A Little Sunshine

by Abbie Adams

  "Shark," he said, pointing. She shivered and when they were safely back on the boat, she turned to him.

  "It's a good thing we went on the jet-ski first because there is no way I'm getting back in the water."

  "Sunny, that shark was way off-shore," he said. "I'm sure you would be perfectly safe."

  She rolled her eyes. "Haven't you ever seen Shark Week on TV? There are millions of different types of sharks out there."

  "Babe, the only shark you need worry about is wooden." He dodged out of her way when she lifted her hand but didn't scold her. He simply shook his head and didn't even make her wade the few feet to shore when the boat returned to the beach. Instead, he carried her the entire way and didn't set her down until they were back at their chairs.

  It had been a fun day full of sea, sun, and sand but when he asked if she was ready to go inside for a bubble bath, she was more than ready. He'd shown her how wonderful being outside could be but her body quivered at the thought of his hands running over soap-slickened skin again.

  A half-hour later, she looked up from the mound of bubbles. "Really?" she asked, her face coloring with more than the heat of the steam filled bathroom.

  "Yes, really," Trent said, patting the edge of the large tub. "Sit right here, please."

  Sunny took his hand and allowed him to help her out of the water and then took a seat. She'd read a lot of age-play books on her Kindle that included scenes of what he was asking, well, more informing than asking, but none of her fantasies had included having her Daddy kneeling on the floor between her spread legs and lathering her pubic hair with shaving cream. It was both embarrassing and terribly erotic. She couldn't contain a few soft mewls when he ran his fingers over each strip of skin bared with the passing of the razor. When he bent forward, she held her breath thinking he was finally going to kiss her in a different spot and she was right—but wrong at the same time. He placed a kiss on the flat of her tummy before sitting back and then standing.

  "Beautiful," he said, once more taking her hand and helping her back into the tub so he could finish the rest of her bath. He dried her hair and then departed to change for dinner. Sunny's thoughts were swirling almost as much as her insides. Every time he touched her… hell, every time he looked at her, she wanted more. He was making her so very cherished and loved but he was also making her so horny that she was afraid she'd either self-combust or have to find some Mercado that sold panties. She'd already gone through almost every pair she owned.

  She wore a yellow sundress to dinner and unlike the dress the evening before, this one wasn't swirly but instead hugged all of her curves. When they danced afterwards, it seemed there was far less twirling and dipping and far more being held close with one hand while the other stroked down her back or fingers trailed down her side or arm. They could have been dancing with a hundred other couples on the small floor but she felt as if they were alone, their dance private where every move, every sway to the island music was drawing her closer and closer to a crashing crescendo.

  "You are incredible," Trent said, leading her off the dance floor. "There is not a single man here who hasn't been drooling."

  "Nuh uh," she countered, her hand in his. "There are a lot of far more beautiful women here."

  "None as beautiful as you. It may be dark, but your eyes and your incredible smile have you glowing like it's the middle of the day. Just remember, you are my little sunshine, Sunny girl."

  His lips crushing hers as they stood on the edge of the dance floor had her knees shaking and her blood racing. His hand moving to press against her lower back had her very skin wishing they were both standing naked so that her flesh could feel his as the breeze caressed them both. By the time he released her, she was panting and her nipples were hard as diamonds and aching as they pressed against the bodice of her dress. When he knelt again to remove her shoes, she prayed he couldn't see up her skirt and discover that her panties were becoming soaked. But, when he took her hand and led her down to the beach, she could only feel a moment of disappointment that they weren't heading back to the room. She'd told him she loved him and told him she trusted him. If that were true, then she needed to let him lead them. If he were to be her Daddy, and please, God, one day soon, her lover, she needed to learn to let him have control. Squeezing his hand with her fingers, she looked up.

  "If I am your sunshine, Daddy, you are my moon and stars."

  He smiled and pulled her into his arms. "Then, we shall never be apart for if the sun isn't in balance with the moon, the entire world is out of orbit."

  "That's a big responsibility," she teased, holding onto his hand as she circled around him, his body turning as well.

  "Don't worry, angel, I'll make sure we never tip off our axis." They kissed under the full moon, millions of stars twinkling against the blue-black sky and Sunny knew that as long as she was in his arms, her entire world was just perfect.

  * * * * *

  "Don't ever stop."

  Trent grinned as she flopped backwards onto the bed. She was just too darn cute as she gave an exaggerated moan. He looked down the length of his body and felt his cock growing even more uncomfortable in his suit. If he didn't stop soon, he'd not be able to stop himself from lifting her up, turning her over and pulling off the suit she was wearing. She might be a little thing but God, she was perfectly proportioned. The feet he currently had on his lap while he gave her a foot massage were adorable with her freshly polished toenails. Her newly tanned legs were slim and sleek and led up to the most perfect ass he'd ever had the pleasure of spanking. He swallowed hard thinking of what lay beneath that sexy little bikini. It had taken a great deal of control not to press his lips to those freshly denuded lips hidden by the gusset of that polka-dotted bathing suit. Her waist dipped in, her abdomen was flat, and her belly button was a place where he definitely wanted to dip his tongue. Perfectly sized breasts heaved beneath that skimpy top and the entire gorgeous body was topped with a face that took his very breath away.

  Forcing himself to remember that it was not yet time, he took her little toe and gave it a wiggle and then recited the age-old rhyme about the little piggies. By the time he was wiggling her toe again, she was laughing and squirming. Yup, it was definitely time to get off of the bed.

  "Come on, little girl, we've got an ocean to explore." He pulled her into a sitting position and kissed the tip of her nose.

  "Are you sure there won't be sharks?"

  He was sorry he'd ever pointed out the dark shape swimming beneath the water while they were para-sailing. He'd never considered that his comment would cause her to worry about going into the sea again. "Yes, baby girl, I'm sure, but if you don't want to go, I'll understand. I'll kick myself forever for ruining your fun, but we could do something else if you'd prefer."

  Sunny bent forward and kissed his cheek. "No, if you say there are no sharks, then I believe you. Let's go see Flipper."

  An hour later, he knew she was reconsidering her words when she squealed and leapt into his arms, climbing up his body like a little spider monkey. "Sunny, it's just a dolphin."

  She looked back at the fin slicing through the water. "Are you absolutely positive?"

  The answer came from the tour guide standing next to them. "Si, señorita. I promise, there are no sharks in this enclosure." Trent was extremely grateful that the man didn't mention that there were indeed sharks several enclosures over. He'd never had gotten her to release him if she knew that some people actually chose to swim with nurse sharks instead of enjoying Flipper.

  At a command, he heard Sunny gasp as the dolphin rose above the water to dance across its surface on his tail before diving deep. When she squirmed to get down, Trent set her on her feet and they watched as the dolphin leapt from the water and executed a perfect somersault before disappearing once again beneath the water. The wave created by the mesmerizing maneuvers washed over them causing Sunny to throw back her head and laugh.

  "Oh, do it again," she said, her eyes bright.
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br />   The guide had obeyed and then his assistant brought the dolphin closer to allow them to stroke his smooth, gray skin.

  "He's beautiful," Sunny said, "so soft." The dolphin made that distinctive chortle, causing her to laugh again.

  Trent stood waist deep in the water and watched as Sunny clung to a short body board after the guide led her out to the other side of the enclosure. He grinned as he heard her surprised squeal and then her laughter when the dolphin came up behind her and, using his nose, pushed against her feet until she was flying across the water towards him. It was incredibly satisfying watching the woman he loved having the time of her life.

  They spent an hour with the animal, both taking additional rides on the board and then both clinging to his dorsal fin as he pulled them through the water. When their time was up, he watched as Sunny put her hands on either side of the dolphin's head and kissed him. "Thank you, you magnificent animal. That was the most incredible ride I've ever taken."

  They walked hand-in-hand to the other side of the bay and he'd helped her fit her mask and showed her how to breathe through the snorkel tube. When she appeared a bit leery, he assured her that he'd never leave her side. When she almost fell trying to walk with the large flippers on her feet, he'd picked her up and carried her, not releasing her until he was waist deep in the water. They held hands as they slowly swam to the arched opening of a cave. The temperature was at least ten degrees cooler in the dim interior. She'd squeeze his hand when she wanted to talk to him and he'd tread water as he held her and listened to her excited exclamations about all she was seeing. After a half-hour, he guided her out the other entrance to where a large reef begged to be explored. Dozens of species of fish darted in and out of the coral beneath the sea as they gently kicked their legs and gazed at the underwater beauty through snorkel masks. When he saw her reaching for a black sea urchin, he tugged her hand and she turned her face to him. Shaking his head, and one finger, he silently told her not to touch. She nodded her understanding and they continued to explore. When he saw a fat tubular item a bit deeper, he tugged her hand again and pointed, giving her the okay sign before releasing his hold. She returned the signal and hovered at the surface as he took a deep breath and dove for the sea cucumber. He brought it up to her and after they'd surfaced and her legs were wrapped around him again, he put it into her cupped hands.

  "This is really alive?" she said, the animal appearing to be nothing more than a cylinder shaped, slightly slimy tube.

  "Yes, and they are edible," he said, chuckling when she gave him a disgusted look. "Sort of like tofu in that they soak up whatever flavors they are being cooked with."

  "I think I'll stick with the land cucumbers," she said, "I've never been a fan of anything that doesn't have its own flavor." He dove again to return the creature to its home and they swam apart a bit now that she was accustomed to snorkeling and no longer afraid.

  After an hour, he stood up and flipped his mask up on his head and used his waterproof camera to snap several photos of his own little mermaid as she swam around him, her attention directed downward. He'd taken several underwater shots as well as she pointed out various fish.

  Frowning just a bit, he let the camera drop from its elastic wrist band and reached out to catch her around the waist. She came up sputtering, blowing water out of her snorkel tube.

  "What? I just saw a starfish!" she said and then her eyes widened. "You didn't see a shark did you?"

  Trent shook his head. "No, sweetie, but remember last night when you said I was the moon and stars?"

  Her brow furrowed but she swiped her wet hair back and nodded. "Yes, and you said we had to balance the earth?"

  "Yes, but I'm now thinking we are more like Pluto and Mars."

  "Huh?"

  "Yup," he grinned as he pulled her to him, guiding her legs to circle his waist as she lifted her arms to circle his neck. "Pluto has three moons. I might be one moon, but, little girl, your two little moons are turning as red as the dirt on Mars."

  He adored the blush that colored her face as his palms cupped her cheeks beneath the little skirt of her suit.

  "Hmmm, and here I thought it was a big responsibility before but now my Daddy is telling me we are responsible for the entire solar system?"

  "Smarty pants," he said with a chuckle that came a second before her squeal when he popped her wet cheek.

  "I thought you were worried my moons were already getting red," she teased, squeezing her legs around him just a little tighter. "Though, wasn't Pluto declared not to be a planet anymore?"

  "Smart girl," he said, bending to kiss the top of her head. "Planet or not, you are still getting a bit burned and are still my entire world." They stood still for a long time, their lips sealed together. They might have stood like that forever but another tourist captured their attention.

  "I see you've got a camera," the lady said as she pointed to the one dangling from his wrist. "I must say, I've seen a lot of newlyweds, but you two are just about the cutest couple I've ever seen. Would you like your photo taken? That way when you are old and gray and have been married as long as I have, you can take it out and remember how it felt when a forever love was just beginning."

  Trent didn't bother to correct the woman's assumption that they were on their honeymoon. Instead, when Sunny blushed and nodded her permission, Trent handed the woman his camera and they posed as she took their photo. Before he took it back, he bent and kissed his love again and when he released her, the woman was smiling. "I'm betting that last one is the best."

  They offered to return the favor when the woman's husband swam up and then stood, removing his snorkel mask. After they'd taken the couple's picture, learning the pair was on their second honeymoon celebrating a quarter century of marriage, Trent led Sunny out of the water and they enjoyed a lunch on the beach while the sun dried their suits.

  They spent the rest of the afternoon strolling through another Mercado to purchase the remainder of the souvenirs that Sunny wanted. Entering a store that was definitely far more upscale than the others, it took her a moment to become comfortable with the armed guards that were standing in the corners.

  "This place looks expensive," she whispered. "Maybe we should just go?"

  "Let's look around first," he countered and before long, she was trying to decide between various opal pendants that the clerk had displayed against a piece of black velvet.

  "God, these are gorgeous," she said, pointing out one of the stones. "They are called fire opals. Do you think the girls will like them?"

  "They'll love them, but, not that one," he said, running his fingertip along the front of one that had various tones of red, yellow and orange running through it. "That one, is for my own little girl. It looks like rays of sunshine." She blushed but nodded and chose three additional stones and they waited while the clerk measured off links of sterling silver chains and attached lobster claw closures to the necklaces. While he placed each necklace into its own velvet lined box, Trent took the fourth and draped it around Sunny's neck. "Now, for a matching ring."

  "I don't need a ring," she said, her fingers cupping the stone that hung just above the tops of her breasts.

  "That's right, you don't," Trent said, "you need two."

  "What?"

  He grinned and with the clerk's help, found a silver ring with an opal that didn’t match but did compliment the pendant. When he picked out another ring that had a dolphin charm hanging from it, she shook her head. "That is way too big for me and I really don't need anything else."

  Trent patted his thigh. "Put your foot up here." She did and gripped his shoulder as he slid the ring onto her toe. "Perfect fit," he said, when he allowed her drop her foot.

  She giggled and wiggled her foot, causing the charm to bounce. "I've never had a toe-ring and it does look awful cute. But, I only want one ring."

  Trent shrugged and said, "Okay, then, which one, the opal or Flipper."

  She slid the ring off her finger, "Definitely Flipp
er. I've got this beautiful opal necklace and that cute little dolphin is kinda sexy." She wiggled her foot again and then squealed, "Oh, look, Daddy, my toes are a different color! That polish really works!" He'd painted her toe-nails with the sun-changing polish and they'd turned dark pink in the sunlight. However, in the dimmer interior of the store, they'd lightened to a soft pink.

  "I knew that polish would be fun," he said. "In fact, why don't we go back to that store and get some of those t-shirts for the boys? I think they'd think it cool to watch the colors change."

  He took her hand and led her several shops away. "Oh, crap, I've lost my sunglasses," he said squinting.

  "I think you put them on the counter back there when we were looking at opals," she said as they entered the store.

  Leading her to a table with piles and piles of t-shirts, he kissed her cheek. "Thanks, we can run back and get them." Grabbing two shirts at random, he heard her gasp. "What?"

  "You didn't even look at those. I really don't think the boys will think that mermaids are that cute even if they do change colors." She took the shirts from him, her ponytail bobbing as she shook her head. "Why don't you run back and get your glasses and leave the shirt choosing to me?"

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, what sizes do you think we need?" He attempted to show her what he thought would fit his nephews by using his hands. Giggling, she shoved him away from the table. "Good grief, Max and Sammy aren't teenagers yet! Go…" He left her talking to the clerk as he quickly walked back to the jewelry store. When he returned, his sunglasses were perched on his head and he grinned at the pile of items she'd accumulated.

  "I thought I only had two nephews?"

  "This is what happens when you abandon me," she quipped. "I couldn't decide and then figured that since they are really a good price, I'd go ahead and get shirts for the big girls as well. You can never have enough t-shirts and these can double as sleep-shirts."