The music came to a stop.
Alex Cleland whispered into Amanda's ear: "Would you like to go for a swim in the moonlight?"
"I'd be delighted."
They padded on deck in their stocking feet, and once their, Cleland peeled off his clothes, revealing a tall, well-proportioned, muscular physique. Amanda hesitated only briefly, then took off her clothes as well. Her musculature was as impressive, in a feminine way.
They dived into the water simultaneously, their bodies cleaving the water smoothly. The moon gleamed and glittered on the water, which was very warm and inviting, like the caress of a lover.
They came together and clasped hands, then as one dove down deeper into the water.
Amanda smiled inwardly. There were a few luminescent fish around, but for all the light they provided it was like swimming through outerspace. The only thing that kept her tied to the present was the pressure of Cleland's fingers on hers.
They rose to the surface and bobbed there, laughing.
Then Cleland drew her closer to him, and their lips met in a long kiss.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The Gambler Part 4
The music ended, and Alex Cleland escorted Amanda back to their table. He picked up a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.
Amanda sipped, disguising her distaste for the liquid. Give her a beer any day!
It had been an enjoyable evening, thought Amanda. The dinner they had eaten was superb, and so was the conversation. Cleland knew all about the Bimini Islands, as well as the rest of the Bahamas, and they had talked about their favorite dive sites and their favorite restaurants and night spots on each of the islands.
Robert Wade had contributed little to the conversation - he seemed content to sit back and let the girls have center stage. But his presence had reminded the three girls not to get too carried away and talk about their purpose for being in Palau. He had primed them with their cover story when they first arrived in Palau, as he didn't want anyone to know about the plans to re-create the sunken ships and planes off Florida until the building portion of that new resort was well under way.
In his stateroom, Robert Wade poured himself another drink. What was Cleland after, he wondered.
And what was Amanda doing on deck with him...right now?
Amanda sipped, disguising her distaste for the liquid. Give her a beer any day!
It had been an enjoyable evening, thought Amanda. The dinner they had eaten was superb, and so was the conversation. Cleland knew all about the Bimini Islands, as well as the rest of the Bahamas, and they had talked about their favorite dive sites and their favorite restaurants and night spots on each of the islands.
Robert Wade had contributed little to the conversation - he seemed content to sit back and let the girls have center stage. But his presence had reminded the three girls not to get too carried away and talk about their purpose for being in Palau. He had primed them with their cover story when they first arrived in Palau, as he didn't want anyone to know about the plans to re-create the sunken ships and planes off Florida until the building portion of that new resort was well under way.
In his stateroom, Robert Wade poured himself another drink. What was Cleland after, he wondered.
And what was Amanda doing on deck with him...right now?
Monday, September 5, 2011
The Gambler Part 3
"Slow dancing, swaying to the music..."
Neither Amanda Sutton - nor her sisters for that matter - had ever thought they would find themselves slow dancing on a yacht. Oh, they'd been on plenty of yachts, but none the size of the yacht that belonged to Alex Cleland.
He held her in his arms, and she could feel his firm, warm flesh pressing against her back. For his part, he could feel her breasts pressing into his flesh. He held her close and enjoyed the way her back fitted just right in the curves of his arms.
The evening had been a pleasant one - the three sisters and Robert Wade had arrived at his yacht via a small runabout. They had dined together, being served by a chef and two waiters - one to serve the dishes while the other took away the used ones - while a trio of musicians had entertained them.
The yacht had several bedrooms - and the two younger Sutton girls were sharing one room, with Robert Wade the other.
Amanda had remained in the dining room/dancing room, and Cleland had asked her to dance.
There wasn't a lot of room for waltzes or dances of that type...only slow dancing could be done...and they were slow dancing.
Neither Amanda Sutton - nor her sisters for that matter - had ever thought they would find themselves slow dancing on a yacht. Oh, they'd been on plenty of yachts, but none the size of the yacht that belonged to Alex Cleland.
He held her in his arms, and she could feel his firm, warm flesh pressing against her back. For his part, he could feel her breasts pressing into his flesh. He held her close and enjoyed the way her back fitted just right in the curves of his arms.
The evening had been a pleasant one - the three sisters and Robert Wade had arrived at his yacht via a small runabout. They had dined together, being served by a chef and two waiters - one to serve the dishes while the other took away the used ones - while a trio of musicians had entertained them.
The yacht had several bedrooms - and the two younger Sutton girls were sharing one room, with Robert Wade the other.
Amanda had remained in the dining room/dancing room, and Cleland had asked her to dance.
There wasn't a lot of room for waltzes or dances of that type...only slow dancing could be done...and they were slow dancing.
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