The Promised Land
Estimated reading time: 11 minutes, 2 seconds
Swimming in the Promised Land
“The late morning was already hotter than expected. Let’s go for another swim before we leave the promised land,” Jan declared. I nodded as I remembered the water was cool when when we swam yesterday. Jan entered the tent, and I followed her. She reached into our packs and pulled out her swimsuit and mine. Remembering our skinny dipping at the waterfall, I asked, I suppose swimming without these would be a problem?”
“Yes, we need to wear them here. Maybe we can find another spot that may not require them.”
I frowned, and Jan looked at me with a grin.
I will have to accept that I can only see your beautiful, naked body in the confines of this tent.”
I accepted the reality and proceeded to undress. The pup tent provided little room for us to undress alone or together.
We did not think that making love was an acrobatic exercise, but the height and width of the tent made even the missionary position almost impossible.
As newlyweds, we tried to change into swimsuits simultaneously in our orange pup tent.
Jan pulled her shirt over her head and removed her bra; I pulled off my jeans and underwear.
“Looks like you are interested in a little more than just a swim.”
I blushed so much that I probably looked redder from head to toe than a juicy strawberry.
“Hold that thought for later, sweetheart,” Jan said with a seductive smile.
“It is reassuring that you are still excited to see me naked on the third day of our honeymoon. I’m counting on you to be just as excited when I undress tonight.”
As Jan pulled off her jeans and kneeled in her birthday suit, all I could think about was how much I loved her and how happy I was to be her husband.
I hope I can pull my bathing suit up….”
Pulling on her swimsuit, Jan responded, “I am sure you can.”
I’m not sure how, but I pulled my bathing suit up to my hips.
Should we walk or drive?”
After almost 48 years, I recently lost my wife, Jan Lilien. Like The Little Prince, Jan and I believed that “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” This blog is a collection of my random thoughts on love, grief, life, and all things considered.
