The tall good looking young man confidently approached the 30-ish woman seated at the bar. Wearing a stylish one piece swimsuit and cover up, she had caught his eye when she came into the hotel bar some 30 minutes ago. Though she was conservatively dressed for a resort like Cancun Mexico, her beauty still radiated. She kept checking her watch and glancing at the door. She was definitely waiting on someone, probably a husband judging from the ring on her finger.
Still it was worth a try. In his two weeks at the Mexican resort, the 21 year old had approached 15 women at the beach and the bar. Five politely told him no, four said hell no. The other six, all married, chatted with him. He managed to get three to go to his room for an afternoon romp. He liked those odds. He also liked husbands who left their wives alone to play golf.
He stopped to order two Coronas on his way. She had been nursing one since she had arrived. He stepped in beside her, setting the beer in front of her.
"Golf?"
"I'm sorry, what?" The woman, Rondi, was surprised by the young man's sudden appearance. He was quite handsome, tall and in great shape. But still a boy. She wondered if he were even old enough to buy the beer he was holding. None of that mattered. She was not interested.
"Your husband. Is he playing golf instead of keeping his beautiful wife company?
Rondi blushed at the compliment. He was smooth. She decided to play along. Her husband was indeed golfing and would be coming along soon to rescue her. She would at least get a cold beer to replace the warm one she hadn't finished.
"Not that it is any of your business, but yes. He will be here soon."
"No doubt with a seven iron to bash my head in."
"I would say you would take a bigger club, maybe a 3 wood."
"I probably do have a bigger club than your husband!"
Rondi gave a nervous laugh. He certainly didn't waste time. And she was not one to back down from a verbal sparring match.
"His 'club' does the job, thank you very much. "
"A putter can do its job, but it takes a long club to drive the green!"
She didn't have a rebuttal for that. Her husband's 'club' was the only one that she ever had. So she was now curious.
"How long of a club does it take to 'drive the green?'"
"It takes at least a long iron. Whew, I am running out of golf euphemisms."
Rondi was glad that was over. Cody, her husband was now 40 minutes late. She figured there was no harm in passing the time talking to this stranger. Cody may not like it, but his tardiness instigated it.
"I'm Rondi by the way. My husband is Cody. We are down her for a weeks vacation. Denver.
"I'm Jason from southern California. Came here for spring break and didn't want to go back to school. I got a gig tending bar here at night. Doesn't pay a lot but they give me a room.
It leaves my days free to talk to hot wives. Beautiful wives."
"Then you better go find one." Rondi once again blushed at the compliment. She was a looker. 5'6" with a slender build. She had the face of a model, accented by flawless make-up. Her eyes were easily her best feature. Brilliant green with golden highlights. Her face was framed by shoulder length coal black hair.
"I think I have."
The ice was broken. Jason hoped her husband didn't show up. This one was a sure bet if he had the time to work on her. He noticed she had already finished the fresh beer he had bought. He flicked his finger to the daytime barkeeper. And another beer appeared in front of her.
After yet another beer, some stimulating conversation, and still no husband, she finally acquiesced to Jason's repeated requests to join him on the dance floor. After a couple of fast song came a slow one. Wordlessly, Jason pulled her close for a slow dance.
Rondi's husband, Cody, was late meeting his wife at the hotel bar. His golf game had taken longer than he had expected. He entered the dark room, letting his eyes adjust. He didn't see her sitting anywhere and was about to leave when her floral print beach cover-up caught his eye. Oh she is dancing. He thought that it was good that she was not sitting at a table getting madder and madder at his tardiness. That is until he looked closer. Her breasts were smashed up into his chest, and his hands were inside her cover-up!
He went into immediate kick ass mode. As he started toward the dance floor, the bartender reached over and stopped him.
"Wife?"
"Yes." He tried to pull away, but the grip on his arm was surprisingly strong.
"It would be best for everyone involved if you don't start a fight in here. You don't want to go to a Mexican jail. Affluent tourists like you get bled dry in jail here. Jason over there works for this hotel. He will be out in minutes if they take him in at all. It would be best if you went back to your room and waited for her. Or stay here out of sight."
Truth was he was not much of a fighter and it would not be good to go to jail here. He opted to watch for now.
The stranger and Rondi went back to her table, holding hands as they walked. He watched their animated conversation. Every so often, Jason would lean in and whisper in her ear. This was usually followed by a kiss. Sometimes the kiss was initiated by his wife. His wife, His wife of 15 years and two children kissing a stranger passionately.
Once more, they went to the dance floor when the music piped into the bar slowed down. They again were mashed together, barely moving. His hands were now down on her butt cheeks, squeezing them rhythmically. He continued the whispering into her ear. They kissed as they danced.
Cody had enough. If he stayed, he didn't know if he could control his anger. He went back to their room to wait.
Rondi began to question her decision to dance with the good looking stranger. She had given up on her husband. When Jason asked her to dance to a fast song, she accepted. When a slow song came on she let him draw her close to him. Too close she thought. But she continued dancing. After the dance, back at her table, Jason started whispering in her ear .
"You are so beautiful."
"I want to kiss you."
"Let's dance"
Jason punctuated each whisper with a kiss, first on her sensitive neck, then on her lips. He kept up his onslaught on the dance floor.
"It looks like your husband isn't going to show up." Kiss. "I'm bigger where it counts." Kiss. "I have a room in the hotel." Kiss. Grope.
His hands we now cupping Rondi's butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly. It felt good so she let him continue. She didn't care who saw. She was buzzed from the beer and more than a little mad at her husband for not showing up and causing this situation.
Back at the table, Jason moved his hand farther up her smooth thigh until his finger barely touched the fabric of her swimsuit. He had this one ready to go. He decided to close the sale. He slid two fingers under the crotch of her suit and into her very wet pussy. She tensed up momentarily, the relaxed as he caressed her sex.