The Beach Hostel
Why is my suitcase soooo heavy? Damn – I spoke to myself as I was going from the bus stop along the brick road, which was super uncomfortable to roll my red small suitcase. I got all sweaty and tired after a long car and bus trip. But finally, I reached my destination a beautiful resort Tulum, Mexico. The hostel that I booked was supposed to be right on the beach. Then after a few more steps I saw a marvelous beach. The Caribbean Sea is really spectacular. I checked the google map, yeah the hostel should be very close.
– R u looking for the Beach Hostel? – the guy on the street asked me
– Yeah – I answered – how can I get there?
– U should pass the parking lot of this hotel and u see the beach hostel – he told me
– Ok, thanks – I wondered why men here don’t wanna help me with the suitcase, cause u could see by my face that I was struggling, but ok
I followed the guy’s directions and saw the red door. The name «Beach hostel» was written all over it. After entering, a very simple but nice territory opened to me. There were a lot of palms and hammocks. The best part was that it was literally on
the beach. Steep short stairs led down to the sea. And the view was spectacular. The sun was shining and the wind was blowing. I asked for the check in. The girl there greeted me and told me to wait.
– Ok then – I got my phone from my backpack and opened whatsapp.
My best friend Bella from Brazil texted me there and asked how my trip was. I decided to make a voice message for her.
I was telling her that everything was ok and at the same time I kept looking around me. At some point my eyes met eyes of a guy from the distance. He was looking at me and I – at him. I didn’t evade my eyes until it lasted more than 5 seconds. Usually I don’t like to keep the stare, but somehow that guy made me curious about him. Something about him…Well I found him handsome. He was wearing just red shorts. Actually, in the hostel people were mainly wearing just shorts or bikinis, cause it was very hot.
The owner of the hostel came and showed me to the common room. There were 3 double-deck beds. I got the lower one and was glad. Having put all my things in order, I came down to rest. There I saw the guy
closer. He was definitely my type. I like older guys. Not super old, but 30+ is my type. The man had brown eyes, hot body and amazing tattoo of the ship on his arm. There was also a woman eye on it. I thought that he was very sexy. But I don’t usually come up to guys myself and I was so eager to swim in the sea and get to know the city, so I just noted to myself that there is a hot guy here and went to the beach.
During next days I only worked in the mornings in the hostel and slept, during the day time I was chilling on the beach and walking a lot. I also like to be a nudist and dance on the beaches, so I was definitely busy. I saw the guy from time to time, but as I noticed he was together with some girl from hostel, who had a nice ass. That I saw, cause we were in the same common room. The guy was also there. He was actually sleeping above me. One evening I witnessed, how these two were saying goodbye to each other. I was like…well now I think he is single. And I was right, cause the next day I finally learnt his name, a week after my stay. Diego.
I was preparing for my video call and was
having breakfast, as I saw the guy at the table. He was without his shirt as always, as all people there.
– Hey – he smiled at me – do u like it here?
– Oh yes – I answered – an amazing place with nice beaches around
– I am Diego – he introduced himself
– Oh like a tiger from the Ice Age – I exclaimed – love that cartoon, I am Elly. Where r u from?
– Brazil – he answered
– Daaaamn I love Brazil – I smiled, reminiscing about my unforgettable trip there.
We chatted for a bit about travelling and then I had to work. He was so hot, I thought. With his Brazilian accent. I didn’t think about fucking him straight away, but he got into my head. And, of course, I started having fantasies about him. I went to the beach and found a distant place, where I could sunbathe and swim naked. It was called the beach of Dolphins, not the one our hostel was on. The beach of dolphins was further, smth like 30 minutes’ walk. It wasn’t for nudists, but in a distant part of the beach only passers by sometimes looked at me. I undressed
myself and enjoyed the sun and the sand. I really like this feeling to be without clothes on the beach, this freedom, being connected to the nature…
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