THAT MIAMI GLOW
Ranger POV
Chapter 3: A
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Another reason for our break was to show Stephanie around Miami and all the wonderful places to visit. Not the touristy type of places, but I wanted to share the places I knew, to share my memories with her. Most importantly, I wanted to make her happy in those places where we could relax and enjoy each other's company and make our own together-memories. And wouldn't you know it, a couple of weeks soon became a couple of months.
Visiting the highlights of Miami, and then some island hopping in the Florida Keys, which she loved most of all, made my time pleasurable as well. It was all the more enjoyable for me seeing it all through her eyes. Her joy and excitement were easy to read. Seeing her relax was wonderful, with the overwhelming peace that finally enveloped her with our great escape. There were so many times when she just smiled and sighed wistfully. Yes, our vacation was our great escape.
In Key Largo, I dared Stephanie to go kayaking with me through the mangrove tunnels, with a tour group. We opted for the three hour adventure, rather than the eight hour one. Her initial fears of alligators lurking in amongst the "creepy-looking" mangrove roots was soon dispelled by the very informative tour guide who explained the types of things to look out for, drawing our attention to the display charts. I tried to talk Steph into single kayaks but she was afraid she'd tip it over. After that she was fine, with me being the power driver at the back, so I could watch her reactions, and take photos. She was fascinated by the clarity of the water, the jelly fish, some colourful fish and even a sea turtle. Finding out about the importance of the mangroves for the wildlife and sustaining this precious ecosystem made her curious. The further we paddled the more relaxed she became, and she even paddled some of the way, getting into a good rhythm.
We had a tasty picnic lunch at the hotel and swam in the pool for a while until things got a bit racy. Wearing those cute bikinis, then rubbing sunscreen on her sexy body accompanied by her sexy moans as I massaged, was doing me in. I might have got carried away with the sunscreen.
"I think you have covered that area already, Batman," she purred, as my hands were massaging her back and her sides, close to her breasts.
Yes, I definitely got a bit carried away. I got her to roll over to avoid getting too sunburnt, of course, having to rub in some more sunscreen. Up her long legs in long slow sweeps had her moaning again.
"Carlos, there are other parts exposed to the sun, you know."
"But I love your long legs, your thighs and higher," I husked with a little growl.
Covering her arms, shoulders and then her chest, where somehow my fingers wandered inside her bikini top to brush over her already erect nipples. Yes, I was enjoying myself and Stephanie did too.
"Oh-h, Carlos," she half whined on a moan, "so good. But I'm pretty sure my nipples don't need any sunscreen."
I grinned wickedly at her as she leaned up on her elbows looking at me over her sunglasses.
"You're a bad boy, Batman."
Her stomach was my final destination, caressing her sweet curves, and my fingers may have sneaked under her bikini top, just a bit. Okay. I confess, they also wandered inside her bikini bottom, gently sweeping over her sex. Uh oh. We have ignition! Yes! I smirked.
Stephanie suddenly shot up and yanked my arm, pulling me towards our room. Before the door was even fully closed I had her naked, having undone the ties on her bikini top earlier. But my impatience showed as I ripped off the bikini bottom. Madre Dios! I love how responsive she is.
That afternoon we had planned to hire a jet ski, but the water was too choppy. Instead, we hired a motorbike and found our way to some touristy shops. One in particular appealed to me: a surfing shop which had a complete range of swim wear. A girl can't have enough bikinis. Okay, I confess. Sometimes, in my … eagerness to get her completely naked … they might, er … sigh … they might accidentally get ripped off her sinful body. So, the importance of being prepared with multiple options seemed like a practical idea.
"Oh. Carlos! What about these? I think you might like these," Stephanie teased while holding up a particularly teeny tiny bikini, with a mischievous grin on her face as she waggled the tiny scrap of a bikini. I snatched them from her hand. The bikini top was tiny triangles which would just cover her nipples, but the bottom was barely there, a triangle at the front and the back was basically a thong. Yeah! Me like-y very much! Stephanie just chuckled and rolled her eyes at me.
"Oh Carlos. What about these?"
I looked at her, holding just bikini bottoms, without a top. Hm. I could go with that but only if we were alone.
"Not for me silly! For you," she giggled. Right. Uh oh.
"Hm … Why are they called Budgie Smugglers? That's a weird name. They're not swim shorts. They're swimwear for guys."
I grinned at her curiosity. Then she really started to laugh and her laughter made me smile. Once she caught her breath, between hiccups she showed me her treasured loot.
"OH. MY. GOD! You gotta get these! Crispy Dremes! And these ones, Subway Footlong! Holy shit! Obscene Aubergines! And this one sounds so perfect for your delicious junk, Passionfruit!"
Her laughter turned into teary hysterics as she doubled over at the names with the motifs so cleverly illustrated. I tried to maintain a deadpan expression, but her joy is infectious. I failed. She had half a dozen and I had to stop her.
"Awww. You just have to get these! So cute! Little rubber duckies!"
"Babe! I am not wearing cute little rubber duckies. I will lose my man card. But, you gotta know, these won't fit me, not with my … anatomy."
I chuckled and grabbed her for a more than friendly cuddle.
She suddenly snatched another pair from the well-stocked display. Her eyes sparkled.
"Oh. This is my new favourite! Chilly Willies! Omigod! I have to stop! Sex Panther! That is so you! Totally! Ooh," she moaned, "you are so my sexy Sex Panther!"
She made a sexy little growl. And off she went again. The store manager was laughing along with Steph's enthusiastic response, which caused a few curious customers to check out the range as well. I wonder if she could get a commission?
"But … why are they called Budgie Smugglers? I don't get it. What's a budgie? And what is it about smuggling it?"
I grinned at her bewildered expression.
"In Australia, Speedos were worn by swimmers, serious swimmers, divers and surf lifesavers, and regular men too. It's a big part of the beach culture in Australia. But many wear boardies like we do. Speedos, or budgie smugglers, are ideal in competition, like Iron Man and general surf carnivals, since they are tight fitting and there is no drag. Water polo players often wear two pair, in case one gets ripped off." Her eyes widened at this. I continued.
"They say budgie because it's short for budgerigar. They are actually a small grass parrot, native to Australia, and they are fondly called budgies. You can buy them here in pet shops, anywhere in the world now, but we call them parakeets."
"Did they smuggle a parakeet in there?" confused, she had to ask.
"No, of course not, but they somehow emphasise the bulge of their bulging genitals making it seem like there is something stuffed in there. One of my Aussie friends, Jacko, also referred to them as banana hammocks."
She burst out laughing at that, visualising way too much. Then I took on a serious expression.
"What?"
"Querida. A budgie is only a small bird."
"Omigod! This swimwear is too small for you and that monster you have!" she whisper countered. "You'd have to have a parrot smuggler! Or a cockatoo!" And with that she dissolved into another fit of teary giggles.
"I will stick to board shorts, Babe."
"No fair."
"Sure, it is. Too much information for the enemy," as I head-pointed to the circle of ladies eyeing me speculatively. "They don't need to see which way it hangs. For your eyes only."
"What is that saying? Ah yes, truth in advertising." She grinned.
"That's my point exactly, Babe. I am not about advertising. Now, let's pay for these bikinis."
After that hilarious shopping venture, Stephanie came away with a nice selection of bikinis, and I indulged her pouty lips and puppy dog eyes by letting her choose three of the budgie smugglers in a larger size. But, mischievous as she is, she bought each of her dearest Merry Men, namely Tank, Bobby, Lester and Hector, a personalised pair. I couldn't stop laughing at the thought of their reactions. Lester wouldn't be a problem at all. Hector neither. Come to think of it, he would be very pleased in fact. We put a lot of thought into that selection process. The manager arranged for delivery to our hotel, first thing in the morning, at no charge. Stephanie was good for sales.
Driving back, with Stephanie hugging my back, every now and then she chuckled at her mischief. She makes me smile. Stephanie is so much fun. I feel so light-hearted in her company. Coming down here was definitely a brilliant plan. Good for both of us.
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TBC
So … who do you reckon of the MM will get which one of the budgie smugglers? Or is there another name you like?
FYI: My husband swims every other day, and, you guessed it, he doesn't wear board shorts, since he swims laps. No drag, you see. ; - ) And, he was a surf lifesaver growing up on the beach, and he played water polo. He was also junior Iron Man champion and competed in the Nationals on the east coast. He prefers Speedos.
A/N The disclaimer, of which I was remiss in not mentioning earlier: The characters you recognise belong to Ms Janet Evanovich. I'm just taking them out for some fun in the sun. Not making any money. Any mistakes are mine.
FYI #2: Found this priceless list of alternative names for Speedos, some from different parts of the world:
Marble Sack
Banana Hammock
Grape Smuggler
Australian Dick Sticker
Nut Hut
Boner Suit
Scrote Tote
Nantucket Nad Bucket
Sausage Sling
Portuguese Pud Purse
Ouch Pouch
Cock Sock
Peach Pit Papoose
Ballbushka
Lolly Catcher
Daytona Dong Sarong
Nugget-Hug-It
Brazilian Ball Bag
Manberry Pudding Pack
Miami Meat Tent
Saint-Tropez Truffle Duffle
Bratwurst Bath Cap
Pickle Pincher
HAHAHA. Enjoy.