We are on a cruise to the Caribbean Islands. The air is warm, the sun shining bright. The boat will dock at the island in the afternoon, and leave the next day. We decide to go exploring.
As we get off the boat, we can see all of the locals and hear music being played all around. There are vendors as far as you can see. The beach seems endless, and very populated. I can see huts not far from the shoreline, as well as a beach side bar and restaurant.
We take our time exploring all that is around us. The smell of the sea and the warm air is almost intoxicating. We see different things and meet new people. As I am at a vendor, I see a man staring at me. When I turn to him, he looks away. I hear you snicker as you observe this. You lean over and kiss me on the back of the neck, and whisper, "He wants you." I just smile, and continue to browse.
As we go from vendor to vendor, he seems to be following us. I do get a better look at him, with his dark hair, bright eyes, great tone and deep tan. I assume he is a local. I can feel when he is staring at me, and he turns away every time I look his way. Could he really be that shy? You stay with me the whole time, observing everything. I get the feeling you are enjoying this little game between him and I.
As the day comes to an end, we feel the air getting cooler. The sun has started its journey down, and the sky fills with bright color. We decide to venture over to the beach and get dinner. The water is scares with people, and the beach is slowly clearing out. The straw hut on the beach is alive with music, lights and people.
We order exotic island drinks and something to eat. While we are waiting for our dinner, we just sit back and watch the festivities. Girl's dancing all around and music playing. As I look around, I see him at a table across the way, all alone. He is looking around when our eyes finally meet. This time he doesn't look away. Instead, he smiles softly and nods his head. I smile back and continue to look around the beach hut.
You notice me fidgeting, and smile. You ask me why, and I tell you where he is. You look over there and nod. He nods back and you both continue what you were doing.
I find myself looking back at him often. Each time lasting longer, and the smiles getting bigger. Each time I look at him, I can feel something inside me turning. He is so beautiful, so mysterious. I have to wonder what he is thinking.
Just as our meal arrives, he gets up from his table. My eyes follow him as he moves to the bar. He orders a drink and looks around once again. A young, beautiful girl sits next to him and they begin to talk. I strangely feel as though my chances of meeting him may be gone. We eat our dinner and have light conversation. Occasionally I look up and I see him looking over here while he is talking to her. Is he trying to make me jealous?
We finish our dinner and order another drink. You then excuse yourself to use the restroom. There I am, all alone, watching his every move. Just then, he goes to the restroom as well. Now I have no one to look at, so I just let my eyes wander.
You come back, and we talk some more. I decide I want to dance. You tell me to go, and you will watch. I don't go far, stay by our table. I want you to see me. I secretly hope he is watching, too. I close my eyes and just let my body flow with the music. As my eyes are closed, I begin to see him. I can almost feel him touching me. It isn't long before I start feeling warm and decide I had better sit down.
Soon, I excuse myself to the restroom. When I come out, I find him there waiting for me. He offers to walk me back to the table and I accept. He puts his hand on the small of my back, and guides me through the crowd. I catch a breath of his smell when the wind blows. He smells so, exotic. His eyes are absolutely beautiful.
We chat briefly until we get to my table, then he goes back to his seat at the bar. You suggest I go talk to him, and you will find us a place to stay for the night. We want to stay here, not on the ship. I ask you if you are sure, and you assure me it is ok.
I look over at him and the seat next to him is empty. The girl has gone. I make my way over there and sit next to him. I glance back at you, and this smirk comes across your face. As if you know something I don't.
He and I begin to talk and night goes on forever. Then, he leans over and kisses me on the neck. Shivers go down my spine, to my toes. Just then, you come back with the key to the beach hut and tell me you will see me later. You kiss me and wander off by yourself. I get the feeling you have something to do, I just don't know what.
He and I talk more, and he periodically leans over to kiss me somewhere. I finally can't take it anymore and invite him to the beach hut. He accepts, and off we go. As we walk along the beach to get there, he begins exploring my body with his hands. Though the air has cooled, I can feel myself getting warmer.
As we reach our hut, he stops me at the door. He grabs me and gives me a very deep, passionate kiss. I return the gesture and fumble to get the key ready.
