I had just spent the first night of my honeymoon and it was very enjoyable. That's all I'm going to say about it because what happens between husband and wife is private. I'd woken bright and early and eager to start the first day on my married life with my husband by my side.
Unfortunately James seemed to have over-done it the night before and was too pooped to move. There was no way he was waking up, let alone getting up, and I suspected that he was out for another few hours. It wasn't my fault that he over-did things. Well, not really. Let's just say that I was an eager student for what he wanted to teach me.
Anyway, since I was wide awake I decided to get up, shower, and take a stroll around the cottage. We were honeymooning in a very nice hotel on the beach, and had chosen to hire one of the standalone little cabins they had. I could cook there, if I wanted to, or we could eat at the hotel restaurant, or have room service deliver things.
I'd noticed when we arrived that there were extensive gardens, effectively giving each cabin a little privacy. I decided to stroll about and look at the gardens, not going far as I fully intended snuggling back into bed later.
For reasons that I'm sure you can guess I had slept au natural. Also, seeing I intended to return to the bed dressed the same way I didn't see any need to get properly dressed at this stage. Part of my going away stuff was a lovely silk lounging robe. I put that on, tying it closed with the belt provided. I will point out that it wasn't see-through so the fact that I wasn't wearing anything under it wouldn't be obvious, even if someone did happen to see me. I slipped on some sandals and went out to admire the gardens.
There were some fantastic bushes around, all of them seeming to be in full flower. I recognised the waratah but that was the extent of my knowledge. I made a mental note to ask a gardener to identify a couple of the nicer bushes so I could plant them at home.
"Kangaroo paw," said a voice as I was looking over one bush.
Turning I saw that a man had strolled up and was standing nearby, although his attention seemed to be more on me than the bushes.
"I'm Don. I saw you looking and appeared to be wondering what it was," he said with a smile.
"Oh. Thank you. Ah, do you know the rest of them?"
"I do, and a lot more besides. We have bottlebrush, correa, fan flower, and grevillea." He pointed to different plants as he named them.
"I'll never remember those names," I griped and he laughed.
"They can take a bit of learning. If you ask at reception they have a brochure on the gardens and the most popular bushes are identified in that."
"Oh. Thank you. I'll have to remember to pick one up."
He was quite a big, solid, man. Not fat, just big. He was tanned and had sun-bleached hair, indicating that he stayed outside a lot. Adding two and two together it added up to one of the gardeners.
"Staying at the hotel?" he asked.
I nodded, jerking my thumb towards the cabin. "Yes. I'm here with my husband for a couple of weeks."
He nodded, still smiling, and still seeming to be looking me over. What I didn't know, that he did, was that lovely silk lounging robe that I was wearing was clinging to my curves like a coat of paint. It didn't need to be see-through to show him everything I had. I wouldn't be surprised if he could tell that I wasn't wearing underwear.
