Chapter 13
Sophia Durant’s Diary
October 16, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
I stood fifty feet from Stafford and Ava in full disguise on the starboard side of the ferry. The weather was overcast, and I expected sheets of rain at any moment. I had one earbud in, listening to the audio from Stafford’s phone mic, but I couldn’t make anything out because of the loud noise of our surroundings. Stafford stood very close to Ava, both leaning on the railing, engrossed in animated discussion.
On landing at Dunmore Town Stafford and the woman got a taxi and I followed at a distance in another. They were dropped at a seafood restaurant in a pristine Victorian house on the sea. Since I could make out their conversation on the earbud, I decided to go for a stroll on the beach.
“You’re Brazilian?” said Stafford.
“Colombian. I’m from an old family in Bogota. But I never went to college. I was scouted for modeling when I was sixteen and I never looked back.”
“Your English is very good if you don’t mind my saying.”
“Thank you. I was tutored in English since a small child, and I spent a year in the U.S. during secondary school.”
“Lucky school.”
“I had a wild time.”
She laughed.
“Any lucky boys?”
“One. His name was Derek Davi. Italian, I think. We painted the town red as he liked to say.”
“I’ll bet. You’re a fiery wonder.”
“Explosive too. My temper is…”
She must have indicated something with her hands because she didn’t finish the sentence.
“Let’s hope I never make you mad,” he said.
“It also makes me a red hot, Latina lover,” she purred.
I thought people only talked like that in movies.
“What’s your full name? I want to look at your portfolio.”
“Ava Madeiros.”
She spelled it out for him.
“Good powerful name. I see you’re done with your plate. Would you like to go for a walk on the beach?”
“Sure.”
Hiding in some rocks above a small cove, I watched them walk out on the famous pink sand. There was no one in sight for as far as I could see down the beach. It was harder to hear them outside, but I could still make out most of it. They sat down next to each other in the sand. Ava put her head on his shoulder, and he lifted her chin for a kiss. Rage shot through me like an armor-piercing bullet. At the same time I couldn’t take my eyes away. Stafford stood up and took her by the hand, leading her into the small cove below me. I was somewhat surprised to see him undress her rapidly as she loosed his belt and lowered her hands into his pants. He helped her out and removed his jeans and underwear completely. His cock stood throbbing in the cool air. Ava removed the last of her clothes, revealing her lustrous, tanned body in all its glory. There was no foreplay whatsoever. So this was hot, Latin love.
They talked some but I couldn’t make it out as they were too close to the crashing waves. He was on his knees, and she bowed herself, pushing herself up from her hands and feet, face up, shorn pussy in the air. He licked her lower lips, fingered them, sucked her pussy and tongued it. He said something to her. Then he walked around to her face, took her hips and raised her upturned pussy to his face, arms wrapped around her lower back, as he ate her out and she licked his sack and his cock. After some moments he put her down on her back. He fondled her large breasts with one hand, fingering the dark nipples, while he stroked himself off with the other. He climaxed, busting a load all over her face. Apparently exhausted, he stretched out on the pink sand next to her. I’d seen enough and decided to turn back and catch the next ferry to the main island.
AVA: I was able to postpone my departure by a week.
MARK: Come to my party Saturday night.
AVA: I will. What should I wear?
MARK: Dress casual. It’s going to be mostly business associates.
AVA: See you then.
MARK: If not before.
So ran a string of texts
Jessica Hendry Nelson
Henry H. Neff
Kate Sedley
Susan Schild
Donis Casey
Melanie Benjamin
Anita Shreve
Anita Higman
Selina Rosen
Rosie Harris