Chapter 11

"I still can't believe we did that last night"

She was still laughing about it the next morning over coffee and croissants on our balcony.

"I thought I was being romantic!" I protested, "You know, making love in the sand under the stars and all that"

"And picking the grains of sand out from all sorts of little nooks and crannies the next morning" she laughed,

"I know, but it was good fun wasn't it?"

That particular day was one of two weekly market days in Las Palmas, the island's capital, so we decided to hire a car and drive up there to check it out. It only took a couple of near misses and one irate shout of, "Hey loco greengo" before I got the hang of driving on the right hand side of the road and Jenny actually opened her eyes again.!

"Danny"

I looked across at her and saw the anxiety on her face.

"Ok darling, I'm sorry" and I eased my foot up off the throttle slightly.

"Hey Danny come and look at this!" she sounded excited so I dragged myself and my camera away from the bronze statues of the dogs which gave the Canary islands their name (as in canine) and went to see what all the fuss was about.

"Oh wow!" was all I could say as I read the brass plaque in the wall of the tiny little chapel she was staring at.

I forget the exact words but the gist of it was that Christopher Columbus was blessed in that chapel before setting sail on the voyage which led to the discovery of the new world, nowadays known as the Americas. A few well chosen words and a generous donation to the kindly old priest got us inside the chapel and we took it in turns to place our feet in the well worn ruts where the great man himself had stood centuries before, it was quite a profound feeling doing that and we came out feeling very humble indeed!

(Author's note: I actually cried after standing in those ruts, don't ask me why, but I did!)

The market was an amazing place, bustling, lively, cheerful and very noisy, Jenny loved it immediately, laughing and pointing out things excitedly like a kid, if I hadn't already been deeply in love with her, I'd have fallen for her all over again just from watching her sheer vitality and curiosity.

The wares for sale on every stall had to be examined and the price of them haggled over before she'd part with a single peseta, she bought a leather jacket, a couple of leather mini skirts, a dress, two wide belts that she said were skirts, a pair of shoes, sandals for the beach and a pair of thigh high, black leather boots with five inch heels!

"You planning on branching out into the dominatrix business then?"

"Hey yeah, I never thought of that" she giggled and I vowed to keep my mouth shut from henceforth!

I must admit that I'd always been a sucker for micro bikinis such as Wicked Weasels that I'd seen on the net, but Jenny squealed with glee when we came across a shop selling bikinis that made the aforementioned look like those old suits our great grand parents wore.

"Yep, they're definitely bloody sexy" I agreed as I resignedly reached yet again for my wallet, "But who made the rule that the less material there is in a garment, the more expensive it should be?"

"Oh stop whinging" she laughed as I handed over the entire years defence budget for a medium sized banana republic to the grinning old hag behind the counter and wondered briefly if she actually modelled them!

"You know they get transparent when they're wet don't you?" she hooked an arm through mine and pressed her soft breasts against me, her face a picture of mischief,

"I think a day on the beach seems like the thing to do tomorrow doesn't it?"

"Now how did I know you were going to suggest that?" I laughed and kissed her.

For a tour of the bars that night, she decided on one of the ridiculously short skirts she'd bought at the market along with an oversized shirt knotted just under her breasts and lace up Roman style sandals.

"Well, how do I look?" she said as she came out onto the balcony where I was sipping from a bottle of beer and looking at the die hard sun worshippers still on the rapidly darkening beach.

"Jesus Christ!" was the best I could do, but then she turned round and I added, "For fuck's sake Jenny!"

Standing upright, perfectly still she was fine, but the slightest movement lifted the hem of the skirt the extra millimetre or so that was required to allow a just a hint of two sexy little cheeks to peek out and say hello!

"I'll take that as a sign of approval then" she giggled and turned back round to lift the front up slightly giving me an all too brief glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy lips

"You'll get bloody raped like that" I growled and she giggled again as she sat on my knee and wiped her tongue around the inside of my ear,

"I'd better get raped" she breathed huskily "And you'd better be the one doing the fucking raping!)