Virgin Islands Vixen
"Charter boat captain Denise has ferried celebrities and billionaires through the BVI, but when ordinary schoolteacher Matt wins a trip, she gives him a voyage no money could buy."
Matt had won the trip in a raffle. Three days, charter boat, British Virgin Islands. He expected luxury.
He didn't expect Denise.
She was thick and capable, commanding her vessel like it was part of her body. Dark skin, bright smile, authority that made him follow her anywhere.
"Just yuh? No wife, no girlfriend?"
"Just me."
"Then mi make it special."
Special meant hidden coves she didn't show paying guests. Snorkeling in waters so clear he forgot to breathe. Starlight dinners on deck where she cooked fresh fish and told stories.
"Why yuh single?" she asked on night two.
"Never found someone who made me feel... present."
"And now?"
"Now I'm very present."
She kissed him under stars so thick they seemed painted. That body against his on the gentle deck sway.
"Mi don't do this," she said.
"Do what?"
"Fall for passengers." She laughed. "But yuh not really a passenger, are yuh? Yuh different."
"Different how?"
"Yuh see mi. Not just the boat."
Below deck, in her captain's quarters, she showed him what Caribbean nights were made of.
"Yes! Matt! Right there!"
The boat rocked with more than waves. Her thick thighs gripping, her cries carrying across empty water.
"Don't stop! We have all night!"
They had all night and all the next day. The trip extended. Then extended again.
"Come back," she said at the dock.
"How about I don't leave?"
Matt teaches at the island school now. Summers, he crews for Denise. The charter business thrives.
But the best voyages are just for them.
Virgin Islands magic.
Her vixen heart.
His forever.