As the light from the fire danced over her prone form, each flicker on every curve. I reached out for the phone, her eyes glazed slightly with recent bliss but still clear enough to plea the words "..don't answer that..."
With reluctant acceptance to the inevitable, she rolled over and was treated to the sight of her delightful bottom.
Flipping the rotten little piece of modern technology, which
tethers me, open. Receiving a single word to which I respond in kind, the very same word. As the instructions are being spouted off, my eyes gaze over her and an idea is spawned. I did something I had never done before, I interrupted the nameless, faceless Voice on the other end. " Wait One", cupping the receiver, " Do you have a passport?"
Rolling back towards me, taking in her beauty and trying to concentrate as she answers and her interest peaked" Yes....Why?"
"You free the next few days?"
With a crooked smile and raised eyebrow " I can be.......Whatta ya got in mind?" I love it when she's playful. Winking to her I continue with the Voice
"Change in plans, I'll need two seats" watching her eyes brighten " ....yes.....yes...I understand" smiling back at her " Six hours." An audible beep and I closed the phone.
"Well?"
"Well, we have six hours to get dressed, go home, pack, and get to the airport"
"Wait" and so I did, stopping in my tracks, like a statue " You haven't told me where we are going?"
"Curacao"
* * * * *
Through the small window, a hazy crescent moon could be seen. Turning my attention back to the angel that sleeps beside me. Our seats reclined As far back as they can go, listening to her soft breath. Watching the gentle rise and fall of the single blanket that covers us. Her arm wrapped around me, mine around her. Reaching out to clear a rogue lock away. Even in this dim light I can easily make out her beautiful face, her cute nose, closed lids with long lashes, full lips, edges slightly curled back in her slumber.
It appeared that it was the first time she allowed herself to relax in a rather long while. Smiling to myself, remembering her regaling me with her Captains' reaction to her request for some time off. I believe her exact words were " Who is this really?" followed up with " What have you done with the real Lefay?" We had shared at laugh at that, and now I smiled again, knowing that we would soon be on the ground.
* * * * *
After making out way through customs and baggage claim, we selected a green and yellow cab, and we were on our way. The sun was newly raised, it's golden radiance bathe the tiny island that was just waking up. With the window down we enjoyed the constant gentle breeze that ran over the paradise.
In a few scant minutes, we pulled up into the parking lot of what could be considered, by island standards as, an office building "This will only take a few moments" I reassured her. True to my word I was back with a manila envelope in my hand. Quickly I asked the driver if he could find the address I read off from a card.
Always the investigator, I could see she was more than curious to our next stop." We'll be there soon."
"But…"
"I want it to be a surprise."
"I…."
"I know, I know….you don't like surprises. You'll like this one…I promise." Delving once again into her eyes, then the queries stopped.
* * * * *
I had studied the map on the flight, it seems the taxi driver decided on the scenic route. He rambled on and on, pointing out sight after sight. Either he was fishing for a bigger tip or he really was proud of his home. Either way I was more enthralled by the angel. Exchanging glances and smiles, holding hands.
* * * * *
The winding road, a path rarely used by the locals and even less than by tourists, was flanked by wondrous plants, trees and wildflowers, colors more vibrant and brilliant than I thought possible. Turning down a simply driveway, until reaching our destination.
Only a second after he shifted to park was Lefay out of the car. While the driver went to get the baggage, I removed the keys from the envelope.
Her eyes were wide with astonishment, taking in her surroundings. Making careful steps over the slabs of slate that make up the walkway.
The secluded little house was even more than I had expected. Single floor, stonewalls worn by time and the elements. Opening the front door, placing the bags on the terra cotta tiled floor, the same shade as the roofs'. Paying the driver plus a rather nice tip
We toured the house. It was cozy to say the least, white wall making it cool, well placed area rugs, a comfortable sofa and couch, an all marble bathroom .The kitchen was more than adequate and happily it was fully stocked. The second set of keys were for the jeep we later found in the garage.
The bedroom was simple enough, a dresser, two end tables and a four-post bed. When we looked at each other just then, we both raised and eyebrow each at the same time, causing us to both share another laugh and smile.
A sliding glass door that led to the patio in the back and to the beach beyond. A hammock swaying in the island breeze. The waves, bright blue with snow white crests, lapping at the shore. Lefay completed the vision of paradise when she stepped out on to the shore.
Stepping up from behind her, putting my hands on her hips, bringing myself near, whispering in her ear"…you like?"
Turning around, keeping my hold at her waist, looking incredibly at me. A half crooked smile, and a raised eyebrow, as fingers now rest behind my neck. "Just a little"
Leaning in unison, eyelids falling, heads tilting in opposite directions, lips finally touching, pulling her even closer. Mouths opening, careful tips of tongue, engaging in a slow and sensual massage of each other. Moaning as a hand finds her bottom. Fingertips slowly around, cupping my face. Feeling my lower lip being enveloped by hers, suckling softly, riding the edge of her teeth.
I am motionless as she pulls back just enough to break contact. Letting looses a soft sigh I open my eyes to meet hers. Purring,"…you like?" in a playful tone. Slowly nodding as the words have left me for the moment. She giggled and started to head back for the house. Watching her, her hips shifting as she crossed the sand.