Dragon Au Naturel

Skinny dipping. How in the world had she agreed to this, Mir asked herself?

Miranda Priestly did not discard her clothes as if she was at a nudist beach colony and that it was an everyday occurrence. Never.

Swimming naked. In public in the Caribbean.

Hardly appealing. Miranda had to occasionally be naked in her townhouse luxury waterfall shower or comfy Jacuzzi bath tub. That was bathing usually alone or with Andy.

Public displays of exposure, Miranda was not keen on.

Seen on the news half naked polar swimmers or joggers for charity but still…

Blame Andrea and her blue lagoon fantasy, soft sands and warm turquoise waters.

Andrea was certain no one except both of them were nearby. No one would see them. Still take off all her clothes, in public, hesitant. Modest.

What if someone saw them? Or recognised her. Put it online like Instagram leak. A naked Beastly Priestly, Page Six would scramble for a revealing salacious image.

Andy insisted that was unlikely to happen no one read Runway. No magazine shops in sight. No paparazzi were following them.

''Come on. Mir. The waters great!'' Splashing her playfully.

Cajoled by Andy who had flung her t-shirt and shorts off with abandon at finding this spot.

What had she fallen in love with, an impulsive spontaneous savage, a heathen who began easily undressing on a beach as naked and bare to the world as the day she was born?

Scandalised at Andy.

They had packed swimsuits in their luggage, one puts on and wears along with sarongs and cover-ups' and bespoke resort wear too. Miranda had organised and packed for her everything they'd need on vacation.

From NYT Bestsellers dying to read to sandals. Miranda knew Emily had sent out Haley to fetch.

Turned off her IPhone for the next week. Knew anything to do with Runway would be handled or could wait.

Nigel had proven himself during her maternity four years ago.

Just Andy and her. Bliss.

Runway was a word not mentioned on holiday.

Deserved this vacation. Cassidy and Caroline with a four year old Delphine were with their grandparents. Kat and Richard drove to NY with Dibley. The twins insisted last night. ''We're all fine.''

Scolded by her daughters'. ''Mom please try to enjoy your anniversary present from us.''

Andy skyped with their girls last night. Given strict instructions. ''Make Mom have fun.''

Andy took their order with vim.

''Oh come on. No one will see us. We're all alone.''

Andy was wading in the private cove.

''Live a little Mir. We're on holiday.''

Miranda snorted in protest. Put up with Andy's many ideas of fun like a recent selfie with neon fuchsia and lime sunscreen only shared with the twins.

Or talked into going out to Karaoke night with Libby for Andy in the city.

Miranda Priestly was no Donna Summer, Belinda Carlisle, Bonnie Tyler or Pat Benatar

Fun leaked out of Andy effortlessly. Even made Netflix selections amusing, muted and added her own commentary. Made many movie scenes memorable what they might be saying.

Miranda never before just snuggled with someone she loved. Thanked everyday she'd taken a chance on love with once someone she called her greatest disappointment.

Andy was everything to her now.

Here on paradise. They'd snorkelled in clear blue waters Andy insisted Miranda's eyes matched, signed up for a pampering two hour massage and attended The General Manager's cocktail party, enjoying all of the beautiful Resort's amenities.

Had spent time in their private luxury villa in bed making love and last night strolling on moonlit white beaches was a perfect experience under the stars but she was not and she repeated not, skinny dipping.

Period. Not a naturist or an exhibitionist. Protests drying on her lips.

Andy coaxed her. '' Miranda Priestly Editor of Runway stop being a prude and disrobe. Woman.''

Sidling out of warm water to her. Naked. Wet chestnut tresses shiny in the tropical sunlight sprinkling her and besides Andy's newly sun kissed skin was tanned better than her own sensitive ivory.

Last thing Miranda Priestly needed was a sunburn like a red lobster. Full body red.

''Come on we're stranded like in Blue Lagoon.'' Andy grinned.

''With no clothes on.'' Waggling her brown brows ridiculously.

Rolled her eyes at Andy's words.

''We're alone on our deserted beach and we realise we want one another.'' Stroking her curves slowly, Andy's long fingers grazed then played with Mir's resort wear straps.

'' You and I have never touched or caressed. It'll be like a first time.'' Andy ran her palm slowly along Miranda's hips. Andy cherished and adored her softness.

''You're unbelievable.''

Andy quirked a small satisfied smile. ''So I've been told many times by a certain not yet naked goddess.''

''As I was saying, we've never kissed before.'' Andy's blue eyes faked innocently naivety.

Kissing Mir's lips gently. Deepened it. Loved the taste of her love and of her mouth.

Miranda gave in. Weak in the knees. Sachs could work her charm on her still. In Manhattan their public displays of affection were tender and careful under scrutiny but here on a sandy beach cove sultry and smoldering.

''Alright.''

Undressing slowly like languishing strip tease. Folding them neatly next to Andy's strewn clothes. Sand sank between her feet as she slipped off her sandals. Just this one time would throw away all her inhibitions. This was a bit exciting. Trepidations be damned. No one would see.

''If you're sure, no one will see.''

''Who's around.'' Andy assured her. Cockily.

''Just you and me lover.'' Winked at playfully. This island life agreed with Andy's toned nakedness so did her weekly yoga sessions and jogging.

Had won.

Miranda looked around at the secluded cove, slipping naked ivory skin into warm azure waters. Joining Andrea who was right it was only them around.

Water was great! Andy was right. All alone and private. Being silly.

''About our first time.'' Mir's crystal blue eyes shone suggestively. Warm sea was so nice, straddling Andy's lap wading. Brushing against naked sheening bronze skin. ''Do I do this.''

Nipped Andy's earlobe as she husked out a moan in response.

The Weatherbirdtour boat with a boatful of tourists came along. The tour boat guide's voice carried over a loud speaker. ''Here we have some island sea life.''

The Weatherbird at 1pm saw more than dolphins or turtles.

Saw one rarity, a Dragon Au Naturel.

Who shrieked then dove underwater with a hissed out. Andréa

No amount of Andy's sheepish words of one day we're going to look back on this and laugh, helped salve Miranda's utter and absolute mortification.

Traipsed back to their villa rigid. Not one word to Andy.

Cassidy and Caroline skyped with the strangest story on YouTube of two nude sunbathers seen by a boat load of golden oldie seniors fresh from the kosher clipper who uploaded the sight they all witnessed instantaneously.

Yowls of… ''Ira get this camera to work. Better than the Young and the Restless.''

Squinting at the grainy reel of a mussed silvery hair person who suspiciously resembled Mom and definitely Andy in front shielding her.

Denied everything.

''But Mom it was on your island. Looks a lot like you and Andy.'' Given a look of pursed lips. Both of her daughters knew to tread carefully. That look usually meant worse things than no allowance, Dad usually received it.

Narrowing her icy blue eyes on Andrea which the girls caught.

''We said have a little fun not go full on girls gone wild.'' Cass and Car primly stated. Andy nearly choked on her fruit garnished drink.

Libby sent Andy a text. ''Whoa what next Andy jello shots and steel drums, Captain Morgan rum and strip poker calypso.

Doug sent Andy a text with one question. ''Tell me you both were loaded on Bacardi and doing the limbo underwater.''

Mir was being very surly and churlish about this. It wasn't that big a deal. Not like they could be identified.

Alessandro was a gentleman not a word of it ever, Emily eyes bugged out watching it on Jon Stewart late night television, blamed Sachs bad influence and reprobate ways and Andy's parents pretended they'd seen nothing even as it was most popular upload on YouTube as nude mystery couple on tropical beach bare all.

Miranda was convinced they'd be arrested for public indency while processed through airport customs waiting for their JFK flight home in the first class lounge and thought everyone knew it was her.

Fendi glasses perched on her patrician nose bridge.

Andy was given the silent treatment all the way home. That and had to pay for all her baggage weight and duty on random purchases she flipped through and bought from the inflight magazine.

Patricia would sleep in her bed, Andrea deemed only worthy of the study's couch. How long uncertain and still as of yet undetermined if she'd ever be allowed in bed with her.

Nigel greeted the Dragon on Monday morning. Made a mock-up of this photo he came across online that everyone was buzzing about.

''Welcome back.'' Miranda took it with cool impassiveness. Poked it with a manicured fingertip.

''Some people go wild on vacation.''

''At the resort to where you and Six were, during your vacation.'' Nigel stated.

Miranda shrugged. '' Attention seeking streakers obviously.''

Nigel winked. ''Yes Miranda but don't you have a birthmark just like that on your...which is like a strawberry…if I'm not mistaken.'' Pinned and dressed Miranda enough to know it was hers and her derriere. No doubt.

Peered at over her glasses pointedly, unblinking. '' That particular silver locks lady really should learn to keep her clothes on.''

Left her with a wry smile. ''I trust she will not be baring herself randomly in Manhattan any time soon.''

Miranda blushed a tinge of pink to her ivory cheekbones.

''Now that she's become a Caribbean nudist. I hardly think NYC is ready for her.''

It took two dozen irises and promises of never mention The Blue Lagoon again. Ever. For Andy to stop sleeping in the study.