My wife's career in Public Relations requires her to do a lot of traveling. She will usually be gone for about three days, then will return home and have another three days off. It's pretty lonely for the three days in which she is gone, but I keep myself busy by working on the lawn and restoring my 71 Mustang. A few weeks ago my wife got an assignment to do some P.R in a city only 2 hours from our home. She was to leave on Thursday and return on Sunday. She would be staying in a Resort located on a very popular beach. Since her company was paying the bill, we decided I would come down and keep her company.
I took Friday off, allowing me to leave for the resort after work on Thursday. I arrived at her room at about 7:30, and was more then ready to test out the king-sized bed. Unfortunately she was not. She said that se was starving and needed something to eat. So being the romantic, I took her to the local Caeraba's so that we could sip wine and get nice and cozy. My plan backfired, all the pasta and wine made her so tired I thought she would fall asleep in her chair.
We returned to the room, where she put on a pair of shorts and one my t-shirts, immediately going to bed. How discouraging, I drove two hours to sit in a hotel and watch ESPN, I could do that at home. I knew that tomorrow and tomorrow night, she was going to be working, which would probably leave me with no nooky on this uneventful expedition.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of my wife blow-drying her hair. When she came out of the bathroom she saw me laying there awake. "I'll be back at about 9 tonight," she informed me. I then broke the news by telling her that I was going to head home that day. I had some work to do at the house, and didn't want to waste a whole day sitting in a hotel. She was very understanding. She told me to drive carefully, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left.
I hung out in the hotel for a while and watched some old B movies until I got enough motivation to move. I finally got up around noon, showered, and got dressed. I threw on my swim trunks and a tank top, since they were the only clothes I had brought, and left the hotel for home. While making my way back to the interstate, I saw signs pointing to the beach. I thought, what the hell, I'll make a pit stop, have a little lunch and I'll be on my way.
I parked my car at the peer where I took off my shirt and sandals and headed for the beach. I was a little pail but I am in pretty good shape and wasn't worried about looking too bad. It had been so long since I had been to the beach I had forgotten how beautiful women at the beach were. I walked down the length of the beach with my feet in the edge of the surf. There were hundreds of eye candy hotties for me to gawk at. When I was near the end of the beach, I got ready to turn around, when a group of women in the distance caught my eye. I could make out 5 girls laid out in chairs wearing bikinis, while another bikini clad girl was taking their picture. I obviously needed to investigate.
As I approached, the girl taking the pictures looked in my direction while the others followed suit. I thought to myself, I'm still hot if these girls are checking me out. My ego was shattered when I heard a thick southern bell drawl say, "Excuse me sir, can you take a picture for us." Sir!! I thought, how old do I look? I was hurt but I obliged them. The brunette picture taker came bouncing up to me in her little blue bikini to give me the camera. She ran back to her chair next to the other beauties and gave me instructions on how to operate the camera. I did the corny, say cheese, and they all hoisted their drink cups and screamed cheese as I took their picture.
"Where you ladies from," I asked.
"Tennessee!" one screamed, as two others screamed, "Go Vols Wooooh!!" Apparently those three had gotten an early start on drinking. The girl who owned the camera went on to explain how they were sorority sister who were celebrating graduation. "Want a Margarita?" One of the loud one's asked.
"Sure," I replied. She got up and walked to the cooler as I followed.
As she was making my drink one of the girls sarcastically said, "Where's your wife." They all roared with laughter. I looked over at which one said it, and it was a little blonde who I hadn't even noticed. She was looking at me over her John Lennon sunglasses with one eyebrow lifted. She sat there tapping her finger with a half smirk on her face.