I pushed back her bush to place kisses on her rosebud. Obviously, we didn’t escape attention. She said to me,
“Give me a few moments and come find me.”
I continued my shower to remove the salt that had settled on my body, my mast straightened and raised. I pushed back her bush to place kisses on her rosebud. The men’s gazes were eager to know a little more about what lay beneath her long thighs. She threw her arms around my neck, I dropped the packages I was carrying, and we shared a long kiss. She whispered in my ear:
“I wasn’t proud on the dock, yet I felt an indescribable pleasure in showing myself naked.”
“Let’s hurry home.”
Her dress was becoming less transparent with the heat and the wind that had partially dried it. The boat easily rounded Cape Bariou des Campos (Shake the barrels in Provençal).
