Matt and Megan had finished breakfast and decided to go for a morning swim. They checked out the snorkeling gear and listening to a quick safety briefing, they headed for the beach. The Caribbean waters were crystal clear, so much so that even from several hundred feet in the air one could see the sea floor. The couple donned their masks and began their snorkeling. They headed for a nearby reef and were rewarded with a variety of colorful coral and fish. They were even lucky enough to see an unlucky crab get devoured by an octopus.
"Even octopi need breakfast," Matt thought to himself.
After a half hour or so they exited the crystal clear waters and headed back up towards the resort. As they neared the main pool, Matt remembered something.
"I want to check the activities for today," he told Megan. "I think there's some historical tour or something."
"Ok," Megan said. "I'll get us chairs by the main pool. Want anything to drink?"
"Juice. You know what I like."
Matt walked toward the main lobby where the daily events and activities were posted. Megan found two empty chairs and put their stuff down. A butler walked over and asked if she wanted anything to drink.
"Pineapple juice and a diet Coke please," she said.
The butler walked away to fetch the drinks. Megan pulled the straps of her royal blue tankini down and tucked them under her arms. If she was going to tan she certainly didn't want tan lines. She laid back and began to relax, warming herself under the hot Caribbean sun.
"Is this seat taken?"
Megan turned to see a pretty young woman standing next to her. She stood about 5'5", had long straight dirty-blond hair just past her shoulders, and piercing emerald eyes. Megan judged her perky breasts to be about a 34C. She was wearing a one-piece teal halter top swimsuit that was very low cut, has a lace-up front, and was tied in a neat bow behind her neck. The woman was eyeing the seat to Megan's right.
"Nope," Megan said. "It's yours if you want it."
"Thanks," the young woman said.
The butler reappeared with the drinks and handed them to Megan.
"Something for you miss?" he asked.
"Pina colada," she replied.
The butler disappeared again.
"It's five o'clock somewhere," she smiled. "I'm Danielle, by the way."
"Megan. My husband Matt is around here somewhere. He went to check the daily activities. Something about a historical tour."
"I heard my name," Matt said, returning and taking a seat. "There is a historical tour of the island today. It leaves in about an hour. I'll be gone during lunch."
"Are they providing food?" Megan asked.
"We're stopping someplace local."
Matt took a long drink of his juice. It was cold and refreshing.
"You have fun, then," Megan said. "I'm going to relax and catch some sun."
"Who's your friend?" Matt smirked.
"This is Danielle. Danielle, my husband Matt."
"Nice to meet you," Matt said.
"Same here," Danielle replied.
Matt finished his drink and placed the glass back on the small table next to the chair.
"I have to go get ready. Have fun with your tan."
"Have fun on your tour, nerd," Megan teased.
Matt leaned over and kissed Megan, then walked back towards their room. The butler returned with Danielle's drink. Danielle took a long drink and set her glass down on the table.
