I look up to see him looking down at me smiling. Then feeling myself returning to normal, I say, ‘What are we going to do now?’ Man: ‘Dear, it ...ooks like we’re where we are supposed to be, but I need to check the instruments on the bridge to make sure,’ I say. ‘If we are, then I thought that we could go ashore and enjoy the beach and a swim and then have dinner on shore this evening.’ Woman: ‘That sounds wonderful. I’ll need to go put on a bathing suit before we leave. Do you want me to help. I'm so very glad you answered my ad." Sweetly she said, "I am too, and you're way cuter than your picture." I reached up to her face and drew it to mine for a deep, exploratory and then very satisfying kiss. Toward the end of our kiss, my hands moved from her face to her blouse, finding the small buttons and unfastening them one by one. Lauren's bra was nothing fancy, but its cups held her breasts up into natural mounds. Their curves were perfect, and the dim lamp light caused a subtle. You adjust to face me as well, and now we have our very own little space together. Intimate and safe, like a pillow-fort. The armrest creates a border between us. It seems like a formidable thing to me – a demilitarized zone – but you toy with it; attacking across, and expertly retreating. Making a game of violating my airspace. One hand loosely holding your drink, the other camped on the armrest when it isn’t making forays into my space, to tug at my shirt, or lightly brush the back of my. "Kim said, "It isn't always as easy as it seems. We want to get it all the first time, then it will be fairly easy to maintain. Come on into the bathroom." She held out her hand. I could tell by then that she was trying to be compassionate and didn't want to hurt me.I had never tried to shave. I had heard about it and wondered what kind of contortionist a woman had to be to get all that hair off. So I succumbed and allowed myself to be led to the bathroom. We closed the door.Kim looked at me.