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Chapter 6

At ‘The Waterfall’ restaurant they ordered a small salad, fried plantain, steamed red snapper and garlic potatoes. Pina colada as well as fruit punch were the beverages they complimented with. The meal was delicious. Once they finished the returned to the hotel. She donned a baby doll lavender lacy nighty while he wore a pair of silk boxer shorts. Holding each other lovingly and kissing she drifted off to sleep.

Trailing her hands over the soft lingerie material, Raquel made her way into the shower. She turned on the faucet. Testing the temperature of the water, she undressed. Climbing in, she let the warm water run down her body. Massaging her scalp she lathered with her natural herbal shampoo. Allowing the water to rinse the suds from her hair, she reached for a bottle of cream conditioner. Generously she applied a liberal amount to her long black silky hair. While she allowed the conditioner to sit, she generously lathered her body in a special herbal mixed soap. It was made from rosemary, sage, ‘lady of the night’, frangipani and spearmint. Cleansing from head to toe, she rinsed her entire body and turned off the faucet.

Toweling her body dry, Raquel stared at her pleasing reflection in the mirror. She had a rich and healthy glow. Most of this had come from spending time outside over the summer. Her black silky hair cascaded in waves down past her shoulders. Her eyes were brown with a hint of green, giving them a precious almost dominating hue. Everyone whom she met always commented on the unusual color of her eyes.

She hung her towel on the rack and applying some moisturizer. After donning a small amount of make‐up, she smiled gazing at her manifestation. She’d let her hair dry naturally so it would be bouncy and full. Raquel walked into her bedroom and pulling on a flowered cotton baby-doll dress. Deciding to be as naughty as possible, she wore neither panties nor a bra. Her breasts were excitingly supple the size of ripe pears and firm. She was happy wearing a B cup.

Slipping on her sandals, she sat lingering in the bedroom waiting for Jason to awake. He opened his eyes slowly. She smiled and stood. Posing naughtily she asked, are you still tired? Hmmmmm! I shall have to give you an energy booster.