Anna and I had been in the Bahamas for 3 days when we were sitting beneath a blue and white striped sun umbrella at an outdoor lounge, talking with the couple that was long known to me and Anna but since we didn't come there together and didn't know were there they'd allowed us to join them at the last available table.
We were attired as typical tourists: they were in swim wear. I was wearing a very faded Planet Hollywood Hawaii cap, aloha shirt and skateboard shorts, and Anna was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a headband around her brown hair. Now, as Anna laughed at a joke, the ribbon's long ends were flapping about in the warm breeze. It was difficult making conversation above the pounding surf and whistling wind.
Harry, my identical twin brother and just like me six-foot tall and a loud voice after a couple of drinks, leaned across the table and almost shouted, "You here in a boat?"
His blond hair was tousled by the breeze. His stunning Asian girlfriend, Samantha, was leaning back in a sun-chair, which squeaked as she fidgeted and appraised us.
"We flew over," I told him.
Two years before, we'd been here in our twenty-foot boat. A troublesome storm convinced me I'd never take anyone else in a small craft, so this time we'd flown commercial, as we have each time since.
"We're checked in at the hotel".
Harry gulped his drink, gestured toward the distant docks, and murmured, "We're staying at the marina. They charge an arm and a leg to hook up to electricity over there. We're came here from Florida. Didn't expect to see you here though. Where'd you come from?"
When I told him, he responded, "Yeah, well you should've told us. You could've gone with us. Did you do Disney World and all the other major theme parks and the Everglades? We thought of moving to Florida, but I think I'll get bored of the theme parks and move back to good old England pretty soon there after".
I grinned, "We thought about it aswell but some goofy Indian in the Everglades told us like he told all people that consider moving there, that alligators come out of the swaps at night and drag away little babies".
He and Samantha chuckled.
"Yeah he told us the same thing. Don't get too many people moving there after they talked to him," Harry grinned as he lit a cigarette.
Anna's a natural conversationalist, but now she was particularly animated; she'd won them over. Harry invited us for a tour on their sloop to an out-island. We declined, explaining that we'd made reservations for an early dinner at a local calypso club, so Harry offered, "O-kay, what if we make it an evening trip, around 7, 7:30? Think you could make that?"
I was considering it when Anna grabbed my arm and blurted, "Come on, Jack, let's DO it!"
Turning to Harry and Samantha, she smiled and said, "Takes him forever to make changes in plans!"
"Sounds like a great idea", I grinned.
That evening, over dinner, Anna admitted her excitement. I'd noticed her observing Harry's handsome, muscular features at the cabana.
"I think they have more than just a tour in mind. We'll see", she remarked.
We skipped the floorshow, donned our swim suits in the hotel room, and walked down to the harbour where Harry's 40-foot boat bobbed amid a line of boats at the unpainted docks.
Samantha was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping and squawking around her. Harry looked up from his blue canvas deck chair and acknowledged, "Argh me matey, Yar right on time."
He cast off as soon as we'd climbed aboard.
The Atlantic was now red beneath the setting sun. I noticed Anna and Harry stealing glances at each other every now and then, until finally, they were openly staring. When she turned away, Harry gazed at her long legs and full, half-exposed breasts thrusting out beneath the one-piece black suit, completely bare on the sides except for four thin black ribbons on each side securing the front and back.
By the time Harry cut the engines, a half mile from the island, stars were blinking like diamonds on black velvet. This close to the island, the five- foot waves we'd ploughed through most of the way had calmed. The waters' crests, silver beneath the moonlight, softly slapped against the hull. The sloop rocked gently as Sam and Anna clambered up the galley stairs to the deck. Harry anchored as we stared at the scene off the bow. Beneath the puffs of gleaming clouds, the island seemed to float on the midnight-blue waters.
Sam stood on her toes, stretching her arms, as she said, "This breeze is wonderful!"
She casually reached to unhook the top to her black and white striped bikini; that isn't unusual for boaters when the sun's up, but this was night.
Anna smiled as if to say, "I told you so".
I stared at Sam's breasts, firmed by exercise. Her legs were as long and well-formed as Anna's. She stretched again, her long black hair blowing in the soft warm gusts. Outlined by the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess.
So Anna slipped out of her suit.
She stood nude alongside Samantha, who turned to evaluate the similarity of their figures.
"You're beautiful," she told Anna, staring down at Anna's shaved mound.
The similarity between Sam, the half-nude Asian, and Anna, the tanned nude brunette, was stunning.
Harry's engorged manhood had been evident even before then.
But now, appraising them, he smiled, turning to me as he whispered, "Is she Bi? or a swinger? You see, Sam is and she's a 'watcher,' and if you are, we're interested," then, he added, as if I might misunderstand, "I mean I'm straight, not gay."
