None of the characters in this story are real. They are amalgams of people I've met and admired, myself, and my rather peculiar imagination.
Day 2
Thorn awoke to the smells of coffee, toast, orange juice, and salt air. Kay was already up and still dressed in the same alluring robe from before. She was arranging breakfast on the table. At the moment, she was bent over the table enough to reveal she still didn't have anything on under her robe.
"Morning, lover," Thorn said.
"Hey." Kay looked back over her shoulder. She smiled at him.
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"Hey," was a word Kay used a lot when they'd first started chatting online. While she was quick to learn reading and writing English, her original language was French and it had taken her a little longer to become a fluent speaker. Depending on her inflection, "Hey," could mean anything from "Hello," to "Oh my god! I want you so bad. You are driving me crazy!"
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"Breakfast smells great," Thorn said. "Looks good, too." He pointedly eyed Kay's scanty attire. "Did you let room service in like that?"
"She didn't seem to mind," Kay smiled. "She was very beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you."
"Hey." She lowered her eyes.
Breakfast was wonderful. Kay had ordered Thorn's favorite eggs, waffles and bacon. She had fresh fruit.
"What do you have planned for us today?" Thorn asked.
"Diving," she said. She pointed outside toward the porch where two sets of diving gear were neatly arranged.
Thorn ate a bit more quickly. He loved diving and loved the Kay had been so thoughtful. While they ate, they talked about the various dives they'd been on.
After breakfast but before they carried the gear to the end of the small dock, Thorn checked out both respirators, the octopi, dive computers, and tank pressures. He hadn't been diving for a while, but all the old rituals came swimming back up from the depths of his memory.
At the end of the dock, he helped Kay into her gear, put on his own, and holding hands, they jumped into the warm lagoon waters.
It was like jumping into a whole different world crowded with life. Schools of brightly colored fish glided along constantly morphing into new shapes. Sponges and corals grew nearly everywhere. A couple of rays that had been buried in the sand were startled by their arrival and skittered off to another patch of sand a few dozen yards away. Parrot fish grazed on the corals. Orange and black clown fish darted in and out of the stinging tentacles of the sea anemones. Barracuda swam past, showing off their menacing teeth.
Thorn was delighted to be diving with Kay. It has always been one of his favorite hobbies. It was all the better swimming beside Kay with her perfect figure embraced by a tight red one-piece that was both practical and flattering. The suit had no back to speak of, but covered Kay's rear just enough to tease. In the front, the neck line dipped low enough to show off Kay's amazing cleavage without worry that she'd have to deal with a sudden clothing malfunction.
They took their time enjoying the reef. Sometimes they just floated and watched the busy sea life bustle around them.
Even with all of nature's beauty on display, Thorn found his gaze constantly returning to Kay. She was in her element, gliding along with graceful kicks. Behind her mask, her eyes were filled with delight and wonder.
Kay was happy. She'd been diving before, but she'd never seen such a profusion of life before. Having Thorn to share it with meant more to her than she'd expected. For all her romantic nature, Kay was practical. She had to be. As a cam model, she'd met hundreds of men. Every one of them was sure he was irresistible to her. Most told her how beautiful she was, how hot, how sexy. Many professed love. But for the most part, they were in love with the idea they could get the attention of a young beautiful woman. That they could satisfy her in a way no one else could, all evidence to the contrary.
Kay would never deny that she adored the attention. Who wouldn't want to be told they were beautiful? The tips her admirers sent her triggered her vibrator, allowing her virtual lovers to caress her. She knew other cam models who had twenty or more orgasms a day. She herself preferred edging - being held at the brink of orgasm as long as possible.
She'd started cam modeling, like many other young women did, as a way to explore the feeling of being watched and admired. Her regular job was as a fashion model and designer. That, and an inherent shyness, made her decide to keep her face hidden. She worried that some of the businesses who hired her would be put off by the stigma attached to cam models. She quickly discovered that most of the people she encountered were kind and that the cam model community attracted the usual share of assholes. One of the things she liked about the platform she used was that it gave her the ability to silence and/or ban the jerks from her room. As a result, she attracted regular viewers who appreciated her slow teasing, men and women both. They liked her and she liked them in return. She'd become close to several of her visitors, but Thorn was the first she'd chosen to meet in person.
They had actually tried to meet before. Thorn lived near Boston and had invited her to meet him for coffee if she was ever going to be in the area. She did book a photo shoot near Boston and agreed to meet him, but she got cold feet at the last minute. She never went to the coffee shop. At the time, she was sure that was going to be the end of her relationship with Thorn. It wasn't.
"Like I said," he later told her in chat. "You were under no obligation. I was disappointed, but I don't ever want you to do something you are uncomfortable with. I'm happy you are cautious. Maybe, after you get to know me better, we can try again. Next time, you get to pick the spot."
"How about the Maldives?"
"Even the Maldives - wherever you like."
Kay later realized that was the moment when she decided that she really would meet him.
Thorn, for his part, had been very disappointed when Kay didn't show up at the coffee shop in Boston. He wasn't entirely surprised. Though he hadn't seen her face, Thorn knew she was beautiful, so beautiful that normally he wouldn't even consider the possibility she would be interested in him. He didn't think he was ugly, but he was a good deal older than Kay and he knew she could have her pick as far as good looking men were concerned. Not only that, he knew that many of the people who visited Kay's room were far wealthier than he was. He'd never been able to match them in tips. That was one of the reasons he'd sought to engage Kay's attention with his stories. His very first attempt at erotic fiction was for her.