Life is slow in Mexico, especially during the winter months. Most of the locals head indoors believing the 60 degree mornings are cold. Most of the Norte Americanos (Gringos) are too afraid to venture south of the border, save a few. This makes for some very nice and secluded beaches along the east coast of the Gulf, north of the Yucatan. Only a few RVs for hundreds of miles of beaches... fewer tent campers let alone on a motorcycle like me.
I'd been at the secluded Playa de Azul Agua for two days, with my tent nestled between two dunes facing east and almost invisible from anywhere except directly in front. On the steep sloped white sand beach, a full sized motor home parked about a mile down the beach at the end of the paved road. I watched as the couple made about setting up camp with lounge chairs, awnings and patio accouterments. By late afternoon they had finished and a woman laid back on one of the lounge chairs, sipping from a tall glass. The afternoon was hotter than usual and I too enjoyed lounging but on the warm sand with a cervesa with lime, reading my latest Cussler novel. I glanced back up the beach to see what my neighbors were up to and pondered paying a friendly visit... except I noticed the woman had stripped off her top and her large boobs were warming in the sun. Slightly embarrassed and cursing myself for not saying Hola earlier... I couldn't very well now, after all she half naked and I was half hard. I tried to focus on reading but constantly found my eyes drifting down to the woman with magnificent tits. One such glance turned into a long stare as she applied lotion all over the big soft mounds. I swore she looked as if she paid more attention to her nipples and seemed to be enjoying it as she threw her head back. Wow, I thought to myself, I must be so horny to allow for such an imagination...perverted as it was.
I puttered around my small camp as the sun began to sink behind the dunes. Lighting a small camp fire and enjoying the distant lights of ships twinkle on. Up the beach, the neighbors light Tiki torches and again, like in the afternoon, only the woman remained outside... I thought how strange. What a beautiful night not to be outside. Who could resist not watching the display of bright stars in all their glory? Now I was curious! I pulled the binoculars out for a closer look. The woman sat in one of the lounge chairs (clothed... darn!). The motor home was well lit and none of the curtains were drawn. I could make out the whole layout of the luxury accommodations right down to wall hung flat screen television playing a football game from a roof mounted satellite dish. Wow! What a great way to travel I thought, as I looked around my meager tent and surroundings. With that, I finished my dinner and prepared for bed. The warmth of the day turned to a mild chill and I knew it was time for me to retire. In bed, my thoughts were of the half naked woman...wondering who she was and more.
The next morning, I was up before sunrise as usual. I made coffee and went on my morning walk, with cup in hand, as the sun peeked up from the distant horizon. I walked south taking me past the neighbors' RV and for a closer look, from a distance at the water's edge. The motor home was dark and clearly the occupants still fast asleep. I walked on for a half hour and returned past the neighbors but this time the woman was sitting outside having a cup of coffee. We seemed to wave at each other at the same time saying a "good morning." Not wanting to intrude I didn't stop and continued on to my camp and my second large cup of coffee.
The sun rose quickly filling the sky with magnificent colors. The neighbor lady walked by only a few minutes after pouring my cup of coffee; paying me the same wave as I did earlier from the shoreline. I watched her walk up the beach a short distance before starting back. On her walk back, she changed direction and walked directly towards me. As she closed the distance, I could make out she was a few years older than me and was dressed in matching pair of royal blue sweats.
"Hi neighbor!" came from her lips in a strong confidant voice.
I replied back "Buenos Dias Senora" and for a moment I saw she was perplexed. I quickly offered "Would you like a refill?" gesturing to her empty coffee mug.
Deb introduced herself and we eased into a comfortable conversation sitting on the beach. I apologized for not having a chair to offer but it was a little hard to pack traveling on a motorcycle. We both laughed at the thought. She told me that she and her husband were planning on staying for the week before heading down to Cancun. I really didn't have a plan and wasn't sure where I was heading next.
"I hope you stay here awhile... it's nice to have a handsome man to talk to." she said very impromptu.
Blushing I thanked her and offered the same, explaining it gets a little lonely traveling alone.
"I know what its like." Gesturing over her shoulder towards the motor home.
After an hour of casual talk, she excused herself, explaining "I better get back to make breakfast... before the next football game."
I sensed that this wonderful woman was much more than she appeared. In only a short time we practically got to know each other, short of being intimate... and my mind wandered.
