Hot Body: Sex: In a Foreign Country

My friend and I sat in our beach chairs absently reading our sex filled vacation books. We sipped drinks laden with rum as our toes fiddled the warm sands of Bay Rouge in French St. Martin. We both had our suit tops down exposing most of our ample breasts. Life was good. I first noticed the Fabio hair from behind. It was black, wet and nearly reached the small of his back. A back that was rippled with hard ripe muscles that glistened in the warm Caribbean sun. The smell  of fresh cooked ribs and chicken mingled with the smell of the ocean. We both noticed him at the same time.  He stood chest deep in the clear water and smoothed his long beautiful hair back out of his face. He dove beneath the clear waters and disappeared. We looked at each other and laughed. We were both retired and assumed that having bodies like that between the sheets was a thing of the past with us. Without speaking we touched our plastic cups filled with Bahama Mamas and toasted to a time gone by.

We were involved in deep conversation about where to eat dinner when we both noticed that the Adonis had turned in our direction. He was walking towards us. Directly towards us. The water was now at his slender waist and we could see his rippled front. Again, we salivated and looked at each other as we silently admired his six pack. "10".  We both said it at the same time. When he emerged full bodied out of the water he walked directly towards us. He was immediately surrounded by his comrades. They spoke French to each other. My friend and I returned our attention to the books on our laps. I saw the legs first. They were tan, luciously muscled, sprinkled with thin hair and dripping water onto the hot sand in front of our beach chairs. He was standing directly over us with his towel thrown over his back. He proudly displayed the bulge in his speedo.

He started talking to us. We didn't understand a word. It really did not matter of course, because he had only two teeth on the bottom and three on the top. The inside of his mouth was disgusting. Talk about disappointing. He spoke enough English for us to relay the message that we were not interested in whatever he was selling and he walked away shrugging his shoulders. We held the laughter in our bellies. After all, he was with several other people. My friend and I slapped five that we had really been taken for a ride with fate on that one. We settled back into our beach chairs, sipped our Bahama Mamas and continued to read.