He took her to the village of San Blas in Mexico. It was beautiful this time of year, but then, San Blas was beautiful anytime of the year. He told her he wanted to make love to her in a room with a ceiling fan, behind 9 foot tall French doors that opened onto a large balcony that overlooked the sea. He wanted her to wear a bikini top and a long wrap around skirt and nothing else. He would place orchids in her hair and they would feast on Mahi-Mahi and lush tropical fruit for which the region was known.
Although San Blas was a small village, it was becoming known as a tourist haven. He told her he would take her places the tourists didn't go, and he did. He also told her she would be unique there, that men would stare at her from afar and lust after her. It was true. As they walked through the market place men and women couldn't take their eyes off her.
Women looked upon her as a curiosity, but men turned their heads to look at her after they passed to see if the back parts of her looked as good as the front parts of her. It did. She was statuesque at 6' 2" and her white flawless skin contrasted with the mocha skin of the locals. Her short blonde hair contrasted with the coal blackness of theirs and she was beautiful in any man's language. He felt proud to be the man by her side and he held her hand or placed his arm around her shoulders to let others know she was his.
She spun around with her arms out to her sides taking in the atmosphere. "Ohhhhh, Steve, I'm so happy you brought me here. It's every bit as beautiful as you said it was."
Music played everywhere, from Latin beats to country music, and it played loudly. It was interspersed with taxi cab horns blaring as they sped tourists here and there and everywhere. Visually, San Blas was paradise. Brightly dressed locals who were not afraid to show skin, danced in the street to the beat of the music. A soft hot breeze caressed the fronds of palm trees ruffling the feathers of brightly colored birds that were perched there. The odor of food from the small carts of vendors wafted through the market place. All the sights and sounds lent an air of romance to those fortunate enough to be in such a magical place.
"I knew you'd adore it here, mi querida."
"Ohhh, yes, I do indeed. Just look at all these beautiful handmade things that are for sale in this market place, and they're so inexpensive, too."
She held up a pair of Mexican silver earrings to her ears and admired herself in a small mirror that hung from a stand next to the jewelry counter. "These are lovely," she said.
"Then they are yours. Add them to your basket."
"Thank you, Steve. They really are beautiful, don't you think?"
He looked at her and smiled. She was lovely dressed in a creamy yellow blouse and skirt and a matching wide brimmed hat. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts jiggled when she walked.
"I'm looking at the most beautiful thing here," he said as he brought her hand to his lips. He kissed the back of it, then turned it over and kissed the palm, his hot tongue licking the sensitive center. Her skin was smooth and soft like the rest of her and he couldn't wait to be alone with this marvelous creature.
She smiled at him in a most seductive way slightly raising her right eye brow. a dreamy and excited look evident in her eyes.
"Steve, mi guapo, are you trying to seduce me? Right here in the market place?"
He loved it when she spoke to him in that soft sultry voice. "Yes, my adored, I am."
Tilting her head downwards and looking up at him from under her hat, she smiled and whispered, "Perhaps we should go back to our room now." She watched his face light up and the corners of his mouth curve into a devilish grin.
"That's a wonderful idea! It's almost lunch time and I've arranged for food to be brought to our room. I'm sure you'll love the local fare.
The walk back to their room was leisurely due to the heat of the noontime sun. They walked hand in hand, admiring the lush vegetation and colorful flowers that bloomed along the way. Illegal purples and reds making stunning riots of color brilliance were seen everywhere. Shrimp boats were unloading the morning's catch in Mantachen Bay, and fruit sellers, hiding from the blistering tropical sun under thatched palm shade and weathered concrete, were selling bananas and mangoes and fresh pineapple out from small carts that lined either side of the road. They too would soon be seeking cool shelter from the heat and humidity of the early afternoon, only to return in the cool of the evening after siesta time.
