I had chosen this part of the beach because it was pretty isolated from the crowded hotel beach with the crying kids and everything else that accompanied it. It had originally been marked as a clothing-optional area, but that was decades ago. But even here now, folks were yelling and cursing so loudly that my earplugs couldn't even cancel them out. Fernando had warned me about all the goings on out here on this semi-isolated section of the beach -lost tourists, gigolos, horny couples. Sounded like my kind of spot, I had joked to him.
The loud cursing folks were a cute couple in their early twenties or so. I had not seen them around this particular area before. But I did remember them from where Fernando and I were having drinks one evening. Very hot couple. She was a curving buxom light strawberry-blond in a very small bikini, and he was dark and jacked wearing a speedo that hid nothing. I watched them for a second. I didn't know how that bikini was managing to hold together as the girl twisted and turned back yelling at the hot guy as she trudged through the sand. The dude had a tattoo on his flexing pec and another on his side that twisted around his torso, dipping under his speedo. That looks sexy, I thought, but it must have fucking hurt like hell. He had his hand in the air, his finger pointing alternately at her and the heavens, punctuating every expletive he yelled at her in Portuguese and in English. She returned with curse words that even I hadn't heard, then she slapped him hard across the face.
I just turned up my music and pulled my ball cap down lower over my face, deciding to try to ignore it for the moment.
Wham! Something knocked against my lounger causing it to rock, shifting it slightly in the soft sand.
I jerked up from my slightly tilting lounger, pushing my cap back and pulling off my sunglasses. I grabbed at my earplugs.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I just didn't see you...my head was turned and I didn't see you," the young woman from the couple apologized profusely, lying in the sand beside me.
"It's okay. Must be my lucky day," I told her, looking over her beautiful body and giving her a bit of a smile. "You didn't break anything." I looked around. "Everything seems to be intact, myself included," I laughed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, my leg hit that cushioned part. It didn't hurt me," the girl said, pointing at the thick cushion hanging off the edge of the sun lounger.
Her breasts swung like heavy round pendulums straining the skimpy material as she bent over in an effort to pull herself onto her feet. Just absolutely perfect, I thought to myself as she adjusted her tiny outfit.
"Now look what you fuckin' did! Porra! Shit! Puta que pariu! For fuck's sake!," the dude yelled angrily at her as he walked up.
She started crying uncontrollably, half-heartedly brushing sand off her arms.
"Hey, man, watch the way you talk to her," I shouted back at him, my eyes staring at the impression his thick cock was making in his tight swimsuit.
"You mind your own damn fuckin' business, granddad," he growled my way.
My eyes moved up and down his body. The body of a man, the mouth of a jackass, I chuckled to myself.
"I understand that I'm almost fifty years old, but I'm not a grandpa by any stretch of the imagination, boy," I told him sternly as he walked up and grabbed the girl roughly by her arm.
"Stop it," she hissed softly, sharply pulling away from his grasp. Her arm was red where he had grabbed it. "Leave me alone," she cried out.
"Just walk away, dude," I told the young guy as he moved to grab her arm again.
"I told you to fuckin' mind your own damn fuckin' business, pops," he laughed. "I'd hate to knock the fuck out of an old senior citizen. Tha fuck callin' me 'boy'...this MAN will fuck you up..." He puffed up and wiped at his nose, flexing his muscles.
I stood up, showing him my full six-foot four-inch stature and the broad-shouldered v-shape frame that was the product of good genes and many hours in the gym. My hairy chest was graying and I had a few lines around my eyes, but I still loomed over his slightly smaller muscled frame.
"What was all that, boy?"
"Uhm, uhm, nothing, sir," he said meekly, trying to avoid getting the shit beat out of him.
"Get out of the sun and sit the fuck down," I gestured to both of them, talking in a way they seemed to understand.
I motioned for them to sit down under the large umbrella. The guy sat on the edge of the blanket and the girl perched on part of the lounger.
"Now what the fuckin' hell is going on with you two? I'm not nosy until I'm forced into it. I'm trying to enjoy myself out here, but you two are making that mighty gawdamn hard."
I had gone into full daddy-mode.
I sat on the other end of the sunlounger, leaning toward them with my arms on my thighs.
"I'm sorry we disturbed you. We came down here to get away from everyone and just didn't see you over here," the girl stuttered, wiping her eyes. "I'm Lily," she said, looking at me and giving me a brave little smile.
"I'm Bill," I told her, smiling back.
"And I'm João," the guy said, holding out his hand. "Sorry about my mouth."
I shook his hand. "So, is there anything I can do?"
João looked at Lily. She started to cry again.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on," I said, calmly. "What's going on?"
"Everything we had -our cash, traveler's cheques, cards, phones, everything was in her bag," João explained. "And it was stolen earlier today."
Lily let lose a good bawl into her hands
"I see," I answered, nodding my head. "That's horrible bad luck, but I've known it to happen in these crowded tourist areas. You've got to be careful around here. It happens and it's just gone."
"We told the police, but they weren't much help. They talked about reporting it to our insurance and hotel. It was after we checked out and the hotel wasn't very helpful either, saying it was a police matter. They're holding our luggage for us. We now have nothing. Not a cent." He gave an angry side glance at Lily..
"It wasn't my fault! I just turned away for a second," she cried. "You just disappeared. I was looking for you!"
"Puta merda! Fucking shit!" João groaned, getting up and walking off a few feet. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked back, looking frustrated. "I told you not to turn your back at the beach, even for a second when it is..."
"Okay, okay," I interrupted him. "Are you hungry? I am," I asked, trying to ease the tension. "Let's go to the cafe and get something to eat. You'll feel better."
João looked at Lily and she shook her head sadly.
"We don't have any money."
"Nonsense, my treat, okay?" I said, grabbing my things.
João looked back at Lily, who nodded at him as she calmed down.
"Okay, thank you, sir," João told me, as he patted Lily's leg.
"Stop with the 'sir' thing, call me 'Bill'," I corrected him.