Chapter 1

Kaylee and her parents were visiting the historic city of Mérida in the Yucatan peninsula, where the weather was hot and sunny all year—even in February. It was a welcome break from the freezing temperatures and snow of their home in Wisconsin.

Kaylee had just returned to her room after a swim in the hotel pool. Wearing her modest two-piece bathing suit, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. An older man at the pool had been openly checking her out and it had made her very uncomfortable. It also made her curious.

The man at the pool was not the first guy to look at her that way, of course. Ever since her breasts had begun to develop, boys she had known since first grade now stared at her chest when they talked to her. That was bad enough. But the man at the pool was at least thirty and Kaylee was just a high school freshman.

What a creep!

On the other hand ... the man was very handsome. Kaylee was flattered that a man who looked like a movie star had stared at her in such a blatantly sexual way.

Kaylee certainly didn’t think of herself as a sex object; far from it. The man at the pool, though, had stared at her in much the same way as the boys in her class. Now that her body was changing, the youngster was forced to think of herself in new ways.

“Am I sexy?” she wondered.

She looked at her reflection critically. People had been telling her for years that she was pretty, and she had learned to accept their compliments. She still had the same blue eyes and the freckles across the bridge of her nose. She still had the same straight, blonde hair. She still had the smooth, clear complexion of her youth.

Her face wasn’t the problem.

Kaylee sighed and removed the top of her bathing suit. She couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Her budding breasts didn’t look much like the big round boobs she’d glimpsed in the Playboy magazines that her dad thought he’d hidden safely. No, hers were rather conical and upturned. She especially hated the puffy aureoles around her pale pink nipples.

“Are they always going to look like that?” she said to her reflection.

She turned sideways. “At least my stomach is flat,” she thought. Kaylee’s hips were still rather boyish, but her rear end stuck out when she looked at it from the side. That was a new development, too.

In Kaylee’s opinion, her legs were her best feature. She had been playing soccer since first grade, so her legs were shapely and toned. She admired them for a moment before removing her bikini bottom. At the apex of her thighs was a patch of blondish hair, hardly more than peach fuzz. It barely covered the mound above her sex, with a few tendrils along each side of the shadowy cleft at the center.

In the shower, Kaylee lathered up her entire body. Along with the other changes, she noticed that her breasts and especially her nipples were very sensitive. It felt good to touch them, which she often did in the shower. She gently pinched the nipples, making them stiffen.

The slender teen spent a few minutes teasing and squeezing her firm breasts. For the first time, she imagined someone else was doing it. That someone was the handsome creep at the pool. She wasn’t sure why he came to mind but the idea excited her.

Kaylee had also learned that stimulating her nipples triggered a sort of needy sensation between her legs. She didn’t understand how it worked, but as often happened when she was in the shower, one of her hands crept down there while the other lingered at her breasts.

“I don’t have time for this,” Kaylee realized. Her mom had asked her to be ready for dinner in fifteen minutes, so she shampooed her hair and rinsed it. But as she was applying conditioner she had an idea.

The virgin teenager squeezed a small amount of the viscous fluid onto her fingertips and used the extra lubrication to caress her vulva. Kaylee sighed with pleasure as her slippery fingers found that special place at the top of her slit.

“Oh my god...” she said aloud.

Just then she heard banging on the connecting door to her parents’ room.

“Kaylee! Are you ready to go? Your father’s waiting.”

The spell was broken.

“I’ll be right out, Mom. Give me two minutes.”

After spending most of the next day exploring shops along the Paseo de Montejo, Kaylee was once again at the hotel pool. The cool water was refreshing and, even better, she made a new friend. A family from Mexico City was staying at their hotel, and their daughter Natalia was just a year older than Kaylee. They hit it off right away.

Natalia had an excellent command of the English language, which was fortunate because Kaylee’s Spanish was spotty at best. It wasn’t long before they were deep in discussions of their favorite pop stars.

Meanwhile, Kaylee’s and Natalia’s parents were also making friends. Miguel and Sofia Hernandez were clearly intelligent and successful, and they had both attended university in the United States. Before parting ways, the two couples had agreed to meet for dinner that night.

The restaurant chosen by Natalia’s parents was only two blocks from their hotel. The food at La Bianca was delicious, the décor was tasteful and the ambiance was warm and inviting. They sat in a large courtyard decorated with tropical plants. The adults had several rounds of margaritas while the girls drank Coca-Cola.

Kaylee was wearing her favorite sun dress, a pale yellow halter-style dress with a pattern of little blue flowers. There was no way to wear a bra with it, but she didn’t need one anyway. Natalia’s outfit was much more daring. She wore a form-fitting white dress with a low neckline and a hem which barely covered her ass cheeks.

Kaylee thought ruefully that her own parents would never let her wear such a dress.

The younger girl was also envious of Natalia’s figure, which was much more developed than her own. She thought the Mexican teen looked incredibly sexy, and apparently she wasn’t the only one. Kaylee noticed several guys, many of them much older, checking out the hot young Latina.

Kaylee enjoyed the evening very much and she was pretty sure her parents did, too—they were both quite drunk by the time dinner was over.

As they were heading for the exit, Natalia stopped to point out a notice on the wall.

“Look,” she said. “They have salsa dancing here on Friday and Saturday night.” She turned to Kaylee. “Do you know how to salsa?”

“No, but I love to dance. Can you teach me?”

Natalia quickly agreed.

“Mom! Dad! Can I come here tomorrow night with Natalia to learn salsa dancing?”

Kaylee’s parents thought it was a splendid idea. They had just enjoyed a wonderful dinner there, and the place seemed very safe. It was only two blocks from their hotel. Kaylee would be with Miguel and Sofia’s daughter. Kaylee would have her phone with her. Still, they might not have agreed so readily if they had been sober.