by A. Anders
“Good. And don’t forget, you’re doing an excellent job. It may not seem like he’s appreciating what you doing, but I can promise you that he is. Just stick with it.”
“Thanks,” she said before realizing that her glass was empty.
Leaving the penthouse, Cara headed to the spa. As Brik had promised, her name had been added to the reservations.
“What type of treatment are you looking for today?” the petite woman dressed in white asked.
“I don’t know. All of them?” Cara replied apprehensively.
The woman gave a thin lipped smile. “Good choice.”
Never having been to a spa, Cara didn’t know what “all of them” meant. What it had meant was four continuous hours of pleasure. It started with her getting naked and being smeared with mud, and ended with a two hour massage.
Having her hand dipped in paraffin wax was her favorite. There was something about it that made her feel comforted. The fact that she was getting massaged at the time didn’t hurt. And the gentle music and cucumber smell really enhanced the experience.
Not ready to leave once the massage was done, Cara was escorted to the steam room. Although it wasn’t empty, the thick steam made her feel like she was alone. It gave her time to think. Or, more precisely, it gave her an opportunity to let her mind wonder where ever it may.
This is wonderful, she thought. The only thing that would have made it better was if Mars was there with her. He would probably get a lot of benefit from having a day when he could take his mind off of all the pressure.
“That’s it,” she suddenly said aloud. “I need to give him a day off. Like, a real day off.”
“Shhh,” a voice said through the steam.
“What? Did you spring a leak or something? Don’t shish me,” Cara said before getting up and heading to the lockers for her clothes.
Dressed, Cara wandered the hotel knowing what she was looking for but not where to find it. She had seen it somewhere on her travels but hadn’t noted where.
On the first floor, through a hallway connected to the lobby, she found what she was looking for. There sat a row of people all of them selling activities that visitors could do.
“Hi there,” she said to the attractive older woman with Sandra on her nameplate.
“Hello,” the woman said with a slight island accent.
“I’m looking for an activity for me and… my boyfriend,” Cara said assuming that Sandra would never know the difference.
“I can help you with that. What were you thinking?”
Cara scanned all of the brochures beside Sandra’s table and saw something she was sure would give Mars exactly what he needed. The question was, would she be able to get Mars to do it?
Chapter 4
Cara
At eleven in the morning the next day, Cara headed to the studio knowing that Mars should already be there. Busting open the door she entered with authority. Startled, Mars looked around. He didn’t look pleased to see her, but Cara didn’t care.
“We are taking the day off,” she announced.
“We? Since when are you doing any work?”
“Say whatever you want, you’re not getting out of this.”
“Getting out of what?”
“It doesn’t matter because you’re going,” Cara explained.
“Going where?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Okay,” Mars agreed to Cara surprise. “Are we going right now?”
Cara paused. “Wait, you know what? It does matter a little because you can’t go dressed like that,” she said pointing at the jeans that he was wearing.
“Okay. Then how should I dress?”
“Actually, how about I walk you to your place and I’ll tell you once we get there,” she said with a devilish smile.
Mars got up without a word and led Cara back to his bungalow. It was on the resort’s property but disconnected from the main buildings. Inside felt very fresh and new despite Mars’ clothes being everywhere.
“Okay, we’re here. How do I dress?”
“Put on your swimsuit, your shades, a hat, and a pair of flip-flops, then grab a towel.”
Having already packed her own stuff in the bag across her shoulder, she added Mars’ towel to it. With him in tow, she then headed to the main lobby. There they got into a van that read Exuma Powerboat Tours.
“What’s Exuma?” Mars asked Cara when the van was already on the move.
“Exuma is the name of a group of islands, I think.”
“So, we’re gonna take a powerboat to an island?”
Cara looked at Mars finally revealing her contained excitement. Instead of saying anything, she bounced in her seat and slapped her hands on his arm and chest like a little girl. Charmed by her enthusiasm, he smiled broadly. This was a side of Cara that he had never seen and he liked it.
After twenty minutes, Cara and Mars got off the van and onto the slickest looking powerboat that either of them had ever seen. On board with ten other passengers, the boat pulled out of the dock and roared its way up to top speed.
Cara held onto Mars as Mars held onto the boat for dear life. Both of them found it exhilarating. For the most part, the crystal blue water was smooth. But on the occasion that the boat hit a wave, it would launch itself into the air before returning to the surface with a bang.
Gripped onto Mars, Cara felt more turned on than she had been in her life. If fucking Mars didn’t mean bouncing off the deck and hitting the water at 60 miles an hour, she would’ve done it right there on the deck. But, knowing that it did, she just clamped her arms around Mars’ rippling torso and enjoyed a handful of his rippling abs.
An hour later they were at a small island. The water was so clear that a picture wouldn’t do it justice. You could practically see the reef 20 feet below the boat. From where they were standing, the sand on the beach looked pink. It didn’t look like a pale shade of pink either. It looked fuchsia. Everything about the island was breathtaking.
“For those of you who paid for the island tour, you can meet at the bar in two hours. And for those who purchased the ‘Snorkeling with the Sharks’ package, you need to be back on the beach in three hours ready to go,” the boat captain told the passengers.
Mars slowly turned his attention back to Cara who was practically giddy with delight. “Let me guess, you got us one of those add-ons?”
Cara shook her head bubbling over with excitement. “Guess which one.”
Mars’ heart pounded as it dawned on him. “We’re going to be snorkeling with sharks aren’t we?”
That was as long as Cara could hold it in for. “We’re gonna be snorkeling with sharks!” She exploded slapping her palms against his shoulder.
Mars fought for breath as he tried to remain calm.
“Aren’t you excited?” Cara asked oblivious to Mars’ state.
Mars looked from Cara to the open ocean. His heart slammed against the inside of his chest as if it were fighting to get out. He had never considered swimming with sharks before. It wasn’t something outside his realm of possibility, it just wasn’t what he thought he would be doing when he woke up this morning. Such things needed mental preparation.
“Yeah,” Mars said trying to gauge how much of what he felt was utter terror and how much was excitement.
As the powerboat pulled up to the dock, Cara and Mars prepared to get out. Unable to keep her hands off of him, Cara had her arms wrapped around his. Although she was too wrapped up in her excitement to notice, Mars leaned into Cara liking the feeling.
Cara and Mars spent the next three hours enjoying the beach and eating the lunch the tour had provided. It was a freshly grilled hamburger with a bag of potato chips. The whole thing felt like an authentic island adventure, but what was never very far from their minds was their upcoming swim with the sharks.
The thought of it added a spark to everything they did. Cara felt electric when she undressed revealing the same bikini she was wearing when they met. T
he two felt electric when they frolicked together in the waist high water offshore. And there were sparks flying between the two as they held hands walking the long beach surrounding the island.
When a boat horn interrupted their search for the coolest seashell, the two looked at each other. There was no question what that meant. That was the signal for people to gather to do the shark swim. Cara squeaked as she realized it and almost peed a little in her bikini.
“Are you ready to do this?” Cara asked an apprehensive Mars.
Mars opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. Looking like a deer caught in headlights, Mars shook his head, yes. Oblivious to his terror, Cara skipped her way to Mars’ side and again latched herself onto his arm.
Getting back onto the boat, the captain asked, “Are you guys ready for this?”
Cara was the first one to respond. “So excited!”
“Can’t wait,” Mars said sarcastically.
As the boat traveled the twenty minutes to the drop site, Cara sat as close to Mars as she could and latched one of her hands onto his thigh. If she could, she would’ve climbed into his body and become one with him. Short of that, she would’ve loved to fuck him right there. She knew she couldn’t, though, because it was about to be swimming with the sharks time.
“Okay, it is very important that everyone listen to the instructions. All of our visitors have returned home with all of their fingers and toes. We would like to continue that. And don’t worry if one of the sharks bites your hand off, be sure to get it back. We have plastic bags and we want to continue our perfect record,” the dive instructor joked.
Cara giggled with nervous excitement. Her skin felt like there were ants crawling beneath the surface. She could barely stay upright, and she certainly couldn’t keep still.
Cara watched as the instructor went through all the rules. She wondered why he would have to explain that no one should pet the sharks. What brainiac had to be told that? Also, they were all supposed to stay in a group at the surface while the diver went to the seafloor and fed the sharks chunks of fish. Yeah, none of this seemed like a good idea to Cara anymore.
What had she been thinking? No person in their right mind would deliberately put herself in water that was being chummed for sharks. There was no way that she could see herself doing that now that the time came.
Cara turned to Mars and pulled his arm to lower his ear. “I can’t do this,” she said barely retaining control of her lips.
“What do you mean?” Mars asked unsure he had heard her correctly due to the terror-filled ringing in his ears.
“I can’t do it. I can’t go swimming with sharks. What was I thinking? I wanna live!”
Mars stared at Cara for a second before his eyes focused. “Cara, you can do this.”
“I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can. You are about the most fearless person that I’ve ever met. Let me tell you, if there is anyone on this boat that could swim with sharks, it’s you,” Mars said sincerely.
Cara moaned for a second thinking about it. “I don’t know.”
Pulling away from Cara completely, Mars turned to face her and grabbed her shoulders. “You can do it. And when you’re done, you’re gonna be so glad that you did. From what I know of you so far, when the time comes for you to get into the water, you’re gonna have to stop yourself from jumping in doing a cannonball.”
Listening intently, Cara giggled at the thought.
Mars smiled.
“You know I’m right. You got this. Not only do you got this, but you are about to make swimming with sharks your bitch,” he said confidently.
Cara smiled having heard all of the really nice things Mars had to say. She wasn’t sure who it was that he was describing, but she really wanted it to be her. So instead of wuzzing out like some sort of coward, she shifted her mindset to someone who was about to leash a pair of sharks and ride them like skis.
“You know what? You’re right. I got this. I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
After the diver entered the water with his sealed chum bucket, the passengers were ushered into the water after him. Cara looked ahead and found herself the fourth person in line. She wasn’t sure how she ended up ahead of Mars, but she did. She thought of it as him having her back.
With the first three people in the water, the boat’s captain gestured for her to sit on the back platform of the boat. She sat and dangled her flipper-covered feet in the waves. Her heart raced knowing that there was a swarm of sharks just beneath her. What the hell was she doing, she considered again. But, not having enough time to give it serious thought, she felt the captain’s hand on her back slowly pushing her in.
Not fighting his urging, Cara eased forward and disappeared into the warm mysterious ocean. As soon as she could, she looked around. It didn’t take long to find the sharks. There were about fifteen of them in a swarm. Most of them seemed to remain focused on the diver and his chum bucket, but every so often one would break off from the pack and explore the bodies floating at the surface.
When Cara felt something touch her side, she nearly snapped her back turning towards it. Her body tensed in a panic until she saw that it was Mars. In that brief moment, Cara’s entire life flashed before her eyes. And the one thing that became crystal clear to her was that she hadn’t had nearly enough sex.
With Mars by her side, Cara suddenly felt more confident. Pointing ahead to a spot nearly above the diver and swarm, Cara swam towards it. Without realizing it, she was leading their group.
Wanting to stay together, all of the swimmers followed her to their designated position just on the edge of the swarming pack. When they were in place, the diver opened his bucket and began hand feeding the sharks. It was quite a sight. Cara had never seen anything like it.
Her whole life she had watched shark week and had viewed sharks as unstoppable man eaters. But here they were acting like oversized goldfish. Cara was amazed and she immediately got the impulse to do something else.
As the first of the sharks swam close by, Cara reached out her hand. It was too far away. When the second did, this one seemed to have a mission. It was heading to Cara like it was ready to feed. Seeing it coming, she pulled her hand back. At the last second, it turned. That was when Cara reached her hand out again. This time it brushed the surprisingly rough skin on the side of the shark’s dorsal fin. Not pulling away, Cara ran her hand down the length of its body.
The sensation was amazing. Never in her life had she imagined that she would ever pet a shark. It made her feel like she could do anything. She was officially a tough-ass bitch.
After what felt like thirty minutes but what could have been much shorter, the diver resealed his bucket and signaled for Cara and her group to get back on the boat. As it ended up, she and Mars were the last two to get on board. As when she entered the water, Mars had her back.
When Cara resurfaced and climbed onto the boat, she felt like a new woman. She was sure that there was nothing she couldn’t do. Stepping out of the way and waiting for Mars, she pulled off her flippers and watched longingly as one of the most gorgeous guys she’d ever seen ascended.
Watching him, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. Once he had his flippers off, she grabbed his taut waist and tilted her head back lifting her lips to his. He looked down and they kissed.
Parting her lips she invited Mars’ tongue within. Her mind exploded as their two tongues touched. She lost herself in their kiss. She could feel herself becoming aroused. And when she felt the same thing happening to him, she pulled away knowing that the deck of the crowded powerboat wasn’t the place to have him fuck her brains out.
Without a word, Cara and Mars took a seat at the front of the boat. With her hand gently caressing the inside of his thigh, Cara couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do to her. Every so often she would no longer be able to contain herself and she would lean across him and get a kiss. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever met in her life. And she was just c
ounting the seconds before she would feel his thick cock slipped into her now dripping pussy.
The powerboat only returned to the island long enough to collect the rest of the passengers. She watched everyone board the boat happy and a little exhausted. After five hours in the sun, she had to admit that she was a little tired to.
As the speedboat bounced across the ocean during its hour-long trip back, Cara had a lot of time to think. Although she hadn’t promised Brik anything, she couldn’t help but think about the request he had made. He had asked her not to sleep with Mars. Had there been a reason for that? Was it a good reason?
Cara looked over at Mars again. When she turned, Mars leaned towards her and kissed her lips. She really liked him. There were times, like when she watched him work and now, that she could imagine spending a lot more time with him. So why was it that she had suddenly become hesitant to do what they both obviously couldn’t get off the boat fast enough to do?
After what actually felt like two hours as they rode back, Mars took her hand and led her onto the dock and into the commuter van. As they sat, it was Mars’ turn to caress the inside of Cara’s thigh. Cara liked it, but at the same time, she couldn’t get Brik’s request out of her head.
Why was she thinking about Brik now? She had made sure to get that sex clause out of their deal. So why did Cara now care that Brik had once wanted it in?
Having left the van and entered the lobby, Mars took Cara’s hand in his and led her towards his cabana.
“Wait. Stop. I don’t think we should do this,” Cara said still unable to explain why.
“Do what?” Mars asked confused.
“You know, what we’re doing. Going back to your place to have sex.”
“Yeah, so let’s go do it,” he said gripping her hand and trying to lead her away.
“No, wait.”
“What’s the matter?” He asked with frustration in his tone.
“I don’t know.”
“Then why don’t we go do this and then figure that out in the morning?” Mars asked with a smile.