Amber and Blanca were enjoying the last few days of their Caribbean vacation. They had been friends for a number of years and had quickly developed a tradition of taking a week's vacation together every year to travel, sight-see, shop and relax.
One night, after an amazing dinner of local fresh fish and a couple of bottles of wine at their resort's outdoor restaurant, they decide to take an after-dinner walk on the beach front of the resort.
Leisurely, they stroll along the wet sand, picking up seashells and avoiding the occasional beached jellyfish. The ocean glinted from the combination of the setting sun and the rising moon. It was an odd vision and yet comforting in a peculiar way, night and day blending into one.
After a while, Amber produces a joint, wiggling her eyebrows comically as she spoke, "Care for some after-dinner dessert?"
Blanca's green eyes sparkled in the growing moonlight, a smile played on her lips as she replied, "you must've read my mind. Here I am, thinking how the only thing missing from this perfect day is a little post-meal toke."
Amber pulled a lighter out of the back pocket of her shorts. Tossing her auburn hair safely over her shoulder, she flared up as they continue their sandy walk, passing the joint back and forth. Each woman takes turns occupying her lungs with the sweetly acrid smoke, then exhaling it through parted lips into the warm night air. Just as Amber is passing it back again, Blanca manages to trip over some driftwood, and falls to the sandy ground.
Amber looks down, "Holy shit, Blanca! Are you okay?!"
Brushing her sandy hands on her white linen shorts, Blanca smirks, "Oh sure... I'm fine... just tryin' to break in these new feet." As Amber bends down to help her, Blanca starts to giggles and it becomes contagious.
The both go from giggling to all-out laughing until they're almost crying, all the while still trying to get Blanca back on her feet and doing a miserable job of it.
"Ouch! I...(giggle)... think I... (hee hee)... twisted my ankle...(hiss)... owww!" Blanca leans on Amber, who slowly walks her back to their room, both of them chuckling the whole time. Amber giggles, "Had I known your motor skills would suck like this when you're stoned and on sand... I would've smoked alone!"
Blanca feigns shock and gasps theatrically, "Is that any way to speak to an injured woman?" They continue with their silly talk as Amber digs out their room card to open the door. She helps to situate Blanca on the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard, pillows under her ankle to elevate it. Amber grabs the ice bucket and says, "Gonna go grab some ice to keep the swelling down." With a wicked grin on her face, she prepares to leave, but not before digging into her pocket for the remainder of the joint along with the lighter, "Here. I don't have any Tylenol. Be right back."
While Amber retrieves the ice, Blanca lights up and tokes away, holding the strong pungent smoke inside her, carefully flexing her foot. The mellowness of the weed actually helps keep her mind off her mild aches and bruises.
Amber returns promptly, and improvises a cold compress by filling a shower cap from the bathroom toiletries with some ice, and places it on Blanca's ankle. Blanca holds the roach out between her slender, tan fingers to Amber, who leans her head towards it. She puckers her lips, kissing those delicate fingers holding the unlit end, taking a final toke of the rich and heady smoke.
Amber sits at the foot of the bed, facing Blanca, seeing her brow crinkling in discomfort, "My ankle's starting to feel a bit numb." Amber sets aside the ice pack and unties Blanca's sandal, slipping it off and begins to cautiously massage her ankle, softly probing the mildly swollen flesh. "It doesn't seem too swollen, maybe if you stay off it as much as possible for a day, it should be fine."
Blanca leans back, sighing softly, "Amber, this is so sweet of you... that feels... really good." Removing Blanca's other sandal, she begins to gently massage that foot as well. She tenderly massages each ankle, each instep, and each toe. Amber becomes mesmerized by how her friend's thighs and calves press against each other when she hits a certain spot on Blanca's arch. Hearing only soft moans and no complaints escaping from her beautiful patient, she gingerly lifts Blanca's painted toes to her lips and begins to suck on them, delicately, one by one. Blanca's eyes flutter closed as her whole body shudders and she groans, "Mmmm... hey... that sort of tickles... ohhh."
Amber looks up from Blanca's toes, her caretaker's gaze replaced by something a bit more predatory and whispers, "Should I stop?" all the while caressing her instep, alternating between soft touches with her fingernails and digging a knuckle along the length of a tendon. Blanca bites her lower lip before answering, "No, please... don't stop... it's fantastic." Amber continues to slowly make love to Blanca's pretty feet. Kissing, sucking each toe, running her tongue around each one. She then strokes her hands up Blanca's long, smooth caramel-colored legs, caressing the calves, making lazy circles along her warm skin. Amber sits up and continues the leg massage in earnest, stroking her upper thighs, softly scratching the velvety soft skin right to where Blanca's shorts begin.