Costa rica Stories

Silvia Megan and I were startled from our beds by a knocking on the door. We looked at each other and laughed. We'd overslept. Megan hurried to open the door for Ines, who stood there smiling. She walked in, not caring we were in our undies. She lugged her suitcase behind her, then sat at the little table. "We have a lot of driving to do, ladies. Please get dressed. We can pick up some breakfast on the way out." I couldn'...

The small rugged open-air jeep bounced down the dirt path, jostled back and forth by the rocks under a thick canopy of the remote Costa Rican rainforest. José was doing his best to keep up with Cliff in the jeep ahead. The moist summer air was as thick as the foliage. My skin was moist, mostly uncovered wearing only the tiny black bikini top and a short jeans skirt Cliff gave me. I did my best to hold on, grabbing the sid...

The brilliant Latin American morning sun streamed through the bedroom windows of the remote Costa Rican beach resort. The warm, bright rays illuminated my naked body, laid out in the center of the luxurious king-sized bed like a prize. The lush white comforter was piled to one side of the bed, leaving me unprotected from the brightness and warmth of the morning sun. It lit up my 5’8” fit body as if under a spotlight. I re...

“Damn, you look hot,” I complemented out loud.   “Oh stop,” she said with a playful smile and tone of false humility.   It was just the two of us sharing a small table at the popular restaurant. Her long brunette hair framed her tan face, highlighted by her sparkling brown eyes and devilish smile. She wore a casual white and grey striped cotton dress that showed off her cleavage and the perfect curves of her body.   My mo...