I love South Padre, Island, Texas. I was sitting on the beach, all by myself, late on a Saturday evening, just about sundown. My girl friend and I had just finished off a lollapalooza of an argument, driven mostly by the beer and the sun we had self -indulged in for several hours. I knew better than to try and stay in the hotel room and reason with her, so I sauntered out to the beach to watch the surf pounding the sand.
I was about to go back to the hotel room when a lovely, and I do mean, very lovely young woman walked by the spot where I was seated. She gave me a quick glance and flashed a smile. I watched as she walked by me, clothed in a wrap and a bikini top that barely contained her cleavage, her long hair blowing in the surf-side evening breeze.
I could tell she had on a very small thong-like bikini bottom. She looked like a cover-girl magazine model and I wondered why it was she was walking the beach all alone. She got about twenty feet past me, stopped and looked out at the surf that pounded the beach. Then, she turned and walked back towards me.
Again, she flashed a smile as she approached me. I gave her a small head nod and proffered a wink in return. She stopped and looked down at me as she pulled on her hair, to hold it out of her face.
“Do you want to go get a drink?” she asked.
I looked around behind me to make sure she was not talking to someone else. Nope. She was talking to me.
“Sure,” I replied, as I scrambled to my feet.
“Are you staying here?” I asked, as we turned and walked towards the hotel that was in front of us.
“Yeah,” she replied. “I’ve got three more nights on a vacation package.”
“So, you’re here with friends?” I asked, assuming she was part of a group I had seen earlier.
“No,” She replied as we walked up to the foot shower to wash the sand off our sandaled-feet.
“I am a real estate agent, just chilling out while t on vacation for a few days,” she replied. “How about you?”
I admitted I was on a weekend jaunt with my girl-friend, but that we had some beer-inhibited issues and I was taking a break.
“I understand,” she replied. “I can just chill by myself if you think I might be an issue for you.”
“Oh no,” I replied, trying to hide a smirk. “I think I can handle the issue.”
We stepped into the bar overlooking the lobby and the pool area. It was sparely attended. I ordered a bloody Mary and she ordered a Tequila Sunrise with a lime twist. We exchanged names and I told her I was a carpenter by trade. She glanced down at my hands.
“You’re no carpenter,” she said.
“Actually,” I replied, “ I am an architect and I supervise carpenters.”
She brushed her long hair back over her shoulder as the bar tender slid out drinks in front of us. I held mine up and tried my best to propose a toast.
“To a new friend,” I said.
“To a new friend,” she repeated.
We each took a drink and then she placed the lime in front of her bright white teeth and sucked on it. I had to look away as she squeezed the lime and the juices ran down her chin and dribbled on to her cleavage.
She grabbed a bar napkin and quickly wiped the juice from her chin and her cleavage.
She held the line in front of me.
“You’re turn,” she remarked, pushing the lime towards my mouth.
I opened my mouth as she placed the lime to my lips and I bit down on it.
“Suck it,” she gleefully remarked, holding the lime in place as I bit down on it.
The remaining juice in the line slice filled my mouth with a pungent taste. She laughed as she withdrew the slice and sat it on a bar napkin.
She grabbed a salt shaker and told me to hold out my hand. I did and she dumped the salt in my hand.
“This will take the edge off,” she said, pushing up on my hand. I tossed the salt into my mouth as she sat and smiled.
She placed her hand on my leg and leaned in close to me.
“You’re cool,” she whispered, “Do you want to know what else is cool?”
I was afraid to ask.
“What?” I asked.
“I’d love to share my bed with you,” she replied.
Damn. I was not expecting such a blatant and straight forward proposition. I leaned against the bar.
“What’s the catch?” I asked. I was suspicious. No real good-looking woman just throws out a proposition like that. I was thinking she had to be a “lady of the evening” and I was not going to be tricked into being robbed.
She squeezed the inside of my thigh, closer to my manhood.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said, as she withdrew her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ve never had someone come on to me like this before.”
She took a drink and then pushed the drink glass away from in front of her.
“Look,” she said, “Just walk me to my room and then you can go from there.”
“If I walk you to your room,” I said, “I’m coming in.”
She laughed.
“That could be a dangerous thing to do,” she replied.