When I Look at You

Chapter 11: Perfect Day

~Kelly~

I woke up feeling refreshed. I sat up and stretched, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight poring through the window.

I had a feeling today would be a good day. We were finally in the Cayman Islands. I could hardly wait to get to the beach and soak up some vitamin D!

"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to The Grand Cayman Islands! I'm sure you all already have you excursions lined up, but, if you don't yet, it's not too late to sign up! Head down to the front desk and see what's available, but do it soon! Spots are filling up fast."

The captain's voices droned on, but I blocked him out as I saw my husband start to wake.

"I keep forgetting to look for a way to disconnect the intercom," he grumbled, taking a pillow and putting it over his face.

I grinned, and took the pillow away from him. I hovered my face over his. "I don't think we have the controls—only the captain does." I pointed above us. "We have the speaker on the ceiling, and that's about it."

"Well, he should at least wait to make his announcements until a little bit later. It's not exactly the nicest thing to wake up to," he grumbled.

I leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the lips. "Better?" I asked with a smile.

He licked his lips. "Mm, I'm not sure yet. Better try again so I can be sure."

He bit my bottom lip and grinned, then kissed him again.

He moaned, his hands roaming up the back of my nightgown. Of course, it didn't take long after that for our kissing to turn into more. Not that I was complaining!

It was almost nine o'clock by the time we had made love, showered, and gotten ready for the day. We barely had time to have breakfast before our transportation to the beach arrived. We were going with a group, since it was technically an excursion we were going on. However, once we got to the beach, we would split from our group until it was time to be picked up again.

Anyway, breakfast was great, and we barely made the shuttle to the beach, but we did.

It was kind of funny, for the seats were filled up and I had to sit up front with the driver while Matthew sat in the back with the rest of the group. It was funny because, in the Cayman Islands, the driver drives on the right side, so I was sitting in the passenger side on the left. It felt weird to be sitting there and not be driving.

Anyway, my husband being the comedian he is, has the rest of the group laughing with his jokes. Some even recognized him, and had questions about him and the show. He mentioned me, but, apparently, they were bigger fans of him than they were of me, for they talked more with him. True, the majority of the people talking to him were women, and I was in the front while he was in the back, so I didn't let it hurt my feelings too much.

However, when we arrived at the beach and piled out of the shuttle, a good looking guy from our group, who looked to be my age, came up to me with a smile as nice-looking as him. "You're even more beautiful in person. I love your work. I watch Gossip Girl just to see you."

I smiled, my hand to my heart. "Aw! That's so nice of you to say! Thank you very much!"

He grinned.

"And here I thought he watched it with me so that we could spend time together," a pretty lady, who looked to be maybe slightly older than me said, coming up to him and latching her arm with his.

He blushed. "That too, Dear!"

She smirked. "Yeah, right!" She then extended her hand to me. "You do an amazing job as Lily. It's so great to meet you. I'm Amanda, and this is my husband Bob." She glared at her husband.

He blushed some more.

I laughed. "Nice to met you both. Don't go too hard on him," I said with a wink.

Amanda smiled. "That's all right. He can buy me something nice to make up for it."

I laughed again.

They walked off then, and I grabbed onto my husband's arm.

"Well, we have three hours before we have to leave. Are you ready to enjoy the beach?" Matthew asked me.

"Let's get this party started!" I said with a smile.

He smiled too, and kissed me. Then, we headed hand-in-hand to find a nice spot on the beach.

~Matthew~

We pushed our lounge chairs together so that they were side-by-side, then Kelly took off her coverup, revealing a red bikini beneath it.

I examined her body from head to toe, and whistled. "Woah," I said in amazement. Her forty-three years had nothing on her. She had the body of a goddess!

She smiled at the expression on my face. "I take it you like it?"

I grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her body close to mine. "Oh, I love it!" I touched the tie in the middle of her bikini top. "Does this come undone if I undo it?"

She smiled. "It might. But, you're not going to find out until later. Right now, we have to put our sunblock on. Then, I want to swim!"

I sighed. "You're going to be the death of me one of these days. You know that, don't you?"

She smiled, then took the hem of my black teeshirt and pulled my shirt up.

I lifted my arms, allowing her to pull it off me.

"Black is too hot of a color to wear anyway," she said as she placed my shirt on my lounge chair. She then sat down on her lounge chair, and took out the sunblock.

"Want me to put your sunblock on?" I asked my wife.

She smiled at me. "Well, if there's no hot lifeguard to do it."

"Watch it!" I teased.

She turned her back to me, and pushed her hair over her right shoulder. Then, she smiled at me over her left shoulder. "Please?"

I kissed her. "Of course."

"Thank you, Baby," she said, still smiling as she looked straight ahead again.

I opened the bottle, and got a generous amount of sunblock on my hands. Then, I rubbed it into her back in gentle, circular motions, making sure to cover every inch of her back, neck, and shoulders.

She turned around, and I applied it to her arms, legs, and feet, even though she didn't need me to do those.

"Mm, you should be a masseuse!" she said when I got to her feet. "Then again, I'd be jealous of you rubbing up on other women. You could become a masseuse just to massage me."

I laughed. "But, if you are the only one I'd be massaging, and you already love what I do, then why would I need to become a professional?"

She smirked. "You can always improve your craft."

"Well, maybe I'm just not massaging the right areas," I said, trying my best to make my tone seductive.

It seemed to work, for she shivered despite the ninety degree heat.

"My turn!" she said, trying to take the sun block from me.

"Wait!" I held the sunblock out of her reach. "I have to get your nose first." I took out a little bit more sunblock, then reached over and rubbed it on her nose. "Even your nose is beautiful," I told her.

She smiled, her long lashes batting at me. "I think I know what we'll be doing when getting back to the ship."

I licked my lips. "Why wait until then?"

She gave me a look as if I were crazy. "Um, maybe because we're in public?"

I moved to sit down next to her on her lounge chair, despite the fact that our lounge chairs were together. I gently ran my hand over her thigh. "There are ways of getting by that, you know."

"Yeah, right," she said as if not believing me.

"There are! Especially with our celebrity statuses. Come on. Haven't you ever dreamed of us making love on the beach?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Actually, I did have a dream recently of us making love on one of those beds." She pointed over to a few yards down the beach where there were three white beds, each one with white curtains.

"Well, then we must!" I said.

She took my hand in hers, and gave me the "your crazy" look again. "How do you suggest we do that when the beach is filled with people who could easily see us?"

"The beds are off in a more private area of the beach. It's away from everything else. Besides, there are curtains," I tried. Now that she had put the idea in my head, I had to persuade her to do it. I had to have her there.

She smirked. "Go sit with your back facing me. I need to get your sunblock on."

I rolled my eyes. That was her way of saying no—end of discussion.

I closed my eyes as I felt her sunblock-covered hands run over my back. I moaned. "Mm, talk about me being a masseuse! You should be too. Only for me."

"What? You don't want my hands over other good-looking guys' bodies?" she teased. She moved her hands to my shoulders, massaging the sunblock deep into them.

"Not if they value their faces," I teased back.

She kissed my neck in response, then covered that with sunblock as well. "Don't worry. You're the only man I have any desire to touch."

"I better be!" I said. Then, I thought about what she said. I turned my head to her and smiled. "What about touching other women? Do you have any desire for that?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "What is it with men thinking two women together is hot?" She turned me around, then covered my chest with the sunblock.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It just is. Don't you find it hot when two men are together?"

She thought about it for a moment as she covered my arms with the sunblock. "I guess so. But I don't obsess over it or fantasize about it twenty-four seven."

"I don't fantasize about it twenty-four seven! I sleep for eight of those hours. Then again, I do dream about it sometimes," I joked.

She playfully swatted my arm, then handed me the bottle. "Just for that, you can put the rest of this on yourself!"

"Aw, come on, Kel! I'll behave. I promise." I crossed my finger over my heart.

She gave me a look as if she were contemplating on whether to believe me or not. Then, she sighed. "Fine! But you better!"

I nodded. "I will! A promise is a promise."

So, she massaged the sunblock into my legs and feet.

"Mm, yes. We still have to have our massage day, you know," I reminded her.

She rubbed my nose with sunblock, then recapped the sunblock bottle, having finished applying it to me. "We will. I promise." She plopped the bottle back into her beach bag, then kissed my cheek and took my hand in hers. She nodded toward the water. "Come on! Let's go swim."

I licked my lips, still admiring her body as I let her lead me into the water.

~Kelly~

"This water is so beautiful! It's so blue, and crystal clear. I love it!" I said, once we were in the water to our shoulders.

"That's because the sand is white, unlike the beaches in New Jersey," Matthew said.

I nodded. "That's probably it."

"Come here." He pulled me close, then kissed me good and hard.

I smiled when he finally broke the kiss after about a minute. "What was that for? Not that I'm complaining."

"That suit is just making me so hot," he said, his hands sliding slowly down my sides. He tugged at my bikini bottoms.

I grinned, and moved his hands away. "That's one downside to crystal clear water. People can see below. At least with the brown water, no one could see what we're doing underneath."

"Tell me about it," he grumbled. I knew he was grumpy. He always got grumpy when he didn't get to have me. Oh well. I'd make sure we made up for lost time once we were back to the ship. That was for sure.

I ran my hands up and down his back. He had been working out every day since a month before our wedding, well before we got on the cruise anyway. It had showed, for his body had lost the fat, and his muscles were formed a lot better. "I bet you I can swim faster than you."

He smirked. "What? Nice try, Honey, but no. I'm stronger, and therefor, I don't get tired as easy."

I gasped, and gently pushed him. "That is the most sexist thing I ever heard you say."

He laughed. "I'm just stating the truth!"

I nodded. "All right. If you think you're so much better than me, then put your money where your mouth is."

He raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

I thought about it for a moment, tapping my finger to my lips as I did so. "Well, if you win, I'll agree to make love to you on one of those beach beds."

He smiled. "I like that. Not that you will, but if you win?"

I grinned. "When I win, I get to burry you in the sand and take a picture of it to show my mom and the cast."

He laughed. "All right, fine. It does't matter anyway because you're not going to win."

I smirked. "We'll see. All right. We'll race from here to that buoy over there." I pointed to a red buoy that was bobbing in the water five feet away.

He nodded. "You're on!"

We both faced the buoy, and prepared to swim.

"On the count of three." I said.

Matthew nodded. "Count it down!"

"All right!" I said, my eye on the buoy. "One. Two. Three!"

He took off as soon as I said, "Three."

"Hey!" I protested, swimming after him. "You cheated!"

He laughed. "No, I didn't! You said on the count of three, and I took off on three!"

I rolled my eyes, and swam harder. "You were supposed to take off after three!"

"Sorry!" he said, not sounding very sorry at all. "Next time try to be more specific!"

I growled in annoyance, and hurried to catch up with him.

Once I finally caught up to him, I took my hand, placed it on top of his head, and dunked him underneath the water.

He coughed and sputtered when I let him back up. "Now who's cheating?" he asked.

I smirked. "So you admit, you cheated!" I said, swimming past him.

It was he who growled this time as he swam after me. He pushed me hard out of the way, and headed to the buoy. "I didn't admit anything!"

I gasped, and swam over to him. I climbed on top of his back, causing him to sink down a little.

"Get off!" he said with a laugh.

I laughed too. "Since when? You usually love it when I'm on top of you."

"Yeah, when you're on the other side of me!" he said through his laughter.

We were both trying to dunk each other, all the while laughing hysterically as we made our way to the buoy.

When we finally closed in on the buoy, we both lunged for it, practically flying in the air as we did so. When we landed, we looked to see who had gotten closer to the buoy, and therefore, won the race.

Both our hands were on the buoy, so there was no way of knowing for sure. It figured. We were so wrapped up in sabotaging the other that we had not even realized who had gotten there first.

"Who got there first?" Matthew called out to the amused people who were watching us.

Unfortunately, even they weren't much help, for their answers were a mix, it being pretty much equal.

"Well, it was hardly fair anyway," I said with a sigh. I glared at my husband. "No thanks to you."

He laughed, and held his hands up in defense. "Hey, you didn't specify if it was on or after three!"

"Then you should have asked!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Besides, I have a feeling you knew darned well I meant after three."

He shrugged, then pulled me close. "Well, then I guess the only thing we can do is say we both won."

"Or lost," I said.

He shook his head. "If you don't want to bury me, fine. But we are going to make love in one of those beds today. You mark my word."

I smirked at him. "Oh, don't worry. I want to bury you all right."

He shot me a look, and I giggled.

~Matthew~

"We're going to be here all day, you know," I said as I helped Kelly build a hole with a little plastic shovel. We had bought two pails and two shovels just so she could dig a hole to burry me in the sand. The pails had come with the shovels, so we were stuck with them.

She grinned. "It's not like you're all that tall."

"Very funny," I said, unamused. "Let's just make the hole lengthwise. I'll lie down in the hole instead of standing.

She nodded. "All right."

"So, we worked for about an hour until we finally had a hole long enough for me to lie down in. We had made it half a foot deep and a foot wide so that she could burry me easily enough.

I slowly lay down in the hole, and she buried me.

"Hurry up and take the picture! I feel like I'm in a coffin," I said. It was pretty tight quarters.

She smirked, and grabbed her digital camera from her beach bag. "Are you feeling a little claustrophobic?"

"Yes!" I said. "Anyone would, being stuck in this!"

"Poor Baby," she said, not sounding very sympathetic at all. She took two pictures, then set her camera back in her bag. After that, she grabbed one of the pails and headed out to the ocean.

"Where are you going?" I called after her.

"I'll be right back!" she said.

I waited, wondering what on earth she could be doing.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but was in reality only about thirty seconds, she came back to me with a full pail of water.

"What's that for?" I asked her.

She grinned. "Cheating." She then dumped the bucket of water over my head before I even knew what hit me.

I gasped, and she giggled.

She dropped the pail, and quickly grabbed her camera from her bag again. She snapped two pictures.

"You're going to pay for that!" I told her.

She put her camera back in her bag and giggled. "How when you're buried in the sand?"

"Kel, please!" I said. I felt wet, gross, and claustrophobic, and just wanted to get out of there.

She must have seen that on my face, for she sank down to her knees and unburied me. "I'm sorry, Baby. I couldn't resist."

"You cheated too, you know," I reminded her.

"Only after you did, which gives me full right to cheat," she insisted.

I was having none of it. I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder.

"Matthew, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Payback's a bitch!" I said.

"Matthew, Let me down!" she screamed, trying to kick her way free. She laughed, so I knew she wasn't seriously freaking out.

I brought her into the water, and gently dropped her into the water. I made it shallow enough water where she wouldn't have to worry about falling under, but deep enough so that her fall wouldn't hurt. Of course, I had lowered her a bit first. I didn't drop her from her spot over my shoulders!

She sat up, and shook the water from her hair. "You're mean," she said.

I laughed. "Oh, and you're not?"

"I was just trying to wash the sand off you," she said, trying to sound innocent.

"Yeah, right!" I held my hand out to her.

She took it, but pulled me down next to her.

I gasped.

"Now you're fully washed off," she teased with a grin.

I was going to protest, but she cut me off with a sweet kiss to my lips, her hands placed over my cheeks.

I sighed into the kiss, and kissed her back. She could do anything she wanted to me if she kept kissing me like that!

~Kelly~

We kissed a little bit more, then swam for ten minutes or so. Then, I was starting to get hungry. "We better eat before it's time to go," I said.

Matthew nodded. "Sounds good to me! Let's go." He took my hand in his, and we headed to the beach's bar and restaurant.

We got seated right away at least. It was really nice, because we got an outdoor table, and therefore had a perfect view of the ocean while we ate.

The waiter told us what they had to drink. I ordered a piña colada, and Matthew ordered a Sex on the Beach.

When the waiter had left to get our drinks, I raised my eyebrow at Matthew and smirked. "Sex on the Beach? Since when do you drink that?"

He took my hand in his from across the table. "Because I'm about to have exactly that before we leave."

My eyes darkened. "You better not, because I certainly am not."

"The beach beds aren't even being used." He looked at his watch. "We still have an hour and a half left. We have plenty of time to use them."

I sighed. "We're going to have even less time than that once we eat."

He grinned. "That's okay. I work fast."

I smirked. "You'll be working even faster because you'll be doing it yourself."

He winced. "Ouch!"

We looked over our menus, then ordered when the waiter showed up with our drinks.

While we waited for our food, we talked about what we wanted to do in Jamaica. We had signed up to swim with the dolphins, and to do a jungle tour. Also, we were going to go to the falls in Dunn's River. It was going to be fun!

Our food came, and we had a nice lunch together. It was a romantic setting, eating on the beach with the waves crashing only a few yards away from us. It made me really happy to be here, married to Matthew.

I took his hand in mine from across the table, and squeezed it.

He smiled at me, and squeezed my hand in return.

He was everything I ever dreamed of and more. I was so lucky to have him!

We ordered dessert, then, after dessert, which was incredibly good (we had ordered creme brulee), we paid and tipped our waiter, and headed back to the beach.

We lay on our beach towels for a while, enjoying the warm sun on our skin.

I looked at my watch after about fifteen minutes of lying there. We had a half hour left before we had to leave. If we were going to make love on the beach beds, now was the time to do it.

I glanced over at the beds. They were still empty. I supposed it wouldn't be that hard to make love on one without people seeing us.

I looked over at Matthew, who seemed to be staring off into the sky. He was listening to his ipod. His dark glasses prevented me from seeing his eyes.

I got up off my chair, and took his hand.

He looked over at me and smiled. He took out his ear buds. "What's up?"

"It's my turn to fulfill your part of the bargain. You let me bury you in the sand and take a picture, so..."

He took his glasses off, and looked me in the eyes. "Really?" His whole face lit up.

I sighed. "Let's just go before I change my mind."

He grinned, and practically jumped off his lounge chair. He took my hand, and practically dragged me to toward the beach beds.

As we headed to the beach beds, my heart was pounding in my chest. I was confident on the outside, but, on the inside, I wasn't so confident.

Will we really be able to pull this off? I wondered to myself. I guessed I was about to find out!

~Matthew~

We got onto the bed. I was so turned on, you have no idea. "Do you want the curtains down or up?" I asked my wife with a grin.

Kelly smiled. "I'd love to have them open, but, if we're going to do this in a public place, I think we better have the curtains down."

"We can keep them up. Nobody's watching," I said. I gently lay her down on her back as I kissed her. My hand went to the front tie of her bikini top.

She placed her hand over my hand to stop me from doing so. "We have to put the curtains down."

I sighed. "All right. If it gets you to do this with me."

I was just about to let the curtains down, when another couple came over-hand-in-hand, and lay down together on the bed next to ours. We had taken the one in the middle, and now they were lying on the one to our left.

They lay on their backs and held hands, looking up at the sky.

I instantly felt my heart sink. There went our plan, just like that!

Then, as if that weren't bad enough, a little boy, who looked to be only five, came running over to the bed on our right. He climbed up on it. "Hey, Mommy! Shelly! Come over here and see this!"

A little girl, who looked to be the same age as him, came running over. "Cool!" she said, climbing up onto the bed as well.

A lady rushed over, half our of breath. "Marcus, Shelley, tell Mommy before you two run off next time!"

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I just wanted to see the bed. They have a bed on the beach! Isn't that funny?" Marcus replied.

"Funny? I find it more of a relief!" She lay down on the bed on her back, and her kids giggled, and cuddled up next to her.

Kelly smiled at me apologetically. "I guess it just wasn't meant to be! Let's go do a little more swimming before it's time to go." She got off the bed, and extended her hand to me.

I sighed, but took her hand and got off the bed, much to my dismay. Then, I let her lead me back over to the water.

The rest of our time at the beach wasn't so bad. We swam for a bit, and even tried body boarding. We were laughing so hard. It was fun!

Then, we acted like little kids and built sandcastles. I tried to make ours out to look like mine and Kelly's house, but a sculptor I was not.

Kelly had smiled, then kissed me. "It's beautiful anyway because you made it."

I kissed her in return.

When it was time to go, we gathered up our things, and headed back to the shuttle bus.

As we headed towards the shuttle bus, I looked longingly toward the beach beds. One day, I thought to myself. One day we'll make love on one of those. It was a plan I intended on keeping.