pristine deserted beach on the easterly side of Virgin Gorda. Bobby and Kate went snorkeling for awhile, while Joe and Kim continued to drink Dom as Sarah Vaughn serenaded them.
“Joe—-Kate and I are going to swim to the beach. Do you guys want to come?”
“No, I think we’re content to relax here on the boat.” Bobby looked at Joe with gratitude. Kate and he swam into the beach and began to walk its soft powdery sand. Toward the far end of the crescent shaped shore, they climbed some giant rock formations and sat down high above the water looking out to the open ocean.
“God, this is magnificent,” said Bobby.
“Beyond beautiful,” Kate replied.
Bobby’s hand found hers. “Are you in school?” he asked.
“First year at the Fashion Institute in San Diego. What about you?” she asked.
“I’m in school in Boston. I’m a science and math major.”
“Where?”
“A combined program of MIT and Harvard.”
Kate laughed. “Oh, excuse me. A big brain here, I see.”
They chatted on as they climbed some more rocks, Bobby doing his best to keep his hand glued to hers. “I’m getting really hot. Let’s take a swim,” Kate said, wiping her forehead.
They walked down to the edge of the water. “Don’t you hate tan lines?” Kate removed her bikini top, threw it on to the sand and glided into the aqua sea, cocking her head to signal Bobby to join her.
Bobby wondered what he owed the gods for letting him play with Venus. He joined her and they swam underwater together among the schools of psychedelically colored reef fish. When they surfaced their tan faces glistened in the sun.
“You look so amazing,” Bobby said.
“You think so?”
“I know so. You’re gorgeous.” Kate laughed and swam some more and then, turned around and yelled, “Let’s race.” Bobby was a good swimmer, but not like her.
“Where did you learn to swim like that?” he asked.
“Swim team. I’ve been racing since I was six.”
He treaded water closely to her and looked into her eyes. She felt an intensity in his gaze quite unlike anything she had previously experienced. He put his arms around her waist. The buoyancy of the water supported them as her naked breasts gently pressed against his chest. They kissed, and then flipped over and floated on their backs holding hands as the sea gently rocked them. The sun was low in the sky but its heat still warmed them. The boat’s bell clanged three times.
“I think we have to head back Kate. Joe’s calling.” They swam back to shore to retrieve her bikini top and then swam to Dreamweaver . Joe was beginning to prepare dinner and Kim was helping to set the dining table.
“Did you kids have fun?” asked Kim.
“It was great,” said Kate.
The sunset on the boat was awe inspiring. Bobby and Kate went to the bow alone to watch it. Bobby stood behind Kate and lightly kissed her on the neck. He pressed against her and she leaned back into him.
Among candle-lit lanterns, they all feasted on local prawns, lobster, and Joe’s famous garlic mashed potatoes. A snappy chilled Domaine Fournier Sancerre complemented the main course, and a 1968 Chateau d’Yquem and Vosges chocolates were dessert. At the outset of the meal, Joe announced that since Dreamweaver was in international waters, it was the captain of the vessel who set the drinking age. Joe declared that seventeen was the threshold. It didn’t take long for everyone to be happily inebriated, and by eleven that evening, all passengers were ready to retire for the night. Bobby and Kate took one last walk around the boat to view the stars.
“This has been a fantastic day for me. I’m so happy we met,” he said.
As Kate nuzzled against him, she whispered in his ear, “You’re sweet, Bobby. Very sweet.”
Kate and Kim shared a stateroom. Joe and Bobby each had their own. At three, when the alcohol wore off, Bobby woke up. He lay in bed thinking about everything that had transpired. He couldn’t fall back asleep
“Joe—-Kate and I are going to swim to the beach. Do you guys want to come?”
“No, I think we’re content to relax here on the boat.” Bobby looked at Joe with gratitude. Kate and he swam into the beach and began to walk its soft powdery sand. Toward the far end of the crescent shaped shore, they climbed some giant rock formations and sat down high above the water looking out to the open ocean.
“God, this is magnificent,” said Bobby.
“Beyond beautiful,” Kate replied.
Bobby’s hand found hers. “Are you in school?” he asked.
“First year at the Fashion Institute in San Diego. What about you?” she asked.
“I’m in school in Boston. I’m a science and math major.”
“Where?”
“A combined program of MIT and Harvard.”
Kate laughed. “Oh, excuse me. A big brain here, I see.”
They chatted on as they climbed some more rocks, Bobby doing his best to keep his hand glued to hers. “I’m getting really hot. Let’s take a swim,” Kate said, wiping her forehead.
They walked down to the edge of the water. “Don’t you hate tan lines?” Kate removed her bikini top, threw it on to the sand and glided into the aqua sea, cocking her head to signal Bobby to join her.
Bobby wondered what he owed the gods for letting him play with Venus. He joined her and they swam underwater together among the schools of psychedelically colored reef fish. When they surfaced their tan faces glistened in the sun.
“You look so amazing,” Bobby said.
“You think so?”
“I know so. You’re gorgeous.” Kate laughed and swam some more and then, turned around and yelled, “Let’s race.” Bobby was a good swimmer, but not like her.
“Where did you learn to swim like that?” he asked.
“Swim team. I’ve been racing since I was six.”
He treaded water closely to her and looked into her eyes. She felt an intensity in his gaze quite unlike anything she had previously experienced. He put his arms around her waist. The buoyancy of the water supported them as her naked breasts gently pressed against his chest. They kissed, and then flipped over and floated on their backs holding hands as the sea gently rocked them. The sun was low in the sky but its heat still warmed them. The boat’s bell clanged three times.
“I think we have to head back Kate. Joe’s calling.” They swam back to shore to retrieve her bikini top and then swam to Dreamweaver . Joe was beginning to prepare dinner and Kim was helping to set the dining table.
“Did you kids have fun?” asked Kim.
“It was great,” said Kate.
The sunset on the boat was awe inspiring. Bobby and Kate went to the bow alone to watch it. Bobby stood behind Kate and lightly kissed her on the neck. He pressed against her and she leaned back into him.
Among candle-lit lanterns, they all feasted on local prawns, lobster, and Joe’s famous garlic mashed potatoes. A snappy chilled Domaine Fournier Sancerre complemented the main course, and a 1968 Chateau d’Yquem and Vosges chocolates were dessert. At the outset of the meal, Joe announced that since Dreamweaver was in international waters, it was the captain of the vessel who set the drinking age. Joe declared that seventeen was the threshold. It didn’t take long for everyone to be happily inebriated, and by eleven that evening, all passengers were ready to retire for the night. Bobby and Kate took one last walk around the boat to view the stars.
“This has been a fantastic day for me. I’m so happy we met,” he said.
As Kate nuzzled against him, she whispered in his ear, “You’re sweet, Bobby. Very sweet.”
Kate and Kim shared a stateroom. Joe and Bobby each had their own. At three, when the alcohol wore off, Bobby woke up. He lay in bed thinking about everything that had transpired. He couldn’t fall back asleep
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