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In the lobby, Vanessa stops and turns toward me. "Think I'll go for a walk along the beach. See you later."
I grasp her arm when she starts to walk away. "I could go with you. Walking is more fun with a friend."
With a friend who wants to fuck you.That's the part I left out.
She gives me another tight smile. "I'd like to be alone for a while."
"Uh, sure. I get it." What else can I say? I'll sound like a dick if I push to go with her.
I watch her walk out the door and head across the big patio.
Once she has disappeared into the woods, I struggle with my conscience for about ten seconds. Then I hurry outside and trot down the path until I can see Vanessa up ahead. Then I slow down to a normal pace. Don't want her to catch me following. I feel like I've turned into a lecherous twenty-five-year-old, stalking the girl I desperately want to sleep with. I keep Vanessa in sight, just far enough away that I can reasonably claim I'm not stalking her if anyone should ask.
Right. Because people so often ask a naked man if he's stalking his ex-wife.
On this island, I doubt anyone would notice. Everyone's naked here.
I halt at the edge of the beach. Vanessa is wandering down the shore, wearing only the little purse-like thing that holds her phone and drapes crosswise over her chest, as well as a pair of sunglasses. Her hair glistens in the sunshine, and a slight smile curves her lips as if she's completely contented. When she disappears behind a stand of mangrove trees, I go through the woods to trail after her, remaining close to the shore but far enough away that I won't disturb her. She finds a nice stretch of beach beyond the mangroves and stops to admire the scenery. Her smile stretches a bit wider, forming sweet little dimples in her cheeks.
And I get a lump in my throat. She's perfect, and I was an idiot to leave her.
Vanessa removes her phone from her purse and sets it on the ground. Then she seems to remember something and kneels to grab a small bottle out of the purse. I recognize that bottle. I've seen ones exactly like it in the terracotta bowls at the resort, so I know they hold sunscreen.
While she flicks the bottle's cap up and squeezes white cream onto her palm, I move closer and sidle up to a palm tree. She casually spreads the sunscreen over her shoulders, arms, and chest, then bends over to treat her legs. She spreads the cream over her face and neck too, but when she tries to cover her back, she can't quite reach all of it. Being a teacher, though, she figures out a way around that problem. She picks up a palm leaf that had fallen onto the sand, then uses it to finish covering her back.
Her smarts had always turned me on. Today is no different. My dick starts to firm up. But when she saunters out into the gentle swells and turns in a circle with her eyes shut and that smile still on her lips, my dick doesn't need to firm up anymore. I'm hard now. Hard and ready for action.
Vanessa dives into the deeper water. She swims a little ways out and then flips onto her back to float and let the swells push her gradually toward the shore. Her tits capture my attention. I want to race out there and join her among the swells, but I can't move. The vision of her has transfixed me.
I've never been a poet, but watching my ex-wife frolicking in the ocean might turn me into one. I've never actually used the word frolic before, not even in my own thoughts. Her sex appeal is melting my brain.
While I've been fixated on her tits, she floated closer to the shore. Now, she stands up and lowers her body under the water until even her head disappears from view. Then, she erupts out of the swells and stands there while she brushes her soaked hair away from her face and shoulders. She squeezes the excess out of her hair as she ambles back onto the shore.
Vanessa wet and shimmering, hips swaying, tits swinging... It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
She ambles over to a palm tree a little ways from the one I'm hiding behind and leans back against it. I creep closer, walking carefully so my footfalls won't disturb her. She closes her eyes. The serenity in her expression gives me a different kind of sensation that has nothing to do with lust. I've never seen her look this way before. I wish I'd been the one to give her that feeling, but I can't change the past.
I come up behind the tree that she's leaning against. "Enjoying the tropical sunshine?"
She jumps and whirls around to frown at me. "What are you doing, Craig? You scared the hell out of me."
"If I scared the hell out of you, that means all that's left is heaven."
Her forehead wrinkles. "Are you drunk?"
"No." I walk out from behind the tree. "Let's make love, Nessa."
"Excuse me? You can't blurt that out like it's a given that I want you."
"You liked it when we kissed yesterday. Loved it, I'd say."
She sets her hands on her hips. "That was a whim. It doesn't mean I want you back."
"But you want me." I move closer and gaze into her beautiful eyes. "You came to a naughty nudist resort. That means you want to get naughty, so let's do it together. No strings."
"That would be much too complicated. We have history, not all of it good."
I lay my palms on her upper arms and glide them up and down slowly, rewarded by the way her breathing grows more labored. "I'm talking about sex, Nessa. Hot, breathtaking sex. I know you want me, and I sure as hell want you."
