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The number of people on the beach this time of day, early morning, was low. Most everyone was probably nursing a hangover; such was life at a Caribbean island resort.
Madison and Nate had hit upon the idea of getting up early to take advantage of having the beach, more or less, to themselves. Much more romantic that way. Even in April the temperature only dipped to about 75 degrees so it's not like it was something to gut through. A beach back home would be ridiculous this time of year. And nowhere as pretty.
Speaking of which...
Nate sat regarding Madison. She was down by the water, staring out at the sea, hands on hips. It was a lovely view in his wholly biased opinion. Strawberry blond hair in a bob and gentle curves. He seldom found the human ass all that appealing but of course he made an exception for her.
This was another first; their first true vacation together. (The one in the Fall had been a weekend, both had agreed that it didn't truly count). They just kept racking up the hits.
Nate decided that the adjective best suited to her swimsuit was vibrant.
Madison had her eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the water, smelling the salty air. She'd been to the beach before but exclusively in Jersey while in school; her childhood home was in a land locked state. And like her current home, Jersey couldn't hold a candle to the Caymans.
Madison hoped Nate was enjoying the view. And she wasn't talking the ocean.
Before Nate could even suggest it, she had decided to upgrade her swimwear. The rather utilitarian tank suit she wore on the few occasions she'd been to the apartment pool was fine and all but this called for something different, kicked up a notch. In her mind the new one piece had to meet one specific requirement: a low back. Nate had expressed a preference months ago and she was looking to accommodate. All was born out when she showed it to him online; he loved it. He suggested that she up the ante and go with a red one. (It was, indeed, a vibrant red). With very little effort he talked her into it.
And I'm sure he'll talk me out of it later.
"Get your lazy ass over here!" she shouted.
Shaking his head in amusement, Nate got up and walked over to her. He was an inch taller than her, broad shouldered and dark haired, wearing some pretty average swim trunks. (Such was it with men; he was not a Speedo guy).
"What are you going to do, sit there all day? You can do that at home."
"It was like... twenty minutes. Besides, the view... "
"Wants you in the water with her. Move Mister! See if you can catch me!"
Madison went tearing off toward the water. Nate went in hot pursuit.
Her Father considered swimming to be a survival skill, (and she'd needed to know it for the public pool back home anyway), so Madison did pretty well. The water here was crystal clear which made it all the more fun.
Eventually Nate caught up with her and stopped for a kiss. (And a pretty darn good one at that). They were shallow enough to be able to stand while still being mostly in the water. Madison put her arms around his neck, he at her waist and they went in for another. Both figured it was virtually required that they have a snog in the water. The kiss was long and drawn out. Somewhere toward the end Madison noticed that something had come up. Namely Nate. Both figured sex in the ocean was virtually required in a place like this but that was a very different thing.
Madison took advantage of the situation to rub herself against him lightly. She made a happy little noise and he echoed her. Nate slid his hands into the leg openings of her suit stopping just inside, somewhere in the region where her thighs and ass met. It was Madison and not he who lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. The increased contact felt good to them both. Madison's breathing picked up its pace. Nate was thrusting ever so slightly.
And then they stopped, both at once.
"Uh... " said Nate
"Um, yeah... " she replied.
"You know I'm a big fan of sex with you and this is fun but... "
"It's a little... public?"
There were more people on the beach now and more arriving; the incredibly clear water hid very little.
"Exactly...uh, sorry"
"No, no, it's alright
. I'm
sorry. Don't think I'm ready be on public display quite yet," replied Madison.
"Me too. OK, on three, break."
They counted together and then took a step back. Nate leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips.
"Does this make us cowards?" she asked.
"Nah. If we're uncomfortable enough to stop, we're
uncomfortable
."
Nate noticed that her new suit was not entirely nipple-proof. Madison caught the glance and looked down.
"Oh, hello." It was said as if she were talking to a cat that had wandered up and stropped her ankles.
"Well, we should stay in here until things... "
"Deescalate?" he suggested.
"Good word."
*****
By the time they'd returned to some semblance of normal, Nate and Madison agreed to simply stay in and enjoy the water. As shocking a thought as it was, they agreed sex could wait till later. Opportunities like this didn't come along often and all too soon they'd need to go home and back to their lives.
*****
Later...
The two of them were lying on the beach, coming early had an unintended side benefit; they had a really good spot on which to set up.
Madison felt she'd gotten enough sun and threw on a cover-up and the ridiculous, comically large hat she'd bought specifically for the trip. It had been purchased as much for laughs as its practicality. Nate was approaching the point he was going to put a shirt on when his phone went off. Madison gave him the Look but she recognized Kristen's text tone so wasn't actually put out. Kristen, along with her husband Steve, we're friends to both of them. (She also worked with Nate). They were on the very short list of people they'd agree to respond to.
Nate studied the screen and then sputtered, grinning.
"Uh, Kristen and Steve are expecting sometime in October."
"What? What else did she say?"
"Hold on, I'm checking my math." Madison looked at him in wonderment, brow crinkled.
"Yeah, that works. Little Kristen or Steve would have been conceived around the time of the office Christmas party, that is to say most likely... "
"In your office." More wonderment on her part. (The couple had borrowed Nate's office for some privacy that night).
"Yep. I guess she left that part out. It'll be a fun conversation when we get home."
Madison gave him a soft punch.
"What else does it say?"
"Not much other than they waited to make sure everything was good before they told anybody, they're both healthy and they've decided they don't want to know the sex." His fingers flew across the keypad.
"Tell her congratulations from me," said Madison. Nate finished typing.
"Just did." He looked up at her happily. "What do you think Aunt Madison?"
"I think not bad Uncle Nate. You know that's what we're going to be, right?"
"Yes... and I think I like the sound of that."
Madison stared past him. The expression on her face was the type when someone doesn't want to look at something but can't pull their eyes away either. Nate turned in the same direction.
A couple was clearly having sex in the water. Luckily, depending on one's interests, they were mostly obscured by the Caribbean. Some people were observing, others not. A thought formed in Madison's mind...
There but for the grace of God...
That didn't mean she wasn't the least bit excited...
*****
Madison and Nate went back to their room to change for lunch. Both had developed tan lines during their stay to date; Nate was very much enjoying the sight of Madison's; the low back had left especially appealing demarcations. She enjoyed his simpler ones. Naked, she handed a tube of lotion to him. Both strenuously wanted to avoid a burn.
"Can you get my back?" she asked casually.
"Sure", said Nick equally casually. It was a simple request, nothing implied.
After a minute or two Madison leaned into Nate's hands. The hands were getting slower. The feeling of them sliding across her naked body caused her nipples to make themselves known again. He was beginning to escalate.
"Ah... you know I think that's good. Not sure what would happen if you got lotion in um...places."
"Right, good idea. And I'm pretty hungry anyway."
Separately, each felt like a teenager again. As in there being an appalling lack of sex but no lack of desire.
*****
Like they so often did, Madison and Nate held hands as they walked. He had on a pair of cargo shorts and a tee, she a yellow sundress with a flower bud pattern. Nate noted her lack of a bra and the three buttons centered over her chest, even though they were merely decorative.
Jeez it's hot out here.
The couple had enjoyed the restaurant so much yesterday that they agreed to come back and sample more of the menu. It catered to tourists but not in a derogatory sense; the breath of the menu was impressive, especially in terms of seafood. Madison and Nate sat outside, enjoying wine before their entrees were delivered.
Nate was minding his own business, which is to say he was looking at Madison only about once every 15 seconds, and counting his good fortune, when he felt something brush his ankle. He was going to look to see what it was and then he noticed the expression on her face. It was coy for sure. She was looking away and sipping wine but had a calculatedly innocent little look on her face.
The foot started up his thigh.
He was escalating again.
Madison put down the wine, looked him directly in the face, a cute but sexy expression on hers. Nate smiled gently.
