Nigel never arrived with the plunger. We drink rum and coke and go out to dinner on the sea front. He pulls out a giant splif and I smoke it slowly. That wasn’t a double entendre – I’m talking about Marijuna. I’m absolutely off my tits at dinner. High as fucking kite. I only had a small amount but I think it’s the combination of the rum and some serious strong stuff he brought with him. We eat in a restaurant on the beach, and he pulls me up to dance in the sand, I can’t remember what the song is but feel eyes of other diners on us as he spins me around and I’m so light headed. Back at the room we go for round three. I’m lying on the bed floating. He’s at my feet hovering over me and kisses me gently with soft lips, before heading south, leaving a trail of kisses all down my body. I can feel his warm breath through my loose collotes as he kisses my clit briefly. I’m starting to get warm and wet, as he pulls down my trousers, kissing my thighs and spreading them. His mouth is deliciously warm against my pussy as he licks my clit slowly me through my knickers. I start to moan. He deftly moves my thong to one side and with the tip of his tongue flicks my clit gently up and down as I moan, completely immovable. The floaty feeling is slowly being replaced by stronger waves as he licks me over and over again. My thighs are beginning to tremble. I feel like I’m going to explode. He dips his finger deep inside my soaking wet pussy and strokes me upwards in a come hither motion. He is rock hard. I play with the tip of his dick gently and it’s already moist with excitement. He flips me over so I’m lying on my stomach and slides inside me, before ordering me on all fours. I obey with pleasure leaning on my elbows for him to enter me deep. He smacks my ass and I whisper for him to pull my hair. His dick is deep in me and I can’t do anything but cry out as he gets faster and harder. He comes inside me shouting “fuck”, but is still hard and continues to thrust inside me (twenty five year olds have their benefits). He slows down, pulling out agonisingly slowly, sliding the full length of his dick all the way inside me. Over and over again. I’m soaking and moaning and start to feel an orgasm building. Oh god. He pulls out and enters me again so slowly as I cry out that I’m cumming and feel like I’m going to combust. We collapse and fall asleep intertwined, highly satisfied.

It’s early hours of the morning and I have been awake for a while, paranoid about bugs and mosquitos. I lie on my side scanning Air bnb for somewhere for us to move to. I hear My Texan stirring and he reaches between my legs beginning to tickle my clit. “Good morning” he whispers in my ear, as I drop the phone and just enjoy him playing with me. As my pussy gets wetter he grows harder and I rub his smooth dick up and down, loving the utterances he makes in my ear. He parts my legs and slips inside me from the side hitting me over and over again, grabbing my boob and whispering “fuck you are so wet”. I am soaking wet and he can’t take it much it longer, turning my face to kiss me as he cums hard, his whole body shaking.

A few hours later we check out of Hostel Too Much Nature and upgrade to a totally sick air bnb. As we check out the apartment, which is a giant open plan white studio with kitchen, huge white bed, and floor to ceiling windows with views of the ocean, we feel we have struck gold. The apartment has an amazing rooftop view of the ocean with hammock and a deliciously cold pool. I am so relaxed right now.

We sit on the roof in comfortable silence completely in awe of the view. It’s perfect. The afternoon is spent chilling and drinking rum in our pool. A heavenly relaxing evening of dinner, more sex and an early night in a bug free, powerfully crisp air conditioned environment. I appreciate this more after several days in a hostel bunk bed! If the next three days are like this I’m going to be perfectly content.

I wake up in heaven. It’s pretty much like heaven. You can see the waves crashing against the sand in the distance out the window. The walls, tiled floor and bed envelope me in bright, clean, whiteness. The pillows are soft and make you want to sink into bed and become one with it. But I have other priorities. My Texan is starting to stir but has his eyes closed and is lying on his back. My favourite thing to do to a man when he’s asleep is to wake him gently with a good morning blowie. I slip underneath the sheets and kiss his semi- hard dick gently all the way to the top. He starts to murmur as I lick his dick from bottom to top repeatedly, licking the head in a circular motion as he starts to twitch. His dick starts to wake up and dance for me. I love it when they dance for me, bobbing against my nose like it wants to play. He’s fully awake now watching me through sleepy eyes. I glance up at him as I put my lips around the head, and begin to suck on it hard. He starts to moan. I suck him and begin to wank him gently at the same time, teasing the head with my hand. His body starts to shake as I do it over and over again. I’m so turned on by listening to him moan, and climb on top of him, rubbing my wet pussy all up and down the length of his dick. I start to moan and slide onto him, slowly placing his hands above his head in mind. This is my time. I ride him over and over again feeling the full length of his dick. “I love your dick,” I whisper in his ear. My body takes over without me even thinking and I’m somewhere else, riding him quicker and quicker as I can feel my pussy about to explode. It kind of like an out of body experience. He can hear that I’m about to cum and it’s spurs him on and we both start to moan loader. We burst together, explosively. Warm. Wet.

Fuck, sleep, eat, repeat.

When we aren’t doing that we ride around on our rented quad bike, checking out the beach and a nearby turtle sanctuary to release them at sunset. It’s an incredible experience. We are told that if crabs come out of the sand we are allowed to throw sand on them to stop the crab from catching the turtles. I keep my eye on any holes in the sand but don’t expect an air assault, four seagulls swoop down and pick up turtles like they are at a beach buffet. This is brutal. Some of the turtles make it to water but the birds keep coming back for more and even manage to snatch some of the babies out of the open water. Natural selection is a bitch. I hope my baby turtles makes it.

The last day we decide to do a day trip. It’s a day I will never forget. Horseback riding through rivers and Mexican countryside to some natural hot springs. I was in it for the hot springs. I have never ridden a horse before but I love to ride men so how different can it be right? Boy was I not prepared. We arrive at the ranch and the horses are not back from the morning tour, so we are invited by a cute elderly Mexican lady to relax in hammocks in the shade and watch tv. The sky is blue and the sun is scorching.

The morning trip returns back and whilst the horses are feeding, our guide asks if we want to eat lunch made by his grandmother. Freshly made tortillas, and hot, steaming, slow-cooked barbecoa beef. It’s soo good I must be dreaming. It just the two of us on the afternoon tour with our guide. Mounting the horse is much more difficult than expected. I never thought I would say that. My horse clearly doesn’t fancy going back to the hot springs for a second time and keeps stopping or trying to change course. I’m told to kick my heels in and at first I’m not gonna lie I’m extremely scared. The horse breaks into a trot and my whole body is bouncing up and down on the saddle. Kind of nice but also kind of hurts! Our guide shouts at me to pull back on the reigns reminding me I’m in control. After about 15 mins I get the hang of it, and we cross through beautiful expansive scenery and rivers. The horses stop to take a drink. My thighs ache. We arrive at the hot springs after 30 minutes or so. I’m relieved to get off the horse and climb off extremely unladylike, assisted by our guide. Getting, into the hot springs is excruciatingly hot so our guide tells us to take a dip in some cooler waters first. He leads us to a river and we try out a natural hot stream of water on our shoulders which acts like a massage. We wade further upstream, reaching a small waterfall through rocks. It’s so peaceful here and our guide takes pictures of us before leaving us to have “some time alone”. I look at Mr T. And he looks at me cheekily. Is he thinking what I’m thinking? We wade downstream drinking Rum and coke we had packed for the road and loving the cool water. He lies in the river bed, letting the water come up to his ears. I don’t resist the opportunity and playfully pounce on top of him straddling him, kissing him gently. The sun filters through whisps of cloud and trees as the afternoon is drawing in, gentle-beams of light hitting the clear water. No one is around. We are completely alone with nature. It’s so beautiful. Our guide has gone back to the house to wait for us. I kiss him again more urgently. His rich, brown eyes twinkle at me like they are smiling. He grins at me and it feels like it’s just the two of us on the whole earth surrounded by water and light. I’m no where else but in this moment. It’s incredible. As I lean over him to kiss his neck and nibble on his ear, his hands caress my bum and slips his finger in my bikini. He rubs me gently, instantly wet. I look up to make sure no one is nearby and both of us are giggling as I start to pull his dick out of his swim shorts and suck on it. He continues to rub my clit, and I feel warm and fuzzy all over. Maybe it’s the rum and the sun. We’ve gone this far so once he is hard I slip on top of him, sliding down the full length of it and feeling the water lap against my legs. I ride him slowly, holding his gaze as he watches me enjoy it. He closes his eyes and moans and I can tell he’s close. My senses are bombarded and I feel him getting harder and twitching inside of me, he starts to cum and shudder and it sends me over the edge, all consuming we cum together gloriously. Fireworks and rockets and all that jazz. Simply incredible. And a sunset horse bike ride to end the day. An unforgettable day.