Free Just a Number (Downtown #1) by Fifi Flowers Page A

snorkeling trip. Then, I left to greet the sun along with my fellow early risers. I needed to clear my head after spending a night with her. Sex with her had been off the fucking chart.
    Other retreat sex had been hit or miss. Most of the time, it was just a body for sex. I did my own thing during the days, and usually, only hooking up with a plaything at night. Sometimes, there was more than one that I fucked. Of course, they knew and had agreed to a one-time roll or to join in a little fun together. One thing was for certain, they knew they were just a number.
    Everything about Willow was different. I wanted to get to know her as much as she would let me. I wanted to spend time with her, partaking in other activities besides sex. Hopefully, she wouldn’t disappoint me. The thought of her not standing on the dock in a few hours was not fathomable. She had agreed to spend time with me. I was certain she would be there.
    Positive, motivational phrases to my class elevated my frame of mind. Feeling great, my class could only benefit from my upbeat mood. I was focused. I was relaxed. I was on my game. My students and I powered through each bend, each stretch, and each breath with vibrant energy. Some sessions were earth shattering; that morning was one of them. Everyone felt it. I realized that as they expressed their thoughts to me as we all left the beach. I even had an extra spring in my step, anticipating more time engaged in a multitude of extracurricular activities with Willow for the next few days, alone.
    Away from the resort, I was able to relax. I was able to be affectionate. I was able to let my hands roam. I was able to attack with my mouth. Unfamiliar thoughts plagued me where she was concerned. Uncharacteristic approaches, compared with women in the past. I was about to swim—pun intended—in a sea of uncharted territory.
    Arriving at the small wood-planked dock area in the early afternoon, I saw Willow waiting. Gorgeous. Standing in a white lace, flower cover up, her bright neon-yellow bikini was visible on her exquisite shape. The low, v-neck of the dress showed off her incredible tits. Her almost dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Her beautiful icy-blue eyes were hidden behind a large pair of sunglasses. Her signature red lipstick was painted on expertly. She was pure perfection.
    Adjusting my board shorts to conceal my desire, I advanced to her side. With a quick hello, I placed a chaste kiss on her inviting lips. Then I helped her into a small aluminum canopied fishing boat that shuttled us to a large catamaran, with hot-pink striped sails named, The Sea Goddess Beaotche, moored just off the shore in deeper waters just past a small sandbar.
    On board, we were greeted by our native scuba-snorkeling guides. Giving a few safety tips and procedures, they pointed out the location of life vests and inflatable rafts, should they be needed. Instructed about dangers that could arise, they moved on to the day’s itinerary. “We’ll be taking you to a few spots. However, the winds have been churning up the waters a bit. Clarity may vary from location to location. There are some great reefs on this side of the island. A few coves, as well. Coves may be our best bet to see a lot of sea life. We’ll do our best to make your snorkeling experience a good one!”
    Joined by a joyful, rambunctious bunch of college students, it looked like we would be having a lively time. Definite partiers; they appeared to have jump started their day with a few cocktails. I guess it was better than being stuck on a boat with a bunch of sticks-in-the-mud.
    Sailing to the first area turned out to be a bust for us. After floating around in murky water, only seeing a few random fish we gave up and waited for the others. Visibility was very limited, but party group seemed to be entertained by whatever they thought or happened to see. We didn’t see anything like they were boasting about: the colors of the reef, the various fish.