The sun rained its benevolent radiation all over my bare back as the ocean's waves endlessly changed the landscape of the white sands that made my beach. The salty water was a pristine blue that sang with the currents and the waves. Sadly, I was too busy to notice. My days in paradise were numbered and I had to get all the tanning time I could. Why did paradise have to be limited to vacation times set by the corporate world? Why did the best things in life have to be enjoyed in moderation? Why couldn't I indulge myself in a consequential whirlwind of ecstasy? Some days during my tanning liaisons I just accepted that a tropical paradise can be like a fine desert wine laced with a high proof poison that would prove costly in excess amounts. I just had to sigh and remind myself that this was the truth even as I drifted into a mid day nap.
My mid day naps were plagued by the exotic fruits that grew in the island's atmosphere. Sometimes I would dream about my life at home while other times I would be a solitary audience for more mysterious plays. The one I had today was perhaps the strangest of all. I was standing on solid ground in a space adorned with nothing. All I had was endless whiteness and my naked body that I was all too comfortable with. I journeyed to find a horizon to my purgatory when a green puddle of glowing slime caught my attention. My consciousness would have warned me to stay away but my subconscious was curious enough to force me closer. The next thing I knew tendrils had sprung from the slime and dragged me into its mass. I was slowly sinking as tendrils began to explore my body. From afar I heard a mysterious voice that said "Don't blame me if you get penetrated." I could only playfully reply "It's ok, I'm looking forward to it."
My eyes shot open as I nearly lifted myself up off of my towel. Thankfully I had remembered that I was tanning in a g string bikini and I had untied my top to avoid the tan lines. I mindfully reached back to tie the black fabric together before I rolled over and sat up. Whatever that dream meant, I couldn't deny that it had erotic consequences. My nips were starting to peak and I could feel myself getting moist down there. I had to get off the beach and relieve my growing needs before any of the other tourists saw me like this. Thankfully I had brought a white floral sarong that I quickly wrapped around my hips to conceal my arousal. I quickly grabbed my suntan lotion and my towel before I carefully walked towards the dense tropical overgrowth.
As the white sand turned into lush green grass, I walked past a small group of native women practicing their luau routines. All of them had the native islander look going well for them but one in particular stood out from the rest. Her red hair, adorned with a single flower, stood out like a stark contradiction to her golden native skin. She wore a purple floral top and a green grass hula skirt that identified her as a dancer. Her feet were unadorned but I could only imagine that they were being caressed by the lush grass. Her most striking features were her eyes. Her eyes and mine briefly made contact, but it was all that was needed to spark my lesbian urges. Her face was burned into my mind, ensuring her place in my private fantasies.
The tropical jungle was thick with trees and offered only a single smooth trail for tourists heading towards the beach. I walked down it for a distance before my curious subconscious told me to go off the trial. I obeyed and broke through the vegetation that valiantly guarded the unknown. Exotic birds doused in color sang to my presence as I stepped carefully through their home. Much of the vegetation was soft and apart from stains on my sarong, I had an easy passing. The smell of fresh vegetation combined with the moist earth underneath my feet only aroused me more.
My legs were getting weak and my heart was coursing with unused ecstasy. Part of me wanted to throw myself on the ground and tear myself to pieces but the sight of a clearing swept those desires. The earth was dark brown just like the soil that held the island's plants and only broken spots of sunlight penetrated the canopy. The ground in the clearing looked wetter than the ground I stood on but I could have cared less about getting a little muddy. With my lust controlling my mind, I hung my sarong on a nearby fern, kicked off my sandals, and stepped into the clearing.