Today I am a fine lady with a “no so fine” hangover. I have to admit that I went off limits with the alcohol but there were so many tourists and they sure like to drink. Of course they are on vacations so they don’t care, and me neither. We hit up the beach around 7:30pm and there was a immense bonfire in which they were cooking the food. The cook was a huge brown guy who is a very good chef so I knew that food was taken care of. So far everything seemed fine until the open bar guy realized he knew me…oh my!!!
We met at a party once where he was a bar tender. We talked little or nothing but he recognized me right away. He said that day at the party he was looking at me all the time wondering if I was. Then he knew I was (shemale) and he grew avider to know me intimately. He confessed all that between cocktail and cocktail and I was son entertained with his stories that did not noticed I drank like a lumberjack. I remember in a fog being transported to my hotel room by the bar tender. I am only grateful he didn’t take advantage of me although he touched my she-cock when he was helping me dress in my sleeping gown.
