"Boy this is the life," Marca mumbled out loud while slathering her naked body with a generous helping of sunscreen! After being cooped up in the city for weeks this past year, she just had to get away. The photographer she had just worked for said she could use his cottage that he had on a small hidden island in the West Indies right in the middle of the BVI's.
To get to this small island she had to take American Airlines to Port Rica and than a short flight to the BVI capitol Roadtown and than a boat with all her supplies for the few days she was to be here. She had put her things up in the small one bedroom wooded cottage three days ago and had as yet not seen another single solitary soul, which was just fine with her.
As rest and relaxation was just what the doctor had ordered! She had spent the first three days on the beach in a hammock and after the first day she had gone topless and today she just didn't put a damn thing on. While her portable radio oozed out some cool jazz on the hot day, her mind began to float as she slipped in a state of semi consciousness, drifting away on the clouds floating through her mind. She had fallen off to sleep and was coming around just as the last rays of sunlight were ending. So she was quite unaware when a stranger walked into her beach area and stood silently beside and over her!
In her groggy state she didn't quite no why, but Marca got the sense that something was amiss, and after slowly opening her eyes, she was stunned and terrified to find that a tall thin old man was standing not more than five feet from her! Since all of her clothing was inside the cottage she had nothing to cover her body with, and in a display of modesty she covered her firm 40DD breasts with her arms. At the same time trying to cross her legs so as to cover her clean shaved pussy and in a very shaky voice stammered, "W-who are you and what do you want?"
"The name's Henderson, Ben Henderson," he replied with a broad smile, "I just noticed your cottage and decided to come over and introduce my self!"
"Where did you come from," she asked nervously? "Right over there on the other end of the cove," he explained, "I have that 40 foot sail boat and going to drop anchor here for a few days and happened to notice your place!" "What are you doing here," she asked, but now a little less afraid than a few seconds ago did? "Oh, I just thought I'd try a little fishing and maybe some swimming," he replied, "oh well, I just wanted to say hi, I'll see yea," and then he turned around and walked back to his boat!"
Marca sat upright and watched Mr. Ben Henderson walk away, and while she was a little bit miffed that he'd barge in on her like that. He seemed like a pleasant enough old fart, and since he didn't seem to be any kind of threat, he look like he was late 60's maybe 70, she lay back down and went to back to sleep!
She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally awakened, but one thing that was evident was the savory inviting aroma of freshly frying fish! She got to her feet and slipped quietly into the sea for a quick dip, and went to the cabin to wash her hair and clean the face, got to keep up that cover girl look.
After putting on some makeup and putting on some shorts and a tank top, she went out to watch the stars and take in the night sky. A campfire was going down toward that cove where the old guy came from so she wandered over to Ben's camp to see just how many of those fish he caught!
"Hi Mr. Henderson," she said brightly while coming up behind him, "how goes it?"