Elaine stood next to me at the Cabo hotel bar, her red hair crazed from the humidity, with a bemused twinkle in her eyes that was probably in part due to the fact that thirty minutes earlier we'd been fucking like crazed weasels in the hotel room. I would have been happy to stay in bed and order-in, but Elaine had wanted to get some fresh air. She twirled her drink with its little red straw and leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, "I'm leaking like crazy. Maybe I should have worn panties."
My cock began to stir.
Elaine leaned against the bar, sipped her drink, and smiled mischievously with those piercing blue eyes. It didn't seem as though she was blaming me, even if I did have the lion's share of responsibility for what was leaking. It was Elaine's idea after her quick shower to forego wearing her panties. "It makes me feel sexy," she'd said. And now here she was, her bare legs extending below a thin, tropical dress festooned with gaudy flowers, looking about as sexy as a woman can look, panties or no panties.
I locked my eyes to Elaine's and mused silently about what was going on between her legs. We'd arrived in Los Cabos a few hours earlier for a four-day jaunt. It hadn't taken long to discover that Elaine had done a severe bikini trim of her normal thicket. She'd left a thin mustache on each outer labia and a small, furry red-haired patch above. My face hadn't detected any stubble.
