He poured the coffee. It was thick, black and Brazilian, smiling, he reflected that so was he! Turning he grinned at his wife, Lucia. She winked as her strong, even teeth bit into the slice of melon she'd just peeled.
"Jose! Good morning, Baby," she rolled the fruit into her cheek, "After you have breakfast could you fix that damned gate? It's been halfway off its hinges for two weeks now." He turned and looked out the window. Sure enough, the gate in question was dragging in the sand, obviously in need of repair.
"Yeah my sexy mama, I'll fix that up today. Don't worry about it anymore." He took a sip of coffee. "What time do you think ole Doc James will shut down the office today?" he put his cup down and pulled her to him, "I've got something else that's hangin' and in need of attention!" Jose bumped his semi-hard cock against her slightly rounded tummy.
Lucia chuckled and reached inside his bathrobe, "You'll have to wait to have that anaconda laid to rest," she inhaled between her teeth when her touch met his sparse and kinky pubes. She grasped him in her fingers and ran her hand out to the tip of his growing hardon, "Damn, Baby! I gotta get goin' or I'll be late!"
She reached up and gave Jose a loving kiss before she pushed off him and grabbed her purse. As she pulled the door closed, she paused, "I'll be home after four o'clock, Baby. I'll call you if I'm gonna work overtime!"
He picked up his coffee and chose a bit of the melon to take out onto the patio. He looked out over the bay and breathed deeply. It was probably going to rain this afternoon. The clouds were building in the north. He finished his food and leaving his cup on the railing he went through the broken gate to the shore.
Jose flexed inside his light, linen bathrobe and untied the sash, it fell to the ground revealing his fine physique and smooth, dark skin. He strode into the calm water, nude, ready for his morning swim. The water refreshed him. After about 20 minutes, he swam towards shore. He stood in chest-deep water and looked up at his house.
"Now who is that?" he wondered as he watched a form in a flowered sundress shake out a blanket. She was just outside his property line but he was sure he could get her to go settle elsewhere. The last thing he wanted was to have a party of strangers picnicking, virtually on his doorstep, especially while he was fixing that bloody gate.
He swam shoreward until he could comfortable wade in. Only stopping long enough to scoop up the robe and dry his face on it. He moved up the beach as he pulled on his robe. He was just tying the belt when he stopped at the edge of the woman's blanket. She was a petite brunette, with long straight hair and looked up into his face and winsomely smiled as she straightened.
Warily, studying her eyes, Jose leaned forward, "And who might you be?" he puzzled.
She tipped her head and gazed at him. She opened her mouth and spoke some words in a language he didn't understand. Her words were riddled with endings of "-iski and yankin' off" so Jose surmised she was Russian or eastern European.
"Wonderful," he said, "But... What's your name?" He tried in English.
She gestured expansively at the garden and spun around. She pointed at the yacht far out in the bay and Jose surmised that she was going to be waiting for them to come in. "Suit yourself about waiting, but do it in the park!" he pointed forcefully in the direction of the funny totem he and Lucia had picked up on their honeymoon, "I'm just gonna get my tools to sort out this gate." Jose spun and walked into the house.
Jesus! What was he thinking? As he'd spoke with the beautiful stranger, he'd had the worst time on Earth trying not to stare down into her tanned cleavage. She was in such sharp contrast to Lucia in form and color, a true novelty to look at that he could hardly keep his eyes off her.
He walked to his bedroom and chose a pair of baggy, cotton shorts. He decided to go shirtless since it was cloudy and the humidity was climbing steadily. He went into the pantry and grabbed his tools and a handful of screws.
Jose busied himself with plugging the oversized screw holes and reattaching the hinges, tightly, to the gate. He swung it to and fro a couple of times pleased with his handiwork. He looked up, smiling his accomplishment and almost fell over!
She'd moved silently onto the rock that formed the decorative/eclectic mix of materials that formed his fence. Even more surprising than what she slipped on, was what she'd slipped out of. He glanced to where she'd placed her blanket and saw the piled flowered dress in the middle of it.
