Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Look at all of the muscles around here,” I say as I point to a large rock jutting out of the ocean that’s full of them.
She eyes my arm instead of where I’m pointing. “I see them,” she whispers under her breath. “Lots of beautiful muscles.”
I chuckle as I head over and start scraping some off with a rock. I’m not sure which is the best way to cook these. Maybe steaming them? I’ll have to experiment a little to get it just right.
Wendy ventures out to where the waves are crashing into the big pointy rocks. Every so often a huge wave hits and splashes her.
The adorable laugh that comes out of that girl puts a wide smile on my face and makes my insides feel ultra-awake, like I’m fully present for the first time. It’s a strange feeling being in her presence. I’ve never crushed so hard on someone before and it’s a bit unnerving, although it’s thrilling at the same time.
She lets out a high-pitched scream and runs along the large rock in a panic. I’m already leaping over rocks to get to her when I see a tiny crab chasing her. Its little claws are snapping in the air while she runs right into my arms.
She jumps onto me and I catch her, wrapping my arms around her tight. Her legs wrap around my waist and I have to struggle not to get hard with this beauty pressing her soft tits against my chest while she clings to me.
This place is paradise and this girl is heavenly.
She’s giggling as she looks back at the angry crab who’s patrolling the edge of his rock with his claws in the air, making sure she doesn’t come back.
I got her now. She’s not going back. I might never let this sweet girl go.
My heart is thundering in my chest with the feeling of this girl’s soft supple body against me. It hits me how much I want her, how much I need her.
The thought of having her against me like this with no clothes, with nothing between us, just our two naked bodies writhing and grinding against each other… fuck…
“Thank you,” she says as she drops her feet back down on the rocks. I reluctantly let her go. “I lost my flip-flops on the swim over here.”
She lifts her foot to show me the soles of her feet. “They’re like leather now,” she says with an adorable giggle. “I bet I could walk across a room full of LEGO and not feel a thing.”
“That would be impressive,” I say as we both chuckle. “I guess I should ditch my shoes too then. I have some catching up to do.”
I slip off my shoe and show her the bottom of my foot.
She shakes her head in mock disapproval. “Baby soft,” she says as she runs her fingertips over it. “We’ll have to toughen you up, city boy.”
I keep my shoes off as we get back to exploring the area. Just like I suspected, there are all sorts of different species of tropical fish in assorted sizes and colors swimming around the rocks. I spot a lobster too and a stingray swimming further out. There’s even seaweed that is probably edible, although I’ll leave that to another day.
“So, you said that was your grandfather’s plane?” she asks as we walk back with the muscles stuffed in my shoes. “Where were you going with it?”
I sigh as reality comes crashing down and the pain of loss comes seeping back in. “He died,” I say with a heavy sigh.
“I’m sorry,” she says as she reaches out to touch me but then drops her hand before she makes contact. “Were you close?”
“Yeah. He was a bit of a wild soul. Did whatever he wanted. I always looked up to him for that.”
“Like what?” she asks. “Can you give an example?”
“He moved to Costa Rica by himself when he was seventy,” I say with a chuckle. “And not in a city or a tourist area either. Right in the jungle on a secluded beach.”
“Sounds like he’d love this place,” she says as she looks around.
I look at her. “I think he’d love you.”
She smiles shyly as we arrive at the stream. I take her hand and guide her over the slick rocks.
“On his deathbed, he asked me to bring the plane back to the States. Said it would be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He said he could feel it.”
“Boy, was he wrong on that one!” Wendy says, laughing with a snort.
I’m not so sure. Maybe Gramps knew what he was talking about after all.
“He told me the plane will take me right where I need to go. Said it always did.”
“Well, he’s zero for two,” she says as we continue through the jungle. “Sorry he didn’t have better advice for you.”