It’s the soft breeze wafting through the window that first rouses you. Out here in the islands, the air hits different. You first noticed it when you stepped out of the airport terminal to the view of the swaying palm trees and cloud-topped mountains. It’s a sensation that pictures can never recreate.
You bat your eyes open to see the first rays of morning sunshine pour through. You feel that breeze through every inch of your body. Down your back. In your chest. Between your legs. Especially between your legs. There’s just something magical about vacation sex. It’s a reason why you’ve been anticipating this trip with me for so long. We live our regular adult lives back home, generally happy but neglected in the bedroom. When you and I connected we discovered a kind of intimate connection that we hadn’t had for so long at home. It took a long time, but we made it happen. And now you’re laying in bed next to me. I’m still asleep.