It's 3:00 pm and the daily rain shower is looking imminent. What was searing sunlight beating down on us a half hour ago is now a light grey cloud cover that has lowered the temperature from 90 degrees and humid to 75 degrees and downright wet. Each breath seems labored when the humidity rises like this, but the cooler shade is welcome after hours of laying around in the sun. Every surface of our 36 foot Catalina is a combination of shiny white fiberglass and gleaming stainless steel, with the exception of the light green cockpit cushions we are laying on.
It's amazing here. How did we get so lucky to find a secluded beach off Cave Cay. It's late in the season when the serious cruisers flock to Grand Bahama for their last outing of the year, but we haven't seen another soul in three days since we dropped anchor. In the six feet of water where we are moored, the water is so clear that it only looks six inches deep, and it doesn't actually appear blue unless you look out towards the horizon. The light breeze has the palms whisking lazily on shore, but it's dead silent out here. The water is so still that there isn't even the hypnotic sound of it clapping lightly against the hull. It is truly paradise.
I tip my head up to sip my cocktail and look over at you. Your brown skin glistening with a combination of sun tan lotion and beads of sweat. My god, you are so beautiful. Your body is such a perfect blend of voluptuous and sporty. I gaze at you from head to toe and back, your lovely firm calves and shapely muscular thighs, your tummy rising with each deep relaxing breath, your gorgeous fleshy breasts that are barely contained by your bathing suit top. I look at the definition of your arms and shoulders, the way your neck curves with your head tipped back so that the sun can tan the underside of your chin, your hair falling loosely back onto and off the edge of the cushion. The small freckles on your nose and cheeks. Your eyes are closed beneath your sunglasses but I don't think you're sleeping, and you don't know that I am staring at you.
Another sip and now I realize that I'm getting physically excited. I have made love to you so many times, so many ways, but the sight of you never ceases to inspire my lust. I roll over onto my side and set the drink down, propping my head with my hand and realizing too late that the exposed cushion is really HOT. I sit up quickly and rub the back of my arm, like that friction is supposed to cool it. After a moment, I'm back to looking at you, now more from above than before and I can see how the sweat and suntan oil as welled up in your belly button. Jesus, that is so sexy. My mind races with all kinds of delicious thoughts. I can feel myself becoming more aroused and I shift a little to align things.
I can see that your top has shifted exposing some white skin that is now very pink. I pick up the lotion and squirt some in my hands and rub them together. I gently begin to rub the lotion onto your pick flesh and you instantly laugh and swat my hands away. "God, perv. Don't you ever get enough?"
"You're getting burned. And no." I respond as I attempt again to cover you with lotion.
You laugh and sit up, turning to face me and place your feet on the floor of the cockpit. Our knees are almost touching as you press your chin to your chest in an attempt to look down at your sunburn. I reach out and smear a little more lotion on you as you hook your top with your fingers and try to adjust it to cover to the tan line. Again you giggle and push my hands away, so I rub the remainder of the lotion on my own arms and chest. But I never take my eyes off you and my excitement continues to stir.
"Rain's coming. Probably less than fifteen minutes away now." you comment as you look up and around at the changing conditions. Half the time we just slip into the cabin for the half hour rain showers that roll through each day about this time, the other half the time we swim. The temperature of the rain water is almost the same as the 87 degree ocean water. It is totally comfortable to be out in. "Do you want to go in?"