SEX IN THE OCEAN (kotw)

The holiday had seemed a terribly important thing to do. Her becoming pregnant had set off a swirl of emotions, many of them negative, and it had taken a long time, longer than it was supposed to, for me to decide that I wanted US to have the baby rather than just her, and to agree that we would look for a house together for our new and unplanned family.

Spending some proper time together, before our lives were overtaken by the person now growing inside her, had felt essential.

My life was all on-the-plane/off-the-plane at the time and I had a gazillion Air Miles, so, in a single phone call to British Airways, I booked a ten day, two centre, holiday on an island in the Caribbean. I imagined it to have been terribly well thought out; we would spend five days in a regular hotel, taking a hire car to explore the island, then five days somewhere else, this time in a “Sandals” all inclusive resort, to just relax and to be together for the sake of, well, just being together. It seemed slightly less well thought out when, within hours of arriving, we took a walk down the beach to discover that the two centres of our “two centre” holiday were separated by a fence!

both centres of our 2 centre holiday!

My more-haste-less-speed geographical error didn’t matter; the beach was as good as we saw anywhere on the island and both hotels suited us in their different ways. They were on a small bay, a broad sweep of beautiful, soft sand, which, on one end, finished suddenly at a run of low cliffs, pelicans performing aerobatics over and around them. The sea under the cliffs was beautifully clear and had eddies of warm and cold water that could take you by surprise.

A few days into our holiday, at a point where we were starting to relax and enjoy each other’s company, we swam out under the rocks, watching the pelicans and enjoying the strange warm-cold-warm of the water on our skin. Finding we could stand on the ocean floor, we kissed and licked the salty water off each other’s cheeks. I touched her through her bikini, her response intimate and immediate. Pushing the thin material to one side I lifted her legs in my arms until her weight was supported entirely by me and the sea and lowered her carefully onto my waiting erection. We made love like that; unhurried, tender, together; the only sounds the lapping of the water and the noise of the pelicans on the cliffs.

In that moment, it seemed that everything would all be alright; OK I hadn’t been planning to spend the rest of my life with this woman, or planning to have a child with her, but as we made love in the sea, our faces turned towards the warmth of the sun, the world seemed full of possibilities.

If only we could have suspended time at that moment in our lives and stayed on the island, living on grilled fish and margaritas! If we’d been able to do that, I’m sure everything would have worked out just fine.

Later in the holiday, while sailing a small dingy half a mile or so off the rocks I came upon a sunfish. What an unlikely creature this was, huge and flat and just easing itself along the surface, untroubled by my presence.

I let the sail out and just drifted alongside it for a while, both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts.

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