There is nothing like a four-day weekend in the Bahamas.  My dear friend Lidia and I decided on a whim to treat ourselves.  We stayed in a moderately priced inn, and spent most of our time swimming and sunning in the pool area of the exclusive, ridiculously priced grand hotel across the street.  This trip was all about relaxation and just generally getting away from it all.  I was not planning any romantic escapades, or even meeting anyone at all.

After getting chased out of the fancy pool, Lidia and I planned to spend the rest of the afternoon at our own pool area.  It was not as luxurious, but the pool was big, the lounging chairs were comfortable, and there was a mini Tiki bar exactly 22 steps from our room.  To save on finances, we bought a bottle of Captain Morgan to mix with diet sodas that we plucked from the nearby vending machine.  I reclined in my chair and sunned myself as I threw back a number of these little concoctions.

A water volleyball game got started in the pool with several participants.  Lidia and I, feeling no pain or inhibitions, joined the game.  Regardless of my quickly developing drunken state, I was labeled the team MVP.  I was flirting mercilessly with this beautiful man named Joe.  During our flirtations, he mentioned that he was a boat captain. I informed him that this must be the day of “the captains” for me.  He asked if Lidia and I would join him and his friend Benny, to try conk for dinner later that evening.  It was impossible to say no to his unbelievable blue eyes!

We took a long nap after too much sun and drinks.  Next, we caffeinated ourselves, and got ready for a night on the town.  I felt like I looked better than I ever had in my life as I took the last glance in the mirror.  We sampled the fried conk, and then jumped in a cab to go dancing.  The nightclub was really cool.  The floor looked like one of those Simon-games of the 80’s, and there were several hidden back-rooms.  The four of us chose one to have drinks along with our own private dance party in.  The flirting between Joe and I turned into making out and exploring one another in a dark corner.  Lidia and Benny disappeared at some point, but we hadn’t noticed when or where.  I was shocked at my own behavior.  I had never acted this way in semi-public.  I did not even know this guy, but we were completely all over each other.  His face, his body, his voice, everything was so hot! I wanted him so bad!  Once I felt his remarkable hardness, I wanted him even more.  My mind was racing.  Was I actually going to take this man right here in a night-club?  All my life, I have taken on the role of a “classy broad”, that was all about to go right to shit!

I was sitting on a booth as Joe sunk onto his knees on the floor and between my legs.  His large hands gripped my rib cage as he kissed my exposed abdomen.  He reached under my skirt and slid off my thong.  I did not stop him.  I was relieved to see him quickly slide on a condom before he pulled me on top of him.  He just held me there for a moment with his huge member inside of me.  He kissed my neck, and looked into my eyes.  I never imagined that I would ever experience something like this during my life, so my eyes began to tear.  I knew I was never going to see him again, and the passion started to shift into a deep ache.  He whispered that this is not the end for us, and started kissing me passionately once again.  Something clicked inside of me, and I began grinding into him, screwing him like some sort of animal.  It did not take either one of us very long to climax once the ravenous grinding had ensued.

Too soon, we were in the cab on our way back to our inn.  Lidia and Benny went to bed, separately.  Joe and I lay out by the pool and talked all night long.  He lived in Florida, and I in Vermont.  His livelihood was piloting boats for rich people, something he could never do in New England.  I had a successful career, and could not give that up either.  I felt like I had fallen in love with this man, but there was no hope.  We talked about how we would just enjoy tonight and made love in my favorite lounge chair, in the hot tub, then in the pool.  As the sun was coming up we said goodbye.  Every time I looked anywhere near his eyes, I cried.  I felt weak, helpless, and ashamed of how clingy I felt.  He was leaving today.  We exchanged phone numbers, but I was pretty sure we would never see each other again.  We did talk on the phone a few times.  We tried to organized rendezvous here and there.  But we never saw each other again.  It took a few months for me to get over him, but eventually I did.  There will always be a special place in my heart for Joe, and I will always have a little body-quiver every time I hear the word “captain”.