Paradise

This is part fifteen of the ongoing Friends series. This story in particular can be read independently, but the characters and plot line make more sense if you have read the earlier parts. The series tracks the growth, personally, professionally, and sexually, of a group of friends, all in their mid-twenties. Alan and Lisa are a young married couple. Audrey and Tim were just engaged and are Alan and Lisa's best friends.

If you have been reading this series, this part has much less conflict than the rest of the series. In this story, Alan and Lisa take a planned short trip to St John as recovery time and a birthday present for Lisa. This chapter is told from Lisa's perspective.

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Ahhh. It always feels so good to finally be on the plane after the hustle and anxiety of getting up early, battling crowds at the airport, waiting for your boarding. And now we just get to sit for a few hours for the flight to San Juan. We change to a smaller plane there to fly to St Thomas and then a boat over to St John. As much as I have been looking forward to this trip, I think Alan has been even more. His work has been brutal since shortly before Graham gave him the promotion a couple of months ago.

I am glad I talked Alan into getting us good seats. I have gotten used to them flying for work and I would hate to be back into cattle car land again, like we were the last time we went to St John, for our honeymoon two and a half years ago.

As soon as Alan has our bags stowed in the overhead, he sits down and I reach over and hold his hand. We decided to take this trip when we were recovering from a rough patch our marriage had run into a few months ago. That was the biggest blow up we have had in our five years of living together. With my birthday in three days, it's officially a birthday trip for me.

"Do you mind if I just listen to music and unwind for a while, maybe nap?" Alan asks me.

"Sounds like a good plan for me, too," I reply.

Noise cancelling headphones make air travel so much more tolerable. I pick a nice playlist of show tunes to listen to. I know, show tunes? But I like them and when I am alone, they are good to sing along to. I bet Alan is listening to classic rock, probably on the soft side today.

Alan is out cold by the time the plane is in the air. He is exhausted. He really needs this break, but he insisted on bringing a laptop in case there is an emergency at work. The flight attendant comes by and offers breakfast. I don't wake Alan up, but I have a nice little omelet, a chocolate chip muffin and a fresh fruit cup. And coffee! Mediocre coffee, but it is better than nothing.

The drink service before we get to San Juan finally wakes up Alan. The flight attendant brings him a fruit cup and a muffin from the breakfast he missed.

We have to change planes in San Juan, which is always a nuisance. Fortunately, San Juan isn't a big airport, with only about thirty gates. Our flight arrives a few minutes early, so we have a comfortable time to walk across. After a very short flight to St Thomas, we get a ride with three other couples to the boat dock. By early afternoon, we are in St John. Alan picks up the rental car and I go to the casual restaurant in the resort right at the dock to get a table. I at last had the cute little omelet that the plane fed me, but Alan only had a light snack; we are both ready for a sit down meal.

Our table is on the patio, overlooking the beach. I had forgotten just how beautiful it is down here. No picture I have ever seen can do it justice.

We are finally starting to relax as we enjoy our meal. Alan even allows himself a single beer with the meal -- he explains that he still needs to drive. Feeling nourished and refreshed, we set off in search of our rental villa, stopping at an office in town to pick up the keys. It's hard to get very lost on St John. It's a small island and there just aren't that many roads. Our villa is near the end of one of the little peninsulas southeast of Cruz Bay.

When we get there, it is even nicer than I had expected, located about 50 feet above a small beach. The stairs to that beach will be my workout, I guess. There is a nice pool and a patio just outside the villa with a gorgeous view of the sea. Everything is so lush and green it seems unreal.

Alan is happy with the kitchen and the cookware. And there is a nice grill out by the pool. Alan says he is going to the store to stock the kitchen and bar. I say I will get us settled in while he is gone. I unpack our bags and check out each room and make sure the plumbing and lights all work. And I read the directions the property manager left us.

I take a picture looking out from the villa out towards the sea and send it to Audrey withWish u were here

The patio and pool are calling me, so I change into my new blue bikini. When we decided to take this trip, Audrey helped me buy two new bikinis; this is the tamer of the two. All of my old suits were stodgy one pieces, so this is a big step for me. Alan doesn't know about either of these. I will surprise him with this one today and surprise him with the more risqué red one tomorrow or the day after.

I hear Alan get back and call out that I am out back. "Why don't you get your suit on and join me?" I ask.

"Let me put the groceries away and then I will be out. Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

In a few minutes, he is on the patio wearing swim trunks and a tee, carrying two empty wine glasses and an ice bucket with a bottle of white wine in it. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me lying on the lounge chair.

"Do you like this? Audrey made me buy it when we went shopping last month."

"I absolutely LOVE it. But you better put some sun screen on. Your northern skin is not ready for this Caribbean sun."

"Can you put it on me?" I say, reaching a tube out towards him.

He sets the glasses and the wine on the table and starts to smear lotion over my body. He seems to be particularly concerned that sun might shine through the suit.

"Not sure you really want to put it on my nipples. I bet it doesn't taste very good."

He settles back to focusing on my exposed skin. Once I am covered, I take care of him, getting him to take off his tee so I can get his chest and back.

He then pours us each a glass of wine and we sit, sipping our wine and just relaxing. Really relaxing, like I can't remember doing in years.

"I could get used to this. Maybe we SHOULD just retire and move down here after the IPO," Alan says.

"I know what you mean, but neither of us would stay happy long term just sitting here."

"I could try."

After a few minutes, Alan says, "We have a busy day tomorrow. We have reservations to go horse back riding on the beach at 10:30 in the morning. They feed us lunch right after our ride, still on the beach. Then we have to go to another cove, where we will go kayaking with sea turtles."

"How much stuff did you plan out?"

"Sunday and Monday are free days right now. Tuesday, I have arranged an all day boat ride on a catamaran. There will be two other couples with us. I don't know anything about them. Is there anything you want to do?"

"Why don't we go to the resort Sunday afternoon. We can have a nice lunch and get his and her massages -- I really want you to try one. And I think I want to go out for a big fancy dinner for my birthday on Monday. I love your cooking, but I want you to be with me that night, not slaving over one of your masterpieces."

"I will make all the arrangements. We have a plan."

We sit for a while, just enjoying the sun and the view and the wine and just doing nothing. But I am starting to get hot. Even the late afternoon sun is hot and it is still almost 80 out.

"I'm going to take a dip to cool off."

I step to the edge and dive into the pool. The water is warm but still very refreshing. It's not really a lap pool, but I swim back and forth its length a few times just to stretch out. I spent every summer growing up in the neighborhood pool. Being in the water is almost second nature to me. I never swam competitively, like my sister did, but I got life guard certified as soon as I turned 15. I swim up to the end of the pool nearest Alan and cross my arms on the edge, my boobs resting on top of them.

"Come on in, the water is great. And I think you can stand everywhere in the pool, so you can relax."

Alan is not much of a swimmer. I am pretty sure he could get himself out of the deep part of a real swimming pool if he needed to, but he would rather not push it. His mother is terrified of being in water over her head, which has turned into a moderate discomfort in him.

My peer pressure works and he sits on the edge and slides in.

"It does feel nice in here," he admits.

Once he has relaxed, I dive down and pull down his trunks and push him on his side. He sidesteps to regain his balance and I dive down again and grab the trunks before I swim to the far end of the pool.

"If you want them back, you will have to catch me," I taunt him.

He tries to corner me, but my ability to swim past him repeatedly beats his insistence of walking in the pool. Finally, he manages to get hold of me around the waist.

"You've caught me, now what are you going to do with me?"

He keeps hold of my waist while turning me so I am mostly floating on my stomach. With his free hand he unties each side of my bikini bottom and pulls it off me, tossing the garment onto the chairs.

"I think you have lost rights to those for the night," he says.

He then gives me a good half dozen swats on each cheek of my butt. They do sting, but I kind of asked for this.

"I think the other side needs a little more special punishment," I say, almost pleading.

He sets me up on the edge of the pool, with my legs dangling into the water. This leaves my crotch close to eye level for him as he stands in the pool. Or more importantly, at tongue level. He spreads my legs and starts in on my pussy. I hadn't realized just how horny I was until the first lick. But it sure feels good. I can feel my orgasm on its way and I groan loudly as I climax. Alan eases off nicely to lets me calm down.

"Get up out of there -- I need your cock in me now!"

He comes out, still naked and sits on one of the lounge chairs. Dressed in just my bikini top, I come over to him and, after climbing onto his lap, impale myself on his cock. We start slowly, finding a rhythm that matches the relaxed vibe of the environs. Our slow pace prolongs my build-up; I am in no hurry to finish this. But I can sense Alan is not going to hold out much longer. I bring my hand to bear and manage to almost exactly match his timing; my cunt squeezing his cock as it is pumping me full of his juices.

We sit and hold each other, Alan's cock still deep inside me. This feels like a scene from a romance novel. It is unbelievably sexy and I think we are both deeply feeling our love for each other. The magic of the moment is only broken when his deflated member slides out of my pussy.

"You wanted to move here earlier. I could go for a life like this," I say, "I think is the first time I have ever had sex outside. I certainly hope it's not the last."

"We have four more days here. Back home may be a little more problematic for that," Alan says, "I think I am going to start making dinner."

"What's tonight's menu?"

"I am going to go inside and make a mango salsa, then clean and season the shrimp. I will grill them out here. For your stunt back in the pool, I decry you have to stay bottomless for the night."

"You just want to ogle my pussy since we won't see Audrey this weekend."

"I am certainly guilty of wanting to ogle your pussy. And two more things once I have recovered from round one."

Alan starts up the grill before heading into the kitchen. I take advantage of the last glimmers of the sun as I lay on the chaise, with only my top on. Before long, Alan is bringing out the shrimp to put on the grill. He has pulled his tee shirt back on, a fair precaution around the grill. Once they are sizzling, he heads back in for another load of ingredients for our dinner, turning on a patio light on his way by.

We are soon sitting together at the table, enjoying another delicious Alan meal. Sitting quietly at the table after dinner, we finish our wine while we gaze at each other or out over the sea. A few minutes after we have finished everything, Alan starts to gather up the plates.

"Let me do that," I say, "You just cooked this wonderful dinner."

"You can help cleanup another time, but for now just sit and enjoy."

He carries our dinner dishes and the empty wine bottle back into the kitchen. I hear a blender going in the house, then he comes out carrying a platter. There are two slices of what I am guessing is key lime pie, and two drink glasses filled with an orange colored icy drink.

I look at him quizzically and he says, "Mango daiquiris."

It is getting dark already, but the patio lights give a comfortable lighting to eat by. It is a half moon, which we can see reflecting off the ripples in the sea. The water is so calm tonight. It is stunningly beautiful as we look out.

After a while, Alan gets up and slides his chair over next to mine before picking up the dessert plates and taking them into the kitchen. As he is coming back out, the lights cut off.

"Did we lose power?" I ask.

"No, I just want to enjoy seeing the darkness. Give it a minute, your eyes will adjust."

He is back sitting in his chair next to me, his arm around my shoulders. I lean my head down and rest it on his shoulder. He has brought back a pitcher.

"There is a little daiquiri left if you want any. And we should sit quietly for a few minutes to enjoy the night sounds as well as the sky."

We each have about another half glass of the fruity quaff. And Alan is right. My eyes are adjusting to the lower light level. The moon is getting lower and the milky way is starting to look almost milky with its thick band of stars. Feeling very comfortable from the alcohol, nicely fed, and snuggled up against Alan with this beautiful vista, I am reminded again of being in a romance novel, now the part just before it saysand they live happily ever after.

Alan breaks the silence, saying, "I want to make slow, beautiful love to you. In on the bed, but we will leave the drapes open and the lights off, so we can still see all this while we have each other."

We stand up and his arm is around me as we walk together into the bedroom. We are kissing passionately before we even reach the bed. I pause for a moment to pull his tee over his head before I reach back to untie my own top and pull it over my head. I can now feel his skin against mine as we hug tightly and kiss.

Alan finally directs me onto the bed with my head closest to the window. He spreads my legs and returns to his earlier work with his tongue. I watch the sky out the window; it is a transcendent experience to lie comfortably, staring into the infinity of the starry night sky, as you are pleasured by an expert. And then my orgasm arrives. Not an earth shattering one, but nice and mellow and full of love.

This time, he does not ease off and several minutes later, I am climaxing again, this one much more forceful.

After I recover, I roll him over and climb down him. Now he is the one staring out the window as I kiss and bite his nipples before sliding down further. My mouth shifts to his cock, while my hands continue the stimulation of his chest and nipples. He starts moaning. I have no interest in finishing him this way, but after his earlier orgasm, I trust his staying power and I can give him more pleasure without any risk.

Finally, I relent and crawl up his torso and we are back to kissing, lovingly, passionately.

After loving minutes of kissing, he rolls us over again, now with him lying on me. He lifts himself up on his arms and slides his cock into me, missionary style. He is maintaining a slow, steady rhythm again, much like we had this afternoon outside. Even with this leisurely pace, I start to feel something stirring. He reaches one of his hands down and finds my clit. Soon that murmuring in my loins is charging at a gallop and I am bucking my hips against him, digging my fingers into his back.

After my latest orgasm passes, I roll us back over one more time, now straddling him. I am disappointed when I lose him in the move, but I quickly have his cock back in me. I want to control the pace this time, and damn it, he is going to climax with me. I start rocking my hips back and forth. He has both of his hands on my breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. I have both my hands on this nipples as well. The faster pace is starting to get him close; he is thrusting upwards into me. I take one hand from his nipples to find my clit. Just as I feel him start filling me with his cum, I shriek and my cunt squeezes his cock as tightly as it can. This was my strongest orgasm of the day; I think he had a good one, too.

I collapse onto him and we kiss and hug for maybe as long as a half hour before we decide to actually orient ourselves on the bed the way the bedding intends. I lay against his side with my head on this chest and his hand behind my back.

"I don't remember when I last had a day this good," I say, "Even considering the travel and everything took the first half of the day. I love you so much right now I am overwhelmed by it," I say, tears starting to form.

"I love you, too."

He kisses my forehead and squeezes me tightly. I drift off to sleep filled with such love and joy.

I wake up hearing him clanging in the kitchen. For a moment I forget where I am, then I see the vision of paradise out the window. I hop out of bed and run to give him a big hug.

"I love you so much."

He hands me a cup of coffee.

"And that was before you even gave me coffee."

I look around. He has the kitchen all cleaned from last night's dinner. I see he bought cinnamon rolls yesterday for this morning's breakfast. And, of course, he has lots of mango, along with papaya and what I guess are prickly pears. A very different mixture of fruits than his usual morning fare.

"I love the fruit I can get down here," he says, "Eat up, we have to go in not too long. I was about to wake you up. And while I am enjoying your outfit, you probably want to put something on before we leave."

I get dressed while he cleans up from breakfast. I wear my new sexier red bikini under a pair of shorts and a polo. He did not see me get dressed, but I think he can see enough through the clothes to realize it is not yesterday's dark blue one under there.

We did this same horse back ride on our honeymoon. It's the only time I have ever ridden a horse -- except a pony ride when I was 4 or 5 that I only know about from seeing a picture -- and I am looking forward to doing it again. The horses are really well trained and amazingly tame. I have to say, riding horses with your true love on a beach in paradise is another romance novel trope. But it really is as romantic as the books make it seem.

After we ride for about an hour, they cook us a wonderful meal of fresh fish, fresh fruit and a tropical rum punch. Alan and I both limit ourselves to one drink. They do also have a virgin punch for us to drink.

A second couple is eating with us. I think they are riding after lunch. We don't really talk to each other; I think they are on their honeymoon and, like us, they are more interested in each other in this moment than anyone else.

Alan and I go find the cove for our kayaking. We get there a bit early and the previous group is still out on the water with the guide. We sit on the beach and I take off my shirt and shorts, exposing the bikini I have been wearing. Alan's eyes bug out; it really doesn't leave much to the imagination.

"Too much?"

"No, it's sexy as hell. It just may be embarrassing for me to stand up right now."

"I could show more," I say teasingly.

"Is this getting you excited?" as I slide a tit out from its minimal cover and pinch my nipple.

"Or maybe this is what you are looking for," I say tauntingly, spreading my legs and then sliding the crotch aside to flash him my pussy.

He is suddenly nodding his head strangely and I finally realize that others are arriving. I pull the crotch of my suit back into place, just in time to not flash the new couple. At least I hope I was in time.

They introduce themselves as Robert and Colleen from Houston, on their honeymoon. They look to be the same age as us, give or take a year or two.

Alan introduces us and says we were here two and half years ago for our honeymoon and came down again to recharge and for my birthday.

Alexa and Addie, a lesbian couple from New York City on their first vacation together, are just a minute or two later.

The guide is helping the previous group get their kayaks onto land and then says goodbye to them before coming over. One of the couples stops him to get a picture taken with him.

He comes over to the group of us and introduces himself as Steve. Steve is pretty much a classic hunk; he would have fit in as a life guard on Bay Watch. Audrey would definitely approve. I'm not sure Tim would.

He asks which couple is Alan and Lisa and we raise our hands. Then he checks that the Houston couple and the lesbian couple are also the ones on his list. He asks how many of us have ever kayaked before. One of the lesbians, I think it is Alexa, says she had.

Steve gives us all some basic lessons. He says we are not going into white water or anything, so it is really simple. Alan still wants a life jacket, which Steve gives him. Colleen opts for one as well.

I loved the kayaking. It would be fun to keep doing it when we get back; I know when the weather is good, you can go kayaking on our rivers and lakes. I am just not sure when I could fit it in.

Once offshore, we do see some turtles. I would love to have jumped in with them, but Steve says we have to stay in the kayaks, for both our safety and the turtle's. We kayak over a coral reef, parts of which are not much more than a foot below us. I had heard horrible things about how badly the reefs are doing, but this one, at least, was still beautiful. There are schools of fish so close together that we can't see through them to the reef.

Alan is trying to take as many pictures as he can, including lots of pictures of me in my kayak, and my skimpy bikini.

I am physically tired from the day by the time we get back to our villa. But very contented. This was exactly the kind of thing we both needed. I can't remember if I have ever seen Alan so relaxed.

I sit back on the patio, this time with my sketchbook as I try to draw the view. I am not particularly happy with the results. My drawing thrives on things with clear lines, where I can fill in key details. I either need to draw each individual tree or find a way to represent the tropical vegetation as an entity. I guess this is where I need to start learning to use some abstraction rather than realism. But I am not there yet.

By the time I put down my sketch book, Alan is grilling some chicken breasts. They smell interesting.

"What did you do with that chicken to get it to smell so good?"

"It's a basic lime chicken, with fresh limes, and a jerk rub. I know jerk is from a different part of the Caribbean, but it felt right and they were selling the spice packets at the store. I made a pineapple salsa to serve on it and I just fried plantains for our side. And another dessert I found at the bakery yesterday. And a different cocktail tonight.

Once again, Alan has managed to create a wonderful meal that fits the environs. Instead of wine with dinner tonight, he has made a big pitcher of Pina Colada with fresh coconut milk and fresh pineapple. We also have a bottle of water to make sure we stay hydrated.

He brings out a small coconut flan for desert while we finish his pitcher of Pina Colada.

After dinner and dessert, I clear the table and clean up in the kitchen. When I come back out, Alan is standing in the pool, leaning against the near side, looking back at me. Then I notice his swim trunks are on top of his tee, both on his chair. It takes me a moment to put two and two together; he is nude in the pool.

"Are you going to come in tonight? The water feels good in the evening air. And no need for a swimsuit, there is no one else around."

I first take a minute to go adjust the lighting. I turn the pool's underwater lights on and turn off the patio light.

I have never skinny dipped in my life and this feels delightfully naughty. He ogles me as I take off my bikini. He watches as I dive into the pool. I know he is enjoying the view of me, so I take some laps around the pool using different positions to entertain him. He really likes when I dive down to the bottom of the pool, sticking my ass out of the water as I turn from upright to upside down.

I float by on my back and swim away from him in a sidestroke and a scissor kick. My next pass, I swim away in breast stroke, again with a scissor kick. He does like the scissor kick; it flashes my pussy to him with each kick.

When I get back to his end this time, I stand against him and we kiss for a while. Then I take a big breath and go down and give him as much of an underwater blow job as my breath allows. I come up and kiss again and then a big breath and more oral. One more big breath and he is emptying himself into my mouth.

We kiss and snuggle in the pool for a while longer. But as romantic as it sounds, pools are terrible places for sex; the water continually washes away a woman's natural lubrication, making the penetration uncomfortable at best. So we climb out of the pool and head back to the bedroom.

He is not ready to fuck me yet after his release in the pool. He starts by slowly bringing me my first orgasm of the night with his tongue.

Once I have calmed down, he says he just needs a little help to be ready for his round two, so I give him a little oral stimulation to get him back to fully erect. He pushes me around to all fours and enters me from behind. This is not a slow and easy fuck like last night. He is forcefully driving in and out of me. When I think he is getting close, I reach into my clit; soon I am having my second orgasm.

But he doesn't cum. He pulls out of me and slaps each cheek of my ass. Then he drives in and out of me again several times. He repeats the spanking, before plunging back into me. He pulls out and spanks me a third time, but after these swats, he enters a new hole. I was not expecting this, but it is not unwelcome. He last fucked my ass two weeks ago when we made our second sex tape of the summer.

He enters me slowly, allowing me to adjust to this latest sensation. With the alcohol helping relax all of me, it does not take as long as usual before he is deep inside me. By the time he is pumping hard in and out of me, he is also aggressively groping my big boobs and pinching my nipples. I am sure he is not going to last long this time. I think about reaching my hand down, but a powerful climax takes me before I even manage. I am screaming into the night as the orgasm washes over me. Alan is soon growling as he pumps me full of his cum.

After a moment of post-orgasmic bliss, he slides out of me and we collapse together on the bed. This was not the overwhelming love of last night's session, but it sure felt good.

I curl around him from behind as we fall asleep, my breasts pinned against his back. He really likes the feel of this position. I am still curled around him in the morning when he gets up for his shower. I roll out of bed before he is done and squeeze into the shower past him. I miss our large shower at home. We hug and kiss for a while and then I kneel down and take him in my mouth. I pull off just before he cums, spraying white streaks over the top of my tits, I kiss him and hug him as he gets out of the shower. Only then do I wash the cum off me, along with my usual cleaning.

"We have 12:30 lunch reservations and then 2:00 for our massages, what would you like to do for the morning?" Alan asks as I get out of the shower.

"We should try to see if we can get down to the beach below us. I think it's private to us with a stairway down."

"I will pull together a light breakfast and then we can head down. It looks like your shoulders may have gotten a little too much sun yesterday."


"I don't think I got enough lotion on after I took my shirt off for kayaking. It's a little tender, but not too bad."

"Maybe the spa can rub some aloe in it or something. Like whatever they did to your skin at the spa last weekend that made your skin feel so nice."

"You did notice! I didn't think you had. Thinking of things unnoticed, can I ask you a question? I don't want you to take this wrong, but Audrey and Tim just had this conversation and I wanted to as well."

"Why do I feel like I am about to get in trouble? But okay, fire away."

"Don't take this as criticism, because I really love the way you fuck me, You certainly have made me feel amazingly good the last two nights, in two very different ways. But I have one thing I would like you to try to do more often. When you are in me and you think you are about to cum, can you reach down to my clit some of the time, instead of making me do it. It's usually feels much nicer when you do it for me. You know how much I like to be taken care of. Audrey asked Tim to start doing this and it has made a big difference to her. It wouldn't have worked last night, both for that position and for that moment. But other times it would. It doesn't have to be every time, but a little more often would be so nice."

"I can try to do that. And do tell me when I can do things better. I really do want to please you."

"Oh, you certainly please me. Many more nights like last night and my pussy and ass are going to need their own vacation away from you."

I give him a hug and a kiss. I put on my dark blue bikini with a tee over top to protect my shoulders as he heads into the kitchen to pull something together for breakfast.

We do trek down the stairs, which turn out to be less than reassuring in a few spots. It does seem to be a private beach, only accessible from our stairs. The steep hillside comes right up to the water's edge on either side, cutting us off, unless you tried to land a boat here. It is not a nice shallow sloping base in the water. I am not sure I would be that comfortable swimming off here. I would't want Alan even thinking about it.

I think you could have a nice little fire and maybe four or six people could sit around it. I would sure hate to climb back up those stairs in the dark, especially with a couple of drinks in me. It is nice to be right on the water, and I do like the sound of the gentle waves lapping against the shore, but the view is actually better from above. Alan takes a couple of pictures and we climb back up the steps. I would have to be in a whole lot better shape if I was going to use that beach regularly. I guess if I was going up and down all the stairs regularly, I would be in better shape.

We sit on the patio and relax and recover from the stairs, when Alan's phone buzzes.

"It's Peter from marketing. He is the one organizing all the PR for the new release. He is in a bit of a tizzy. I need to respond to him."

Alan types on his phone for a minute, reads again, and then types again.

"The issue of Wired with my interview is coming out earlier than we thought. In a couple of days. That means I will be doing a bunch of live interviews as soon as we get back. I told him no to anything while we are down here."

"Who are the interviews with?"

"I know he was working on ones on NPR and Good Morning America. And Graham will do one with me on CNBC. I bet he gets me another half dozen or so for me over the next two weeks."

"He was going to do interview prep with me the end of this week, but there may not be time now. He is sending me a list of questions he thinks I could get asked. I said I would think about answers on the plane on Wednesday. But I am not doing any work while we are still down here."

"Thanks for that."

We sit in the quiet for a few minutes. Alan's vacation just got cut a few hours shorter. And the total relaxation I had seen is gone.

"We should get dressed for lunch. I am not going for a nice lunch in a bikini."

The only sort of dressy clothes I brought are my red halter top and my white skirt. I did bring my favorite white lacy panty to go under that, so, combined with a pair of sandals, I have my outfit. Alan is just wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a polo.

As we are heading into the restaurant, Alan says he has to check on something and that I should go ahead and get seated. I text Audrey, while I am is family visit andhow is Tim holding up

A moment later, good and good thenbusy now, chat later

What ever Alan was checking on, it took him a good five minutes. But he is finally here and we have a lovely meal, including splitting a bottle of wine. We sit after the meal, finishing our wine, enjoying the view out over Cruz Bay until it is time for our massages.

We walk across the resort to their spa and we are given directions as to what to do. I mention my sunburn and they say they will give that some treatment first. We change into bathrobes in private changing rooms, then enter a room with two massage tables side by side about three feet apart. We drop our bathrobes and each lie facedown on our own tables, with a towel strategically covering our backsides. I reach a hand over and hold Alan's hand for a minute before resting my arm back on my own table.

Eric, my masseur, is strikingly handsome. Alan gets a cute woman named Olivia. Before he even starts on a real massage, Eric rubs some sort of ointment on my shoulders. It tingles a bit, but the sunburn does feel much better.

He then starts rubbing the middle of my back. My back is still somewhat tired from the active day yesterday; both the horseback riding and the kayaking used muscles I rarely exercise. His hands quickly have my back feeling much better. Those hands slowly move out away from the center. He runs a hand along the side of my boob, something my masseuse back at the Golden Oasis always avoided. It does feel nice.

My feet and calves are now getting their treatment. Between the wine and Eric's hands, I am floating in a sense of comfort. Eric works his way up to my thighs. His hands stray much higher than I expect; he even brushes my pussy once or twice. He is rubbing the very top of my inner thighs in a way that is definitely getting my juices flowing. Mary had commented on how amped up Hans had gotten her. I think I am getting a similar treatment from Eric today.

I glance over at Alan. He is definitely enjoying his massage. It doesn't look like Olivia's hands are wandering as far on him as Eric's are on me. He sees me looking and reaches out and we hold hands for a minute. He mouths, "I love you" to me.

They get us each to roll over at the same time, Eric unfolding the towel so it covers both my pussy and my tits as I roll over. They are each working on our shoulders. It feels so good. Eric's hands keep sliding down further than I expect, rubbing on to the top of my breasts and all the way between. He is definitely intentionally brushing my boobs as his hands go by under the towel.

Eric and Olivia both shift down to our feet and start working up our shins and the front of our upper thighs. Once again, he is reaching further under the towel than I have seen in any other massage. Or Olivia is doing for Alan. Eric's hand is now on my landing strip. Should I say something, stop him?

Olivia leaves the room and Alan turns towards me and says, "Happy early birthday, enjoy."

Oh my god, is this what he was checking on? Eric is now standing beside my midsection and he silently slides my towel all the way off. His left hand is rubbing my mound, while his right is massaging my right breast. God this feels good. His middle finger is in my slit, my very wet slit. I am softly moaning. He swaps his right hand to my left tit, becoming rougher with my nipple.

His middle finger finds my clit and I am panting. His right hand swaps boobs again, focusing on the right nipple. His finger is working harder and the effort is paying off. My climax is coming and it soon washes over me. Not a scream into the night orgasm like last night, but still very nice. After my orgasm passes, Eric rubs my abdomen and my upper thighs, which nicely blends the feelings of the orgasm with the feelings of the massage. I feel wonderful.

Eric leaves the room before Alan and I put our bathrobes back on. I give Alan a thank you kiss before we go back to our separate dressing rooms.

I change into my blue bikini because my plan is to go into the water here at the bay for a little while. We have been down here for two days and I haven't actually been in the sea yet. Tomorrow we need to spend serious time in the water.

We meet outside the dressing rooms and I convince Alan to come in the water for a while with me. He wants to go shopping for tonight's dinner after that, so I will just sit and enjoy watching the bay while he is gone.

Even Alan enjoys the water. The near shore of Cruz Bay slopes off very gently, meaning it is still only chest deep well off the beach. Barely deep enough for a real swim, but the water here is too crowded with vacationers for that anyway. When Alan is going back to the car to go shopping, I ask him if he would grab my sketch pad first. I have decided to draw a pelican sitting on a pier. Alan is a dear and brings it to me, then he is off to acquire sustenance for our dinner. And breakfast and lunch tomorrow, probably.

I am happy with how this drawing comes out. And the pelican was cooperative, standing sunning with his wings partially spread for a good twenty minutes. Several beach goers peer over my shoulder and compliment me on the drawing. I show it to Alan when he comes back to pick me up; he seems impressed.

When we get back, I take off my suit and lie nude on the patio sunning all over. I want to brag to Audrey about no tan lines. Alan seems to be making quite a production of cooking tonight, unlike the last two night's meals which were relatively quick.

I get hot in the sun, so I dive into the pool and swim some and just float some. Alan is starting to bring food out. "Is it time for me to come in?"

"Stay for a while, I love watching you swim naked. And when you are standing, I love the way your boobs float. I just like to watch your body in the water, I guess."

I let him watch for a few minutes before I climb out and dry myself. I think it will be naked dinner for me tonight. Let him get his eyefuls.

He has made us a conch soup, some sort of pork stew that has a very interesting taste and a side of sweet potatoes. And a bottle of red wine. Alan tells me that, other than the wine, it is all Caribbean food. Dessert is frozen pureed mango with fresh berries and a dark chocolate sauce. It is absolutely scrumptious. And a rum and tropical fruit punch that Alan concocted.

We have another slow, loving night of sex that goes well into the wee hours, much later that I am usually awake. As a result, Alan lets me sleep in later than I usually would.

When I finally get up, he makes us omelets with tomatillos and shrimp in them. And more local fresh fruit, of course. He packs us a cold bag of food and drink for our day of snorkeling.

We chose three targets to explore today. The first has nice coral that is in shallow water, meaning Alan can very comfortably see everything. The second will take more work and more swimming, but we have our best chance of seeing multiple sea turtles. Finally to an idyllic cove with a beautiful beach that is usually deserted. This beach is a mile hike from the closest road, part of why it is always so uncrowded.

Alan has a wonderful time at the first bay. He only has to swim occasionally, standing on the sandy bottom the rest of the time. Somewhere he got a waterproof case for his phone and he is taking pictures of the reef and the schools of fish around it. We are not allowed to swim over the reef; we would be too likely to accidentally hit it. We spend longer here than we had expected, so we decide to head to the beach next.

We bring our food and a blanket with us to what is now our second stop and enjoy our snack on a deserted sand beach. It is amazing. We are in paradise and we are all alone. Not a soul in sight.

I have a sudden urge and decide to act on it before I chicken out. I crawl across the blanket and start kissing Alan, I hear a splash behind me and and turn in time to see a flipper from a sea turtle emerging from the water about twenty feet out into the lagoon. Reassured we are still alone, I lie on the blanket in front of him and spread my legs. He gets my intention and soon has his head between my legs and his tongue between my lips, having pushed the crotch of my bikini to the side. I pull my top up and over my big tits, giving Alan access to my nipples. He is soon pinching both as I approach my climax. I moan to the sky and the sea and the birds and the trees. And to Alan. But not another soul can hear me. I feel free.

Alan pulls down his trunks and pushes his cock into me. I am moaning again as he drives in and out of me. I hear a splash in the water. I am too involved to look, assuming it is another sea turtle. As he is getting close, he reaches down to my clit and sends me off to my second climax quickly. I moan loudly again. He starts grunting as he pumps my cunt full of his seed.

Then applause comes from just behind me. I turn hurriedly to see a smallish sailboat has come into the bay and dropped anchor less than thirty feet from us. A young couple about our age are clapping and laughing.

I turn and decide to channel Audrey for the moment. I pull my loosely hanging top all the way off and toss it to Alan. Then I run into the water and swim a leisurely lap on my back around their boat. They climb down the ladder on the back of the boat and swim to shore. I am already on shore with an arm around Alan before they make it. I notice he managed to pull his swim trunks back up.

The woman is the first to the beach and announces, "This seems to be a topless beach" as she sheds her bikini top.

Her partner climbs out of the surf just behind her, and says "Why not a nude beach," and pulls down her bottoms.

She turns around and says, "Only fair," as his trunks slide down to his ankles.

He is notably erect, even after the swim.

"When in Rome," I say and pull off my own bottom. Alan stays sitting, swim trunk still on.

"I'm Bob and this is CeCe. We are spending a month sailing the Caribbean."

"You sail between islands and live in that?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's a bit small. We have to make do. We graduated from college this spring and had a bit of money left over from school and we got some money for graduation and worked for a few months to be able to rent that. I start a job as a junior financial analyst on Wall Street in, um what day is it?"

"September second -- it's my birthday."

"Happy birthday! So in thirteen days. Damn, that means we need to return the boat next week. Once I start, I figure we will never have a chance to do something like this. At least not until we are too old to do it. Anyway, we really enjoyed your performance. If you are interested and we can borrow your blanket, we would be glad to return the favor."

Alan and I stand up and give them some room and they both walk over onto the blanket.

CeCe kneels down and gives Bob a short blow job, but he doesn't need much to be fully prepared. She now sits back and spreads her leg and masturbates. She seems to be playing to us as much as Bob. In a few minutes, Bob comes over to her and gets her to roll over onto all fours. He kneels behind her and begins to pound into her. She reaches back and picks up where she had left off in her self pleasure. He climaxes well before she is done and pulls out. He is talking to Alan and me before she climaxes.

"I hate to panhandle, but can you guys spare anything. We are running really low on cash."

While Alan is digging through our bag for his wallet, I walk around him to offer CeCe a hand up. Quietly, I say to her, "Have you told him he doesn't satisfy you?"

She shakes her head no, somewhat shamefully.

"I don't think he is going to figure it out on his own."

I see Alan hand Bob a couple of twenties and says, "We should probably be going."

I start putting my bikini back on as Alan shakes out the blanket. Soon, we are packed and heading for the trail back. Alan turns and calls back, "Nice to meet you two and thanks for the show."

As we are leaving, I can hear CeCe say, "Bob, we need to talk about something."

When we get back to the car, I say, "I don't think they have long for the world as a couple."

"Really, why not?"

"Didn't you notice he didn't seem to care about her at all. He never said anything about what she would be doing. He didn't care about her sexual satisfaction. He is a bit of a self-absorbed asshole, if you ask me."

"Did you tell her to leave him?"

"No, I just implied that she should tell him he isn't satisfying her. If he actually hears it and cares, they have a shot."

"I think we should probably head home now," Alan says, "We don't really have time for our third site. I would like a shower before going to dinner."

"Me too."

Alan had made a 6PM reservation for a restaurant that describes itself as Mediterranean. It was fancier than I expected to find on the island, but it was very good. He limits himself to a single glass of wine, since he needs to drive us home.

Back at the villa, we sit on the patio for a while, drinking more of Alan's tropical rum punch. When we go to bed, I say, "Do you mind if we just snuggle tonight. Something about Bob this afternoon really unnerved me. If he hadn't been nude, I think I would have worried about him pulling a gun to rob you when you got out your wallet."

"He should fit right in on Wall Street then. But of course we can just snuggle. And I will be here all night if you change your mind."

We do fall asleep snuggled together. I feel much better in the morning. We eat another light breakfast and then head out to meet our boat at the dock in Cruz Bay at 9:30. As Alan had mentioned, there are two other couples on the boat. I think we are the middle couple in age. The older couple each look to be in their early thirties. The man from the younger couple is about my age, she is probably a little younger.

I am wearing my red bikini, which is similar to the yellow one worn by the blonde woman I am guessing to be in her thirties. The slightly younger brunette woman is in about as conservative of a bikini as you could find. Something I would have bought myself for our last trip if Alan had pushed me to get a bikini.

The boat itself is beautiful, a thirty-five foot catamaran, with a big net area between the front of the pontoons and seating on the middle for about eight. The back half of the middle has a cabin down half a flight of stairs with a small bathroom and a kitchen. Above the cabin is the wheel in a cover that protects it on three sides. There is a single mast just behind the wheel house, although no sail is raised and I expect we will leave the harbor under power.

There is a crew of three: Captain Lopez, the first mate Enrique and the cabin boy Tony, all three clearly of Caribbean descent. The captain is around 40 and friendly. The first mate is probably 30 and feels like he would rather not deal with any of us. The cabin boy is probably 18 or 19 and is obviously fond of ogling the two of us in skimpy bikinis. He doesn't look very experienced with women, but Audrey would just say that makes him ripe for training. She has a reason why it would be good to sleep with most people, man or woman.

The younger couple's names are Cheryl and Roger. They are from Enid, Oklahoma, on their honeymoon, and there is a little tension between them. Like us, Cheryl and Roger are heading back home tomorrow. The older couple are Sam and Beth from Long Island and they are on a tenth anniversary trip. She is pretty loud, both in voice and behavior.

Captain Lopez tells us that this trip will last six hours including three snorkeling stops and one trip to a beach, where we will eat our lunch. There will be a mid-morning snack and a mid-afternoon snack. All the food is cooked by his wife, so we have to eat it all or he will be sleeping on the couch tonight. We all laugh.

For drinks, they offer a rum punch as well as water, juice, and soda. Beth wants to know how soon she can get her rum punch. The captain says the cabin boy will get drinks for us once we are out of the harbor.

We will sail a stretch of the time just on wind power, with the engines turned off. Once we clear the harbor, we are welcome to lie in the sun on the netting, but we need to stay on the main deck area until then.

He asks for any questions.

Beth asks if it is alright for her to take her top off once we are underway. She doesn't like tan lines. The captain says he doesn't know any reason not to. Tony, the cabin boy, is almost drooling.

The three crew members are all busy as we get underway, but things calm down once we clear the harbor. The captain makes an announcement that we are free to lie on the sun net now and that Tony will be around with drinks in a few minutes.

True to her word, Beth strips off her top and climbs out onto the netting. I look at Alan and he nods, so I take off my top as well and, after putting some lotion on my newly exposed skin, we both climb onto the net. Roger looks at his wife and she just glowers back. He clearly wants her to join the topless brigade, but she is having none of it. Roger did watch me put my lotion on with great interest.

Roger, Sam and Beth are the only ones to take a rum punch in this first round. Alan and I both drink the "juice", which is probably a powder that Tony is mixing in the kitchen. That said, it's not actually bad. Cheryl has a diet coke.

Beth gulps her punch down while Roger and Sam both slowly sip theirs. She asks for a refill as soon as Tony checks in.

Alan looks very relaxed on the boat. He is just lying back and enjoying the scenery, on shore and on the net. Beth and I both have large breasts fully exposed and bikini bottoms that barely cover the essentials. Now that I see them, I expect Beth's boobs are surgically enhanced. They just don't look right on her. I doubt she is a natural blonde, either.

After about a half hour of lying out sunning, Beth decides that her hips will have too much of a tan line and unties the sides and folds the entire front into a small triangle barely covering her labia. If she was not clean shaven, significant amounts of pubes would be showing right now.

When Tony comes around with more drinks for people, she reaches up to take her next rum punch and her bottom falls off, exposing her pussy to everyone. Cheryl shrieks, "Oh My Lord!" and looks away. Roger, however, stares lustfully. Cheryl pokes him pretty hard in the ribs and he turns away.

Beth pulls her bikini bottom back over her privates, but only after she has her punch.

Sam says, "Beth, I think you should apologize to everyone for what just happened and tie your suit back together again."

"I don't think anyone really minded. You didn't mind Tony, did you?"

Tony vigorously shakes his head no. It may have been the first shaved pussy he has seen in person.

"You two didn't mind, did you?"

I kind of shrug, while Alan is shaking his head no.

"We minded," say Cheryl, "Didn't we dear."

Roger looks less sure of this position than Cheryl assumes.

But that does not slow Cheryl down in the least, "So please obey your husband's decision and at least wear your bikini bottoms properly."

I was waiting for her to say something about our tits, but she bites her tongue, being clearly outnumbered in that fight.

Beth concedes and ties her bikini bottoms back together again, and sulks for a little while.

Tony's next round includes a plate of slices of fresh mango and a basket of mini-muffins. Papaya and pineapple muffins. I have a muffin and a couple of slices of mango. Alan is in seventh heaven and has thirds of both.

After the snack, we reach our first snorkeling stop, just off a small cay in one of the bays on the island. I have lost track of where we are going. But it is gorgeous. After a few days, it is easy to become blasé about the surroundings. But if you take a step back, you realize that ho-hum here is more beautiful than almost anything you will see the rest of the year. Alan chooses to stay on the boat while I go snorkeling. I think Roger would have stayed, but Cheryl insists on him coming into the water.

"We didn't come all this way to sit on a boat. You could do that back in Oklahoma."

That is an unhappy sounding marriage. But I bet it lasts, maybe even past Roger getting caught in a hotel room with his secretary, which I predict in about five or six years, ten tops. But not if she is pregnant.

This is a much richer coral system than the one we saw yesterday. And it is quite deep. Deeper than I can dive with just a snorkel. I should learn to scuba before we go somewhere like this again.

Alan waves me over to the boat and hands me his phone. I swim around and take a bunch of pictures for him. I think I got some nice ones.

The captain, who is in the water with us, calls us all back in. We climb back aboard and Tony serves another round of drinks. Sam joins Beth in taking another rum punch. The rest of us are staying sober.

An hour later, we are anchored in a different bay with a wide sandy beach only about fifty feet from the shore. The captain says that everyone needs to go ashore. Anyone who wants to, can swim now, or Enrique will ferry us over once the lunch is all on shore. I climb down the ladder and calmly swim to shore. Alan chooses to wait for the boat to get onto land. Beth dives into the water. She apparently didn't get the ties very tight on her bottom and it stays behind on the surface as her body slides into the water.

Sam jumps in the water, grabs her floating garment and swims it in to his wife. She is standing nude on the shore facing the boat, waiting for him to bring her the itinerant monokini.

"She did that on purpose!" Cheryl complains, "Make her stop that, Captain!"

"I am afraid that's between her and her husband. And she's not on my ship, so I have no control over her right now," he says, trying not to laugh.

Sam looks somewhat annoyed at Beth for this one. From her body language, I think this actually was an accident. She is none too sober and it would be easy to get those tied just a tad too loose.

Tony, who was loading lunch on to the launch, missed the initial scene, but did get to ogle her standing naked on the beach.

Beth's partial clothing re-donned, we enjoy a nice lunch. including crab cakes, jerk chicken and a conch casserole. It's not five star dining or even Alan standard, but it is reasonably tasty. And the ambience can't be beat by any five star restaurant. Alan and I both swap to the rum punch for lunch. Nowhere near as good as Alan's and not very potent, but it's still nice.

Alan and I sit on the beach, leaning against each other, feeling the sun and the wind and our love for each other. Beth keeps drinking, and even if the punch is not the most potent, drink enough of it and you will get drunk. She is getting louder, not really talking to anyone in particular and Sam is trying to calm her down. At one point, she tried to pull his trunks off. I think she was going to blow him right there. That would have really gotten to Cheryl.

Beth staggers up to the captain, and loudly blurts out in slurred words, "I need go potty."

"You will have to find a tree and go behind that. Or you can go deep enough in the water if you are just peeing."

She only makes it about half way to the tree line, before she squats, pulls her bikini bottoms aside. And it gushes out like a hose, forming a notable puddle in the sand. Even Cheryl is staring at the spectacle. Only Sam isn't looking, with his face in his hands, shaking his head.

"Oops, I didn't make it that far. Sorry, everyone."

The captain whispers something to Tony, who looks over at Beth. I think her punches may lack their punch for the rest of the trip.

The captain gives us about twenty minutes to relax on the beach. When Tony and Enrique have all the lunch remains back on the boat, he announces it's time for us to get back on the boat. Sam and Beth and I swim back, the captain keeping a close eye on Beth to make sure she is sober enough to make it there safely. Cheryl insists that she and Roger take the launch back with Alan.

"It's too soon to go in the water after eating."

Our next stop is only a twenty minute sail to the next bay. Rather than coral, we stop near a bed of sea grass, which provides a feeding grounds for sea turtles. The captain says we are not allowed to touch the turtles and to give them space.

Even Alan comes out for a few minutes this time. I stay with Alan to keep him from panicking in the water. We see three different turtles. One came within a few feet of Alan and me. This makes up for the sea turtle snorkeling we missed yesterday. We also see a ray swim by. Alan gets pictures of them all.

"Stay away from it, Roger. Those tails are poisonous and can kill you."

I see the captain think about correcting her and decides to let it go. Between Beth and Cheryl, I am sure we are not his favorite group of passengers.

Once back on the boat, we use the engine to exit the bay and then Enrique raises the sail and the captain cuts the engine. I am lying up front with a warm breeze in my face and the only sounds are the flapping of the sails and the water against the boat. This is a new kind of paradise, an odd mixture of tranquil and exciting. I feel peaceful, but alive and invigorated. And very much in love as I grip Alan's hand tightly. I can tell he feels it, too.

And then Beth starts blathering about something in her now booming voice, slurring her words. Oh well, the serenity was nice while it lasted.

This is our longest sail of the day. And maybe the nicest activity of the trip, At least public activity. When Beth shuts up.

In the middle of the sail, Tony brings out a platter of cookies along with another round of drinks. He is careful to give Beth hers first, looking carefully to pick the right one. She is definitely being cut off without her knowledge. Alan and I have another rum punch. The cookies have coconut, pineapple and tamarind in them. The tamarind must be an acquired taste. Alan seems to acquire the taste quickly and has far more than his share. "What? The captain says we have to eat it all."

While we are sailing, we see Bob and CeCe sail by going the other way. Alan waves to them. The captain gets on his radio and says something I can't quite hear.

Our third snorkeling area is another reef in yet another beautiful bay. Cheryl, Roger and I are the only ones who go in the water with the captain this time. Beth is finally starting to approach the quiet drunk stage. I bet she is asleep before we get back to the harbor.

This coral is not quite as full of life as the first one was. I take some more pictures for Alan, but he is not missing as much here.

We don't stay as long at this stop. By the time the four of us are back on board, Beth is snoring on the net and Sam can finally relax a little more.

Everyone is pretty quiet as we motor back towards the harbor. As we are getting close, I put my top back on and the captain asks us all to come back onto the main deck, off the netting. With some effort, Sam manages to wake Beth. I help him get her top back on and get her to climb off the netting.

The captain is talking to Alan while I am doing this, but his voice is clearly intended for Alan alone. I can hear a few of the words of what Alan says back, but not enough to piece together a conversation.

It is almost quarter to four by the time we are off the boat. There is a middle-aged woman, with a jeep full of trays of food parked next to the dock. Tony is bringing leftovers back to the jeep and helping her load the new food onto the boat. I assume she is the captain's wife.

Alan says, "I think the sunset cruise leaves in 45 minutes. That is a tight turnaround for them."

"What was the captain talking to you about?"

"Bob and CeCe. Your instincts were right. They have been robbing isolated tourists at gunpoint across the Virgin Islands for a little over a year. He was surprised to hear that they were nice to us. I left out the mutual shows. The captain radioed the authorities to report their current position. But there is so little enforcement and so many bays and it's only a short sail from here to the British Virgins, so they have been able to avoid capture so far. I guess our show and your friendly welcome had Bob so horny that we were saved."

I laugh about it, but it is also a little scary.

I say, "I wonder if their story was completely made up or if that is how it really started last summer and just evolved into becoming modern day pirates."

Alan changes the subject, saying, "Let's just walk around town for a while and then grab a light dinner here. I don't have anything ready to cook and I just kind of want to relax for our last night."

"I love that idea," I say, grabbing his hand as we walk towards the small town just past the resort.

We stick our head in a few touristy shops. I look at a pretty purple wrap designed as a beach coverup. It's made from a thick cotton, coarsely woven, so it is about half see through. Alan buys it for me and I wrap it around my shoulders as we keep walking. We find a little hole in the wall fried clam shack. We have fried clams and french fries for dinner, with a beer each. It is completely greasy and wonderful. We laugh with each other and feed each other greasy fries. I loved our fancy dinner last night, but this is really what I wanted on our trip.

We walk back to our jeep, hand in hand. I say, "I love your cooking and I think you love making it, but it was nice to have you not worry about cooking tonight."

"I do love the cooking, if I'm not too tired, but I also love spending the time with you," he replies and kisses me.

"Once we are back, I want to start having some people over for dinner and I have to admit I like showing off your cooking almost as much as Audrey likes to brag about Tim's cock. But I don't want to make you work too hard. How often do you think we should have people over?"

"I think I could comfortably do every other week or so. Let's try two Saturdays a month. Less, if work gets insane again. Talking about too much work, I was thinking about my assistant more on the flight down. I need someone literate in the technology but not a real developer. At least not yet. And I really don't need someone full-time right now. So I was going to talk to Graham about hiring an intern. A bright CS student who could look things up for me and sort through things and stuff like that. They would definitely save me time on stuff I don't need to be doing myself."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan. But let's not think about home and work and all of that for the rest of the night. This is our last night in paradise. Let's enjoy it."

Once to the villa, I shed my suit and jump in the water to cool off. I even get Alan in the pool one last time. We hug and kiss in the pool for a while. Then we sit on the patio staring out over the sea as we hold hands. It is getting dark and we leave the lights off and just watch the colors change.

When it is fully dark and the stars are glittering, I turn to Alan and say, "Make love to me under the stars again. I want to remember tonight."

He pushes me back onto the chaise and soon I have my first orgasm of the night, curtesy of his tongue. He does not try to push me to two, but just comes up and holds me tightly. There is plenty of time for more orgasms.

After my post-orgasmic snuggle, I roll him on his back, get him good and ready with my mouth and then mount him. My gentle ride on him brings me a wonderful pair of orgasms, with Alan joining me for the second one.

We are back to cuddling and kissing after that, before we start up again. By the time we finally go back to bed, only to sleep, I have had three more orgasms and he has cum in me twice more. He is barely going to be able to walk in the morning.

But he wakes up and brings me a cup of coffee. "We need to get packed up and return the keys and the car and catch our boat over to St Thomas for the plane."

I pout, but he is right. I shower and get dressed. He has a real breakfast ready for us. He has made scrambled eggs and sausage and some biscuits and fresh fruit. And there is a single apple on my plate.

"You have to take a bite of the apple, so we are kicked out of paradise."

I set the apple aside and say, "Not until we leave the island."

I pack us up while he gets the kitchen all clean. We drop off the key to the villa on the way back to Cruz Bay. The car return is right near the harbor, so we drop it off and walk to the waiting boat, carrying our bags. As the boat pulls away, I pull the apple out and take a bite. I hand it to Alan and he takes a bite too. We hug each other tightly. Time to face the real world again.

I see Cheryl and Roger in the St Thomas Airport. They are having a bit of a public spat. "I am sorry you wanted me to show off my boobs. If you wanted me to do that, you should have married one of those sluts. And NO I am never letting you put your thing back there. Don't even think about it again!"

Alan laughs and I just shake my head. We have the good seats again on the flights back. I wave to Roger and Cheryl as they walk by to the main cabin. She blushes a bit, realizing I probably heard that tirade.

Walking through the terminal in San Juan, I stop and point, loudly exclaiming, "Oh my god Alan, look at that!"

In the newsstand is a Wired Magazine. With a picture of Alan on the cover. My picture of Alan. Except they turned all the lines white and it is against a red background. The text on the cover readsThe Young Genius Who Is Reinventing AI -- And Your Life.

"Peter said it was going to be out soon. The flood gates will be opening now. We really have left paradise."

Alan doesn't think I need to, but I buy a copy anyway. "I want to read it on the plane."

Roger and Cheryl come by just after I have bought the magazine.

"Is that you on the cover?" Cheryl asks, incredulously.

Alan nods and just says, "It's Lisa's drawing of me."

We can hear them talking about us as they walk on. "Wow, I didn't know they were famous."

"Do you know who they are?"

Soon they are lost in the shuffle of everyone else in the airport. I curl the magazine so the cover is not exposed and stick in my carryon bag. I don't need everyone seeing the picture and asking us about it.

I am relaxing in my seat on the plane while the plane is still boarding, when my phone buzzes.

I turn to Alan and say, "Mary wants to come up Saturday morning. And stay until the middle of next week. She has a job interview Monday."

"Okay."

"I wanted to do my game on Saturday."

"I don't see why she couldn't play, too."

"I guess you are right."

I text her backlooking forward to seeing you and thenneed to talk about sat night and finallyon plane, later

Thinking of that Mary made me think of model Mary.

"Do you think you could manage a dinner with model Mary and her boyfriend next Saturday night. With Tim and Audrey, it would be cooking for six of us."

"It will probably be a nice break from all the running around Peter is having me do between now and then."

I send a text to model Mary inviting her and Ethan to dinner next Saturday night. She is excited to come. I put my phone into airplane mode, half heartedly listen to the take off instructions before pulling my headphones on to relax.

I read the article about Alan. It is quite well done. And really glorifies him. My ego appreciates that it mentions that I drew the cover picture.

Alan has his laptop out. Looking over his shoulder, he is reading the questions Peter sent him and is writing answers to each of them. Most of the questions are what I would expect, but some of the questions seem plain weird to me. Alan sees me looking and says, "Peter says that some of the interviewers may ask me strange questions, so I need to be prepared."

Well into the flight, a flight attendant comes up to Alan, saying, "You are THE Alan Williams, right?".

She is holding a copy of Wired. She is not our normal flight attendant.

"I am sorry to bother you, and I am not supposed to, but would you sign my cover for me. I started reading Wired a few years ago to be able to talk to my boyfriend, but I read it all the time now. Your flight attendant recognized your picture when I was reading it back there."



She hands Alan the magazine and the pen. He signs it and then says, "Oh, do you want me to sign it to you? What is your name?"

"Angela or Angie." She points to her name tag.

"And you're his wife who drew the picture, aren't you? Would you sign it too? Are you a famous artist?"

I sign my name below his. I notice that they removed my signature from the cover art.

"No, art is just a hobby. I have a real job that helps pay the rent. Actually, as of now, I guess I am a professional artist. This is my first paid work."

"Thank you both so much. I met one other passenger who had been on the cover, but I didn't have that issue with me, so you are my first signed cover," Angie says, almost squealing with glee.

After she is gone, I say, "Is this what life is going to be like?"

"Probably. She was at least nice about it. It might get even worse before it gets better. And once the IPO happens, I think we will get people trying to get money out of us. Maybe not with a gun, like Bob and CeCe are doing. But we need to be careful on anyone who suddenly wants to be friends with us."

I feel glad that I had met model Mary a month ago instead of a month from now. He's right, someone who suddenly wants to be our friend may have ulterior motives. She would have fit that profile. God this sucks.

I want to go back and spit out the apple and refuse to leave the island. We truly have left paradise for a scary new world.