Layla thought that the hike Selena had promised would be an intimate affair, just the two of them passing through a snaking trail far off the map, taking treacherous steps down slopes of black sand, possibly cutting through overgrown reeds with Gurkha knives and wearing anachronistic pith helmets.
Instead, there were about nine people already there when they arrived, and ten more came afterwards. The hikers varied greatly, from some in spandex running tops and multicolored athletic shoes, like they were a marathoner who had lost their number, to T-shirt and cargo-short clad tourists that seemed to be more common on Maui than fire hydrants.
Selena had her large sunhat, sundress, sunglasses, parasol and a backpack. Layla was dressed as she always was, yoga pants, T-shirt and sweat shirt around her waist to keep herself... hidden.
One person in the crowd, a man of about twenty-three, seemed very tense when he saw Selena in the hiking party. Selena noticed his apprehension, and merely brought her first finger to her lips and puckered her lips, making a silent shush. This seemed to make the man even more tense, as she just confirmed that he wasn't hallucinating. He couldn't have seemed more shocked if he had seen Darth Vader waiting for this hike.
Layla hoped she didn't look so ridiculous the first time she saw Selena. But his reaction reminded her once again that, oh yeah, she was on a tropical vacation with Selena freaking Grande.
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Mossy cliffs with waterfalls peeking through bare rocks and tumbling in the distance, giving a faint hiss behind the rustling of leaves and branches of the trees surrounding them. Sugarcane as high as a second-story window. The occasional exotic call of some species of bird, which the tour guide helpfully identified by the Latin name. A surprising absence of bugs, though that didn't seem to stop Selena from reapplying both repellent and sunscreen at equal intervals.
If this was a movie, this would be where Layla's heart and mind would be opened to the splendor of the world that the concrete cities had denied her, and she would live in the natural splendor of these tropical islands with Selena, where they would recreate their own version of Gilligan's Island. Selena would be the millionaire, and she would be... Gilligan? Layla hadn't actually ever seen any Gilligan's Island.
As it was, the natural splendor was something she'd spent her life fighting against. The acres of land her parents had cut from Gaea's flank were a nuisance from which she was glad to escape. She might not have a car in the city, but she hadn't once had to get a tractor out of the mud in the city. She dealt with rude customers at the coffee shop, but she never had to give medicine to a cow, or assist in other animal husbandry in ways she rightfully never should have to deal with firsthand, due to her gender.
And yes, she made money by stripping and masturbating for sex-starved Internet creeps. But no matter how much she jerked it, the calluses on her hands were still fading.
The group took many, many photos. Some of them had expensive DSLRs and other modern cameras, some took them on their phone. Selena kept her phone in her bag, except to take a single picture of Layla standing in front of that crazy picturesque waterfall. She took it vertically and horizontally, possibly to use as a desktop background or phone wallpaper.
Once during the hike, some unprepared hiker asked the trail guide if they had extra water because they were thirsty. The guide shook their head and said no, clearly disappointed that they hadn't read the instructions on the trail. Selena reached into her backpack and pulled out one of many bottles of water she had stowed in there. A few other hikers asked if there were more, and she dispensed with more bottles. Suddenly, everyone realized how heavy that backpack must have been. It was like the rucksack filled with rocks the sergeant would force the lazy soldier to hoist around to teach them a lesson.
After all, Selena was used to giving thirsty people just what they needed.
"Whatever makes this lighter." She said, her first time speaking after she'd joined the group.
Another man in the group tensed at the sound of her voice., suddenly unable to fathom how likely it was that this women who looked just like a world-famous porn star would also sound like her.
Layla smothered her giggles in her fist.
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At the midpoint of the hike, there was an ordinary concrete building that would not look out of place in any strip mall or antarctic research station. Vines and other plant life licked and scraped at the edges of the building, as if waiting for it to be disclaimed by humans so it could be returned to nature. Nothing about the exterior of the building seemed to indicate they were in Hawaii, not even a tiki statue or torch. It was as if they'd walked all the way to a forest outpost in western Washington.
The building was evidently a rest station, where the majority of the party did just that. Selena ditched all the empty water bottles she'd been carrying in her backpack. She brought Layla into the bathroom and pulled out something Layla hadn't seen her pack: a rolled towel from the hotel.
"What's that for?" She asked, as Selena draped the towel across the floor of the single-occupant women's restroom. She stepped on it like it was a bath mat and upturned a dull orange bottle of powder into her hand.
"Baby powder?" Layla asked.
"Gold Bond." Selena brought the powder under her skirt. She closed her eyes and sighed. "This is actually kind of embarrassing, doing this in front of you."
"I didn't know anything could embarrass you." Layla smiled.
"I'm sweating a lot." She said softly. "Must be the humidity."
"Yeah, standing by that waterfall was my favorite part of the hike so far. It was so cooling."
"Well, this will have a similar effect."
Without warning, Selena hooked two fingers into the waistband of Layla's yoga pants and pulled them out horizontally. Selena shook the orange container of powder against Layla's groin and brushed it around with her fingers. She released the waistband, letting it snap against Layla's abs with a little cloud of powder.
Selena clapped her hand and rinsed it under the sink to clean the powder from it.
"Selena." Layla said tensely.
She turned around. Layla was already fully erect, the tip of her cock barely staying beneath the stretched latex.
"Oh! Sorry." Selena bit her lip. "Guess I should've let you do that."
"Normally, I'm all for it, but right now, after having not come for two days..." Layla looked down to herself.
Selena sidled behind her. "Well, you'll thank me when you don't wake up tomorrow chafing." She pulled the back of her yoga pants back and did the same thing for Layla's bum, snapping the waistband shut and giving her rear a spank punctuated with another cloud of white.
Layla groaned, grabbing Selena by the torso and pressing her up against the wall, causing the automatic hand dryer near them to briefly jump to life as Selena's arm passed underneath it. Layla positioned herself under Selena's skirt, rubbing herself against her vulva. Only the thin layer of stretched yoga pants fabric separated the two of them.
"Selena..." Layla's eyebrows were low, her hands moving to Selena's wrists. "If you just want me to fuck you in this public bathroom, just say so."
Breathing deeply and gritting her teeth, Selena's eyes said, "yes, yes, a thousand times yes." But aloud, she said, "I don't think we should."
"Then please don't make this so tough for me."
"OK. I'm sorry."
"This would be so incredibly hot under almost any other circumstance. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, when I have to walk around with strangers, it's just annoying."
Layla stepped back. Selena was now erect, too, her cock pushing her skirt up.
"We can't go out like this, obviously." Layla said.
"We'll just have to wait."
After five minutes of waiting, Selena had succeeded where Layla had not. In her career, sometimes Selena found the rare time where losing an erection was a necessary skill. Sometimes, it was to shoot some B-roll of her walking around nude before the fun began. Most commonly, it was just to re-shoot her growing erect.
