We weren’t two blocks from the hotel when Mary Anne hiked up her already very short cocktail dress and stripped out of her red black panties. She wadded them up and tossed them towards the dash of the taxi. The taxi driver peered into the back seat, but didn’t say a word.
Mary Anne grabbed my hand and pulled it up under her dress, forcing my fingers towards her honey pot, all the while, watching the roadway in front of us. The taxi driver glanced in the rear view mirror, but didn’t say anything. I’m pretty sure he knew I was pleasuring my wife, by her reaction, lip biting and flushed red face.
We pulled up to a large hacienda and the taxi screeched to a halt. I handed the driver a wad of bills. I am pretty sure it was more than enough, as he smiled broadly and replied, “Muchas, MUCHAS Gracias!”
Mary Anne readjusted her overtly short cocktail dress before stepping away from the cab. I’m pretty sure he got quiet an eye full of her very cute ass in the process. I looked back and he gave me a head nod as we walked across the cobblestone drive and into the hacienda, which doubled as a restaurant.
Inside, we were met by a very friendly hostess. Every guy in the place turned and looked in our direction as we entered. Mary Anne was a closet exhibitionist and I am pretty sure she liked the attention that was directed her way.
A sweet, very nice looking young girl lead us to a candle-lit alcove in the back of the restaurant, overlooking the blue waters of the Gulf. There, I met Candy and George, the two friends that Mary Anne had discovered earlier in the day in the market. Candy was a strikingly attractive woman, about thirty and George was her boyfriend. George was about forty. He reminded me of a Gentleman’s Quarterly type of guy. We shook hands and took out seats.
I soon learned that Mary and Candy had gone to college together and even worked together in a real estate company right after graduating college. While Candy and Mary Anne hit it off very well, catching up on things, I asked George to join me in the veranda for a Brandy and a cigar.
George said he and Candy had been dating for about three years. They had talked about getting married, but Candy wasn’t ready to get married. He said they had an “on-again, off-again” type of relationship. I told George that marriage wasn’t all that it is cracked up to be, except that one promises to be faithful to the other, but that beyond that, there was always going to be marked differences on things.
“So have you ever screwed around on your wife?” George bluntly asked.
“No,” I replied. I was lying through my teeth.
“Seriously?” George pressed. “You mean to tell me you have never once dipped the old wanker elsewhere?”
“No,” I replied.
George was not believing me.
“Okay,” I admitted, “Maybe I have looked. But I always chicken out.”
George looked out across the beach and the setting sun. He took a few puffs on the Cuban cigar he had purchased.
“There is so much good looking pussy in Cozumel,” George commented, “I don’t know what to do.”
I had to agree, as I took a sip of my brandy. The waiter stepped over and let us know that our significant others had summoned us back to the table.
I slipped back onto the bench seat next to Mary Anne, as George took up a seat across from Candy, who was seated right next to Mary Anne. The dinner took every bit of an hour to serve and be consumed. It was some of the best seafood and the wine had left me slightly buzzed.
Candy and Mary Anne excused themselves for a restroom break, leaving George and me to ourselves. I watched as Mary Anne and Candy sauntered off to the restrooms.
“You’re a lucky dude,” George commented as we watched our ladies walk across the restaurant.
“You too,” I replied.
George lit a second cigar. The smoke filled our little alcove.
“You should marry her,” I told George.
“I would, but she is not ready to settle down.”
George handed me a cigar. He cupped his hand and leaned my way. The fire from his lighter lit the cigar he had gifted me.
“I hope you don’t take this wrong way,” George remarked, “but Mary Anne is looking pretty damn sexy.”
I shook my head and agreed.
“Candy as well,” I replied.
Mary Anne and Candy were probably as equally buzzed as George and me. They wandered back towards the table, arm in arm, laughing. Mary Anne plopped down on the bench seat beside me.
Candy plopped down beside Mary Anne and leaned against her long-time friend.
“We should take a walk,” George suggested.
Mary Anne was all for a walk, but I was still tired and worn out.
“I don’t know if I can handle a walk,” Candy responded.
Mary Anne looked disappointed.
“Why don’t you and George just go for a walk?” I suggested.
“Are you sure?” Mary Anne pressed.
“Sure,” I replied. “Candy and I can just wait here or out in the lobby.”
Mary Anne looked at George. He stood up and extended his hand towards Mary Anne. Mary Anne stood up, readjusted her dress and looped her arm under George’s arm. She turned and looked at Candy and me.
“Are you sure?” Mary Anne asked.
“Sure,” we both responded.
I scooted over closer to Candy and casually placed one arm around her. She leaned in close and whispered,
“Do you think they’re coming back?”
“I hope not,” I replied.
“Me too,” Candy responded.
Candy looked into my eyes.
“Do you want to go somewhere?” she asked. “Maybe the beach?”
“Sure,” I replied. I grabbed her hand and she followed me across the veranda and down some stone steps to the beach. We stopped at the last step so she could take off her stiletto heels. I took her shoes in hand, motioned for the waiter and asked him to hold on to her shoes for us.
We walked out onto the beach under the glow of a full moon. We were alone. I was surprised to find the beach empty and void of any tourists. We made our way down towards the surf where the gentle waves washed ashore.
“I love the beach,” Candy remarked, wading into the surf as it lapped at her ankles. I slipped out of my shoes and socks and stepped into the surf beside her. Suddenly, Candy stopped and looked at me.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go for a swim!”
“Are you crazy?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, stripping out of her shirt and baring her luscious 36 c cup breasts at me. Her nipples were pointed and rock hard. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the sand, then darted into the night surf.
I stood and watched as she disappeared into the water, splashing and begging me to join her. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and waded into the surf. She playfully splashed the salty water my way. As I got closer to her, she suddenly looped a finger into my boxer shorts and pulled them down, even as I tried to grab them and hold them up.
“Oh come on!” Candy exclaimed. “I’ve seen dicks before!”
I pulled my boxer shorts off and tossed them towards the beach. They landed short in the surf. Candy jumped on my back and wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist.
“Giddy-up!” she exclaimed.
“I’m not a horse,” I replied.
“Giddy-up!” she repeated.
I attempted to gallop, but couldn’t. I tripped in the surf and went down head first, Candy crashing onto me in the process. I pulled myself up as Candy rolled onto her butt and sat up, water streaming off of her upper torso and bare breasts.
She worked her way on between my legs and pressed her body against mine, as the surf left us and receded. He pressed her lips against mine and offered me her tongue. Oh my Gawd! She was on fire! Instant erection. Out of control.
I stripped her of her panties.
She wasted no time pushing herself on top of me. We rolled on the sand. Candy propped herself up on her elbows, her butt facing the surf. I slipped behind her and inserted my nine-inch cock deep into her pussy from behind. I grabbed her boobs and shot my load deep inside of her pussy, my pelvis slapping against her cute ass as the warm surf surrounded us. Candy lowered her head and let out several loud moans as her entire body shook.
Somehow, in the pale moonlight and clear skies. we managed to find our clothes, with the exception of my boxer shorts and her panties. It really didn’t matter because we didn’t need them. Our undergarments were sacrificed to the goddess of the sea or to the beach god.
I took Candy’s hand in mine and we walked the beach in silence. As we walked, we could see a couple in the distance, intimately engaged. I could tell it was Mary Anne and George. I redirected Candy back down the beach in a different direction.
“Where are you staying?” I asked.
“The Marriott,” she replied.
I hailed down a cab street side that was about to pass us by. He screeched to a stop and the passenger side door opened.
“A donde vas?” the cab driver inquired.
“The Marriott,” I replied, as Candy silently climbed into the back seat of the small cab. I climbed in beside her and pulled the passenger door closed.
