The story continues with Chad and Susan going to a secluded cove for some fun in the sun, and the water, and the hotel room. Please comment and let me know what you think. No criticism is even worse, than harsh criticism.
Chad woke up that morning just as he had been earlier, naked and in the chair. It was 10:00 am and he needed coffee bad. He took a shower, dressed, and then started downstairs to the café just outside the hotel. It was a nice little place, not to busy and quiet.
He sat down at a table where he could look out into the street. Chad loved to just sit and watch people move about. From out of the café, a beautiful Carmel colored woman walked up, asking him what he'd like.
"Do you have any coffee here?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, right away, anything else?"
"No I don't think so right now." The pretty waitress turned to head back inside. He noticed the way her summer dress flowed around her body. As he waited for the coffee to get there, his thoughts drifted back to last nights events. 'Man, did that really happen? Who was this woman?' he thought to himself.
His coffee arrived, breaking his thoughts of the memorable moment. "Thank you very much; that will hit the spot," he said to the waitress.
"I'm sorry to bother you and I hope this doesn't sound too forward but; were you out dancing last night?" the pretty woman asked.
"Yes I was. I met this really nice woman at the hotel pool yesterday and we went out to a club not too far from here," he told her.
"I thought that you were the same person. My name is Monica; I was at the club too and enjoyed watching you two last night. You're very good," she told Chad.
"Well thank you Monica. Although I can't take all the credit; I had a good partner," Chad said.
"The lady you were with, you said you just meet her yesterday?"
"That's right; we sort of bumped into each other at the pool. Not a bad way to start your vacation is it?" Chad told her.
"Are you going to be seeing her again then?"
"I don't know I just got up and we didn't talk about it much." Chad wondered where this was going. 'Is this girl hitting on me or just curious?' he thought.
"Well if you want, I could give you some hints on where to go around here. It seemed the two of you were getting somewhat close. If you would like a little, shall we say, private time; I know just the place," she said.
Chad listened to Monica for a while as she told him of the nice spots to go, and things to do. She seemed to know all the hidden spots, even though this was a place tourist normally vacationed. One particular thing to do seemed to get his interest. The coffee was good and strong, just as he preferred it. Even though he didn't get a lot of sleep last night, he seemed ready to go again today. Chad decided to head back to the hotel and see what was happening by the pool.
He was walking through the lobby when he heard her voice. "Well I was hoping to run into you again."
"Susan: well it sure is a pleasure to see you again. I hope you slept well last night," he said.
"Best night sleep I've had in a while, actually," she said.
"So Miss Ross, what do you have planned for today?"
"Well nothing really; I guess what ever it is you're doing. That is if you haven't met someone to replace me," she said with a smile.
"That might be a bit hard to do. How about we go back up stairs and get into our bathing suits and I'll meet you back here?" Susan agreed and as she went to her room to change, Chad went to the front desk and had them make some phone calls. 'Yes this was going to be a wonderful vacation; hopefully for both of them,' he thought.
As promised, she was back in a flash. She had on a nice little blue one piece with a wrap around her waist. Chad had to admit he could really start to fall for this woman. "Ok, so what did you have in mind?"
"I'll let it be a surprise for now," he said.
"Oh goody; I like surprises," she said in a mock little girl voice. They went outside to a hail a cab. Chad gave him the name of the rental place he was looking for, and they sped off down the street. It was a beautiful ride to the other end of the island; in no time, they were at their destination.
He took her by the hand, as they walked up to the rental store. This seemed to bring a smile to Susan's face. She squeezed his hand to let him know she was enjoying her time with him. There was a man at the counter; he seemed weathered from years out in the sun and more than likely; the water. "Hi, my name is Chad Franklin and I believe you have a reservation for me."
"Yes Sir, here you are. The boat is in stall eleven at the end of the first dock," he said. As he filled out the papers, he told him of the earlier conversation he had at the café with Monica.
"So, you're the one that Monica said would be coming over today," he said. "She told me to send the two of you to the cove, and give you this." He gave him a large backpack. When Chad put it over his shoulder, it was very cold. "It's really quiet at the cove, and you can only get there by boat. You and the lovely lady should have a good time." The old man pointed it out on a map so Chad could find it easily enough, and sent them on their way.
"So meeting other women on the side, are we Mr. Franklin?" She said jokingly as they walked down the docks.
"Not really Susan; just a waitress who wanted to give me some advice on women."
From the way you performed last night, I didn't think you needed any advice." Susan said. Chad just shook his head pathetically. He wasn't about to get started on this again, not just yet anyway. They reached the stall and discovered that it was a beautiful little speedboat. "I take it from the conversation back there, that were going to some secluded cove," she said.
"Well I thought it we would take a little boat ride today. I hope you don't mind, do you?" he asked.
"Not at all, sounds like some fun. You are just full of special surprises today," she said. He pulled away from the docks and headed down the lush coastline. The water was like glass today, with very little wind, and not too hot. Susan leaned back in the seat and Chad could see her ample cleavage, as she spun the chair towards him.
