"I was."
"Then I realized you were just putting on a cool act."
"I was being professional."
"Me, too."
That, I thought, depended on her profession.
Within half an hour, I spotted land dead ahead. Captain Vu turned to us from the open wheelhouse. He pointed and said, "Hon Pyramide."
We approached this tiny island from the west, and Captain Vu pulled back the throttle while the kid got out on the bow to look for coral reef and sandbars. I could see a long dock extending out from the sh.o.r.e, and there were about a dozen boats of all types and sizes tied up there.
Pyramide Island indeed looked like a pyramid with steep rocky sides that sloped up to a blunt point at the top. There were people rappelling down the rocks for some reason.
Captain Vu pulled alongside the dock, and cut the engine while Minh and I jumped out and tied the boat.
Captain Vu came out of the wheelhouse, and I said to Susan, "Ask him what those people are doing on the rocks."
Susan asked him and said to me, "This is one of the islands where they collect the sparrow nests for bird"s nest soup." She added, "The higher the nest, the bigger erection you"ll get."
"You made that up." I said to Susan, apropos of nothing that was being discussed, but something that was on my mind, "Ask Captain Vu if he"s seen any Russian warships while he"s been out fishing."
She hesitated a moment, then asked him. He replied, and she said to me, "Not so much anymore. But they still come into Cam Ranh Bay now and then. Maybe once a month."
"Ask him if he"s seen any American warships."
She asked, he replied, and she said to me, "Lately he"s seen a few. Why are you asking?"
"Just curious."
Captain Vu gave us directions to the nude beach and said to me, in English, "You like."
We took a few c.o.kes, put them in the tote, and told Captain Vu we"d be back at sunset. The kid wanted to come along, but Captain Vu wanted to fish, and he needed the kid for the nets. Minh didn"t look happy.
Susan and I walked along the dock to the sh.o.r.e and turned onto a trail that cut through the brush along the sh.o.r.eline.
We didn"t say much as we walked, and I think we were both a little tense about this. I mean, swimming in the raw is not that big a deal, but with someone you"ve not seen naked before, it could be a little awkward.
After about fifteen minutes, the trail curved around a rock formation, and on the other side of the rocks, about fifty yards away, was a beautiful sandy cove beach nestled in the cliffs of the pyramid. There were about fifteen women on the beach and in the water, all naked.
Well, there were men, too, but who cares? Susan and I stopped a moment, and she said, "I guess my information was correct."
"Who told you about this place?"
"An expat in Saigon. I thought he was kidding, but I checked with the desk clerk, who said yes, though nude swimming is forbidden." She looked around at the cliffs, the sky, the sandy beach, the turquoise water, and the trees near the sh.o.r.eline. She said, "This is beautiful."
We walked down the sandy path to the beach where people were swimming and sunning. There were about thirty of them, all Caucasians, except for one young Vietnamese couple.
The beach was only about fifty meters long and about that wide. The rocks formed a sort of amphitheater around it, making it very private, except for the guys on the ropes way up on top of the rock pile who were looking for bird"s nests.
Susan and I found a flat rock on the sand where she put her tote.
The closest couple was about twenty feet away, lying face up on a blanket.
I said, "Well, time for a swim." I took off my shirt and kicked off my sandals.
Susan pulled off her shirt and sandals, too, and took her slacks off and laid them on the rock.
I peeled off my bathing trunks, and Susan took off her bikini top. Then she slid her bottom off and threw it in the tote bag.
We stood there a moment, naked in the sunlight, and it felt good.
Her bathing suit hadn"t left too much to my imagination, but my imagination wasn"t as good as the real thing. She had a well-trimmed bikini cut.
We walked across the beach, down to the sh.o.r.eline. The women ranged in age from about twenty to fifty, and there was not a bad body among them. I wondered if I should include any of this in my post-mission report.
We stood at the edge of the beach and the gentle surf washed over our feet. The sun was to our front, hovering over the hills behind Nha Trang, whose sh.o.r.eline we could see about twenty kilometers away. The sun sparkled on the water, and the sky was filled with gulls.
We just stood there and took this all in-nature at its most beautiful, surrounded by total strangers who, like us, were naked and without a sign of worldly goods, and whose station in life was completely irrelevant and totally unknown on this one sunny afternoon.
A very nice-looking woman of about forty was coming out of the water, and she walked toward us, clearing her eyes and nose of water. She said to us in accented English, "Good temperature. No jellyfish. Very safe."
Susan said, "Thank you."
"Americans?"
"Yes."
"Not many here. Mostly Europeans and Australians. I am from Sweden."
Even stark naked, we looked like Americans. Must be my circ.u.mcision.
So, we stood there and chatted with this nice lady, and her husband joined us, and we talked about where we were staying, about restaurants, Nha Trang, and Vietnam in general. The funny thing is that after a few minutes, you forget that everyone is naked. Well, maybe not forget, but you keep good eye contact.
The guy said to me, "May I ask if you were here during the war?"
I replied, "I was."
"How does it seem to you?"
"Pleasant. Peaceful."
"War is so terrible."
"I know that."
He waved his arm to take in the beach and sky and said, "The whole world should be like this."
"It was," I reminded him. "Garden of Eden. We blew it."
They both laughed. The woman said, "Well, have a pleasant stay." And off they went.
Susan said, "They were nice."
I replied, "Yours are nicer."
She laughed.
We dove into the water, then swam along the beach and explored the rocky cliffs. There"s something very different about swimming in the nude. We swam for about half an hour, then came back toward the sh.o.r.e.
We walked in the water until we were up to our chests, then stopped. I turned Susan toward me, and we put our hands on each other"s shoulders and stood looking at each other. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. Our hands slid down to each other"s b.u.t.ts, and I pulled her close and felt her pubic hair against my p.e.n.i.s.
She broke away and took a deep breath. She said, "Let"s go lie on the beach."
I replied, "You go. I need some time to let down the periscope."
She smiled, turned, and walked onto the beach.
I watched her as she strode across the sand, and she had a beautiful walk.
She stopped along the way to talk to the Vietnamese couple, who were sitting on a rock under a tree. They were smiling and nodding away.
Periscope down, I walked onto the beach toward Susan, who was now lying on the sand with her head on the tote.
I knelt beside her, and she looked up at me and smiled.
She flipped over and handed me a tube of suntan lotion from her tote. "Can you do my back?"
"Sure." I spread the lotion on her back, then over her b.u.t.tocks and down her legs.
She said, "Oooh, that feels good."
I ma.s.saged her neck, shoulders, back, and b.u.t.t.
She said to me, "I"ll do your back."
I lay on my stomach, and she sat on my b.u.t.t with her knees straddling me as she ma.s.saged the lotion into my back.
She said, "Hey, do you want to take some pictures?"
"I don"t think that"s a good idea."
"I want to remember this day. I have an idea. We"ll get someone to take our picture together, and we"ll hide our faces."
She stood and walked over to the Vietnamese couple and spoke to them. The guy came back with her, but the girl seemed shy and stayed on the rock under the tree. Susan introduced me to Mr. Hanh, and I stood and shook hands with the young man. She gave Mr. Hanh her camera, and Susan and I stood close together with our arms on each other"s shoulders, and our hands covering each other"s faces. Mr. Hanh thought that was funny and took a picture while he giggled. For the next shot, our other hands covered each other"s pubic area. This was all a little silly and maybe a little kinky. I"m from South Boston.
We thanked Mr. Hanh, who bowed and went back to his companion. I asked Susan, "Will they develop these in Saigon?"
"No, they won"t develop nude shots here, and if they do, they"d be all over Saigon in two days. I"ll send the film to my sister in Boston. Is that okay?"
"Sure. If I ever meet her, we"ll have something to talk about."
Susan laughed.
We sat cross-legged in the sand and cracked open the c.o.ke cans. I said, "And what will you tell your sister about the pictures?"
She replied, "I"ll tell her I met a wonderful man who was here on business, and we spent some beautiful days in Saigon and Nha Trang, and he went home to Virginia and I miss him."
I didn"t know what to say, but I managed, "I wish things weren"t this complicated."
She nodded.
The sun was behind the Nha Trang Mountains now, and the dying light silhouetted the land against the dark blue sky. The water, too, had become darker and no longer sparkled. A fleet of blue and red fishing boats were making their way through the twilight back to Nha Trang. I looked around and saw people getting dressed and leaving the beach.
There were a number of places out there on the mainland, not too far from here, where I came close to death. And if I"d died here, I wouldn"t be on this beach with this woman, and I would not have lived long enough to see this country at peace. If there was a heaven for the men who died here, it should look like this.
We got dressed and walked back to the boat.
We arrived at Cang Nha Trang after dark, and I gave Captain Vu his fee and a nice tip, plus a fiver for Minh as compensation for missing the nude beach.
There were a few taxis at the wharf, and we took one back to the hotel.
Upstairs, we went to Susan"s room, opened the French doors, and let in the sea breeze.
She turned off the lamp and lit the candle she"d bought at the market. I opened the bottle of rice wine, and we poured some into two plastic cups. We touched cups and drank. There was music coming from the beach cafe across the road, Fats Domino"s "Blueberry Hill," which would not have been my first selection for this moment, but my CD player was in Virginia.
Susan said, "Let"s dance."
We put down our wine, kicked off our sandals, and danced to "Blueberry Hill."
This was fun, and I like some non-s.e.xual foreplay, but I was a little tense, and very worked up.
The music changed to Johnny Mathis"s "The Twelfth of Never," and this is my all-time favorite slow dance song.
We danced close, and I could feel her breath on my neck. She put her hands under my shirt and caressed my back. I did the same on her back, and unhooked her bikini top.
We pulled up our shirts and danced, bare chest to b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She slid her hands down the back of my pants, and I did the same, cupping her b.u.t.tocks tightly.
We didn"t finish the dance because suddenly we were into each other"s clothes, which were all over the room in about five seconds.
We practically dove into the bed, and she pulled the mosquito netting down around us.
We kissed hard, and our hands were all over, and our bodies were thrashing around in the small bed.
Finally, we got it under control, and we lay side by side and held each other for a while, then our hands started to roam. She was very wet and I was very hard.
I got on top of her and slid in easily.