Mate and I went to Cancun about five years back. Thankfully, we booked separate rooms nowhere near each other. I came back from a day trip to the Mayan ruins at Chichenitza and we're sitting at one of the hotel bars when this blonde sits down beside us still in her bathing suit, lamenting her friends had already gone for dinner. Well, says I, why not join us for dinner after you've changed? Things go pretty well and my mate sees its me who's gonna be the lucky one, so he leaves the two of us to our own devices.
One thing leads to another, of course. This woman, who like me was in her early 50s, had a tiger tattoo that started on her left shoulder blade and ended on her ass. I swear the way that thing moved freaked me out at times. Anyway, next morning, I roll over and that's when I saw the ring on her finger. I'm half-expecting an irate husband to come barging into the room at any moment and I managed to croak out, "You're married?" "Oh, yes," she said. I asked where hubby was and she replied, "Back home," in a midwestern US state I won't name in the one-in-a-billion chance one of our American GOTers knows her. "I'm here to have fun." She was travelling with some co-workers and by the next night they all knew and didn't bat an eye.
We hung out together most of the week and on my last night -- I was flying out early the ext day -- she thanked me for my "linguistic" abilities, paying me in kind with a superb deep-throat.
And my friend? He was propositioned by a gay man from Austria. He'd gone out on the patio for a smoke when this guy came up. I could see the two of them talking and suddenly my mate was shaking his head frantically. He came back to the bar laughing his head off. Stupid bugger had a chance with a couple of friendly ladies from the Buffalo area but had his eye on some young thing from New Brunswick. Got nowhere, of course.
