Finally we're alone. After the 14 hours on the plane, my boss's housewarming party in Trivandrum and then the Upinayinam, with very little rest in between, we get a break before the business part of the trip starts. It was nice of my company to put us up at the Leela Resort in Kovalam. We walk into the vast lobby and look out through the columns at the pool... it seems to blend into the Arabian Sea, 80 feet below.
After checking in, we are driven to our room on the steep hill overlooking the sea. In the distance are both the local fishing boats and, farther out, the huge oil tankers. We can see the private beach and hear the waves breaking. The room is small but elegant, one of stark contrasts. Behind the modern sliding panoramic glass doors are a second set of distressed mahogany doors, designed for privacy. The walls are decorated in dark mahogany and there are pure white linens on the king sized bed. The floor is cool ceramic tile, yet the temperature in the room is tropical. The bathroom is magnificent; teak walls, beautiful tile, a two-person Jacuzzi tub, and an open air shower.
I throw you your bathing suit and watch you as you put it on... your short hair, perfect breasts with erect nipples, trimmed pussy with shaved lips and beautiful firm ass. It is all to soon covered by your one-piece suit, and the shorts and t-shirt you put on over it. You look over at me and see me getting into my suit, my cock semi-hard from watching you. Our eyes meet, and you smile.
We walk down to the beach. Barefoot, we move across the sand to the water, letting the warm Arabian Sea caress our feet and calves. The waves are high and the current is strong. It's to dangerous to swim, so we watch the boats as the sky darkens.
We talk the small talk of a long time couple, truly by ourselves for the first time in over 15 years. Trips and vacations have always been family affairs, and now with the boys staying with friends half a world away, the short bursts of conversation are about what the boys may be doing or that they would enjoy being here, followed by long, comfortable periods of silence.
We walk hand in hand back up the hill to the pool as darkness descends.
The pool is calm, quiet, and empty, the only sound coming from inside the restaurant adjacent to the pool. We both slowly slide into the warm water. Without a word we move to each other and I hold you tight. You wrap your legs around my waist and we move to the wall of the pool overlooking the sea. Small lights bob in the distance, the ever-present fishing boats.