Wait for Me
People usually visit large bodies of water for various reasons. Ponds, lakes, and rivers are better utilized for recreational purposes both during the summer and in the winter.
During the winter months, when rivers and lakes in the northern hemisphere are frozen, people go ice skating, although at times it could be dangerous. In the summer it’s time for sail-ing, fishing, and swimming.
But in a Caribbean island such as Barbados, the blue wa-ters continuously cast open invitations to go fishing or swim-ming all year round. Sail to your heart’s contentment.
Joan and Barrington, two young adult Barbadian natives were madly in love with each other. After they were going steady as boyfriend/girlfriend, the desire to bask in the florescent glow of a full moon in tropical splendor of a Barbados beach captivated their souls. Finally, one night the dream came true.
On the night they arrived at the beach, the moonlight was almost as bright as daytime; just the way they wished it to be.
With carefree abandon they placed their nimble bodies on the soft silky sand. The moment they yearned for had arrived, and it filled their hearts with joy.
The secret rendezvous proved to be all they imagined and more. Reality doubled the dream many times over. Verbal ex-changes could scarcely relay the delights of their souls.
Again, very few words needed to be spoken in order to convey their desires. The spirit of enchantment embraced the night.
As time passed, the physical contact continued to heighten the moment of ecstasy: totally immerse their minds in the pleasures of being alone on the shores of a beautiful Barba-dos beach.
Silently, as the clock ticked, their thoughts drifted from one thing to another; from present conditions to an unknown fu-ture. The thoughts of these two lovers danced like swans court-ing in royal gardens.
Again they kissed; like never before. A duly moment of personal expectation sensitized the magic of the night. It was as if the stars from heaven briefly adorned their presence. Not that they had never before exchanged oral fluids, but there was a deeper conviction brewing in their very souls; a greater moment of passionate, enhanced by this brand of physical contact. Joan was mellow. Barrington was stoutly excited.
Across the bay, decorative lights of the Christmas season shimmered on the waves. Carols, both traditional and those in contemporary Caribbean genres, drifted delightfully on the air-waves. To Joan and Barrington, there was nothing like the ex-citement of Christmas in Barbados, let alone being on a quiet beach together on a breathless full moon night.
This young unmarried couple—not wanting to break their vows of chastity until that special date—became eagerly en-gulfed, and overly enticed by the powers of their emotions. Slowly the pace began to heat up.
However, Joan was the first person to call it quits. In fear of the dangers she backed off, decided to cut the night short be-fore the inevitable happened.
But Barrington found it hard to relent. The very contours of her feminine figure and the soft oily texture of her skin, pre-sented an almost insurmountable dilemma for him.
However, he knew in his heart of hearts that his integrity was at stake. To venture against the vow they solemnly made would have brought forth the element of distrust.
“Let’s call it a night, then” he sighed.
“Okay” she gladly agreed.
For Barrington, in times like these, there’s nothing like a cold shower to remedy the misgivings of passion. He removed his slacks, dropped them on the sand, and briskly headed to the water.
“Wait for me” he shouted, as he dashed off to the foam-ing surf. “I’m just going to wash off the sand.”
“Oh, alright then” she casually responded.
And with that, Barrington made a heavy splash into the water.
Three minutes passed and he didn’t return. Joan thought he was up to one of his usual pranks: diving down beneath the waves and emerging elsewhere.
Five minutes elapsed. No sight of Barrington.
All the pores on Joan’s skin began to tighten. Her body became like one massive muscle. Fear gripped her soul in-tensely. The thought that something desperate had gone wrong robbed her of the joy that she experienced only moments earlier.
Initially, she could hardly find voice to call his name. Doubts and worries took a hold of her emotions and tossed her like a ship battered in a storm. Presently she began to yell:
“Barrington! Barrington! Oh my God! Barrington!”
Alas there was no response. Her voice grew louder and louder. She screamed for help; a mournful wailing that disturbed the solitude of the night.
Time stood still. All that the young woman could feel was nothing; nothing but emotional pain: a deep numbing hurt. There she stood on the sand; screamed like a lost child, a cry that was heard from across the bay.
The disturbance affected neighboring couples who were playfully locked in the splendor of the silver moon. The interrup-tion did not go without attention. In a moment they came rushing in eagerness to discover what happened.
Unfortunately, and all too soon, Barrington the strong swimmer was silently caught in a rip tide that swept his body out to sea never to return alive.
On that woeful night, Joan’s heart was shattered when she discovered that the cruel sea had claimed the life of the one and only lover she knew.
Although she subsequently found a husband in later years, in spite of her commitment and in obedience to her new man, Joan still found time to honor Barrington’s request. Fre-quently, yet she secretly, she returned to the same Barbados beach just to imagine his tender touch and hear his voice saying:
“Wait for me”.
Posted By: Allan B. Russell
Friday, February 26th 2010 at 12:26PM
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