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After my divorce, I had a ton of cash from my ex buying me out of our house and I proclaimed 2018 as my “Travel Year.” I visited friends in Hawaii during the spring, went to NYC and Boston in August, and a birthday trip to Tulum, Mexico in October.I had been to Tulum three times previously with my ex and a group of friends, plus to several resorts near Playa Del Carmen. I booked ten days at a “glamping” spot I had been to before. It was no frills with no tv, air conditioning, and limited electricity in the thatched roof cabanas. All of the units were mere steps from the beach.On the third day, the weather turned, and Tropical Storm Michael hit the Mayan Riviera (later Hurricane Michael in Florida). My room was fairly dry inside, but the bathroom section now had two inches of water on the floor. Management was not helpful at all, so I asked if I could transfer the balance of my paid money to my son’s upcoming stay in two weeks. They accepted those terms, and I searched the internet for a cheap all-inclusive.I ended up booking six nights at an all-inclusive resort closer to Cancun. It looked decent online, and it was cheap. The storm was still escort beylikdüzü ugly with high winds and constant rain, so I spent the first day at the new resort in my ocean view room watching tv and surfing the web.The next morning, I awoke to blue skies, no wind, and the sun shining. I headed down for breakfast but first wanted to throw my towel on a lounger at the pool. Ninety percent of the chairs were already taken but I found one single spot right next to the pool. I tossed my towel and hat on the chair and headed to the restaurant for breakfast.When I returned an hour later, the pool area was half full of guests and I saw four ladies sitting to the left of my lounger. As I approached, I noticed that all four of the women looked to be about my age, early fifties, Latina, and decent looking. It was hard to really tell as all had on big sunglasses and various hats. As I stopped at my chair and sat down the lady next to me said hello. Innocent enough I thought, she was just being friendly.Within the hour I had been introduced to all four and learned their story. They worked together at a high-tech company escort akbatı in the Dallas area and were on a “girls’ trip” celebrating Serena’s birthday. Three were divorced and single, while Yolanda was married for twenty-seven years.Yolanda, who was sitting next to me, was by far the cutest of the ladies and the most outgoing. Short, cute, and with pretty eyes, and I was crushing on the married woman as we chit-chatted. I talked with all of the ladies the next two hours as we’d get in the pool to cool off and they seemed to be rotating so all of the single women had a chance to sit next to me and talk.The pool staff announced that later they’d be having a “Foam Party” soon and we laughed and wondered what that would be like. Two o’clock rolled around and soon enough the pool was covered with bubbles and the DJ was bumping some crazy hip-hop tunes.The Texas ladies were excited to get in while I was going to pass it up. Yolanda was insistent that I join them in the pool for the foam party. She wore a form-fitting black one-piece swimsuit with some gold bling around the collar. About five-foot-three, maybe a size escort beylikdüzü eight, probably a six, she looked incredible standing at the foot of my lounge chair. “We were going to invite you to have dinner with us, but if you don’t get in the pool I’ll veto that idea,” Yolanda said.“Dinner? With four cute ladies? OK, I’ll get in for the foam party,” I said.I must admit, it was a lot of fun. We went to the swim-up bar and one of the ladies ordered us five shots of tequila and five mojitos. We did the shot and then started walking through the foam to check out other areas of the massive resort pool.At one point I heard, “Scott, can you help me?” I turned to barely see Yolanda through the foam. The water covered her shoulders, and the foam was easily a foot above the top of her head.“Grab my hand,” I said.Yolanda took my hand and I led her through the foam to where the other girls had stopped. When we met the others, I thought for sure she would let go of my hand, but she did not. And I was not going to pull my hand out of the grasp of a pretty woman.After about five minutes Serena noticed our closeness and said, “Are you two still holding hands?” This caused Yolanda to release my hand.I joked, “For the record, she was holding my hand.”“That is typical for her,’” said the oldest of the four, Jessica. “She is the biggest flirt.”Turning towards Yolanda with a smirk on my face, “Yes, she is a big flirt,” I said.

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