Chapter 3: Her
After I finished my drink, I went back to the room cooled off out of the sun for a while. I went to the main hotel and asked several questions from the concierge about information of what to do on the island. I phoned my best girl friend and let her know I arrived safely and apologized for her not being able to come with me.
I walked back to my hut on the ocean, sifting through the leaflets about swimming with dolphins, glass submarine rides. These all interested me but fish are fish right? I thought, maybe the snorkeling along the reef might be sort of fun. This reminded me of the fact that I was all alone though and breathed a heavy sigh in both relief and sadness. So, I lifted my chin up and tried to forget the previous week. Feeling hungry I ordered a huge César salad and flipped through the little local television stations. All 4 of them!
I stretched and yawned from the long flight here; thinking maybe a short nap would be just the thing I needed. I tossed the brochures on the night stand and lay back on the bed. Not really tired enough to sleep, one of the brochures caught my eye. It was the most beautiful photos of the ocean from what appeared to be the view from my window. But then all views must look like this here. I was impressed by the sheer beauty the moment I arrived on the island. The vast expanse of the ocean and the power that it exuded made me truly adore this place.
Thinking on the flight here and not really wanting to come at all without my fiancé, I decided I was glad I did. As a tear of remorse rolled down my cheek I closed my eyes and listened to the waves beating against beach not too far from the window. I must have dozed off for an hour I guess, it felt great, I woke up so refreshed.
The brochure of the ocean view caught my eye again. I snagged it off the stand and opened it to see that it was the brochure for the "Surf Shack" up the beach. I flipped it over and saw a photo of that tanned god I had met earlier. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. The photo showed him in a pale blue polo shirt all tanned and smiling, wearing a pair of khaki shorts and bare feet. My stomach did a flip flop of excitement and I think I purred in response to his sexy expression in the picture. Behind him were two other handsome men wearing wetsuits, and holding very colorful surf boards. A very attractive dark haired fellow had a caption under his name that read co-owner and board designer "Dave the Painter." Under the platinum blonde Adonis I had met earlier read Co-owner and Instructor "James the business man."
"James, eh?" I said out loud in a whisper to myself, "Time to pay this fine lad a visit."
I pulled my shoulder length blonde curls into a pony tail, put on my shades and bounded out the door for a walk down the beach. I pulled off my sandals and walked casually at the waters edge, the cool ocean waves rapped at my ankles, feeling very soothing after burning them on the hot sand. I spotted the "Surf Shack" after about a five minute walk. Slipping my sandals back on my feet, I moved toward the shack and noticed him sitting with his feet up and those fabulous strong thighs extended out in front of him on a make shift boogie board table. As I approached he smiled nicely and said,
"Not a great time for your first lesson," he paused looking me up and down. "The sun is too high in the sky; you'll get burned to a frazzle."
I smiled and replied, "I didn't come out here for a lesson, yet. Just figured I would stop in and say hello while out for walk. Check out what kind of trouble I would be getting myself into." God knows I couldn't I say, had to lay my hands upon your golden chest and taste those luscious lips! I was glad I was wearing my shades so he couldn't see what I was really thinking.
He got up and disappeared into the shop. Unable to help it I peeked into the small shack and saw about four dozen boards of various sizes and shapes and colors. Some with fins, some without and one in the corner looked like it was waiting for a paint job. As I backed out to stand on the patio made of more old boards, I noticed the "Surf Shack" sign was made of a board with a huge bite out of it. It looked genuine; I would have to inquire about this.
To my surprise he came back with a couple Corona's with limes in them. Handing this cool beverage to me, I noticed he even brought back a chair. My intention wasn't to sit and chat but I figured what the hell.
"Oh, thank you, James," and took a seat. He looked at me quizzically as to how I knew his name.
I sipped the beer and stared out, for a moment neither of us spoke. I dropped my head back to feel the sun on my face and neck. I felt so nice compared to the cold winter I would have gotten back home this time of year. I was glad I fake baked before I came down here. No tan line is always a nicer look when you get sun freckles like a child.
He began to speak in a very masculine soft voice about the island. Telling me about the volcanic eruptions that created the island and the disintegrating reefs and a little about the natives and the colorful local fish. Honestly, I don't remember a whole lot of the actual conversation because I was entranced by the accent that I found was so sexy I felt my nipples getting hard at the sound of his smooth transition from this topic to that. I did catch him say something about a nightclub at the next resort over that had a live reggae band that played on the weekends and another about a mile down that served the greatest crab dish that was to die for.
