to the bar to get us refills on our drinks instead of waiting for the waiter. Once there, I introduced myself to them as John and said, "Didn't I see you two go into the room next to us?" They nervously said yes.
I asked if I could buy them a drink and invited them over on the pretext of finding more about his digital camera. I realized I may have goofed since I didn't remember seeing them with it other than when they were taking Beth's pictures. Jacques, the longhaired one was more than glad to talk about his "new" toy and we all went back to the pool by Beth. I introduced Beth to Jacques and he in turn introduced Raymond to us.
I was surprised by her reaction. She looked at Raymond with a gleam in her eye, like she was starving and he was a six-course meal at the Four Seasons. These two were from Montreal and like us were hiding from winter's rigors and wanted to get away and play.
Beth told them how sexy she thought their French accents were. The two of them explained that they own a small computer repair and sales shop and have been friends since high school. They had just got in yesterday but were leaving on Saturday, just like us.
Beth asked, "Are you two alone, or are your girlfriends coming down later?"
Raymond said, "Girlfriends? What girlfriends? We wanted to get away and find some ladies to party with, you know, new blood. So far the only ones I have seen are already taken or too young. Thanks, J-man!"
Jacques only hung his head and Raymond continued, "I wanted to go to Cancun but this cheapskate convinced me that Mazatlán was just the same and a lot cheaper."
Jacques responded, "You were right there with me when we looked at sites on the net and we BOTH agreed to come here." Raymond just sighed.
Beth jumped in, "Poor babies! We've been to Cancun and yes, it is a party town but it is almost double in cost. Besides you two haven't been here long enough to really give this town a chance. Besides that, you're here the wrong time of year to find girls, you really should be here Mardi gras week, now that's party time! Either that or spring break, that's when all the singles are here."
Since we had been there lots of times, we told them we'd show them the city. We went to our rooms and Beth and I changed into sensible walking shoes and Jacques got his camera bag. We grabbed a pullmonia, a small open taxi, and headed on an impromptu sight seeing expedition. Jacques, and I think Raymond, were impressed with the scenery, at least Jacques was taking a lot of pictures.
Raymond was hanging onto Beth's arm as she led the way. The trip into the jungle provided us with lots of photographic props. I was impressed with all the pictures that he was taking and not having to change rolls of film, only occasionally changing cards.
We had a late lunch at a little roadside stand that had banana leaf pork tamales, buckets of fresh boiled shrimp and lots of iced Pacifico beer. Raymond was kind of taken by the two young ladies making tortillas but their mother wasn't letting them have anything to do with him, much to his disappointment.
Jacques was taking pictures of Raymond between the two girls and he let out a big groan. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"Shit John, I mean, shoot John, I'm all filled up," he said.
Raymond rubbed his belly and said, "Me too! That was one fine meal."
"No," said Jacques, "I'm talking about my cards, they're all filled up."
