Sensuality

I had to laugh at myself then because I knew how stupid I sounded. My sister and I were tighter than tight and she knew nothing stopped me from getting dick. I plopped down on the overstuffed couch and spilled my guts when I stopped laughing.

“Ticey, I ain’t seen a man here yet who looks good enough to get this ass, girl. Can you believe that?”

“Whaaaaaaaaat?” Ticey drawled. “Dee, you lying! Here I am waiting for you to say our Latino brothers are swinging giant dicks. Sis, I swear I was gonna pack my ish and hop on the next thing smoking down that way.” Ticey laughed loudly in my ear.

“Girl, don’t waste your time. I’ve been here five days and ain’t seen nothing worth taking my drawers off for.” I laughed with her.

“Damn, girl. That must be hard for you. Where are you, anyway? I thought you were in Cancún but the operator didn’t say Cancún.”

“Operator? What operator? Ticey, I left y’all a direct number for the phone here at the house. Why you call the operator?”

“Dee, you know I don’t know nothing about calling foreign countries. The operator was cool. It didn’t take her no time to ring you.”

“Chile, do you know operator-assisted calls are the most expensive? ’Bye, Ticey! We been on this phone too long. You gonna be mad when you get your bill and no, I ain’t splitting it with you so don’t ask!”

“Dee, you know you wrong. ’Bye, girl. Oh, wait! Where ya at?”

“I’m in a town called Sayulita. It’s near Puerto Vallarta. ’Bye, Ticey.” I hung up.

Since I was already up, I watched the colorful sunrise from the bedroom patio and did a fifteen-minute meditation. After a warm shower, I dressed for breakfast, ready to step out into another sparkling day. The bedroom mirror reflected my fine chocolate frame, looking voluptuous in my lime-green sundress. I put on matching thong sandals and pulled my waist-length locs up into a high ponytail, glossed my lips, then checked my side and rear views to make sure my dress repped my 36DDs and ass like it should. Perfection!

The restaurant that had become my favorite place to eat breakfast was a block away. It was one of the oldest restaurants in Sayulita and had a panoramic view of the surf. The señora and her husband who owned the restaurant were very nice people. Both spoke excellent Spanglish; I chose their company every morning because they reminded me of my momma and daddy.

The beach beckoned after my leisurely breakfast. There wasn’t much else to do, and since my plan was to soak up as much sun as I could before heading back to dreary DC, I gave in. I would be sorry to leave the beauty and warmth of Sayulita but happy when the house was officially mine. The problem was that I had no clue how long it would take. Mexican laws on foreign property ownership are complicated so I had a mexicano attorney handling this for me. He called me the day I arrived but not since then, so I was basically killing time.

I lay out on my towel under my umbrella and opened one of the juicy novels I took out of my bag. I had to put it down after a few chapters into the book. It made me horny, and why should I be reading about some other woman getting her freak on if I had to walk around with hard nipples and a lonely coochie until I got back home? Uh-uh, I wasn’t doing that. I closed my eyes, stretched out on my back, and let the soothing sounds and aromas of the beach make love to me while I thought about the benefits of having my own house near the beach. My purchase would enable me to take real vacations as often as I could get away and every time I came down, it would be like getting free accommodations because if I handled my business correctly, it would pay for itself with the extra cash I could make by renting it out to some folks I already had in mind.

When I opened my eyes, there was a man standing over me. He startled the shit outta me but I grew up in the hood. I wasn’t scared. We stared at each other, neither speaking. Since he came to me, I waited. In the meantime, I assessed him with a practiced eye. I was squinting into the sun but the brotha was fine from what I could see. His jeans and white T-shirt were nothing fancy but they fit him well. He looked like he was taller than me, had broad shoulders, nice muscle tone in his arms, and a trim waist. He had smooth, deep bronze skin, an angular jawline, and thick, glossy hair that disappeared down his back. I could see that he wasn’t as husky as my usual type but that was trivial. However, I did need to know if he could pass the T-bone test cuz I like my men the way I like my steaks: brown and meaty with a big bone in the middle. He was definitely brown and I was hoping the other two were part of the package as well.

Then my conscience kicked in: You’re on business in a foreign country, girl. Cool your hot ass down! it hollered at me as I stared curiously at him. But unlike my conscience, I have no shame when it comes to sex. Am I a bad girl because I like my business to be as pleasurable as possible? And why should I make an exception just because I was out of the country? Shit, I’ve been here a week and he’s the first man I’ve seen who ain’t too light, too skinny, or too ugh for my tastes. It might take a little ingenuity to get the dick, but it’s alright. If I can’t do this, it can’t be done. I can play this game in my sleep. I giggled aloud as I visualized the kinky possibilities.

My laughter ended the staring contest and he spoke to me.

“Señora, you should cover up more when you are sleeping on the beach. Some in our town do not consider it proper for a lady to expose her…to expose herself in such a way in public.” Then he left abruptly. I watched him disappear into a restaurant I’d eaten in a few days ago.

Well damn! Not even a polite hello. I didn’t know what to think about that. I hope all this body didn’t offend the dude. I know not every man can handle this much woman but I love every inch of me and I’m not ashamed to flaunt my assets. Maybe I dozed off and my legs were open or a titty fell out. I considered myself attired conservatively in my white two-piece. A sheer orange pareo covered my booty so what was the fuss about? It wasn’t one of those itty-bitty, dental-floss-in-ya-crack bikinis either. I got tits and ass to spare and I fluctuate between a big size 14 and a smallish 18. I never could find an off-the-rack swimsuit that could keep all my goodies wrapped in the package. I have my bikinis custom-made to gently support my lusciousness while allowing my sexiness to play a peekaboo.

I thought about my visitor. I didn’t see him when I ate in that restaurant earlier in the week. Did he work there? Hmmm…I had an idea about lunch. I stayed at the beach another hour before flouncing off to the house to get ready for the midday stunt I intended to pull.

Showering and putting on fresh clothes and makeup killed a half hour on my clock. It was too hot for too many clothes but a full-figured sista can’t roll without the proper foundation. I wore black lace panties, a matching bra and a black half-slip under my turquoise crinkled-cotton dress. My makeup was minimal, just eye shadow and tinted gloss on my lips.

The restaurant was cool and dim in contrast to the midday heat and glare. I sat down at an empty table and waited for my waiter. He appeared at my elbow almost before I could put my legs under the table. Was it a coincidence that he was the guy from the beach? His name tag said RODRIGO and his eyes were sexy, what people used to call bedroom eyes. Mmm…my pussy threatened to heateth over.

“Buenas tardes, señora. I am Rodrigo, your waiter today. How are you today, señora?” he sang in a perfect blend of English and Spanish.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and

flashed what I hoped was a sweet smile. I was saving the drama for later. “I’m doing well today, Rodrigo. ¿Y tú?”

“Muy bien, señora. Gracias. What can I get you to drink today?” He put napkins and a straw on the table in front of me.

“I’ll have a lemon Perrier, por favor.”

“Gracias, señora. Would you like to order now or wait until you have your drink?”

“I’ll order now, thank you. I will have the rice and beans with plátanos maduros and house salad, please.”

“Gracias, señora. I will be right back with your Perrier. It will be a few minutes for your meal. In the meantime, please, if you prefer, you can sit on either of the outside patios. There is the one out front or the one upstairs, on the roof.”