This story depicts sexual acts between consenting adults. If depiction of such acts is illegal where you have chosen to access them or if you are underage or if such acts offend you personally, exercise personal responsibility and do not read any further. If not, please enjoy!
The first part involves a girl seducing a beautiful woman and her male partner as he watches. In the second part she has sex with her male partner and performing oral sex on her after having come inside her. The girl who has seduced them then fists them both. The final part depicts mutual voyeuristic masturbation between the two women.
A tropical fantasy.
As I gently rub the coco butter sun cream into your shoulders I become aware that you aren't listening to what I am saying. You are too busy looking at the girl walking in front of us. She is breath-taking, slender, tall, her long legs stalking along the white sand, her red nails a splash of colour against the soft white silica. She has a small white bikini, high on the hips, cupping a beautiful round pert arse, firm breasts, she sways as she walks. But the most striking thing is her long blonde surfer chick hair against her Sun kissed skin. Smooth, even, warm, her deep tan the colour of pale coffee ice-cream. I stop what I'm doing as I notice that she is looking directly at you, her deep brown eyes accentuated by the blondness of her hair. She is staring right back at you as she walks past, her head turning to meet your gaze, her red lips in a full pout. Finally she walks past us but you keep looking, your instinct to flirt with her rewarded as she throws you a final look over the shoulder, smiles and mouths something. As she turns her tasselled hair and the faint glow of sweat on her skin suggestive of a how she would look as she came close to orgasm.
"I would." You giggle, noting that the moment is now passed and I need to reapply myself to massaging the oil into your skin with my firm warm hands.
"I know." I smile back. "So would I."
Later that evening we sit at the bar, watching the sun go down. It is hot and sticky, we are in summery clothes; me in a smart pair of pale, tailored shorts, pale blue short sleeved linen shirt, flip flops, you in a light dress. We have eaten a great meal; salad, fruit, fish caught on the beach in the morning and selected by us, served with an inventive sauce of fried bananas and pineapple. We sit at the bar getting tipsy on cocktails. Cicadas chirp and waves lap at the water's edge. The lights in the bar leave only silhouettes of the beach, trees and figures moving through the increasing shroud of the night.
You notice her first, something about the way she walks, carrying herself with the effortless grace and poise of an athlete. The girl from the beach emerges from the darkness outside and into the bar. I look to see what you are taking in and realise that your expression is one of hope, hope that there is no-one coming in behind her. She catches your eye as she walks down the bar, smiles slightly and makes to take a seat on a bar stool next to us. "Hello" she says. I would have thought her Australian by the way she looked but her accent is Northern Europe, Denmark or Scandinavia. "Didn't I see you on the beach today?"
Laughing like teenagers, relaxed by the cocktails, the combination of sun, sea and sangria has us falling about laughing and the barman cleaning glasses. We are the last ones in the bar and the staff are tired.
"Inga, why don't you come back to our apartment, we can carry on drinking there." You ask.
"Oh you English, so polite." She giggles back, a mock stern pout on her face and, standing up she takes your hand and mine
"Show me where we go." She says, her accent slipping slightly with the rum. I pay for our drinks quickly as she leads us into the night.
Chatting, we walk the few minutes through the dark hot humid night. I see you sneaking a sniff of her hair and skin, coco with a hint of vanilla, as she tells us how she saw us on the beach and thought we looked gorgeous and hoped that she would bump into us again. She seems to be part hippy, part free spirit but with that wonderfully disarming Scandinavian straightforwardness. "I think you are very attractive. We are all going to have a wonderful night."
I slip the key into the lock and turn the key, opening the door to our apartment. The extra we paid for the huge cathedral like atrium is worth every penny and the high ceilings and huge balconied windows keep it a little cooler and less humid than the close atmosphere outside.
"Where is the bathroom?" she asks you, you lead her past our huge super king size bed with its smooth, fresh cotton sheets. "This is a beautiful bedroom." She says, admiring the space, the huge mirror and clear uncluttered lines. Then quite unexpectedly, she kisses you. Her lips press against yours and linger, savouring the warmth and the softness. You open your mouth slightly, inviting her to dip her tongue into it but she breaks off the kiss leaving you panting as she goes into the beautiful bathroom.
I appear at your side with a huge glass pitcher of iced water and a smaller one of vodka tonic with lime and three glasses. She comes from the bathroom and, seeing me standing there, takes charge a little. "Darling" she says with that odd European intonation, "come and sit here", she leads me to the bedroom chair and we place the drinks and glasses on the side table. She pours herself some vodka and drinks, maintaining eye contact with me through out. She is calm and deliberate in very action. "Now." It is said as punctuation as she changes task and comes to you.
She places her hands on your hips and draws you into the kiss, this time your mouth yields and her soft wet tongue penetrates your open lips. She explores your mouth gently as your tongue snakes around hers. Your heads tilt to get deeper into each other's eager mouths, she tastes fresh and slightly of tonic and vodka, and her wonderful soft hair falls slightly across your cheek and your hair across hers. Without breaking the kiss you inhale, breathing in the scent of each other's skin and hair, your clit throbs and your nipples tingle as you feel her body pressed against yours, your clothes clinging slightly as you perspire in the heat and humidity of the tropical night. She leads you to the bed and, still kissing, licking, nipping and teasing at your mouth and neck she undoes your dress and slips it down around your ankles, her hands caressing your breasts and nipples as she eases it down your body, stopping to cup your buttocks as she pulls you closer, her tongue fully in your mouth as you suck it as you would a cock.
She backs off and runs her hands up and down you, squatting she inhales your sweet feminine sweat and rubs her tongue over your lace clad pussy. You are wearing a beautiful lightweight matching g string and bra set which she unhooks after standing and looking you straight in the eyes. You are transfixed as she holds your gaze, lowering her head to one of your exposed nipples. Pausing, she teases, enjoying the smell of your pheromones before playing her tongue across it so slightly that you can hardly feel it. There is just enough sensation, coupled with the visual of her red lips and pink tongue that you whimper involuntarily and then moan heavily as she takes your hard nipple into her mouth. You cradle her head as she suckles at your breast and places a hand on your crotch rubbing it gently. Her other hand is on your other nipple, flicking, tweaking rolling as her teeth graze across the one in her mouth. "Harder" you manage to breathe out. She bites down gently, then harder making you gasp and clench as if you were about to come, but you don't have enough sensation just yet.