More Sunscreen, Please
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Swing! Swapping, Swinging and Other Sinful Stories
My husband and I live on an island in the Caribbean. We own a forty-five foot trawler that has two cabins and two heads down below and lots of flat deck space topside. She has a large raised, partially shaded sun deck amidships that is covered by a comfortable cushion. We stretch out on this cushion and read, sun ourselves, enjoy the view of the islands and, at night, watch for shooting stars.
As with most boats, ours has a name on her transom for the public to see and a private name known only to her owners and special guests. Our boat’s private name is Erotic Adventure and this is one of her stories.
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The tourists had gone home. Most of the anchorages were deserted and the beaches were quiet. The sun was shining and there was just enough wind to keep us from getting too hot but not enough to roughen the sea. Perfect conditions for a long, off-season weekend. Our destination was a little cove on the south side of St. John. The plan was to go in behind the reef, pick up a mooring ball and stay a couple of nights.
