Two Ticets to Paradissime

When I awoke the next morning, the first thing I noticed was the amount of light filtering into the room. Veronica must have succeeded today in getting us both to sleep in on vacation.

The second thing I became gradually aware of was Veronica. Her warm body was wrapped in my arms. At some point in the night, I had apparently rolled over and enveloped her, as we were now spooning. Her left boob was held in my right hand. Veronica was cuddling my strong arm.

The third thing I noticed was my morning wood digging into Veronica's ass. I was as hard as I had ever been, and my erection was unfortunately poking my best friend.

I tried to withdraw my arm so I could roll over, but I barely moved an inch when Veronica's grip on my arm tightened, she shimmied herself back against me more, and she groaned an inarticulate protestation.

"Just a few more minutes," she pleaded. "I'm so warm and cozy and safe."

I acquiesced, but asked, "Don't you want me to reposition a little though?"

"Nooo, why would I?"

"Well, for one," I boldly gave her boob a tentative squeeze.

"It's fine," she answered.

"And for another, umm, well..." I floundered.

Veronica moved her hips, grinding her ass into my lap. "Because of this?" she teased. "Is it bothering you?"

"Mmmm no?"

"Good, me neither," she declared. "Now cuddle me a little more."

We laid there, drifting in and out of sleep, for what I estimated to be about another hour. It felt so intimate and despite my predisposition for an active lifestyle, I could have laid there for the rest of the day.

Finally, Veronica said, "Okay. Let's go chasing waterfalls."

We got up and changed into our bathing suit bottoms. I noticed that Veronica's was another new one I hadn't seen before, and I wondered whether she had brought enough brand new bikinis for every day of the trip.

Leaving the suite was much less of a production today than yesterday. I think Veronica was getting comfortable being topless. The only delay was waiting for Angélique to bring us a picnic lunch in a hiking backpack, but even that arrived impossibly fast. I was really starting to love this island and its services.

Veronica had apparently already mapped out a path she wanted to follow. I was a little worried about her getting scratched up by the foliage, hiking in basically no clothing as she was. On the other hand, I quite enjoyed the way her boobs jiggled anytime she jumped down from a rock or tree stump, or when she stumbled.

I also enjoyed watching her toned ass ahead of me on the trail. A small triangle of teal fabric sprung forth from between her cheeks. Other than that, I was treated to an uninterrupted expanse of supple flesh. I loved the way it moved and flexed as she climbed and navigated the uneven terrain.

After about an hour, we reached our destination: a wading pool, surrounded by trees, filled by a small waterfall, drained by a stream. We hadn't seen another person since we began the hike. Our only company was the soft crash of the waterfall, the chirping of the birds, and the other various sounds of the forest.

Looking up from V's body for effectively the first time, I saw that there was the most vibrant rainbow of birds I'd ever seen. Sitting in the trees and flying through the clearing above, there were birds of so many beautiful colors, but none of them green. It was as if a need for camouflage had never entered their evolutionary journeys. I theorized that the birds must have no natural predators here, but I'd have to try to read up on it more when I got home.

"This is beautiful! How'd you find this?" I asked.

"I did A LOT of research and prep for this trip," she answered.

"Well, it was worth it. So happy to be here with you," I smiled broadly. "So, more tanning oil?"

"Somebody's eager," she smirked at me.

"I'm just saying..."

"Well, calm down because it's not necessary here. There's so much tree cover. And besides, I'm planning to get in the water immediately, so it would just wash off anyway."

I knew she was right, but I was still a little disappointed.

"I've got something else we can do though. Something wild." She fixed me with a hungry look.

"I'm all ears," I promised.

"Take off your swim trunks."

My head spun. "Umm, are you sure?" I asked.

"Why not? You've been staring at my tits for the last 24 hours. It's time for you to be bold too. Yeah, I'm sure. In fact, I dare you!"

I considered it quickly. I was actually pretty excited by the idea, and I knew I didn't have anything to be shy about. Still, I smelled an opportunity. I squinted at her shrewdly. "Fine. But you have to join me. Take your bottoms off. I dare you."

Veronica's eyes lit up. She worked her jaw while she considered her response. "Okay, but you first."

I fiddled with my waistband for a minute. I was excited but nervous. Over the years, Veronica had seen me with a bulge, and on this trip, she had probably glimpsed my bare butt while we were changing. This would be the first time she'd see all of me though. I hoped it didn't change anything between us. Or maybe I hoped it did. Maybe this would be a big step toward our relationship evolving into something more sexual or even romantic. I took a deep breath, looked Veronica in the eyes, and pushed my swim trunks to the ground.

"OMG you actually did it!" she squealed. "I didn't think you would!" She took a step toward me. "It's really - wow, it's really nice, C. I um-" her eyes got bigger and seemed locked in on my exposed cock. "I've always imagined it would- I mean, not that I've imagined it, but- I assumed it- well, I've seen you tent your shorts and on this trip the sheets, so I hoped it wou- I didn't mean to say hoped, I meant... It's just really nice. Nice size and nice... nice."

I grinned. It was nice to see Veronica nervous for once. I felt like I actually had the upper hand. "If you like it now, just wait. It's only half hard currently, but if you keep saying nice things about it, it'll keep growing. Plus, it's your turn, so I have a feeling you'll be seeing it at its best shortly."

"Hmm?" Veronica seemed distracted still. "Oh, right, my turn. Right..." She shook herself and steeled herself. "Right, a dare's a dare. Can you just check real quick that no one's coming?"

I turned back toward the path we'd arrived from. It looked quiet to me, but I didn't really want to go investigating too far. I heard a splash and looked back toward Veronica to find her facing away from me, knee deep in the water, totally naked. I had only looked away for a second, and I missed her big reveal. Her bikini bottoms were left on the shore and she was making her way deeper into the pool until she was hidden up to her waist.

I chased after her, my half-hard penis flapping around as I ran. I made sure to splash her as I approached. "You cheated!" I accused playfully.

"I did not!" she defended. "You dared me to skinny dip with you, not to give you your own private strip tease!"

"Well now I know what to dare you next time!"

"Yeah, maybe now you do!" she smirked at me.

We hung out in the cool water for hours. The water was incredibly clear, but it still distorted things enough that I couldn't get a good view of her body - the bottom half of her body, that is; her perky tits were often proudly displayed above the water as we moved around the pool. I felt like I saw Veronica trying to make the same glances at me throughout the afternoon. I once again enjoyed the time just talking and catching up with my best friend and crush. She was so easy to talk to, and she always wanted to hear more stories about the animals I worked with.

Eventually, Veronica said, "I'm hungry. Should we see what's in that picnic backpack?"

I'd almost forgotten about our shared nudity. Almost. More like, I was aware of it, but it didn't seem important in this moment, here with my best friend. But as we made our way toward the shore, our bodies surfacing more and more as the pool shallowed, I was aggressively reminded. My breath hitched sharply when a particularly large step brought Veronica's entire ass out of the water at once, in front of me. I was half hard again as we stood on the shore and I waited anxiously for Veronica to turn around.

I watched Veronica's shoulders rise and fall as she braced herself with a deep breath. Finally, she turned around, and I was treated to my first full frontal view of my longest crush.

Her body was spectacular. Water dripped sensually down her ponderous boobs. Her nipples were hard from the relative cold after exiting the pool (or, as I didn't dare hope, from arousal). My eyes traced the outline of her trim torso until they reached her hips and the tempting stretch of bare skin between. Her pussy lips protruded ever so slightly off her body.

"I, uhm, had laser hair removal, in anticipation of, well, you know..." she said. "I heard guys like it better for...sex stuff"

I ogled my friend. There was no other word for it. I stared lustily at her, appreciating the absolute beauty before me, but also thinking of the sex stuff I'd like to do with her. She could've modeled for a statue of Aphrodite.

V clenched her legs, shyly crossing them slightly. "You know, you could say something!" she exclaimed anxiously. "You're like, the second guy I've ever trusted to see me like this!"

"Oh, right!" I finally overcame my speechlessness. "You're, uhm, you're absolutely gorgeous, V."

A large smile broke across V's face. Her posture relaxed a bit. "Thank you! That's more like it. And um... if it's not too weird to ask a friend... what do you think of..." She finished her question by gesturing jerkily toward her vagina.

"Ah, it's as gorgeous as the rest of you," I complimented. "And I like the hairless choice. I mean, it's really up to your preference because I think different guys like different things... For me, I think it depends on the girl and the rest of her style, but uh... well yeah, what I mean is, I think anyone would be happy to do sex stuff with, with that."

V gave a satisfied smirk, regaining her normal power in our dynamic, as I faltered nervously. She loosened up completely and spread her legs again into a more confident stance. "Smooth, C, very smooth. Almost as smooth as my pussy mound." Then she laughed as I blushed.

We unpacked the picnic together and found that Angélique had put together a charcuterie for us. We sat in the sunshine, snacking on the various fruits, cheeses, and crackers, as well as some sort of lemonade cocktail from a thermos. At V's request, I regaled her with stories of some of the more cute or interesting animals that had come through my clinic lately.

"The fruit here is extra delicious," V commented.

"It really is," I agreed. "Especially the pimeapple."

"Oh my GOD!" V cried. "I mispronounced 'pineapple' ONE TIME and you'll NEVER let me live it down, huh?"

"Hmm, nope!" I replied, smirking in satisfaction that I got to tease V sometimes too.

V rolled her eyes dramatically, but then gave me such an affectionate look. I smiled right back. It was quiet for a bit, as we finished up lunch, simply enjoying each other's company. A cloud moved and the sun intensified.

"Maybe we should apply a little tanning lotion now," I suggested.

V agreed, so I handed her the bottle from our backpack. Her expert hands nimbly danced over her body, reawakening my dormant desire. I watched her massage the oil into her skin. It seemed to me that she spent extra time working it into her tits, just to tease me.

With a glittering look in her eyes, she asked, "Want me to do you now?"

I swallowed heavily. "Sure, please."

V crawled over to me and leaned over my body. She dabbed more oil into her hands and then began rubbing it into my chest. Her hands on my body felt as good as yesterday. My heart beat grew faster and louder in my own ears. She made her way closer and closer to my exposed erection.

"Do you mind if I... I'm really just curious... I've only ever touched one other before..." Her eyes widened into vast fields of emerald as she stared at my cock.

I was so nervous and excited, I couldn't articulate any real words, but I made a generally affirmative sound.

Veronica slowly slid her oiled hand over the remaining distance to the base of my protruding member. She paused for just a moment. My breath hitched as her soft hand then slid up my cock for the first time. She held the bottom of the shaft, not moving, but gripping it nicely. Her small hand only covered about half of my penis.

"Wow," she said softly. "It's so firm," she marveled.

All of our attention was jointly focused on her hand wrapped around my hard dick.

"Guess I should finish the job..." she murmured to herself.

She slowly stroked her hand the rest of the way up my shaft. When she reached the top, she uncurled her fingers and rotated her wrist so her flat palm circled the head of my penis. She then gripped the top of my shaft again and pumped her hand up and down a couple of times. On one of the downstrokes, she detoured to fondle my balls in her hand, then made her way back to the head. Satisfied that she had covered every square centimeter in oil, she pulled her hand down, returning to the base of my shaft.

I was mostly concentrating on not blowing my load, but it idly occurred to me that her concept of "finishing the job" differed from mine. The job she must've been referring to was the application of the oil.

Still holding the base of my cock, she resumed staring in wonder. "Your cock is really nice, C. It's so big and so firm. I can feel the strength pulsing in my hand. It feels powerful. It feels thrilling. It feels..."

As she complimented my member, it got stiffer and stiffer until it was at its fullest. I also noticed Veronica's nipples hardening at the same rate.

"It feels..." Suddenly, she stopped mid-sentence. She released my cock. "I'm sorry I got carried away! I think I'm- I'm yeah, I think- I uh, I'm done, yeah I'm done for now." she stammered. She turned away and laid back on the blanket, her still hard nipples pointing toward the sky.

I once again felt the upper hand, a rare occurrence, but one that was becoming more frequent. My friend was so bold and confident and flirty... until it was time for her to actually make a step forward, and then she became shy and insecure. My eyes swept her body without guilt. After a few minutes, she seemed to be calming back down.

"You know," I started. "If you think having your hand wrapped around my cock felt thrilling for you... just imagine how thrilling it felt for me."

Veronica's face quickly flushed scarlet again, and her nipples re-hardened completely all at once. She stuffed a couple crackers in her mouth quickly to avoid responding verbally.

Eventually, we decided it was time to head back to the hotel room. We packed up what we needed to, put our swimsuits back on (Veronica topless, of course), and hiked back.

I couldn't get the image of Veronica's full frontal nudity out of my mind. I had fantasized about my friend, about her body, for years. In the past couple days, I had seen her naked, massaged oil into her boobs, and felt her hands stroke my cock. This had turned into the best vacation of my life, and it wasn't even halfway over yet.

When we entered our suite, we were surprised to find Angélique changing our sheets.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "I should've finished this before you returned. I'll be out of your way in no time. Deepest apologies!"

"It's fine, it's fine," Veronica assured her. "Thank you for making our stay so nice. Are you done in the bathroom? I'm gonna go take a quick shower."

Angélique confirmed she had already cleaned the bathroom and restocked our towels, so Veronica was free to shower.

I stayed in the main part of the suite with Angélique, chatting as she finished her work. As usual, she was wearing a tight skirt, and was topless except for a lei.

"Where should I take my fr- my new bride tonight?" I asked. "Anything fun and maybe romantic?"

"Well, there's the Paradissime Dance Hall," she suggested. "Different days at different times, they play different styles of music, and even host dance classes. Depending when you visited tonight, you would either find people tango dancing, or find a club."

"That sounds perfect! Thank you!"

Angélique explained how to find the Dance Hall and then she left.

I gradually became aware that I could still hear the shower running. More strange, even concerning, I could not hear Veronica singing. She always sang in the shower. Concerned, I decided to check on her.

She had left the bathroom door ajar. As I approached, I saw her teal thong bottoms discarded on the floor. I leaned in to listen and I thought I heard my best friend whimpering. I quickly pushed on the door and it swung wider without a sound. I was about to call out to Veronica to make sure she wasn't hurt physically or hurting emotionally, when I stopped short.

Veronica was still standing, so she seemed okay - more than okay, in fact. The shower was enclosed by floor-to-ceiling glass, which somehow refused to fog up. She was leaning back against the shower wall, at a 90 degree angle to me. I appreciated the silhouette of her perky tits, water streaming down her body, drops hanging from her eraser bud nipples. Her eyes were clenched shut. The hand further from me was pressed against her pubic mound, her fingers plunging into her pussy.

I was enraptured by the ecstasy on Veronica's face. I stood frozen in the doorway, watching my crush pleasure herself. The hand closer to me reached up to tug on one of her nipples. She bit her lip, and her eyebrows unfurrowed and raised in the middle.

Part of me knew I shouldn't be watching. That part was nowhere to be found. The sight was too erotic and it overpowered any rational parts of my brain. I probably would've stayed watching until she came, my feet planted firmly enough for roots to sprout and grow into the floor.

But a small sound shook my brain out of its revery: a low moan escaping her lips. I left the door somewhat more ajar than I'd found it and scampered to what I convinced myself was an inconspicuous part of our room. My mind raced through everything I'd seen, refusing to believe any of it. I swore I'd just heard Veronica moan, "-rlos."

My mind was reeling, for the last 15 minutes of Veronica's shower. Finally, the water cut off and I tried to center my attention.

"Hey V..." I called.

"Yeah C?" she called back.

"Did... you have any plans for tonight?"

"No, not really," she answered. "There's a lot we COULD do, but, well... did you have something in mind?"

"Uhh, Angélique recommended a place we could go dancing..."

Veronica scurried through the doorway suddenly. "That sounds so fun!!"

I was once again left speechless on this fantasy of a vacation. Veronica stood before me, completely nude, hairless from the neck down. She had only wrapped a towel around her wet hair. I stared at her engorged pussy lips, still red and full from her masturbation session. My face flushed in embarrassment, remembering what I'd intruded upon.

I didn't think Veronica knew I'd spied on her, but I think she sensed my discomfort. She unwrapped the towel from her hair and held it awkwardly hanging in front of her vagina, but leaving her boobs proudly on display.

"I'll just, uh, I'll just blow dry my hair..."

***

"I can't believe what a bad dancer you are," I laughed.

"Hey!" Veronica smacked my arm playfully.

She had taken her time getting ready for tonight. We had plenty of time between the waterfall and dancing, so we had been in no rush. Veronica had blow dried her hair and styled it in shoulder length waves. She had carefully applied makeup in a natural look that made her eyes and lips pop beautifully. Finally, she had put on a slinky violet dress and black heels.