Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough.
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-Morning of Day Eight-
I extricated myself from Hitomi's embrace and did my exercise routine. My emission robot was charged, so I dispatched it again. I considered making another temperature robot, but I thought we wouldn't need it. I checked what my camera at the dock had seen last night. No one appeared until 0730. Two people in coveralls and a woman driving a heavy duty forklift showed up and boarded the yacht. The forklift left about 15 minutes later, carrying the ice machine.
I began heating some water for tea and returned to the computer to see the forklift leaving the ship again.
The water was ready. I went back to my bedroom. My gorgeous brown-haired lover lay there, looking perfect. She smelled beautiful and she looked very fetching: nude and muscular, half-covered with satin sheets. My will power is very strong, but how could I-or anyone-resist her?
I got onto the bed and replaced the sheets with my body, as gently as I could. I kissed her smooth neck. She sighed, and shifted. I kissed her chin, then her mouth. Her bright, beautiful eyes opened. Her arms encircled me, pulled me tightly to her. She returned my kiss, barely blinking, staring back at me as though she was as trapped in my eyes as I was in hers.
I finally summoned the strength to rise to my hands and knees. "Ohayou, watashi no tenshi," I said quietly.
"Oh, my love, good morning," she whispered back.
I touched my nose to hers. "Ich liebe dich," I said.
"Wo ai ni," the stunning brunette replied.
I kissed her again.
Time lost any significance it might have had. I kissed her, moving from one spot to another to the next, her murmurs of pleasure making a pretty melody. I turned her from the way she was lying, on her back. She acquiesced, seemingly eager to lie prone and let me kiss her back as I had her sides and front. I missed no part of her. Even places I'd rarely approached before, like her ankles, armpits, or behind her ears received my attention. They were all part of her and I loved her so much. I turned her onto her side, facing me, once I'd covered her with kisses. "You're the girl of my dreams, Hitomi," I said.
"You always make me love you even more," Hitomi said, her eyes wet. She clasped me tightly in her arms. I hugged her back.
A strange tone sounded. "My phone!" the German girl said. "It has an alarm. It goes off at 0935!"
"Oops!" I got off the bed and darted toward the kitchen to reheat the water that was now too cool for tea. Hitomi ran to my shower.
We got ready for the day as quickly as we could, be we still didn't get downstairs until 1005.
"Gomen nasai!" I said once we made it to the lobby.
Lisa and Tina hastily took their hands from each other's bodies and finished their deep kiss. "Ah-good morning," Tina greeted us.
"Would you like us to be late more often?" I teased.
Lisa's dark skin hides her blush sometimes, but this time it was obvious. Tina-normally unflappable-was blushing too.
"And why were you late?" Lisa asked. "Does it have anything to do with the lipstick on Hitomi's chest?"
Clever! Hitomi immediately looked down at herself. I sighed at her gullibility. "Ooh! So that was the reason!" Tina sang, making both of us blush.
"You meanies," said Hitomi, "you tricked me, but we caught you red-handed, or at least full-of-illicit-flesh-handed."
"I think we're all embarrassed enough," I interrupted. "If we're to have any chance at a match, we need to leave now."
"Right," Tina agreed.
"Let's find a deserted court and play you," Hitomi said.
"What?" Tina asked.
"Come on, Lisa and I know just as well as anyone that my Lei-chan's the last unbeaten player. Why shouldn't we have a shot at knocking her off?"
"It's a valid point," I admitted ruefully.
"Do you mind, partner?" Hitomi asked.
"Not at all. Do you two mind?" Lisa asked us in turn.
I shook my head.
"Guess not. Prepare to get beat!" Tina answered.
Our quartet went to Niki Beach. I looked at our opponents while Hitomi was getting ready to serve. "We won't go easy on you," I warned.
"Good," said Hitomi defiantly.
"We wouldn't forgive you if you did," Lisa added.
The game was more like part-time work than recreation. Hitomi and I knew each other's styles and Lisa and Tina were in the same situation, so we could anticipate each other's tactics. Every point was hard won. It may sound like boasting, but I was the difference; once I'd figured out why scoring was so tough, I purposely altered my style of play.
Tina and I won, 7-5.
"I'm glad I've never had to play you before," Hitomi said.
"Yeah-fighting you might be easier!" Lisa said.
"You two are good," I told them. "I've played with you and against you, so I know."
"She's right. I wouldn't want to play against you gals often," Lisa said. "And I need a drink; I sweat a liter just now!"
Once we were feeling hydrated, we split up for shopping. As I looked around and found nice items for my friends, I noticed that Zack-of-all-trades was offering ice cold tomato juice. Christie would appreciate that. Maybe she'd give me another hint. It'd be worth a try, I decided.
Now my task was to tell Tina what I was up to, then find Christie. I saw Tina in the sports shop and I quickly explained, "I've got a cold gift I need to deliver. Is that okay?"
"Sure. I'm buying a 'Hammerhead,' and I'll be testing it on the race course. Will we be playing more volleyball in the evening?"
"Yeah, if someone'll play us."
I walked the perimeter of the island. As I approached the clump of trees and undergrowth south of Tranquil Beach, some instinct told me to stop. I stood still. Nothing. But I trust my instincts, so I moved forward silently.
"...sunburned, so...give enough...protection..." were the first bits of conversation I could make out. I couldn't be sure who was speaking, but I had a good idea.
"...fair; I'll get you once you're done with me." That was Ayane, definitely.
"Don't need it, thanks. You can get me later." That was Christie, as I'd suspected. I was drawing closer. I could hear well and I could even see them a bit through the foliage.
I got closer still. I welcomed the cool breeze that kept me comfortable in the considerable heat and rustled the leaves, providing soft noise that let me slink nearer to the pair. The wind also wafted the scent of coconut suntan lotion my way. I was interested in the unfolding scene.
Ayane lay face-down on a towel. Christie, lotion on her hands, straddled the smaller woman and massaged her back. I could tell that for Christie, the massage was the important thing, not the UV protection. If I could tell, I knew Ayane could too. I expected her to tell Christie to knock it off, but she didn't. She lay, almost relaxed, and let the British woman work on her muscles.
Christie's touch grew boldly sensual. Deep but gentle kneading with the palms, careful caresses with the fingers, skillful and subtle tracing with nails and fingertips: she would bend low and blow on Ayane's skin as well. Ayane betrayed no reaction to Christie's attentions.
I should say, "no outward reaction." The wind was blowing toward me. A natural fragrance much like my own (not so much like Hitomi's) mixed with the coconut and banana scent of the lotion. Ayane's biochemistry was responding, despite her control of her visible signs of arousal and pleasure.
Christie worked lower, bypassing Ayane's backside to instead caress her legs, starting with the left. It was a splendid sight: tall, voluptuous Christie semi-sprawled on powerful, petite Ayane, fondling and stimulating her firm body. But the smells and the now-audible heavy breathing of both of them turned me on more than the scene.
They were focused on each other and I was downwind. So as long as I was quiet, I could watch and enjoy myself, couldn't I? I was more-or-less concealed. Besides (I rationalized) I had to watch, or I wouldn't know when Christie was ready to receive my present. I really didn't have a choice.
Christie worked on Ayane's right let, going more slowly than ever.
My body wasn't content with watching. I capitulated to my sudden desire, just a bit. Just a bit, I told myself. I put my hands on my ribs, under "Astarte's" straps. I delicately moved up with my right and down with my left. I nearly gave myself away when my finger grazed my nipple; I couldn't believe how stiff it was! I gingerly massaged the engorged nub, letting the fabric of the suit provide some extra, unfamiliar stimulation. My left hand reached my mound and found the area damp and sensitive. I rubbed lightly and rhythmically.
Christie folded a big fluffy beach towel. Lifting the docile Ayane's hips, she put the towel under Ayane's pelvis. I watched in disbelief as Christie popped the side snaps of the Japanese girl's bikini bottom. Christie tugged the slack swimsuit from Ayane's body. The kunoichi's pretty pussy and anus were naked in front of us. With no cloth in the way, the girl's vaginal aroma was much stronger. My pussy throbbed when Ayane's powerful scent hit me.
Christie sank her middle finger into Ayane. She stroked and soon inserted her ring finger as well. I was transfixed; I'd never seen this from this angle and never without being one of the lovers. Ayane's hips began moving in time with Christie's fingers. My own fingers worked faster. I was too close now; I had to have an orgasm.
Christie had gotten her index finger involved too; she was pumping Ayane's wet pussy with three fingers. She could tell when Ayane's climax arrived. Christie slid the middle finger of her other hand into Ayane's rectum. Ayane gasped and her body trembled. She was a mistress of muscle control, but even the young ninja couldn't suppress every reaction. Her toes flexed as her orgasm intensified and extended, thanks to Christie's skill. My orgasm happened as I watched. I was glad again for their heavy breathing, as my breathing had gotten rather heavy too.
Christie's hands left Ayane's body. The tall Brit stood and leaned against a tree at the edge of the clearing, lazily licking her cum-covered fingers. A second after Christie stood, Ayane stirred as well. She picked up her bikini bottom and her towel. She draped the towel around her neck, fastened the sides of her swimsuit bottom, and walked toward the beach, probably intending to rinse her fluids off herself in the pleasant ocean water.
Christie and I watched Ayane leave. Christie retrieved her own towel and looked like she was about to go somewhere, possibly the pool.
I had to hurry. Purposely making noise in the leaves and tall grass, I approached Christie. "Oh, there you are; I've been looking for you," I said.
"Leifang, what's up?" Christie said, sounding uninterested.
"I got you a gift," I answered, keeping my voice steady quite well. "It's perishable, so I had to give it to you straight away."
