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.
Kicking off her own espadrilles, Amber continues her climb up Blanca's prone body, straddling her thighs. Blanca rolls her head back, and slides her hands up the headboard and gripping it, whispering, "Ohhhhh... your hands feel so cool on my hot skin." Amber undoes the knot at the bottom of Blanca's black and white plaid shirt and is presented with a black stretch lace top, restraining two beautiful peach-sized breasts.
Amber strokes Blanca's taut bare belly, slipping her hands underneath the material to softly squeeze and caress her breasts, stroking the nipples and feeling them start to pebble. "Mmmm... Blanca... you feel like silk."
Blanca sighs as she leans forward and brings her hands to Amber's face as she kisses her lips, sucking and nibbling on that protruding bottom lip for the first time, but certainly not the last, if she gets any say in the matter at all. Blanca enjoys men and all their manliness. But this... it's such a contrast. Everything is so soft, curvy, smooth and smaller. She continues planting soft kisses on the corners of her mouth as her fingers trace around Amber's ears and down her slender jaw, her hands taking in the curvature of her friend's face and throat. Delighted moans and sighs escape them both as they explore each other, savoring each new sensation.
Blanca pushes Amber away gently, so that she can tug the woman's blue tank top out of her denim cut-offs, lifting it off and discovers Amber's lacy bra. Blanca whispers in awe, "My god, Amber... your tits... they're so full and round! Your bra looks like it's gonna bust."
Smirking, Amber replies, "Yeah, I have to buy underwire bras with metal fatigue warranties." Blanca grins lasciviously as she traces a finger down Amber's satiny throat to where her décolletage begins and unclasps her bra, letting the floodgates open. She slips the straps off Amber's shoulders, reverently kissing the pink marks on her shoulders left by the straps. She hugs Amber, hiding her face in the sweet, musky valley between Amber's breasts. She brushes her lips against one large pale pink nipple and then the other, sighing, "I should be so mad with you for keeping these hidden away from me."
Amber whimpers, stroking the other woman's hair as Blanca starts sucking on one of her breasts like a hungry baby, all the while squeezing and tweaking the nipple on the other. She pokes at the nipple with the very tip of her moist tongue, making it strain as it hardens and becomes tauter. Amber's pale aureoles begin to darken as her breathing become more ragged from Blanca's velvety lips latched onto her breast, suckling it, running her teeth along the nipple.
"I guess this is something else we have in common," Amber murmured as she leaned down, lifting Blanca's camisole, tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. She cupped her small hands around Blanca's breasts, planting a quick kiss on each before shifting down to lick at the under-swells of her breasts and humming happily as she nuzzled all the soft skin she could reach.
"Mmmm... your tits... taste... sooooo good... I could lick and suck on them all day," Amber whispered in between sucks and licks.