Private Island (Sexy Summer Vol. 1) by Mindy Wilde Page B

club?”
    “Sorry babe, we were only a thousand feet off the deck.   I guess we will just have to try again and this time I will make sure to check the altimeter and make it official.”
    We both laughed again and I headed down to find some relief in the shade.   I really had met the most amazing man.   Rob always kept me on my toes and I was looking forward to whatever he had planned next.

    It took Rob two trips across the rough trail to haul our luggage to the dock.   I apologized for over-packing but blamed it on his secrecy about our trip.
    “Hey, it’s a little hard to pack when you don’t know if your being whisked away to Hawaii or Alaska.”
    “It’s no problem I just needed to bust your chops a bit.   Where we’re going you’re not going to need much of anything.”
    About ten minutes later a small white boat with two large engines on the back drifted into the dock.   An older gentlemen with an English accent greeted us and promptly loaded the bags into the vessel.
    “So are you two ready to head to the resort?”
    “Absolutely!” we responded in unison.
    I was wondering exactly where Rob had put us up for the weekend as the boat slowly made it’s way out of the shallow waters surrounding the dock.   The colors around us quickly darkened to the same rich turquoise I had seen from the air and our host pushed the throttle forward shooting us off through the small chop of the Caribbean Sea.
    The scenery was absolutely breathtaking.   We were surrounded by hundreds of small islands, many of them uninhabited.   Most of the shores were lined with natural caves and I became very excited at the prospect of doing some snorkeling in them.   Our driver kept the throttle wide open and the breeze resultant breeze felt amazing on my toasty skin.  
    I was staring off the back-end of the boat when I heard the motor wind down and felt us slow.   Excitedly I spun around in my seat hoping to catch a glimpse of our final destination.   The boat was about fifty feet away slowly motoring towards small dock.   This pier appeared to provide access to a small island with several homes placed along it’s shore.
    “Rob, what is this place?” I asked with the self-control of a child waiting to open their Christmas gifts.
    “This is Lovers Cay, a small private island resort in the Exumas.   There are four villas on the island and we will be staying in one called The Nest.”
    “That sound’s so amazing.   I love you.”
    I leaned in and snuck another kiss.   As I scanned the tropical surroundings of our private island accommodations I found the yearnings from the plane beginning to grow once again.   Hopefully we could adjourn to our villa quickly and I could really show Rob how much I loved his surprise.

    The boat slowly drifted towards the dock as a woman appeared with a yellow lab in tow.   Our greeter was the wife of our boat captain and we found out that they worked as resort hosts living there year-round.   After the bowline was secured our host help us out of the boat and onto the sun bleached wood decking.
    “Welcome to Lovers Cay.   Unfortunately your villa is not quite ready yet as it is being cleaned.   We can hold your luggage in our office if you would like to hang out in the bar or take your boat out for a spin.”
    The resort that we were now guests of had quite an amazing operation for such a remote island.   The property not only had a well stocked bar with staff to attend to the four villas worth of guests but your room also came with your own boat that you could take out and explore the islands with.   I was bummed that neither of our options allowed me the sexual relief I craved.
    I voted for a trip to the bar thinking that copious amounts of alcohol could lead to a more adventurous evening once our villa was ready.   Rob insisted that we came all this way and may as well take advantage of the opportunity to go explore in our new vessel.   At first I resisted his pleas but given