“Let’s get ready then.” I sit up, and she jumps out of bed, crossing to the bathroom. After we’re both in casual clothes, we head off to the beach to make it in time for our reservation.
We ride on the beach and on a few trails for the rest of the day, getting muddy, racing each other, and swimming in a natural pool off one of the trails. I suggested we skinny-dip. Stella said no— worth a shot, though.
We get back to the suite at around five pm, talking about dinner plans as we enter. We’re covered in mud and sand. When this comes up as needing to be resolved, we eye each other for a second, then speed off at the same time, pushing one another to get to the shower first. At the shower door, we fight for the handle. Stella sticking her ass out, forcing me to get out of her way. We’re just making the bathroom a mess at this point because we’re hysterically laughing, falling over each other, and making very little progress for the actual shower. After a few minutes of fighting, I let her win, and she stands inside with a large toothy grin.
“Ha.”
“You got me.” I put my hands up, and her face drops.
“No fair.”
“What?”
“You let me win.”
“No, I didn’t.”
She slowly blinks at me, and I lick my lips, brows raised in amusement.
“And to think I was going to let you watch me shower.” Now my face drops.
“You can still do that….” I scratch the back of my head, and she stares into my eyes intently. I don’t break contact. This feeling in the pit of my stomach is like a longing for her that I haven’t allowed myself to recognize until now.
After a second more of consideration, she pulls off her muddy tank top, shorts, bra, then thong. I lean back against the sink and watch her turn on the water. Trying hard to remember every inch of her fucking incredible body as the water washes away the mud. I watch as her hands run down the curves of her body and imagine they’re mine, touching her smooth wet skin. The only comfort I have now is the shower awaiting me after this. Lord knows, I fucking need it.