Chapter 17

Christian. Just the Three of Us

Asif had stopped by my bungalow at 11:00 am. We sat and talked for a few minutes before we left to walk over to Chelsea’s bungalow. We were both wearing trunks and dry soft t-shirts, a sun visor, and sun shades, we planned to be on the water for about two hours before heading to the cookout.

“Are you going to ask her?” Asif asked me eagerly, which surprised me because when I mentioned it to him the night before he was apprehensive.

I shrugged, “I can. What made you change your mind?” I asked.

He paused, “She’s cool. The three of us won’t be on the island long. I think we can have a great time together. Maybe we can convince her to stay until we both leave.”

I nodded it was a good idea. She only had a week left on her stay and we were there for another two weeks. It would have been nice to have her with us for the duration. We continued and arrived at her place. She was outside wearing a black two-piece bikini. The thong had her ass looking right along with a sheer black one-shoulder coverup.

She hugged us both, “Hola,” she said sweetly trying out her Spanish.

We greeted her and then headed out to the beach. We had a lot of watercraft at our disposal during the quiet season. The kayaks were stored at the stand with the jet skis, canoes, and inner tubes. I untied two. One had two seats and the other had one. I made Asif take the single so I could teach Chelsea how to use the oars.

Teaching Chelsea was a breeze. She was a fast learner. We were out on the water for almost an hour before we took a break. We dragged the boats up onto the shore and sat on the beach eating a light snack.

I had some salsa playing. Surprisingly, she started singing. Our eyes popped, “You like salsa?” I asked.

“I do. I listen to all kinds of music.”

“Do you dance?”

“A little. I used to take lessons at one of the clubs downtown where I live. It’s a lot of fun.”

I reached for her hand and helped her stand. We began to move forward and back to the beat. Her hips moved, and she smiled, I gave her a turn and then a dip.

Asif watched us. He stood and asked for a chance to dance with her. I gave him an opportunity until my favorite bachata song sounded. I had to cut in to see how she moved. It was perfect. After we danced, I suggested we go explore one of the beach cabanas. There were two of them on that side of the island.

We walked over to the bright yellow octagonal-shaped cabana. “This is lit,” she stated with excitement. On the outside were three white chairs and a small table. I entered the code which unlocked the door. We walked into the main room which had a queen-sized bed, a panoramic view, and a ceiling fan. The kitchen was off to the right and there was a door that led to the bathroom.

She walked around taking it all in, “I love this.”

“Now you see why we come here every year. It’s amazing. It’s secluded and we have each other.”