“You’re gonna love it,” I promised.
Inside the shop, a woman with tanned, leathered skin handed me a receipt to take outside to the beach in exchange for my credit card. Kat was still whining that she wasn’t ready. “There are sharks out there,” she moaned.
I gripped her hand, ignored her excuses, and guided her to the tiki hut where a man waited to set us up. “Wet suits?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I said, handing him the receipt.
Kat looked adorable in her pink wet suit. It was so tight it clung to her hourglass-shaped body. “We may need to keep that,” I said, considering cutting a few holes in it, of course. She blushed, obviously on the same track.
The man gave us a quick overview of how to operate the jet skis. Kat listened carefully, asking him to repeat himself on various occasions. “You’ve never done this?” I asked, surprised by how little risk she’d taken in her life.
“No,” she replied, her tone quick and nervous.
We started out slow, Kat not willing to accelerate enough to get over the waves that banged against the shore. “You have to gun it,” I shouted, blasting over one of the larger waves.
It was obvious her fear was taking over. I didn’t think she was going to be able to make it past the breaking waves. “I’m coming,” I shouted, turning my jet ski around to call it a day. I didn’t want to push. If she was scared, she was scared.
Her jet ski turned toward me and suddenly moved forward with a wild intention. Holy shit, girl, you did it! I was shocked as she blasted over the wave and made her way to me. “How’d that feel?” I asked.
“Fucking amazing!” Her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree.
The waves were still slapping, nipping at our feet. “Come on, let’s take a cruise,” I said, turning and taking off toward the depths of the ocean without waiting for her to refuse.
Looking over my shoulder, she kept up, and soon was beside me. The faster I went, the faster she went. I dove the nose of the jet ski into the water, accelerating hard to sink it and me into the waves. As I popped up, Kat was squealing with delight. “You try it,” I teased, knowing the response before her head even began shaking with a hard no.
“What about this?” I asked, turning the jet ski around to get a head start. I circled it around, spun fast past her, and then made my way back toward the large wave forming. As soon as the nose touched the wave, I lifted up hard, pushing the jet ski high into the air. I pulled back, flipping myself before landing back on the water. Kat was speechless at first, staring at me with a strange look in her eye. Was she pissed?
“Nothing scares you, does it?” she asked as I pulled up beside her.
“Nope,” I lied. She scared me.
Finally, a smile. My heart calmed as her eyes softened on mine. I didn’t want her to think I was just an adrenaline junkie like the tabloids and the Mets said.
She looked up at the sky. “It’s getting dark.”
I nodded, turned my jet ski around, and headed for the shore with her beside me. I didn’t speed up once. I wanted this moment to last.
“You two looked like you were having fun out there,” the man at the stand said.
I watched Kat smile, nod, and then blush a little as I gave her a wink. My eyes followed her as she stepped into a small hut to change and dry off. “You hungry?” I asked when we were both back in our clothes, motioning to the pizza place across the street.
“Starving,” she agreed.
I took her hand, we ran across the street, and ordered the largest pepperoni pizza they had. “Let’s eat on the beach,” she said. Wow.
“That sounds like a fabulous idea,” I agreed and ordered a six pack of beer to go with our meal.
The sand was still warm from the blistering sun that day, even though it was long gone. We found a place under a large palm tree, away from any businesses, locals, or tourists. I wanted to say so much, but I didn’t know how, or even what. Her eyes pierced through my soul as she gripped a large slice of the pie and folded it before bringing it to her beautiful red lips.
“Are you going to watch me eat?” she asked, ripping off a bite after she spoke.
I laughed. I could watch her eat. I could just watch her forever.
I reached into the box, pulled my own slice out, and folded it the way she had. She smiled, grabbed two beers, handed me one, and then sipped on hers to wash down her food.
“I haven’t liked not seeing you this last week,” I finally said.
Our eyes locked, and for a second, I thought she would lean in and kiss me. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing over my shoulder. I turned, squinted my eyes to see the dark shadow resting on the shore.
She was already up and heading in that direction by the time I made out a turtle. “It’s trapped,” she said as I finally caught up with her.
It was huge, not just large, but huge. Holy fuck. She’d asked if I was afraid of anything. Well, I was a little intimidated by this guy’s pointed, sharp mouth. “You have to help him,” she cried.
I reached down to grip the plastic that had entangled around his flippers. He snapped, and I pulled back, looking for another angle. Kat cried again, “Please, help him.”
Shit. I reached back down, quickly grabbing the plastic in both hands. I gave a quick tug, snapped it, and the big guy settled down, letting me work. It was as if he knew we were trying to help him.
Kat snapped picture after picture as I worked, freeing the plastic and fishing line digging tightly into his skin. I talked to him, telling him it would be okay, and he lifted his head, gazing at me with his ancient eyes.
When he was finally free, I stroked a thumb down his head. He bowed, as if he were saying thanks before heading back into the water and disappearing into the dark depths.
Kat’s arms wrapped around my neck, her lips pressing against my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered, her breath warm against my cheek. I turned my head and found her lips with mine, connecting us the way we both wanted. If this was my reward, I’d free a snapping sea turtle every day of my life.
My cock shifted, coming alive from her touch, my breathing speeding up, my heart racing. I needed her, now. I walked her toward the secluded spot in the sand where we had eaten with my arms wrapped tightly around her waist. My lips continued to deliver small kisses to her flesh as I lowered her to the soft sand. Her body melted into mine, her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed as I unfastened her shorts. My hands slid to her hips, gripping the denim that clung to her body and pulled it away without any resistance from her.
“No panties?” I asked with a chuckle, delighted at the sight of her pink flesh. I dove in, pushing my tongue deep between her folds, tasting her again.