After lunch, we got back on the sailboat to go to the other side of the island where we would be snorkeling. The water was even more clear over there—crystal blue and beautiful. I had gone snorkeling here the first time I came to the island and knew that my family would love it.
I watched Jenna while we were sailing, free to keep my eyes on her while my family wasn’t looking. She looked beautiful with the slight wind in her hair, the sun on her golden skin, lighting up her eyes. I hadn’t been able to resist touching her at dinner, though I had known I was taking a huge risk. It had been worth it to make her come, knowing that she needed to moan, needed to move but couldn’t.
When we got to the other side of the island, we tied the boat up. I helped Jenna climb out, taking her hand, and even in that brief moment I felt the connection, hot and potent between us. She met my eye while she stepped out of the boat, giving me a small smile as we made our way down the dock toward the small kiosk where we’d rent the snorkeling gear. It was a small building, un-airconditioned with wide open windows and a girl who worked there in her bikini, lazily reading a book until someone walked up.
“Hi,” I said to her brightly. “We need equipment for five.”
The girl gave him a bored look. “Know what you’re doing?”
He nodded. She gestured behind her.
“There’s stuff hanging on the wall right now. You’re required by law to wear the snorkeling vest but”—she waved it off—“just do your best. Let me know if y’all need anything.”
“Thanks,” I said to her, and we all made our way to the back of the building. I picked out my gear, first, my eyes on Jenna. She looked confused as she looked at the wall, and when I was finished I started pulling thing off and handing them to her.
“What do I do with these?” she asked, her arms full of the snorkeling equipment. I pulled her over to the side, just so that my family was out of hearing range.
“That bikini,” I said. It had been driving me crazy all day. I dared to trace her bikini line, my finger slipping just below the fabric. She was staring at me with heat and disbelief in her eyes.
“Travis,” she said in a quiet voice. “You’re—”
“Turn around,” I said, making a spin gesture with my finger. She gave me a little shake of her head but did as I asked, allowing me a glimpse of the way her bikini bottom showed just a little bit of her round, cute ass. I looked over her shoulder to see that my family was helping each other, that none of them were paying attention as I palmed her ass in my hands and stroking the skin outside of her bikini with my thumbs. She trembled, trying to turn away from me, but I rubbed my hand up her back and picked up the snorkeling vest. I draped it over her shoulders, then allowed her to turn around. Her lips were slightly parted and I could tell she was aching to be kissed as I was, but I only held her eye as I started fastening the straps in front of her, my knuckles brushing over the bare skin between her breasts.
“I hate you,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. I winked at her before we put on our masks and followed my family to the water. Even through the goggles, I could see her eyes on mine, see how turned on she was by my simple touches. I loved the fact that her body was so responsive to my touch. I loved how easy it was to make her come, and wondered if there was a way to do it here in private so that I wouldn’t have to wait. I glanced over at Casey, who had her back to us, and leaned in to place a soft kiss against the back of Jenna’s neck, tasting her skin. She gave a soft sigh as I pulled apart from her, and shot me a look as I started to follow the rest of my family down to the beach. It was private, with nobody else there, and we had full run of the area where it was okay to go into the water.
“You ready for this?” I asked Jenna, coming up behind her while she hesitated at the edge of the water.
“I think so,” she said. I grinned at her, lifted her up in my arms and started splashing into deeper water. I let her go so that she could float on the top. We adjusted our snorkels and dipped our faces under water. It was bright and beautiful under there, with vivid pink coral and multi-colored fishes swimming close enough to reach out and touch. Through the clear water, I could see the look of wonder in Jenna’s eyes as she saw all there was to see. I swam close to her while everybody was underwater, stood up and stroked her spine with my hand. When Casey stood up, I quickly pretended that I was adjusting Jenna’s vest. Casey stared at us both for a moment with something that might have been suspicion on her face, but it was gone so quickly that I imagined it must be paranoia.
After we snorkeled, we decided to spend the rest of the day at the beach together. We set up our chairs under an umbrella in the sand, just a few feet off the shoreline. Casey and Jenna wanted to go swimming, so I just watched appreciatively as Jenna took off her snorkeling equipment to bare herself in that bikini. I felt my eyes trail over her. I hadn’t gotten to touch all the places I’d wanted to last night when I was in bed with her, but tonight would be different. Tonight, I was going to explore her body thoroughly.
My parents were talking in their chairs as the three of us sat on the beach, drying off in the warm wind. My eyes were on Jenna, though—I felt safe staring at her while she was in the ocean, thinking that there was no way anybody would be able to truly pinpoint where my eyes were lingering. I saw the way she floated, riding the waves, splashing happily with Casey as they played in the water. Just watching Jenna and the way she moved turned me on, knowing what her body was capable of. I met her eye as she came out of the water, dripping wet, her hair clinging to her shoulders as she sat down in her chair. She pulled it out into the sun and lay there on her stomach, letting the glow warm her back. I was reminded of the first time that I had seen her when I’d come back from this trip—how stricken I had been by her beauty after all those years. I felt the same way, now, especially when she rolled over and there was a look of contentment on her face, one that I knew I had helped bring to her in a time of her life that was unusually stressful.
A couple of hours passed and everybody but me had fallen asleep. I walked along the beach for a few moments, thinking for once on this trip about work and how much I had to do. So far, I had been distracted by Jenna—I hadn’t even thought of work. That was new for me. Work had been everything to me since I had started my business, but seeing Jenna again put an urgency in me that convinced me there were more important, sexy things to think about while I was on vacation. I didn’t want to think about what would happen after it ended and Jenna and I went our separate ways—my plan was to enjoy the trip and figure out later what the future would be, although I was certain at this point that I wanted my future to include Jenna.
Later, after everyone had woken and we’d packed up, we went back to the sailboat and got ready to go home. The wind had shifted, and it was a little harder getting us turned around in the direction we needed to be going, but I managed to get us there after about an hour. By that time, everyone was hungry again, tired from the sun. But Jenna was looking at me, her face alert, her body obviously still on edge. She bit her lip when she glanced at me and then quickly looked away, following my family inside for dinner.