Page 51 of Escape To Paradise
We rested for a few minutes before we got up to take another shower together. The water was not too hot. We took turns in rubbing each other with soap; I loved soaping his firm chest and shoulders.
“What do you want to do tomorrow, Harper?”
“I want to go snorkeling.”
“That’s very random.” He stared at me.
“I just want to spend a lazy day on the beach.”
“Okay, I’ll think of something for us to do.”
I kissed Julian on the lips. “Thank you.”
“I think I know where to take you.”
***
The following day, Julian took me to Flamingo Bay. It was a popular snorkeling spot in Grenada and known for its diverse marine life. Among the marine life that can be found are parrot fish, stingrays and manta rays. I was already excited to go.
Julian took me to a boutique so I could get a new dress and a bikini. He picked out three bikinis and a dress for me to wear. He had good taste in women’s clothing. For this trip, I wore a white bikini top and bottom.
We drove to the bay and rented a boat, which came with snorkeling gear. There were three other couples on the boat with us, and we briefly introduced ourselves. The boat operator gave us safety instructions and handed us the snorkeling gear and a life vest. Julian helped me put on the life vest before he secured one on himself. Then we wore our snorkeling gear. Hand in hand, we jumped into the water.
There were colorful fish in the water—blue fish, black-and-white school of fish, and yellow fish—and an occasional sting ray. We’d been snorkeling for thirty minutes before we spotted a giant manta rays. I was scared at first, but the manta rays just glided past us. On our way back to the boat, we spotted a green sea turtle. I swam close to it and patted its back.
When we got back into the boat, the other tourists shared the type of fish they saw. Only Julian and I were lucky to spot the sea turtle.
When we got to the shore, we joined the other couples as they headed for the bar. The bar was busy, but we were able to find seats. We all ordered our cocktails. I had a vodka-spiked watermelon drink while the others ordered fruity cocktails.
We talked about how amazing the experience was. Julian seemed to focus on the American couple and they started talking about buying properties and how Julian was selling villas on the island. They exchanged information and chatted away. The other couple in the group, a friendly British couple, were in their twenties, going out on their first holiday trip together. The guy was named Hugh, and the girl was named Crystal.
“I love your accent. Which part of the UK are you guys from?”
Hugh was slender and had dark hair. “I’m from Yorkshire. Crystal is from London.”
He did have a much thicker accent than Crystal, who had a more refined accent.
They asked me too, and I gave them a cursory background of where I was from.
I found out we didn’t have much in common, and it was hard for me to keep the conversation going. Meanwhile, Julian had a captive audience in the American couple. They were older, in their late sixties, and I heard the husband mention the word ‘retire’ and ‘investment.’
Hugh and Crystal decided to leave and said our perfunctory goodbyes. I was left there on the other side of the table, staring at my cocktail while Julian kept talking shop. After what seemed like almost an hour, the three stood up and shook hands. They set up an appointment to see the property tomorrow.
Julian had ignored me all this time, but when he noticed the look of boredom on my face, he apologized. “I’m sorry. Sometimes, you never know who you’re going to meet. I’m excited it looks like they’re going to buy a property.” He looked genuinely enthusiastic and kissed me on the lips. “Let’s go dancing tonight.”
“Dancing?”
“Yeah, there’s a bar close to where I live. They have live music. Let’s have dinner, and we’ll go dancing.”
“Sure.”
We went back to Julian’s villa. His sex drive was insatiable as no sooner than we stepped inside, we made love by the foot of the staircase. When we went up to his bathroom to take a shower, he also fucked me there. Julian was exhausted by the time we finished. He collapsed in bed. I could hear his breathing as I fell asleep.
When we woke up, it was almost seven in the evening. We drove to the bar and had a meal. The meal was decent enough; we had American burgers and fries. We also ordered a few beers. Around nine in the evening, the dancing started.
We went back to Julian’s villa at eleven. Before we went to bed, he told me he may be gone for the whole day tomorrow.
“So, what do I do?” I asked.
