Humberto arrived on the scene. "Would the Señor and Señorita like another drink?"
"Why thank you, Humberto. We will have two more, and make them doubles please."
Raising up and bending over to reach in my beach bag, I could feel the heat of four eyes burning into my bottom, only the thin strip of the thong concealing my genitals. My mind's eye could see their cocks saluting the little flag separating the cheeks of my butt. I was really enjoying myself and only here for two hours. Straightening up and turning toward them, they quickly averted their eyes. Humberto scampered off for more drinks.
"As I was saying, perhaps you would join me for dinner. I know most of the better restaurants in town and would love to show off our fine Mexican cuisine. I could meet you at, say, 6:30, here at the hotel, and then we could stroll into town."
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, an obvious erection in his little nylon Speedo swimsuit. Men who wear suits like that always looked like they were wearing women's panties. Could he be made into my little panty boy?
"Wonderful idea, Dean. I'd love an escort who knows the town and I really enjoy good Mexican food. 6:30 would be just great." My eyes traveled to the obvious bulge in his suit. "I was wondering, Dean, is that a banana you have in your Speedo or are you just glad to see me?"
Quickly dropping his towel over his lap he blurted out, "I'm sorry about that. I...I...I can't...well, it's just that...oh shit, you are very attractive." Feeling humiliated, he continued, "I have always been drawn to tall women; I guess I call it my Amazon fantasy. Please don't be offended."
Fortunately Humberto arrived with our drinks to save his poor ass from further embarrassment. Humberto, the ever-smiling beach attendant, handed us our drinks and never once took his eyes off my chest. Signing the check, and thanking him, Humberto hastily returned to the bar.
"Amazon fantasy, Dean? Is this another side of pervert behavior I should know about?" Taking a long sip of my drink, I noticed him lower his head and close his eyes. There was a long moment of silence. The only sound was the crashing surf and the bleating of the seagulls' overhead.
"Dean, look at me please. There is nothing wrong with a fantasy. The problem is when you are never able to act them out. Is that your problem, Jerry, you have fantasies and you never get to act on them?"
He slowly raised his head and said in a sheepish manner, "I never intended to turn our meeting into a therapy session. I just wanted to meet you and see if you would go out with me."
"Well, I do want to go out with you," I replied forcefully. "I find you very interesting and attractive. We all have fantasies, Dean. I have fantasies, but turn them into reality whenever possible. If we are going to be friends and spend time together, Jerry, perhaps you should tell me what's really on your mind. Who knows, maybe we have similar desires and needs and it would be a shame to keep them hidden from each other. Trust me, Dean, I have a great deal of experience turning fantasy into reality."
"My god. I have just met you, Darlene, and now you want me to share some very private thoughts. If I did, I would probably sound crazy and you would tell me to go see a shrink." He began to stand up. "I better go now."
"Sit down, now!" I said sharply. "You aren't going anywhere until I tell you to go. Do you understand?" He sat abruptly, nodded his head, and then I continued. "My current fantasy is to come to Mexico and meet a nice young man, very much like you in fact. He will seem very nice and polite but he holds a deep, dark secret: a secret he never shares with others because of shame, fear and guilt. This man will desire to be dominated and controlled by me. I will be his Amazon Goddess. When I say stand, he will stand. When I say sit, he will sit. When I say kiss my foot, he will obey instantly. I will make him wear women's panties under his clothes as a sign of his obedience to me. I will spank his naked bottom like a naughty little boy until he cries and begs to be good. I will tie him to my bed and sit on his face and smother him with my pussy and ass until he licks me to an orgasm. I will use my black leather riding crop on the head of his penis until tears fill his eyes. I will make him masturbate on his knees while he stares at my shaved pussy. He will beg me to let him buy me a strap-on dildo and when I do, he will pull his panties down and plead for me to fuck his little asshole. In public he will call me Aunt Hermione and in private he will call me Mistress H."
Letting that set in for an instant, I asked, "well, Hermione, what do you think of that for a fantasy?"
Dean sat there with a faraway look in his eyes and swallowed hard.
"How did you know? I mean all my life... I never told anyone about..." Tears began to well up in his eyes. He dabbed them away with his towel. "Where do we go from here, Aunt Hermione?"
"From here, my little panty boy, you apply plenty of sunscreen to my alabaster skin so I don't get a sunburn and ruin what looks to be the start of a very good vacation. Then you are going to take these and go home."
Leaning forward and reaching into my beach bag, I fished around in the change of clothes I brought and pulled out a pair of pale pink high-rise lace panties. Handing them to him, I was happy, smugly knowing he would be sniffing the crotch later.
He took the panties gently in his hand, folded his towel over them, and stuttered, "you want me to go home, Aunt Hermione?"
"Yes, you will go home, put your panties on and dress for dinner. You will be at my hotel room door promptly at 6:30. If you show up at 6:31 don't bother to knock. You will pack a bag but you won't need much, just a few changes of clothes." Staring intently into his eyes, I continued, "If there are family, friends or an employer that need to be notified, you will tell them you will be tied up for about a week."
I watched his face and saw the wheels turning and the calculations happening before my eyes. Seeing him count the days, looking at his mental calendar of who he needed to call and what he needed to cancel and reschedule, I realized he was prepared to obey.
I looked for a doubt or hesitation and saw none. He simply swallowed hard, slowly opened his mouth and replied trance-like, "yes, Aunt Hermione; where would you like me to start with the sunscreen?"
Relishing his obedience, I sat up and said, "Lay the chaise flat, Jerry." Quickly he snapped to attention and stood as straight as his cock fighting for freedom against the material of his Speedo. He flipped the lever and the lounge chair went horizontal. I arose and stood in front of him, finally allowing him the impact of our height difference. His eyes were trained on my breasts. His chin was level with my cleavage.
There was an audible gasp and a heavy erotic sigh escaped his lips; his eyes looked up to mine and with a breathless whisper he hissed, "Ohh, Mistress!"
I put my index finger over his lips, saying, "Ah, ah, ah, we are in public and what do you call me?" Leaving my finger in place, he calculated the risk of letting his tongue escape to taste the skin of my finger. I deduced that he felt that the pleasure he would receive wasn't worth the possible anger, so he kept it safely behind his teeth.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Hermione. I forgot myself when you moved close to me. You are intoxicatingly beautiful and I simply couldn't think for a moment. I swear it won't happen again."
His mouth, his sweet little lips, so wanted to please me and give me pleasure. Tracing my finger around his lips, his eyes closed, so I removed my finger to make his eyes open again. I bent forward and put my hands on the lounge. Again, the unmistakable sigh and gasp as my ass brushed his Speedo, now stretched to capacity. I crawled on the lounge and slowly lowered myself on my stomach and bent my arms to rest my cheek on the back of my hands.
"You may begin putting the sunscreen on, Dean. You will start with my arms and work your way down my back to the top of the thong. Then move to my ankles and up my calves and thighs. Be sure to get plenty on my buttocks until every part of me is protected from the sun. Do you understand, Dean? The only one of us who is going to have a pink cast to the bottom is you."
Methodically, he began to rub the lotion on my arms and responded obediently, "Yes, Aunt Hermione." His caress was firm but also had gentleness to it as he began to massage the lotion into my calves and thighs. Spreading my legs so he could reach the inner most portion of my thigh, I felt him ever so lightly brush against the fabric of my thong that covered my pussy, his palms and fingers deeply kneading my buttocks until it was relaxing and soothing. He was certainly enjoying servicing my body. When he stopped, he stood up, and glancing at him, I saw that his cock was still as rigid as a tent pole.
"That was very nice, my little panty boy. I am going to dismiss you now but first you must understand something. You are not to go home and masturbate that stiff cock of yours. From now on, I will control all your ejaculations. I will determine when, where, and how you will cum! Now tell me what you understand."
"I, I am not to cum without your permission, Aunt Hermione. I am not to stroke my stiff cock when I go home." He was so cute as he kicked sand with his bare feet; he looked and acted as if he were twelve years old.
"Normally you would be placed in a cock restraint so that you would be aware at all times that you are mine to control, that your penis now belongs to me. Unfortunately, I was not prepared to be so lucky to find you and did not bring items to complete your submission, Dean. Be forewarned, my panty boy, you can not fool your Auntie if you try to twist your weenie behind my back."
"Oh, no. I understand your command, Aunt Hermione. Never without your permission."
"Good! You can go now. 6:30 promptly." He turned and walked away, his towel in front of him to conceal his raging hard-on, his pink panties folded inside and his Speedo stretched across his little bum. It felt soothing with the ocean breeze blowing across my lotioned body, and closing my eyes, I slipped into a dream state.
