A Damsel In Distress? A Second Honeymoon Vignette (not a continuation)

Tony and Angela were spending the week of their honeymoon in the halcyon atmosphere of Sanibel Island. The world off the island could have disappeared and they wouldn't have known the difference; or cared. Every once in a while they even emerged from their bungalow of honeymoon bliss for sustenance or to meander hand in hand along the beach, admiring the myriad seashells and the scenery.

It was on one of those evening walks that a half-smile appeared on Tony's face; he turned away to try and hide it from Angela, but there was no use, he was caught. She looked at him, her own smile questioning his without a word. "Sorry, Angela, just thinking about you and me on another beach."

He didn't think he was getting away with leaving it at that, did he? Angela's continued questioning look told him he was not. He smiled even more, "a thought just crossed my mind, that's all."

"And that thought would be?"

Tony was in trouble, bringing this topic up could open wounds he hoped were long healed; but there was no escaping the look in Angela's eyes. He acquiesced to her curiosity, after all, keeping quiet now would only have her trying to figure out what he was thinking, and he didn't want her thinking something that wasn't true.

He stopped their meandering; they were close enough to the water that the waves would caress their feet as they touched the shore. Being barefoot, they didn't mind this, they were enjoying the feel of the water over their toes and watching the impressions their feet made in the sand. The day had given them another glorious sunset, they had eaten dinner on the beach and were now relaxing in that time of day after the sun has finished its work; but it still wasn't full dark. The sky was layered with a mosaic of pinks, oranges and purples with a star or two coming out of hiding.

Angela was still semi-patiently waiting.

Tony looked at her, her hair was down; and even though he loved her hair up; he was developing a new appreciation for her hair down, there was a freedom expressed by it that he hadn't seen before. Uptight, driven Angela was being replaced by a more relaxed and tender Angela; one much more in touch with her feelings.

"I'm waiting," maybe she wasn't waiting quite so patiently anymore. Tony was drawn out of the reverie his gazing at Angela had brought him to.

He cleared his throat, "I was thinking about you and me on a beach."

"You said that already."

"Right...I did, didn't I?"

"Uh huh. C'mon Tony, what's on your mind?"

"You. Topless. In Jamaica."

"I see."

"I wish I had," Tony muttered without being able to stop himself.

"I heard that," Angela said, more delighted than accusatory.

There was no getting out of this, Tony held his hands up with a 'guilty as charged' look expression.

Angela laughed and let him off the hook.

"It would seem we have another beach at our disposal," she suggested; after all, she had an unfulfilled fantasy about that night too; not that she had ever mentioned it to Tony. In fact, she had barely ever acknowledged it to herself. Yes, swimming topless in Jamaica would have been much more fun with Tony around.

Tony looked out over the water, "we do, don't we."

"Even better, nobody else around."

"True."

"I know I packed a bikini; and I wouldn't be surprised if mother packed one; or half of one, more likely; as well. Or even more likely, she put in a note that says, 'I was going to pack you a bikini, but didn't bother. Go skinny-dipping instead. Love, Mother'."

He laughed, "that would be more her style," after a slight pause he smiled and said, "you packed a bikini?" Tony couldn't keep his enthusiasm out of his voice.

Angela leaned in to give him a little kiss, then said, "yes, I did. I don't suppose you'd care to see it, would you?"

"Me? Nah, if you've seen one bikini, you've seen 'em all."

"And I am sure you've seen more than one."

"Me? I wouldn't know, I would never stare at a woman in a bikini. I mean, why? What's to look at other than beautiful curves and luscious legs," Tony's eyes were becoming very unfocused, "the interplay of covered versus uncovered..." he trailed off. Angela started laughing, amazed he could pull that off for as long as he did. She stepped closer and put her arms around his neck, "are you sure you don't want to see the bikini I packed?" she teased. He cleared his throat, "well, Angela, if you went to all that trouble of packing it, and it seems that you want to show it to me; then how could I possibly deny you that pleasure?"

Angela tried to hold back her laughter, but it broke through in her eyes, and her smile grew even broader as she said, "how indeed?"

Their plans for the evening set, then spent a few more moments on the beach, kissing as the last beams of sunlight faded away. Then they turned and raced each other back to the bungalow to change into something much more comfortable.

Angela pulled her bikini out of her suitcase and hurried into the bathroom to change, "no peeking!" she yelled as she locked the door behind her. Tony shook his head, smiled and swiftly changed into his own swimwear, which, of course took much less time than Angela's change of wardrobe. His motivation may have helped his speed, that plus the fact that he threw his discarded clothes into any drawer and slammed it closed. After a few minutes he lost patience, "Yo, Angela; you making that bikini from scratch in there?" he asked.

"Head on down to the beach without me, Hon," she answered.

"That would be pointless," he...pointed out, "me out there alone would essentially be taking a bath without the soap; it would not be skinny dipping."

"I will meet you there. Please?" she said, although she was having a hard time keeping herself from laughing, making the sound of voice carry as worry.

"You ok, Angela?" Was she suddenly nervous about this; and if so, why? They'd been doing enough waterless skinny dipping this week that she should have no reason to be insecure. "Angela, you aren't backing out on me, are you?"

"No, I just need a few more minutes, that's all. Go on and warm up the beach for me, ok."

"Ok," he conceded, "see ya in a few." Women. Heaven knew he loved this woman, but there were so many times she still mystified him, even after all these years. That wasn't a bad thing, he mused on his way back to the beach, Angela's surprises tended to be wonderful for his libido.

At the beach, he did what any self-respecting man who knew he was going to get lucky would do; he tore off his swim trunks, tossed them under a nearby palm tree so they wouldn't be swept away by the surf, and ran into the water. Which was a little colder than he expected. He vowed that the next time they decided to go skinny dipping, it would be in the hot tub. But, one had to put up with some minor inconveniences in order to fulfill fantasies. Good thing he and Angela had been intimate for a while, otherwise he would have nixed this method of seduction from the start. As it was, he was voting for being in the water just long enough to make a dream come true, then it was back to the room. Where it was warm. And dry.

Finally, he spotted Angela walking down from the bungalow. "Whoa," his mind managed to think, although how it managed even that he never really knew because most of him was more focused on the vision walking toward him. Her hair was tousled, and she was most definitely wearing a bikini; but it was the diaphanous cover up that really caught his attention. It was white, sheer, and short; ending just below the sway of her hips. A little white bow at her neck was all that held the cover up closed. The breeze was playing with the cover up; flipping the front open to tantalize him. Not that he needed much tantalizing, the sight of the saturated blocks of color of the bikini itself juxtaposed through the sheerness of the cover up was making him forget how cold the water was.

Angela was being coy, she pretended to be embarrassed by the wind turning her into a tropical Marilyn Monroe. The wind was standing in for the breeze from the subway as it played with the gossamer fabric, causing it to float and undulate around Angela. She even emulated Marilyn by trying to keep the cover up in place against the wind; but she didn't try very hard.

"Hi," she said as she finally reached him.

"Hi," he answered, a few octaves higher than normal.

She smiled, "I hoped you would like this outfit."

"I do."

"Two of my favorite words."

"Mine too." Tony wanted to get out of the water to hug his wife, and get her out of those 'restricting' clothes; but getting out of the water would only expose him to the cold night air and that was a combination he very definitely wanted to avoid. "You coming in?" he invited.

"In a minute," she teased.

He raised his eyebrows, silently asking her for a more definite time frame. She answered by turning just slightly away from him and tilting her head to smile at him flirtatiously as she pulled one end of the bow, causing it to slip away. The wind now had free rein to give the cover up a little nudge off her shoulder, which it did. Angela did the rest of the work herself and slowly drew the garment down off her arm. Tony watched, very appreciatively. Angela then pulled the other sleeve just off her shoulder and held it there for a moment. Tony smiled at her. Throwing caution, and the cover up, to the wind, Angela let go and let the cover up fall to the ground. Tony almost applauded; instead he whistled, a long, low whistle, followed by a throaty, "wow," as she started her walk into the water.

The water lapping around her toes as she waded in was a sensation Angela found delightful; but as she knew there were far more delightful sensations waiting for her, she continued her descent toward her husband.

"Angela, I thought we were skinny dipping here."

"We are."

"You seem a little over-dressed, not much, thank goodness, but a little." Four bows, that's all that stood between him and a naked Angela. One bow at her neck, one in the middle of her back; and one on each hip. One, two, three, four; his own magical mystery tour.

"I know," she slipped into the water and sidled up to him. Putting her arms around his neck she pouted, "I don't think I can get out of this bikini all by myself. I may need a little...help."

She looked at him with such coquettish desire in her eyes that he could do nothing but succumb to her considerable charms and kiss his wife. His arms encircled her, pulling her close. He reveled in the feeling of touching her bare midriff; she wasn't even naked, yet, and she was driving him crazy. He stroked her back, from the base of her neck, over the little bit of string holding her top on, down her spine to the top of her bikini bottom. The way the smooth expanse of her back was broken up by the smallest pieces of fabric intoxicated him.

Angela felt her husband's completely naked body skimming against hers and was pleasantly surprised. She hadn't seen Tony's discarded swimwear on the beach, and had expected him, as was her plan, to disrobe in the water. This worked too though; she certainly wasn't going to argue. She wanted to be closer to him, she trailed one hand through his hair while the other draped around his shoulder. They were still too far apart and she was still too over-dressed. This called for an action neither really wanted to take; they stopped kissing.

Breathless, they leaned their foreheads against each other as they recovered their stability. When Tony was able to he affected his best gentleman cowboy voice and said, "You said you needed some help there, little lady?" If only he had been wearing a white cowboy hat, the picture would have been complete. Oh well, perhaps some other night.

"Yes, Tony; it's awful, all these knots. You'll have to use all your manly skills to untie them," she simpered, even going so far as to bat her eyelashes at him; Angela was definitely having a lot of fun tonight.

So was Tony, "let it not be said that I ever refused a damsel in distress."

This distressed damsel smiled at her hero as his hands smoothed their way up her sides and around her back to rest on that pesky knot at the middle of her back. They looked each other straight in the eye, encouraging the other without words. Angela bit her lip and let out a small giggle as she felt each of Tony's hands grasp an end of the bow and infinitesimally slowly pulled that bow into oblivion. He had to draw this out as long as he could as Angela hadn't tied any of the bows tightly. He let go of the wilted strings and rested his hands on her hips.

The bikini top started to float away from Angela's body. The waves were tugging at the top as they swished around Angela's body; pulling it away from her as they moved out to sea, then pushing it back against her as they moved toward the shore. Angela was finding the effect of this...invigorating. The water caressed her skin as it continued it inexorable pattern of rushing and receding.

Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at Tony and said, "thank you; but I think I need more help."

"It would be my pleasure, ma'am, I'm sure." There was no arguing that point. Tony then slowly traced her curves up from her hips to the back of her neck where the vexing knot of her bikini top was placed. They continued to gaze at each other as once again, each hand took an end of that bow and untied the knot at her neck, freeing her from the encumbrance of the bikini top. Tony then helped that forlorn and unwanted garment off of its owner and tossed it somewhere on the beach. Angela's wide smile told him she certainly didn't care where that suit ended up.

Their fantasy was close to coming true; Tony was naked, Angela was topless. She longed to lean in to him, for him to put his arms around her and hold her close, but the bikini still had a bothersome bottom half she needed to be rid of. Tony was teasing her, he was circling a hand around one of the bows at her hip; but he wasn't pulling.

"Tony," she whimpered.

A sly grin formed on his face; his wife was topless in front of him, he'd waited a long time for this day, sometimes even thinking it would never happen; but here it was and he was going to make sure they remembered it. Before Angela had a chance to react, he moved his hand from her hip, up her back, then around front to rest on her recently bared skin. He kissed her as he pulled her close with his other arm. Angela went weak in the knees; she put her arms around him again and held on tightly to keep a grip on any shred of balance that she could. It wasn't easy, as Tony's hand had gone from simply resting to fondling.

"Tony," she sighed, nuzzling up to him as best she could. The sensation of the water swirling around them heightened the enjoyment of all the sensations they were feeling. Tony nipped at the base of her neck, she caressed the back of his neck to make sure he didn't go anywhere. The only movement he was going to make was to drop his hand from her back to one of the ties of that obstructing bikini bottom. This time he pulled at the bow a swift tug. Angela gasped as she felt the bikini fall away.

He took a moment or two, or ten to kiss her; sliding his arms around her to feel the long arch of her back now free from hindrances. He reluctantly stopped kissing her to look her in the eye; he grinned, she didn't have time to ask him the meaning behind that grin and didn't have need to as the final bow had no chance against Tony's desire. The last bow met its fate as its three previous compatriots had, under Tony's strong, firm, decisive tug. Angela felt a little light-headed as the bikini dropped.

Now it was Angela's turn to grin as Tony dragged the bikini bottom out of the water, balled it up and threw it to join its companion piece on the beach. She had never felt so free and alive in her life; she almost couldn't believe it, it couldn't be possible that she was skinny dipping with Tony; but she was. She smiled so beatifically at her husband that he reached out to touch her cheek. She nuzzled her cheek into his hand. His other hand draped itself at the small of her back, gently moving up and down as the waves moved in and out around them. He drew closer for another tender kiss, she welcomed him wholeheartedly.

Angela's pulse was racing, she always enjoyed time in the water; but never so much as she had tonight. The water always invigorated her, but tonight her senses were heightened to a level she didn't know was possible. They stopped kissing, but Angela still felt goose bumps all over. They gazed at each other, neither one wanting to say anything that would break the spell. They didn't, they snuggled in for another kiss, taking their time to revel in the atmosphere of the night and the water and their skin touching skin. Neither was sure how much time they spent kissing; no matter how long it was, it was never time enough. As they had other considerations to take care of though, it was time to move on.

"If you ever need to be freed from being all tied up ever again, you let me know, miss," 'Cowboy Tony' was back.

"Oh, I will, kind sir; I will." She pulled away slightly and smiled broadly, then said, "Tony, I've learned something about skinny dipping."

"Yeah?" he asked, thinking she would comment on the feeling of skin touching skin in the water.

"There's a reason it's done in summer, even in Florida. I'm freezing. Can we finish this in the hot tub?"

"Yes," he agreed, most emphatically, although a little disappointed that all her goose bumps weren't caused by him. He just had to be patient though, for soon all her goose bumps would be caused by him.

A slightly shivering and naked Angela picked up her strewn clothes as quickly as she could. Tony picked up her cover up and placed it back on her. Although it did nothing to warm her up, Angela appreciated the gesture. "You do that out of gentlemanly courtesy or did you just want it on me again so you could take it off yourself?" she asked as they stopped briefly to pick up his bathing suit.

"Both," he answered as he grasped her hand to help her rush to the hot tub. They laughed as they ran, reaching the deck in a short time. They flipped the hot tub switch on then threw their bathing suits over a railing. Tony then wasted no time on seduction, he slipped that cover up off his wife so fast he almost broke the sound barrier. Laughing, they plunged into the hot tub, snuggling up to keep extra warm and finished what they had started on the beach; thoroughly enjoying their skinny dipping dream come true.