The first year of our retirement was an absolute whirlwind. We gallivanted across the globe, from the stunning landscapes of New Zealand to the majestic wonders of the western National Parks. When we weren't traversing the world, we found ourselves knee-deep in projects around the house. Replacing the siding, giving it a fresh coat of paint, building the dock to accommodate the neighbor's boat. And let's not forget about planning our son's wedding, and celebrating the arrival of our adorable grandson.
So naturally, when Kim mentioned the idea of going to the Bahamas on our boat, I couldn't help but fantasize about endless hours on the open ocean with my dear wife, Kim, wearing nothing but a mischievous grin and a stylish hat. "Why not?" I spoke. We made all the necessary arrangements, found delightful places to stay, and got that boat of ours shipshape for our 20-day adventure. Kim took charge of planning the scrumptious meals, while I busied myself with installing an autopilot and upgrading our navigation charts. And of course, I couldn't forget to give my faithful fishing rods a good cleaning and repair.
On the night before our grand departure, Kim was already a step ahead, eagerly packing up all the delicious treats we would be feasting on during our voyage. Meanwhile, I loaded the boat with an assortment of fishing gear and all the other odds and ends I deemed essential. The only thing left to do was pack our clothes. "Tim, could you come up here for a minute? I've laid out some outfits for you to consider," Kim called out sweetly.
I scampered upstairs, excited to see what Kim had in mind. That's when I caught sight of the bathing suits, she had chosen for herself. They were... well, let's just say they were more suitable for my dear old mother than my lovely wife. These modest bathing suits left everything to the imagination, covering everything from her hips to her neck. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as I questioned, "Are you really going to wear those?"
Kim replied, "Well, they do wonders in covering up any trouble spots, preventing excessive sun exposure, and sparing innocent onlookers from catching an accidental glimpse of me in the buff."
"But my love, there won't be anyone else around for miles! And even if there were, they don't know you, and we'll never see them again," I argued, trying to reassure her.
"I know, but you see, I'm feeling a little self-conscious about these extra pounds I've put on lately," Kim confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
I couldn't help but pull her close and plant a sweet kiss on her forehead. "Darling, you still look stunning to me, and that's all that matters," I whispered gently.
A shy smile graced her lips as she replied, "Oh, you're so sweet, but I have to face the facts, I can't even see my feet when I look down over my belly."
Chuckling playfully, I wrapped my arms around her waist. "I know how you feel. I can barely see my penis when I'm taking a leak. You still look great to me."
Her laughter tinkled like music in the air as she hugged me back. "You always know how to make me feel better, don't you? Thank you, and you look great too, now I must finish packing." She then left the room.
Secretly, I packed a daring bathing suit for her, it was a sheer white one piece, with a completely open back. The panty liner had been removed for maximum effect. Best of all it would become transparent when wet. I packed the rest of my clothes and some of our favorite play toys.
Kim walked into the room, "Looks like we're all set for tomorrow morning at 5:30," Kim said.
"Yes, it does, we should probably go over everything one last time, then go to bed early, it's going to be a long day."
The next morning, we got up at 4:00 AM, loaded the boat, and headed out.
As we cleared the inlet, I saw that the waves were minor, I looked over to Kim." We should make really good time today; the ocean is a lot calmer than forecasted."
"That's great, I wasn't looking forward to getting bounced around anyways."
I set the autopilot, accelerated the boat, and off into the blue ocean we went. The sea remained calm, and we were making good time. Kim sat in a bean bag in the back wearing her modest suit, reading a book, and working on her tan. I would check on her from time to time.
"Since we're out here all by ourselves, why don't you pull your top down and get some sun on your breasts?" I asked.
"No, I don't want to take a chance of getting sunburned."
I just left it alone and went back to driving the boat. Being on the open ocean for hours at a time, it was easy to get lost in thought. I started to think about how our lives had changed. Like most retirees, we had gained some extra weight, slowed down, and our sex life had dwindled to once a month if I was lucky. It was rare that we both would achieve an orgasm. I am sure, some of the medications we were on didn't help with our libido either. To make ourselves feel better we told ourselves It's about the journey, not the destination.
I had to put my thoughts aside, off in the distance I could see land coming towards us. I navigated into the harbor and was directed to the customs office. We arrived in under three hours, took care of customs, checked in to the hotel, and found our room. Once in our room, we unpacked. "What would you like to do this afternoon?" I asked.
"I want to hang out by the pool for a little while."
"Sounds like a great idea, the sea can be grueling on our bodies."
I opened my bag and got out a pair of baggies. Kim opened her luggage and pulled out one of her old granny bathing suits.
"You're not really going to wear that, are you?"
"Well Tim, I feel comfortable in this."
"Alright then," I responded, sensing the storm that would ensue if I pressed on with the argument. It was clear that diplomacy was the way to go. So, with my beautifully honed instinct for self-preservation, I decided to let it slide and redirected our attention to more enjoyable things. Grabbing the room keys, we headed off for the pool.
I wasn't sure where the pool was located, so when we stepped out of the building, I saw one of the cleaning staff, "Excuse me, Miss, where's the swimming pool?" I asked.
The black woman turned around to face me. She was older and neatly dressed. I noticed her name, Esmeralda, printed on her tag. But what really drew my attention was her eyes, her left eye was typical of most black women, brown. But her right eye was very blue.
"Jus paas buiding C den tun lef yu will si ahead." She replied.
"Thank you, have a good day."
"An yu tuh," she replied.
As we walked away. Did you understand what she said?" Kim asked.
" It was hard to figure it out through her absent, but I believe she said, Just passed building C, turn left you will see ahead."
"I would have never figured that out."
We follow her directions and found the pool just as the woman said, and found some lounge chairs. The remainder of the afternoon was a delightful blend of relaxation and indulgence. We lounged by the sparkling pool, basking under the warm sun while sipping on our pina coladas. The sweet concoctions seemed to have a magical effect, casting a blissful haze upon us both. By around 5:00, as the shadows grew longer, I glanced over at Kim with a mischievous grin on my lips.
