Later in that day they were slicing through the green waters in a kayak, and with only one paddle he was doing most of the work but the tide was coming in so it was an easy plow...the salt air was warm and there was a gathering of darkening clouds looming but no thunder yet...an evening storm would be the perfect coda to the day.
Earlier than that they were at the beach bar, a kitschy open-air place with hardly any variety but they had margaritas in plastic white cups, the rims lined with heavy salt. She had tried the ceviche and loved it....he mostly ate the chips and what the natives passed around as salsa. But the beach was nearly deserted and for a few moments it felt like it was their island...their views, the breezes and the scent of the bloom of the flowers in the trees surrounding the property. After a couple of margaritas he knew he needed to either go kayaking or go back to bed. She suggested the kayaking.
She let one of her hands trail in the water as they went, and he noticed her opal colored fingernail polish...it looked perfect on her...as did the red bottoms of her suit...it had moved slightly down and he saw the whiter part of her where the suit covered her normally...and the tan line was perfect...the contrast on her skin...she asked if he was looking at her ass and he had to confirm it. She laughed and pulled up on the suit.
Even earlier she wasn't wearing a bathing suit at all.
In an evening that was a blur of words and bodies and music playing in the smaller room of the suite they had entangled and intertwined...burned the way a wick burns...the windows of the suite were open and outside there was no storm but there were winds and the scent of the evening ocean.
But that morning, upon waking, they were at different sides of the bed...in the slight movements of detecting her rousing he moved towards her...the sheets were still warm with sleep, her hair was tussled and beautiful and she still smelled slightly of perfume. He found her arms opening and he got closer, feeling her beneath him, skin on skin...tanned and untanned parts.
Once upon each other they just laid there...even falling asleep for a little bit more. Three hours later, after some room service in robes they were back again, just lounging in the luxury of a room with no clocks and nothing to do.
Until she suggested lunch and kayaking...and the return of clothes and others on a lazy Sunday.
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