This story begins with the third night of our week long stay. We were hammered as fuck, just sorta walking around and hitting up whatever bar we came across at the resort. We ended up going to the bar at this dance club they have on the resort, right near the beach. Hit up the bar inside for some drinks and danced with some girls. I ended up dancing with one of the blond chicks up at the bar, got our grind on for a bit, and decided to head somewhere else to hook up...
In our drunken stupor, we decided it would be fucking awesome to go down to the beach. At night, there wasn't really anybody out on the beach, as all of the chairs and umbrellas they had out during the day were pushed back up towards the resort, away from the water, so we headed to the rows and rows of chairs. Picked one that seemed pretty fairly hidden from view, and got into it. Fortunately, I had a condom, so we started fucking on the chair. Not even thirty seconds into it, I suddenly heard loud, angry Spanish words being yelled at us from our left. I turned my head and saw a guy like this, but with a resort security shirt and with a gun but not aiming it at us, sprinting at us, yelling at us/into his radio..not sure which.
I have to admit, I feel bad about it now, but I literally THREW this girl off of me onto the chair next to me. Like... no hesitation, I tossed her like it was my fucking job. Stood up, completely naked, and put my hands in the air. I thought the guy was going to shoot us.
Anyways, he didn't know English and me and this chick were trashed so we had even more trouble communicating with him. She got her dress back on, and I had just gotten my pants and shoes on when his policia amigos came to get us in a golf cart. They yelled at us, pointing at the cart, signaling to get in. They wouldn't let me get my shirt. They didn't handcuff us or anything, but they drove us up to the main lobby through the center of the resort, through crowds of people. We passed one of my friends, and his mouth dropped when he saw me. I waved, and the security guard seated in front of us turned around and slapped my hand down.
We got to the main lobby, and all they did was cut off our resort wristbands, take us outside, and force us into a taxi. We didn't talk at all the whole trip. The taxi took us to the main town and the guy made us get out. Fortunately, didn't have to pay the guy, but I was scared shitless. I called my friend that I had passed in the cart on my phone, and we hatched a plan to get me a new wristband. He pulled his off, went to the main lobby and said he had lost his, and bought a new one. He came into town and gave me a shirt to wear because mine was on the beach, gave me the wristband, and we took a taxi back to the resort. I'm sure the guards recognized me, but probably just didn't give a fuck, because the rest of my trip went uninterrupted by them.
Didn't know where the girl went when we were in town, but I saw her at the bar again like two days later. Honestly, I don't think she recognized me but she had a sick bruise on her leg, probably from where I threw her. Oh well, she doesn't remember anyways
TL;DR : Had sex with random chick on beach, got kicked out of resort, came back twenty minutes later.
Peace out GC! Seriously, if you've never been...go to Mexico.