Part I
The lukewarm breeze of spring had made way for the soldering sunshine of summer. Three friends embark on a long weekend away at a tropical beach destination.
The sun was high in the sky as Sara, Violet, and Lena arrived at the beach, ready for a much-needed break from their daily routines. They set up their beach towels, strategically positioning them to catch the sun's warm rays.
Their first day at the beach was all about relaxation. The girls took turns thoroughly applying tanning oil over each other's bodies; ensuring no one came home that weekend anything other than a perfect tan. While Sara and Lena's fair complexion made sun protection essential, Violet's complexion allowed for care-free indulgence of the sun. Each girl wore a fitting bikini - Sara with a mismatched string bikini that accentuates her chest, Lena with a one-piece bikini that disappeared in the abyss of her derrière, and Violet with a g-string bikini bottom that struggled to contain the erratic bush beneath it. To any passerby, they appeared to be three nautical goddesses enjoying their time amongst the mortals.
They basked in the sun, each with a good book in hand. As they laid there, their conversations flowed easily. They talked about life, music, movies, and the latest celebrity crush they had been salivating over. Giggles and light conversation accompanied the sound of waves crashing in the background.
On the second day, they decided to add some adventure to their beach vacation. They rented a private boat to explore the nearby islands and hidden coves. Lena, while picking up acai bowls that morning, talked to an old local who told her about a secluded beach on the far end of the island. Apparently, the spot had served as a semi-secret hideout for lovers, wild teenagers, and even bootleggers back in the 1920s. The old man called the spot Desire's Island, and he, in a sincere voice, warned Lena, "It is a magical place, but a place that seems to possess the minds of those who rendezvous there. What happens on Desire's Island stays on Desire's Island." Lena, slightly taken aback, dismissed the old local's warning and hurried home to disseminate the new intel.
Violet, Lena, and Sara immediately agreed on a new course. They would pack food and supplies and sail their pontoon to Desire's Island. There, the girls would have all the privacy in the world to laugh, talk, and party as loud as they wanted to. Not to mention, a completely empty tropical beach amounts to a golden opportunity to flood their socials with enviable photos. The ladies picked up their pontoon boat, and with Violet as their voluptuous captain, they set sail for their exotic, unknown location.
"Jackpot!", exclaimed Sara. The girls miraculously made it to their destination, and to their great pleasure, the beach was a ghost town. The windy breeze and perpetual tide exposed some litter, and even an unexplainable pair of American Eagle boxer shorts and a tattered Victoria's Secret bra. "I guess the old man wasn't kidding, people do get freaky here!," proclaimed Lena. The girls laughed and quickly found a picturesque spot to set up camp. Nestled on a small hill between palm trees with a panoramic view of the ocean. The view was akin to magazine covers or postcards.
The girls laid out in front of the powerful rays of the sun. The gentle crashing of waves and melodic pelican calls, seemingly put all three girls into a euphoric trance. 20 minutes passed by without a word spoken among them.
"God dammit, I hate this top. It barely stays on and it keeps digging into my side!" lamented Sara as the lengthy pause of silence subsided.
"Sara, just take it off if it's bothering you so much. It's not like anyone will see besides us' ', Violet laughingly continued, "plus, it's been a while since I've seen your cute tits".
The ladies giggled, and Sara proceeded to unhook her top and toss it to the side. Violet and Lena watched as her breasts met gravity for the first time in a few hours. Sara reapplied sun tan lotion on the previously concealed mounds. Her bare breasts glistened in the early afternoon rays.
Lena and Violet couldn't help but occasionally side eye Sara's shiny breasts. On more than one occasion, Sara clearly caught both girls surveying her intently.
This made Sara slightly uncomfortable, but it also inexplicably gave her an adrenaline rush. Sara had always secretly loved the attention her boobs garnered. They were her favorite feature and a steady source of confidence.
However, this was different. Typically, Sara's assets attract the attention of the world's simplest and naïve creature; men. That can be fulfilling to most women, but, deep down, Sara craved the sexually objectifying gaze of another woman.
Without even thinking, as if her mouth was being possessed, Sara said to the other girls, "You know it's kind of lonely being the only one here that's half naked". The tone in Sara's voice had noticeably shifted. Her typical soft, gentle voice began to sound more confident, suggestive, and seductive. Violet and Lena, both reading between the lines of Sara's sentence, looked at each other and smiled.
In terms of girl-on-girl experience, Sara was a complete novice. She had never had sex or even kissed another woman - and it wasn't because she only batted one way. Sara secretly loved masturbating to lesbian porn. It was common practice for her to tenaciously rub her clitoris whilst watching multiple hot women exploring each other's bodies on camera. She imagined herself being the center of every threesome, the top to every bottom, the chair for every rear-end, and the mouth that craves a taste similar, but foreign to her taste buds.
Lena and Violet, however, were card-carrying bisexual women. They didn't seem to mind if the person they had sex with had a cock or a pussy. The two of them simply lived their lives to the fullest and laid with whomever they felt an immediate physical attraction with. That could be a man, a woman, or even each other. It probably wouldn't be a girls weekend if Violet and Lena didn't get drunk and reminisce about the threesome they had together in college.
Without much hesitation, Violet unstrapped her top and unleashed her womanhood to the world. She had large, DD breasts with dark quarter-sized nipples. Her boobs have a natural appearance, with both breasts slightly jutting off to the side exposing a cute birthmark between her breasts.
Lena, on the other hand, had run into an unforeseeable dilemma. Her one piece bikini, albeit flattering, comes with one issue. Removing the top essentially requires the removal of the whole swimming suit. "I guess it's a good thing I shaved this morning" said Lena as she bravely stripped down without flinching. Lena was never afraid to show off her perky features. She had C sized breasts that looked like they were being held up with invisible tape at all times. She had tiny, barely noticeable nipples that pointed upwards at an angle. Her self-admitted favorite feature was her infamous butt. She took pride in her ability to twerk, and was convinced that led to her renowned prowess in bed.
Catching the energy of the moment, Sara announced, "Well it's commando for all of us then". One by one each of the three stripped completely nude.
As Sara, Violet, and Lena fully absorbed the sun's rays, an unspeakable tension had overcome the camp. All three girls went from cloud nine to fully wired. Sara's foot kept tapping the chair. Lena couldn't stop playing with her hair. Violet stared at both seemingly bursting at the seam with anticipation.
The ice finally broke. Violet pondered, "Sara, I think I missed a few spots, could you put some lotion on me? I think it's right behind my chair." Sara eagerly walked over and grabbed the lotion. "Hold on, let me turn around. I mostly missed my lower back..... and kind of around my butt...... area". Sara's heart immediately raced. She knew, deep down, where this was heading. She was ready.
Sara began to rub lotion on Violet's lower back, eventually working to the outer rim of her ass. The closer Sara's hands advanced toward the center, the more Violet began to sway her hips back and forth. With every push back, her flower's bloom revealed more of itself. Without realizing, Sara had been inching closer and closer, till she was close enough to inhale Violet's fragrance.
Closer and closer, as Violet and Sara rocked back and forth. Violet let out a faint moan, as if finally admitting to Sara that it's time.
Sara eagerly buried her face into Violet as she lay face down. A monumental moment of euphoria as Sara finally tasted the dish of her most erotic dreams. Violet immediately let out a string of moans while grabbing on to her cheeks like reverse handlebars.
"What the fuck is going on!" screamed Lena excitedly.
Violet and Sara, too preoccupied with pleasure, did not even answer Lena's query. "Okay we are doing this!" joked Lena as she crawled over to Sara's rear.
After giving a few playful smacks, Lena began to go down on Sara, meanwhile, Sara continued to feast on Violet. All three girls moved to the ground and arranged themselves in an uneven triangle, thereby allowing each participant to both stimulate and be stimulated.
The empty beach soon filled with an orchestra of sights and sounds. Three glistening goddesses, moaning, licking, and rubbing skin against the perpetually calm tide.
Lena, getting up from the triangle, quixotically looked at Sara, and asked, "Wait, is this your first like.... lesbian experience?". Sara innocently nodded her head. "Wow, we are honored. I think I have an idea. Have you ever heard of scissoring?"
Sara, playing it cool, acted like she sort of knew in passing what it was. In reality, it was a dream come true.
Sara and Lena positioned themselves and began to slowly grind as Violet watched and masturbated quietly. Sara and Lena began to glide as the lubrication between them increased. Sara could feel the lips of her pussy french kissing that of Lena's. Like two atoms colliding, their clits occasionally found each other in perfect fashion. Each movement sent shockwaves down their bodies.
