After my little adventure with the Mexican cab driver, we checked into a local hotel and got some much needed rest. I showered and ordered room service.
The first day in town was quite un-eventful. We did find a secluded area on the beach and laid out topless to catch some sun, but nothing eventful happened at all. Even the evening was average, with dinner and some dancing, and not much else.
The next day was another thing altogether. We decided to pay a couple of local fishermen to take us out with them for a few hours. We had gone out to the marina and were talking to them (hubby speaks Spanish) and they mentioned that they knew of a clear-water lagoon nearby, and that they were going to fish there. We asked them to take us with them and they agreed, but for $20 each. It was a small price to pay for the adventure I believe.
The boat was a step above a dugout with a small motor at the back and a handle sticking out of it for direction control. We soon came in sight of the lagoon. They hadn't lied in the least because the lagoon was azure blue and shallow enough to clearly see the white-sand bottom. We could see fish swimming and soon we were wishing we could swim. I hadn't brought a bathing suit, but as some of you know, I don't consider that an obstacle. I was wearing a summer dress again with my ever-present thong, this time in red.
I suddenly stood up in the boat, almost tipping it over, and lifting my dress over my head I took it off. My breasts were bare, as I almost never wear a bra. Excepting my husband, the other three fishermen were in shock, with wide staring eyes, and open mouths. It was obvious that they had not expected this. Wearing only my thong I dove into the clear water and swam to the bottom. I soon came back up for air and noticed that they were still staring open-mouthed, this time at my husband, who was just shrugging his shoulders at them and laughing.
I swam for shore and stood on the beach calling them to come beach the boat. A few minutes later they did just that and after getting out of the boat they just stood around, mainly looking at me. I decided to go one better, so I went into the water again, but when I came back out I wasn't wearing my thong anymore. Now they were not just mainly looking at me, they were blatantly leering. I liked it. I went and laid in the sand next to them and hubby, and I asked hubby what they had spoken about while I was swimming and he told me that they had asked him, "Is she trying to get ****d? There are people in the hills here that would **** her if they found her like that."
We all went swimming following our adventure, then boarded the boat and went back to the city. I had lost my thong, so for the whole trip my dress was flying.
That evening my husband and I dined together in a very romantic restaurant. He ended the night by telling me that we were on vacation, far away from home, and to have fun. We went back to the hotel, snuck into the Jacuzzi, and fucked our brains out.
