On a Beach in Mexico

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Your man is on a week long business trip. When you take him to the airport, he surprises you with a round trip ticket to La Paz, Mexico. “Wish I could go with you.”

Picture it now. You're in Mexico. You find a beach, clear and sandy in both directions as far as you can see. You've brought your best bikini and your favorite beach towel for just such a place as this. The sun feels just right. The gentle breezes keep things from becoming too hot. Your towel floats down giving you a perfect resting spot but something's just not right even with that. Being the closet nudist you are, you toss away your bikini. After a short snooze, you wake and see a sailing ship. Its an old wooden thing and it reminds you of a pirate ship. It sails on and weighs anchor after a time. A boat is put overboard and about ten men carrying oars step into it. Your interest is peaked now. Looking up, you see they're rowing towards you. Once on the beach, a dirty, unshaven man says, “You're coming with us, Missy. Our captain is sure to enjoy you tonight! He's known as the terror of Rocky Point.” You're tossed on the boat none too gently. The trip to the ship is made worse by the smell of the bearded man. Finally, on the ship, your hands are tied behind you and you're securely tied to the mast. Two female pirates wash you down for your upcoming tryst with 'The Terror.' The 'smelly man' is back to take you to the captain's quarters.

“Here ya' are, Cap'n,” he says.

“What now, Captain?”you wonder. Once you're there, the captain doesn't seem so terrible.

“The stinky guy says I'm to be your plaything tonight.”

“Aah, Sebastian. Pay him no mind. His head isn't right. I don't need it this night. I had me a fine wench in port just this week.”

“What now?”

“You look as though you want to sleep.”

“Yes.”

“Help yourself to my bunk and blanket. We'll take you back to where you were t'morraw mornin'”

“Fine.” You wrap yourself in the blanket to keep away the chill and drop off to sleep. You wake a couple hours later on the beach wrapped in your towel and your wrists are still bound but the ropes are stretched and fall off easily. You're bikini is back on. You fall back on the sand and the sun isn't far from setting. You wonder if it was a nightmare or a dream, maybe even a fantasy. . .


Submitted: July 29, 2020

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