Chapter 53

Lunch was freshly made wraps with snack bags of chips, and of course served with cold beers and daiquiris. We didn’t stay cooped up in the interior of the boat this time and soon everyone was up on the top deck eating and chatting. Becca had decided this would be a great place to stay for the evening since we had access to the beach for shoots that night and the next morning, and soon there was a group forming to go for a hike after lunch.

Since JC was the one spearheading the hiking effort, I volunteered to stay behind to watch the boats as we couldn’t leave them unattended. Becca agreed and decided to stay back as well. Soon most of the group were getting dressed in rougher clothes suitable for an hour or so hike, along with whatever running shoes or boots they had with them - it was surprising how many of the women had some form of hiking boot as part of at least one costume or outfit.

JC and I ended up in the water helping carry a bunch of the girls to shore so they didn’t have to get wet, or at least put on socks and boots over wet feet. Becca and I made sure there were plenty of water bottles among the group, and then we watched them march off along the rim of the lake.

“They’ll be fine,” Becca said, watching the train of booty shorts and halter tops trail over the closest rocky rise.

“I’m sure no one will die,” I said with a snort.

Becca rolled her eyes and nudged me with her elbow. “How many of them do you think forgot to put on sunscreen?”

“I’m going to guess at least two,” Cassidy said. She’d also elected to stay behind, and I knew it wasn’t because she was anti-hike or anything like that. With no one else around, this was the perfect time for us to have our conversation with Becca. “I’m betting Ginnie and Sherry, or maybe ... Leia and Sherry.”

“No, I saw Leia with sunscreen,” I said. “And Ginnie would have gotten some from her. I’m thinking Sherry and Heels, since Baheela doesn’t think she’ll tan anyways.”

“Mm, good point,” Cassidy nodded, then turned to Becca. “So, I’m thinking we ... talk, and can do the massage photoshoot at the same time? How does that sound?”

“Sounds good,” Becca nodded. “White bikinis, right?”

“Yep,” Cassidy nodded. “And some sort of up-do for your hair to keep it out of the way. If you want to go get ready, I can prep our cameras and transfer you the memory card later?”

The plan was made, and within ten minutes we had a big white towel laid out on the top deck of the Singles Boat between the hot tub and the Adirondack chairs. Cassidy was up first with our bag of equipment and was soon set up with a couple of different tripods and two different ring lights to help with the harshest shadows of the overhead sun.

Then Becca came up the stairs from the stairs. She was barefoot, wearing a white bikini with gold hoops at the hips and between the cups of the breasts. Her silvery blonde hair was pulled up into a stylish ‘messy on purpose’ bun held in place by what looked like a pair of fancy chopsticks with white handles decorated with a soft floral motif.