I slept like a baby that night. Unfortunately, these two lovely ladies had awakened the animal inside me. I was constantly thinking about sex; getting laid, how I was going to get laid, whom I was going to lay, where I was going to get laid, etc. etc.
The following day was uneventful, despite my best attempts. My daughter, Amanda & Gabbi left right after lunch and returned after I had already gone to bed. I had incredibly erotic dreams all night, and woke up at 4:00 with a raging hard on. "Fuck it" I decided, I'm going to try my luck. I got out of bed and made my way down the hall. No noises this time. I slowly & quietly opened the door to the girls' room and before me lay the object of my obsession...asleep.
Honestly, I didn't have the nerve to wake them up. Here was this older guy, their friends father, creeping into their room before dawn, stark naked and with a hard on. It just didn't work.
I went back to my room, nudged my Patty, and had uninteresting, yet satisfying sex with my wife.
The remainder of their stay with us was incredibly frustrating. The moments I was able to sneak a comment to either of them, I was actually able to confirm that they wanted to hook up as much as I, but the opportunity just never presented itself. With the three kids leaving after Christmas to go skiing, my escapades came to a complete halt.
However, thankfully, Spring Break was right around the corner. Amanda's family had invited Heather & Gabbi to spend it in Costa Rica, and, much to Heather's (my daughter) disappointment, had extended an invitation to my wife and I as a courtesy for hosting their daughter during the Christmas break. I had never been to Costa Rica but had heard marvelous things about it. It was rumored to be the "Switzerland" of Central America. Beautiful wild life, volcanoes, sandy beaches, tropical rain forests, etc. etc.
The girls flew south directly from school, and my wife and I landed more or less within half an hour of their arrival. The third world is different then ours...as soon as we got off the jet way, there was Amanda's father waiting for us...we introduced ourselves, and he, along with some type of an escort, guided us through immigration and customs. We where outside in no time, without getting our bags checked or anything.
We hugged and kissed the girls, who where already in the SUV, and off we went. Carlos shared the itinerary with us...we would spend the first five days (Friday through Wednesday) at his beach house, and then the rest of the time at the farm in the mountains. Perfect.
We swung by a shopping center of sorts to pick up his wife, who by the way, was absolutely exceptional looking. If Amanda was 18, this woman could not have been younger than perhaps 36, but she could easily pass for 30. She was about 5"5", dirty blond hair, had obviously had a boob job because they where perfect, little lacking in the ass department, but nice legs and a beautiful face. Michelle was simply exquisite. Her English was not as fluent as Carlos' but she made herself understood very easily.
The groceries where loaded into the SUV that was following us by the "help", and we made our way into the busy traffic 'till we hit a highway and began our 4 hour trip to the beach. Carlos and Michelle where incredible conversationalist, and very, very nice. It was obvious they had traveled the world over.
Carlos had apparently inherited his father's cacao and coffee business, and was quite the businessman. Michelle dedicated herself to their family, which was made up of Amanda and her two younger brothers. As we turned off the highway and hit the road to the beach, we made a pit stop for gas, restroom break and snacks.
At 5:00 we finally arrived at the house, and what a house it was. It was HUGE. The gravel driveway led up to an enormous two story wooden house, perfectly painted, perfectly detailed. We entered and where hit by the cold air from the central a/c, the foyer led to a large living area of sorts with sofas, recliners and an awesome 62 inch LCD TV on the wall. However, the best part was that this living area looked out to a huge flying deck with a pool, barbecue and COMPLETE bar.
I was awestruck. The pool was HUGE; the barbecue wasn't just a barbecue, but rather a cooking area with grill, range, sink, refrigerator and freezer. And the BAR, ohhh the bar. It had two beers on TAP and a soda gun with all the flavors! There where chaise lounge chairs, tables, regular chairs with umbrellas all around, and a STAFF of people waiting for us.
Of course this huge multilevel deck looked out over the beach and the Pacific Ocean.
Our bags where taken upstairs to the bedrooms, and we where asked to change into something more comfortable after we freshened up so we could watch the sunset outside and enjoy happy hour.
What a house.
Patty and I made our way upstairs to an incredible bedroom with a balcony that afforded us a breath taking view of the ocean, our own bathroom and a great king size bed. We changed into shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops and practically ran downstairs.
The girls still hadn't arrived but Carlos was already there. Alberto, the Chinese butler asked what we wanted to drink, and quickly and professionally prepared them and brought them to us. We toasted each other, and settled down on the lower level of the deck and looked out onto the beach. As we sat down, the girls came down, got their drinks and excused themselves as they walked out onto the beach.
It turns out the Spring Break is huge in Costa Rica. Everybody leaves the city and hits the beaches.
Well, let me just say that I was in heaven. We had an incredible dinner that night, and the four of us got hammered. Carlos could really pound them down. In fact, he and I stayed up for at least an hour after our wives had gone to bed talking about this and that.
"So, Michael, if you behave, tomorrow we'll hit 18 holes, and I'll take you to a 19th hole you'll never forget."
Whatever that meant didn't concern me in the slightest. I just knew it would be great.
As I opened my eyes on Saturday I saw that it was already 9:00! My wife was still asleep, so I crawled out of bed, hit the shower and was downstairs by 9:30. I had not set my second foot onto the deck when Alberto handed me a Bloody Mary. It was just what I needed. Just the right amount of spice and liquor.
"So my friend, how are you feeling?" asked Carlos who looked as if he hadn't drank an ounce the night before.
"Oh, ...fine, thanks"
"I'm sure. Listen, have breakfast, I'll make a few calls, and we'll leave in 30 minutes, ok?"
"Sure." Whatever.
Alberto asked what I wanted for breakfast and I said something greasy. I got two scrambled eggs, a slice of whole wheat bread and some Costa Rican breakfast sausage which was out of this world.
As I was enjoying breakfast the girls came down and hit the pool. Amanda laid her towel on the chair and peeled her shorts down to reveal complete nakedness, or so I thought. It was a skin colored g-string bikini which didn't even appear on the back, and was so small on the front, and because of its color, I swore she was buck naked. Gabbi was wearing a bright thong, and my Heather a real bikini. Not a large one per se, but bikini never the less.
We all hugged and kissed (big in Costa Rica), and they comenced their sunbathing rituals.
Carlos came out and asked if I was ready, and we headed out to golf.
The clubhouse was incredible, and as the valet took the car, and we made our way inside, Carlos said hello and introduced me to at least 10 people. Every single one of them spoke English. Incredible.
We finally made our way outside to a small structure down a path behind the clubhouse.
I asked where we where headed, and Carlos simply answered, "Forget about golf, its too dam hot. Let's just get a massage, and head back home."
As we entered the small chalet-looking structure, a beautiful young lady smiled and greeted Carlos.
"Don Carlos, how nice to see you again...is this the friend you mentioned on the phone?"
