In My Cage
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‘He held her, arms captive behind her back, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples hard as stone, was that from the cool water or his hot body? It didn’t matter, he would take her here…’
“There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset.
I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms, there were several large buildings surrounded with a wide assortment of trees. The island had two channels, one facing the stiff Caribbean breeze and another on the west side that circled into the island. It brought back many great memories, and I was anxious to return.
Brian had picked me up in San Juan in the owner’s helicopter. The water maker had broken and with a large party planned for the weekend, they were anxious for water. He had flown low over the coast, proud of the views of the beautiful beaches along the northern Puerto Rican coast. We had reached the east end of the coast and continued out to sea for a few miles, at last seeing Cayo Lobos. As Brian settled the helicopter down, I noticed an ATV with someone waiting.
Recognizing Edward I climbed out to greet him as the blades slowly wound down.
“Greg,” he shook my hand warmly, “So glad you could come down on such short notice, but it is an emergency.”
“Edward, I’m glad to be here, and I did bring a present for you.” He eyed me closely, but before he could guess, I continued, “Swing, Johnny Walker Swing.”
“Ah ha! Tonight we will share it, a good Scotch is meant to be shared with friends,” and he clapped me on the back.
Brian poked his head out the copter and announced he had to leave to pick up the owners, so we grabbed my bags and tossed them into the ATV and headed back to the buildings.
I urged Edward, “Can you take me directly to the water maker, I want to get right to work. If I need any additional parts, perhaps Brian can pick them up.”
Edward smiled as he veered the ATV over to head toward the small building that housed the water maker. Once there, I grabbed my tools while Edward took my bags and left in the ATV.
The pump seals were shot, so I spent several hours dismantling the unit and carefully rebuilding it. While rebuilding the pump, I did hear the helicopter return and realized that with the owners on island, water would now be a top priority.
In the late afternoon I was able to restart the unit, and the pump was again delivering full pressure and flow. Although still having concerns about several other items on the unit, I felt they could wait until the water tanks had some reserve. After several minutes I was able to restart the distribution pumps and watched the pressure slowly climb as they fed crystal clear water throughout the island.
The afternoon sun was warm, so I peeled my sweat-laden shirt off and grabbed a bar of soap from the outside sink to wash up. I hadn’t really gotten dirty but it was enjoyable feeling the relief the cool water provided, as I splashed it against my chest.
“The water… is fixed?” such a soft voice.
Looking up, I saw a young lady was staring at me.
“Um, yes, it is, up and running.” She looked down somewhat nervously.
“I’m Gregory, I flew in to take care of the water maker.”
Her hazel eyes returned to mine, and I noticed a sprinkle of freckles across her nose, her tongue moistened her full lips and she at last responded, “I’m Reina.”
“Hello Reina, nice to meet you.” Her eyes clouded over and seemed greener as she looked over my shoulder toward the main house.
“I need to go.” she said suddenly, then as she walked by me she looked back into my eyes. “Gregory… thank you for the water.”
I spun to face her departing back, “Reina, you are most welcome.” She paused, but then deciding differently, continued toward the house. I admired the view, she wore a softly tropical floral dress that showed off her trim body and long legs as she moved with the rhythm of the islands. Her wavy auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders, sparkling like red wine in the sunlight. I could not help but notice her firm butt, las nalgas de la luna or cheeks of the moon, and wished I could explore her further.
“Hey, Greg, what you doing?”
Edward had come up behind me, thus he could easily see what I was thinking about.
Waving my arms around the tropical paradise, I smiled up at him, “Edward, I am just admiring the beautiful view.”
“Yes, it is a beautiful view, but it belongs to the owner. So you best not enjoy it too much.” Seeing he was serious, I chose to change the subject, apparently the owner’s daughter was off limits.
“Well, the water is up, but we still have several problems to address.” I was detailing what else should be done, and he insisted I stay several days, just to insure there would be water throughout the owner’s trip.
“It sounds fine to me, where can I sleep?” Although I had visited several times, I was always anxious to stay on this beautiful island.
“Well, the main house is full, or will be tomorrow, so why don’t you stay at the cabin? We just finished restoring it and it has the best beach view. In fact, I already put your bags in it.”
“Sounds perfect to me, now what about that Swing?”
“Let’s go and introduce ourselves to Mr. Johnny Swing.” Edward laughed.
We both jumped in the ATV and a minute later pulled up to the cabin. It was on the east side of the island and perfectly located to enjoy the Caribbean beach. Here were pine trees, which softly rustled in the afternoon breeze. In front was a porch with a view up and down the empty beach, yet the cabin was recessed from the beach just enough to afford a bit of privacy.
Entering the cabin and seeing my bags, I quickly found the bottle nestled safely in my clothing. Edward had found two whiskey glasses and filled a small bucket with ice.
Once settled comfortably on the porch, Edward opened the Scotch and poured several fingers over the ice in each glass. We each picked up a glass and clicked them together with “Here’s to Johnny” and laughed.
I swirled the scotch in the glass, savored its aroma and took a small sip, rolled the mellow scotch over my tongue to relish the sensation, and followed with a warm swallow.
“Edward, you are right, this Scotch is really something special.” He had recommended it previously so I had promised I would bring a bottle next trip.
We enjoyed conversation as friends often do, it had been two years since I last visited this paradise, yet, as Island Manager, Edward was free to come as often as he wished. I reminded him that I really should come more often, if not for the water maker, then for my spirit. He just smiled and relished his own contentment.
We finished the Scotch, where upon Edward said we could have dinner at the main house. The owners would be at the main table but we could enjoy the bar area with fresh seafood. He insisted I keep the bottle in the cabin, but that we would surely finish it before my departure.
After he departed, I continued to enjoy the evening and the last of my drink, while I opened my tablet and read over the last stanza of a poem I had been writing. In my spare time, I wrote stories and some poetry. Traveling as I did, little time was left for a love life, which pushed me to write, if only to keep in touch with my heart.
I happened to look up, when I saw Reina, alone, down on the beach. She stood staring at the ocean, the nearest island was ten miles out and beyond that was only deep blue ocean. For several minutes she stared, as if trying to make a decision, then she suddenly pulled her dress over her head.
Now in only the tiniest of panties, she strode into the waves, without pause, just walking purposely into the water. As it came up to her tummy, she dove in, and started swimming. She was headed straight out to sea. She did not appear to be a confident swimmer and I could see she was nearly floundering already. I knew there would be currents once at the reef, and she was nearly there already.
I had already stood up, to see her better, but now my contemplation became concern. I peeled off my t-shirt as I ran toward the beach. I kicked off my boat shoes and had peeled off my jeans as I hit the surf. I could see she was seriously floundering and yet she still tried to swim further out.
I dove in the water and swam, I had spent a lifetime on the ocean and I knew it would still take a minute to swim out to her. If she was fine, then once I caught up with her, Okay, I would just admire the view, but I was afraid she might be in serious trouble.
I looked ahead, and not seeing her, redoubling my efforts. It was still far too many seconds later when I arrived at the location I had last seen her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I quickly scanned the horizon and as I did, she surfaced, her arms thrashing. A moment later, I was there behind her, wrapped my arm around her neck and across her chest.
She struggled, but I had learned years ago that a person drowning would often struggle against the grip of a lifeguard, and thus I held her tightly as I started my sidestroke to return us both to shallow water. She continued struggling until I reached shallower water, and then suddenly relaxed.
I released my grip but held her arm, turning her toward me. I could just touch the bottom, so I could still keep both of us above water. Looking at her, I realized she was sobbing, tears running from her deep green eyes.
“Why?” she cried, “Why did you stop me?” With her free arm, she struck me. Too stunned to react, I could only stare at this beautiful woman flailing at me in the water. She again raised her arm, and as she struck at me, I caught it. I pulled her arm down, and pressed it behind her back. In doing so, her body was crushed against my chest, her naked breasts heaving still, her nipples hardened from the cool ocean water.
“Stop you?” I finally answered, “You were drowning!”
“And who gave you the right?” her green eyes still angry, and although pinned to my body nearly naked, her spirit still shown. God, what a woman, but was she actually trying to end it, here?
“You were trying to drown?” I glared at her.
She glared defiantly back into my eyes. “You just don’t have the right!” Suddenly, she stopped resisting, her eyes lightened again until almost hazel, and she softly said, “… you should have left me.”
Again tears spilled, and I released her arm. Wrapping my arms around her body I pulled her still closer, her head collapsing against my shoulder. Her arms lay at her side, and I could feel her chest racking with sobs as I held her against me.
The waves had pushed us closer to the beach and I now had firm footing, so I eased my grip on her. Reina had stopped crying and now only stood still, her head still on my shoulder, as I supported her.
“Why?” I asked softly, “Why?”
“You could never understand, you are…” and with that she looked up, and gazed into my eyes. She saw something in my eyes and she studied me, looking deep into me. I felt she could see into my soul, feel the torment I had felt in my life. I did not understand what she saw or how she could see what others missed, but she softened.
Suddenly, she pushed me away, covering her breasts with her slender arms. “Do give me some privacy, or do you only rescue naked women?” She half smiled, as though this were a normal occurrence and walked toward the beach to her dress. I could only look at her beautiful back as she walked the few feet to her clothing. She bent over to retrieve it and I again relished that exquisite butt, all too visible with her now transparent panties.
As she straightened up, she pulled her dress over her body and finally turned back to me and smiled, “Gregory, are you coming, or do you plan to spend the night there?”
“I’m coming.” Still confused, I followed her, pulling on my jeans as I walked. She led a path directly to my cabin and marched right up to where the bottle of Scotch still stood. She opened it and poured a bit in my glass, then turned back to appraise me as I caught up.
She took a small sip and smiled at me, her eyes now a warm hazel. Then she noticed my tablet and picked it up, read aloud my last words… her soft but confident voice a challenge for me to stop her.
‘And where you go,
Is there still sun?
Then let the sun warm your skin,
know that I share the same sun,
and would kiss each freckle upon your skin.
Trish
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