it someday. As I sip my glass of Rioja I am remembering the
sweet taste of your kiss. (Maybe I could be a writer too?) I look forward to
our next meeting.
My Deep Desire and Affection,
Tom
Tom chuckled softly before pressing Send. For the first time
he was anxious for his return to Cornwall. He kept busy himself, occupied with
his business interests but the days seemed longer than normal and he was glad
that he would be headed back soon.
He headed over to the marina to check on the report from the
mechanics. There had been a slight hitch in the engine on the trip over and he
hoped it wouldn’t have to be replaced. It wasn’t so much the cost of a new
motor but the disruption to his schedule.
His crew engineer had both good and bad news. The problem
could be repaired but the required part had to come from the States and wouldn’t
arrive for another two weeks. That’s the price I pay for a Caribbean bargain-buy.
The big boat had been a repossession, one of many in a glut
following the banking crash and no one had wanted to sail it across the
Atlantic. Tom was anxious to get back to see Lindy, but it was his
responsibility as ship’s captain to take care of the vessel so he would have to
wait.
After making arrangements for the small group of passengers
and his crew to fly back to the UK with a friend’s airline charter business he
gave the go-ahead for the part order and settled back into his favorite hotel
for the wait. Always something to do in sunny Spain.
His heavy lunch and the afternoon sun were making him sleepy
and he stretched out on the antique iron bed. His body was relaxed but his
brain would not stop spinning. Somewhere between lucidity and dreams Lindy
floated into his vision.
He saw her standing on the beach, the early-morning sun
shining on her hair. The diaphanous gown clung to her breasts and thighs in the
soft breeze. He could see just a hint of her rosy nipples as they peaked
against the silky fabric. Reaching out, she beckoned him to her side.
Even in his fantasy Tom waged the war between moving closer
and holding back. On one hand he took immense pleasure in just watching her. He
wished he could somehow make her believe how beautiful she was. He knew that
somewhere inside she was aware of it but it was difficult for her to believe it
for more than a brief moment. As confident as she was, he wondered where the
insecurity came from.
Just a daydream, Tom? Go to her. Hold her hand for a
little while. Walk with her in the sunshine. What could it hurt? Maybe if you’re
lucky she pull you down into the warm sand and give you another chance to prove
you are a man.
* * * * *
Lindy’s laughter tinkled on the breeze as she read Tom’s
letter. He did seem to have a way with words. Maybe writing letters was how to
get him to express himself. She had thought about the things he had said when
they were together last and wondered what his issue really was. She knew she
was thinking about him entirely too much.
She worked on the house and the letters but it was her novel
that took most of her time. She knew her motivation lay directly in her
feelings for Tom—who wouldn’t want to write about love and romance when they
had a handsome sea captain worshipping their body? Well no sense in knocking it.
At least she was being productive.
She tried not to count the days until Tom’s return but it
was difficult—especially when darkness closed in and she lay in the big brass
bed listening to the gentle waves washing up against the shore.
Trying to fight the urge, she picked up the phone once
again. She knew he would be home soon but she had not heard a word from him in a
couple of days. Sometimes he would text and email several times in one day. Other
times there was silence for several days.
She was glad they had the connection when they did. It was
helping her to know him even though they couldn’t be together. She tried to
hold back from contacting him but it was a struggle. She had sent a
sweet taste of your kiss. (Maybe I could be a writer too?) I look forward to
our next meeting.
My Deep Desire and Affection,
Tom
Tom chuckled softly before pressing Send. For the first time
he was anxious for his return to Cornwall. He kept busy himself, occupied with
his business interests but the days seemed longer than normal and he was glad
that he would be headed back soon.
He headed over to the marina to check on the report from the
mechanics. There had been a slight hitch in the engine on the trip over and he
hoped it wouldn’t have to be replaced. It wasn’t so much the cost of a new
motor but the disruption to his schedule.
His crew engineer had both good and bad news. The problem
could be repaired but the required part had to come from the States and wouldn’t
arrive for another two weeks. That’s the price I pay for a Caribbean bargain-buy.
The big boat had been a repossession, one of many in a glut
following the banking crash and no one had wanted to sail it across the
Atlantic. Tom was anxious to get back to see Lindy, but it was his
responsibility as ship’s captain to take care of the vessel so he would have to
wait.
After making arrangements for the small group of passengers
and his crew to fly back to the UK with a friend’s airline charter business he
gave the go-ahead for the part order and settled back into his favorite hotel
for the wait. Always something to do in sunny Spain.
His heavy lunch and the afternoon sun were making him sleepy
and he stretched out on the antique iron bed. His body was relaxed but his
brain would not stop spinning. Somewhere between lucidity and dreams Lindy
floated into his vision.
He saw her standing on the beach, the early-morning sun
shining on her hair. The diaphanous gown clung to her breasts and thighs in the
soft breeze. He could see just a hint of her rosy nipples as they peaked
against the silky fabric. Reaching out, she beckoned him to her side.
Even in his fantasy Tom waged the war between moving closer
and holding back. On one hand he took immense pleasure in just watching her. He
wished he could somehow make her believe how beautiful she was. He knew that
somewhere inside she was aware of it but it was difficult for her to believe it
for more than a brief moment. As confident as she was, he wondered where the
insecurity came from.
Just a daydream, Tom? Go to her. Hold her hand for a
little while. Walk with her in the sunshine. What could it hurt? Maybe if you’re
lucky she pull you down into the warm sand and give you another chance to prove
you are a man.
* * * * *
Lindy’s laughter tinkled on the breeze as she read Tom’s
letter. He did seem to have a way with words. Maybe writing letters was how to
get him to express himself. She had thought about the things he had said when
they were together last and wondered what his issue really was. She knew she
was thinking about him entirely too much.
She worked on the house and the letters but it was her novel
that took most of her time. She knew her motivation lay directly in her
feelings for Tom—who wouldn’t want to write about love and romance when they
had a handsome sea captain worshipping their body? Well no sense in knocking it.
At least she was being productive.
She tried not to count the days until Tom’s return but it
was difficult—especially when darkness closed in and she lay in the big brass
bed listening to the gentle waves washing up against the shore.
Trying to fight the urge, she picked up the phone once
again. She knew he would be home soon but she had not heard a word from him in a
couple of days. Sometimes he would text and email several times in one day. Other
times there was silence for several days.
She was glad they had the connection when they did. It was
helping her to know him even though they couldn’t be together. She tried to
hold back from contacting him but it was a struggle. She had sent a
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