I haven’t had sex in over a month, quite the celibate July. It’s made me reflect on sexual experiences long ago.

It’s usually on a lot of folks fantasy list to have sex on the beach. For me, it just didn’t make sense. The sand? Beach towel? People? No thanks.

I was probably between 22-24(?) & was on a girls trip to Cabo, Mexico. Staying at a hotel with a great younger crowd, incredible pools, rooms etc. The hotels often arrange for transportation out to the night clubs, and we decided to go all out with a VIP experience. As the transportation is getting ready to take us and the other hotel guests, a group of Hispanic/Latin men from Chicago join us. They were very attractive, and had just arrived to Cabo a couple hours ago (we had already been there 2 nights). One man specifically caught my attention as soon as they were walking over. He was tatted up, had his hair pulled back in a tight pony tail (bottom half being shaved). Before we even got into the transportation, him and I started chatting. He told me he was in healthcare back in Chicago, and the flirting has began.

As with most responsible resorts, they often have their entertainment staff accompany you. A night club with good music and liquor was all it took for him and I to be kissing, dancing and groping all night. Well, the hotel staff didn’t seem to fond of him. The same staff that spends the whole day flirting with us girls, now tells my girlfriends that this guy is has gang tattoos & his hair and dress indicate he could be a bad news. I ignore it, but they are not happy about it. Him and I are having a great time. We end up allll going back to the hotel. And now him & I are just dying to fuck each other. My girlfriend who I was sharing a room with refused to leave - thinking she could stop me from talking to this “gangster” (insert eye roll). I go into the room, quick shower, new panties and a dress. And I grab a condom from my makeup bag.

Him and I start walking around the hotel - there has to be a place we can have sex. There’s a lot of security and employees everywhere. Him and I eventually make it to the beach - there’s security around. I was so firmly against going to the beach but he convinced me that we’d just sit on the bed closest to the hotel. There were these awesome daybeds that had curtains all around - the curtains are always tied back to the posts though. Him and I lay on one with him ontop of me kissing me & feeling every part of my body. It was well lit - thanks to the moon. As our make out session got more intense he decided to undo the curtains closing them around us - except for the ones on the right hand side. We knew the security guard had walked down the beach to the right and figured we’d see him walk back & not get caught.

With the curtains mostly closed, he started pushing my dress up. And he went down. Oh. My. God. Did he ever. I didn’t experience men really going down on me back then (seemed like something guys weren’t all that into then). And they definitely didn’t go down with the pleasure he found in it. He put his tongue deep into me and played with my pussy for what felt like hours. (I’m sure this was all very fast). He then pulled my dress off all rhe way and completely mounted me. There on the beach, he fucked me so good, he fucked me hard. I allowed myself to really savour that moment knowing that this type of experience might never happen again for me. I didn’t bother staying quiet. I could hear the ocean it was loud & so I left myself freely moan. We both came - Him in the condom.

I didn’t know until after, but it turns out the security guard sat at a couple beds to the right and watched him fuck me. When we got dressed and walked back to our respective rooms; I wiiiishhh I knew Spanish back then, to have understood the words that the security guard & the man who just fucked me exchanged.

Ps. I guess it’s super illegal to have sex on the beach in Mexico? Or maybe that’s what people tell me so I don’t keep fucking strangers on beach vacations.