Let me tell you, there's nothing like youth to invigorate an older man. As I walked down the beach next to this Costa Rican model, I felt I was twenty-something again. Nothing jiggled on this beauty...the tiny bikini she had on looked magnificent. Actually, it was a cross between a tiny bikini and a thong, with a more than half of each perfectly sculpted tan ass cheek there for everyone to admire.
The four of us made small talk, and twenty minutes later made our way up to Gregorio's pool deck. As Carlos got his bearings and flew solo, I decided it was high time I get to work on Annmarie. We ordered our drinks and sat down in the shade and picked up our conversation right where we left off.
Morning turned to afternoon, and my magic seemed to be working. After the fifth drink, I was able to successfully steer the conversation towards sex. Past boyfriends, current boyfriends, virginity lost at such and such an age, etc. etc.
Annmarie alleged that despite a slew of admirers, she hadn't had a boyfriend in a year.
"You see, there's no way I, as a man, can understand that," I said.
"Why?"
"After having had sex, which I assume was enjoyable to you, how can you go a year without it?"
"Well, I'm not saying I don't get the urge every now and then, and when I do, I use my vibrator."
W O W!!! Now this was a girl who took matters into her own hands!
"Equally as satisfying as the real thing?" I asked.
"As you Americans say, there's nothing like the real thing, but what's a girl to do?"
"Well, we'll just have to work on that," I said.
And at that split second, who appears before me but Raquel and Nina, the girls from the golf club!
I stood up for the customary hug and kiss, and introduced Annmarie as I invited the girls to sit with us.
Their appearance coincided perfectly with lunch, and all four of us enjoyed great burgers and home made chips as Annmarie and I continued our drinking and our new guests were doing the best they could at catching up.
The girls hit it off fabulously, but I detected a bit of jealously from Annmarie, who excused herself to go freshen up, and when she returned dove in the pool.
Meanwhile, I was getting interviewed by Raquel and Nina. Why hadn't I returned to the club, had I already "slept" with Annmarie, had I behaved myself, etc. etc?
Long story short, at around fourish, after Annmarie had taken a long dip in the pool and dried off, Nina asked to borrow a swimsuit so she could take a dip too, so the two of the excused themselves and made their way into the house and upstairs.
"This is finally going to get interesting," said Raquel.
"Oh? How so?" I asked.
"Give them ten minutes and then I'll take you to see."
My curiosity was peaked, but I slammed my umpteenth drink down, and then went inside with Raquel guiding me by the hand.
We ascended the stairs sneakily, and then went directly to the sixth door on the right, which was actually a bathroom. Raquel signaled for me to be quiet as we went in and closed and locked the door behind us.
I didn't have the slightest idea what was going to happen, but I couldn't wait.
We then practically tip toed to another door on the side of the bathroom, which I assume led to a bedroom. As Raquel twisted the doorknob, she found it to be locked. Her shoulders slumped momentarily, but then she looked five feet away and saw the other door...which I assume led to another bedroom on the other side of the bathroom. She turned the knob slowly, and VOILA, it was unlocked. How in the hell Raquel knew where she was is beyond me. Regardless, she opened the door just a slither.
I positioned myself behind her, and peered in.
Annmarie and Nina were talking up a storm. Nina was on the bed in her little shorts and t-shirt and Annmarie was rifling through her luggage looking for what I assume was a swimsuit.
As this was going on, they were chatting, unfortunately, in Spanish.
Annmarie would take different suits out and show them to Nina, who would say, basically, "nice, but keep looking".
Finally, Annmarie pulled one out that apparently satisfied Nina, so Nina got up, shed ALL her clothes and tried the bottom on, but it was too tight.
With the little Spanish I know, I think she said, "Here, let me look."
And with that Nina started wading through Annmarie's luggage.
Honestly, I think my wife has four swimsuits, tops. I guess with Annmarie modeling, ten or fifteen was more her number.
Annmarie hit the bed as Nina continued her rifling (naked), matching tops with bottoms, and so on and as she lifted one bikini top, along came a pink jelly dildo.
She feigned shock as she pulled it loose from the bikini and turned towards Annmarie, who at first turned beet red, but then shrugged hers shoulders and didn't seem to care.
Nina meanwhile turned the knob at the bottom and it came to life. She smiled as she handled it playfully, and made her way towards the bed.
