Arriving at Cancun International, I stepped off the plane feeling very hesitant about my trip. I had never attempted anything like this before. Never gone on a vacation alone before. In fact, I had never done anything for myself before. I had earned this though; I really had earned it. Clearing customs and immigration was quick and efficient. Hailing a taxi was no problem and the forty miles to Playa del Carmen went quickly. I had booked a room at the Shangri La Hotel on the ocean. After checking in at the registration desk, the bellman cheerfully led me to my room. I tipped him generously, and he left with a smile. The room was gorgeous and it was everything that the web site said it would be. When making my reservations I had decided to spoil myself, not the bridal or presidential suite, but a one-bedroom mini-suite. It was top dollar and it was worth it, with a picture window facing the ocean's white caps, a kitchenette, a bar and seating area, a large separate bedroom and a marble bathtub that was actually large enough to accommodate my six-foot frame. I smiled at the king-sized bed with its four brass posts.
Opening the door to the balcony, the ocean breeze rustled the skirt of my sundress. Oh, how I needed this. Leaning over the railing, gazing at the happy couples strolling hand and hand down the beach, I began to cry. How could he have treated me like this? After all, he had known of the pain in my past and then treated me so cruelly. Giving in to the tears for a moment, I raised my head and vowed that those were the last tears that would be shed over that bastard! Turning back into the suite, I left the sliding door open and the warm salt air was billowing the curtains.
Unpacking my suitcases, I searched for my icon of strength. Pulling out the riding crop and holding it in my hands, its black leather so smooth to the touch, thinking about the times it had flown across my bottom. The marks it had left on my skin. The stinging sensation as it creased my breasts and nipples. Thinking about the man who had wielded it, my jaw clenched and slapped the palm of my hand and remembered the vow made to myself. If this is ever used again, it won't be used on me! I will be the one who administers the crop. Smiling at my inner resolve and strength, I put the crop in the drawer of the bedside table.
As beautiful as the suite was, there wasn't any time to waste when the sun and the surf were calling to me. I slipped into a new two-piece white thong bathing suit and went to the dressing table and brushed my hair, pulling it up and clipping it to show off my long, slender neck. Wrapping a colorful sarong around my waist, I slid into some flip-flops and went to the full-length mirror. Remembering how I had always tried to hide my height, I turned to the closet and exchanged the flip-flops for a pair of white 3-inch high sandals. Watching myself in the mirror, my posture changed. My D-cup chest thrust forward and my rounded bottom rolled out to take its place proudly on my body. My calf muscles flexed and gave my legs an even longer and leaner look. I stood straight and proud of myself!
Grabbing a small beach bag filled with the usual sunbathing tools, I turned and looked once more at the bed table that contained the riding crop, a reminder of the new life I had sworn to find. Taking the elevator down and walking through the lobby, I felt more than one pair of eyes on me. This was nothing new, having long since learned that the sight of a six-foot woman in heels with an air of confidence around her is not seen every day. Passing an older couple, I caught the eye of a gentleman gawking at me from across the lobby. His girlfriend was unaware of his staring and she was digging for something in her purse. Locking onto his eyes like a Star Trek tractor beam, he seemed to shrink as the distance closed between us. Smiling at him, he received a wink from me in passing. Like a sunflower following the warm sunlight, he turned his body to keep watch. Giggling to myself, his girlfriend growled at him, "Seamus! Are you listening to me?"
Approaching the edge of the sand, a young boy dressed in his hotel-issued white shorts and shirt asked me in his fake heavy Mexican accent, "Señorita, may I get you a chaise and a drink?"
"Yes, that would be very nice." I put my hand on his shoulder and removed my sandals, carrying them in my two fingers, and followed him to an umbrella-shaded lounge chair. He spread a large hotel monogrammed beach towel on the lounge and helped me sit down.
"Señorita, what would you like to drink?"
"Surprise me. I will have your local favorite."
He turned and ran off for the beach bar while I put my sandals in my bag and took out some sunscreen and placed it on a table next to me. Never have I been one to darken my skin; my alabaster skin always made my dark eyes seem more deep and mysterious. The young boy returned with a delicious-looking rum punch, garnished with fruit. I signed the hotel check and bestowed a generous tip.
"You'll come back when this is empty?"
"I will be watching, yes, very closely," he said beaming broadly. "You just ask for Humberto if you need anything, Señorita. Anything at all."
Hmmm, couldn't help but notice the tightness in his shorts as his penis bulged against the restraint of the cloth; we touched each other as I handed him back the check and pen. He ran off awkwardly and I settled into my chair and took a sip of my punch. Very nice, full of fruit flavor and rum. Reaching for my sunscreen, I noticed a man standing above me, holding the bottle of lotion. Our eyes met, and I knew this would be my first Mexican vacation pick-up line.
"Did you want to borrow that," I asked, "or are you just stealing it?"
"Aahh, no, I'm sorry," he said. "I was just curious as to what SPF number you were using. I've been using a number 15 but it doesn't seem to be very effective. I see yours is a 40." He chuckled.
"Want to tell me what's so funny about my sunscreen?"
He stammered a bit. "Just a thought that ran through my head, that's all. Nothing really."
"Oh, I get it. 40. Yes, that's my chest size. You were thinking of my breasts weren't you? Well, come now, yes or no. Do you like my breasts?" I was enjoying putting him on the spot and this new feeling of being aggressive.
"Weelll, damn. If I say no, I would be lying, and if I say yes, you would make me feel like a pervert." He hesitated a moment. "O.K. I choose pervert. I couldn't keep my eyes off you as you walked up to your chair. There, are you satisfied with my answer?"
"Hhmm, hardly. Pervert is a very broad description. Are you a voyeur? Do you just like to watch and then run into the bathroom and masturbate or what?"
The look on his face was priceless. A true Kodak moment. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing car. I pressed him further.
"Not that masturbation is wrong, mind you. I am sure your mother told you that masturbating too much would make you go blind. I see you are wearing glasses already!"
His face turned bright crimson, and his hand holding the lotion began to shake. I must admit, he was attractive. Nice fit body. Just the right amount of hair on his chest, but he was short in stature. Then again, most men are shorter than me. Even at 5'8", I could eat apples off the top of his head.
"Well, no comment? Has the pussy got your tongue? I'm sorry, I mean cat. Has the cat got your tongue? Or was I right the first time?"
"Hot damn, lady. You have me so flustered I don't know what to say. Let me introduce myself. My name isDean and I live here in Playa del Carmen."
"Dean, so nice to meet you, especially since I don't believe you are here to steal my sunscreen. My name is Hermione," I said, and smiled sweetly. "Would you like to sit down and join me in a cocktail?"
"Thank you, Hermione. That's the best invitation I have had this year! Where is home for you, Hermione?"
"I'm from northern England. An agricultural area. Right now I am doing some crop rotation and taking time off to enjoy myself," I said, liking the double entendre even if he didn't get it. The image quickly flashed through my head of rotating my crop over my head and bringing it forcefully across his bare white ass. "I will be here at least a week and this is my first day."
"It would certainly be my pleasure to take you around town and show you the ropes of my fair community. We have a lot to see and do here," he replied with such sincerity.
Show me the ropes, huh? Yes, we might see some ropes but they will be attached ankles spread-eagled on my brass four-poster king bed. I decided right there and then that I would soon have him kneeling before me begging for my attentions. He seemed like such a pup in need of firm training.