Andrew jumped in the shower in time to soap Bea’s back and massage her shoulders. Bea took her turn to scrub his manly chest with a soapy pouf and stood on tiptoes to shampoo his hair. Andrew slathered conditioner all over her wet trusses and helped rinse her clean. Just before he attained a full erection, room service knocked at the door. “Their timing sucks.” Andrew kissed her full on the mouth.
“Think of it as fuel for later, Andrew. We need it.” Bea’s stomach growled in Pavlovian response to the door.
“I’m coming, hold on.” Andrew rushed on a pair of shorts, water dripping from his hair.
Bea toweled off quickly, applied some hotel lotion, and hand combed her hair. Looking around the closet area, she grabbed one of Andrew’s clean T-shirts, sliding it over her head. A few minutes later, she timidly walked out of the bathroom. “Andrew, are we alone?”
“Yes, dear lady we are.”
“Good, cause I’m commando under your T-shirt. Told you I needed some clothes.” Bea fully entered the room, her eyes widening.
“I think I have just the thing.” Andrew held out a sarong type silk sundress and delicate pair of silky matching tropical print panties. “For you.”
“Oh, Andrew, these are beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”
“Please consider it my pleasure and a small token of gratitude just for being you. I’m so happy I met you, Bea.”
“I’m glad I met you too, Andrew.” Bea then spied the trays of food lining both shelves of the cart. “Good Lord, did you order one of everything, for real?”
“I most certainly did.”
Andrew and Bea ate until their bellies full to miserable. “Andrew, the jerk chicken is amazing. I wonder if I can take some of these spices home?”
“Sure you can, I can take you to the market in the morning.” Andrew offered up a bite of pineapple upside down cake.
“They won’t haul me off to court for smuggling tropical spices?”
“No, they won’t haul you off to court.”
Bea muffled through the moist richness filling her palate. “Will you take me to the volcano too?”
“Manners, Bea?” Andrew laughed, “Yes, I’ll take you to the volcano too.” He took a bite of cake, saving the maraschino cherry, dangling it by the stem. “I bet I know a better place I can put this to eat it.”
“Is that so?”
“Most definitely, lucky for me, you never got out of my shirt and I know you have nothing covering your tastiness.”
Bea crossed her legs and cocked her head. “Do you know the password?”
Andrew popped the cherry into his mouth. “It’s time for my dessert.” He pushed Bea onto her back, exposing her nakedness. “Now, where is that whipped cream?”
"Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on our word prompt "court".
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