As much as part of me would love to lay here all day, I can do that easily enough at home. What I can't do at home is go to the beach and then have champagne on a sailboat, so off we head to lunch and our last little adventure in St. Augustine.
"Have fun," Wren calls out to us on our way out the door, and we smile and wave back to her.
There is a tourist trap right on the beach with pina coladas, cheeseburgers, fried fish baskets, and key lime pie, which is exactly what we're looking for today. Uncomfortably full, a long walk on the beach is perfect until it gets too hot and we head for the relief of the air-conditioned junk shops in town, getting all the t-shirts, stickers, and little gifts for home. We do skip the ice cream shop, though.
"This has been quite the trip, hasn't it," I say tentatively.
"Uh-huh," you smile and look around us in the shop. It's not crowded, but it's not empty, either. And these shops are always so tight that it's not like we have any privacy to be anything more than vague.
"She left a note this morning saying that it she would follow our lead on how handle interactions, so I brought her a cup of coffee."
"You did?"
"Yeah. It shouldn't be awkward, even if we won't ever see her again."
"Will we not?"
"It's not like we've been to St. Augustine in the last 15 years. Why? Would you want to?"
"It's not that far away, and a little adventure every now and again isn't a bad thing."
"True." I take a quiet second before continuing, "We're probably some one-time thing to check off her list or whatever. But maybe not. She doesn't really seem like that, does she?"
"No, she seems pretty genuine, actually."
"Eh, who knows." I shrug, trying to block the thoughts already running through my head. I grab your hand and give it a little squeeze, "We should probably head to the marina and find the boat."
The catamaran is beautiful, of course. We splurged and rented it out just for us. The crew is only two, so it's pretty private. It's not dinner or anything, but some champagne, a dusky evening, and a cool breeze.
As the sun begins to set, we're on the trampoline between the hulls relaxing and taking it all in. I'm sitting in front of you between your legs with your arms around me. With nothing particularly tough about this sail, the captain and first mate are at the back of the boat chatting. I can hear them and they're pretty settled back there, so I take your hand, guiding it down the inside of my thigh beneath my loose shorts. I wasn't quite bold enough to wear a skirt today, but with shorts, I took the risk and wore only the shorts. I hear your sharp inhale at the realization, so I let go of your hand to grasp your thigh; you don't need my guidance from here. My head falls back onto your shoulder. I feel the smile spread across your face when you feel exactly how much I've been anticipating this moment.
"How quiet can you be, kitten?"
"Not sure," I whisper through an exhale as your fingers glide up from the wet and run slow circles over my clit.
"It's a small boat and the breeze will carry every little noise their way. Should I stop?"
I need to groan, but hold it with all my willpower, "You're cruel."
"Like I'm the one who started this," you chuckle.
"Mmmm." I lean back harder, partly for the connection, but mainly for the leverage I need to roll my hips into your palm.
