Cassandra smiled at Miranda. "We're here," she said as she opened a large wooden door. On the other side lay the most beautiful room Miranda had ever seen. An open-air concept with only the minimal walls needed to hold the ceiling. She rushed to the room's edges and admired the ocean's waves. They rose and crashed into each other, creating milky splashes, and the force of their impacts would shoot cooling mists into the air, some of which ventured into the bed chambers.
Miranda closed her eyes and allowed the salty breeze to take her back to the sailing days and the ships' slap and creak. Cassandra laughed behind her. "So I take it you like it? The sellers said you came from a random inland village, but those girls don't know anything." Her heels clicked as she walked toward Miranda. "The tanned glow makes it obvious you're an island girl."
"Yes. I used to live on the most gorgeous island. Although, I've never seen a view like this."
"I'm glad you like it," Cassandra said as she hooked her hands under Miranda's shirt and squeezed her obliques. She slid her soft hands upwards, rolling up the shirt until Miranda's firm abs were exposed to the ocean's gentle spray.
After the shirt came the bra. Tender lips graced the back of Miranda's neck as her petite breasts cooled themselves in the breeze. Warm brown arms wrapped around her waist, and two large mounds squished into her shoulder blades as Cassandra's soft lips kissed her more passionately. The weight of Cassandra's body pressed into her, arching her back and pressing her belly onto the window's ledge.
She rested between the warmth of Cassandra's body and the cooling mists of the sea and allowed herself to be kissed. The slight tickles against her neck and the pressure of Cassandra's weight tingled her body. She subconsciously began raising her ass and gently shaking it in Cassandra's direction. An arm unwrapped from her waist, and then a hand-delivered a stinging blow to her left ass cheek. She yelped as Cassandra pulled her off the window ledge and whispered in her ear.
"I know you love the view, but how about we get a little more comfortable?"
Miranda didn't hear a word she said. Her nipples grew hard as a sultry whisper invaded her ear and vibrated through her body. The arms around her waist squeezed inward, Cassandra's hips thrust into her backside as Miranda's toes lifted off the floor. Her arms and legs dangled as Cassandra carried her away from the window ledge and slowly strode toward a bed, occasionally humping Miranda playfully.
The sensation of being carried like a trophy made Miranda's toes curl. Once near the mattress, Cassandra gently plopped her onto the softest sheets Miranda had ever experienced. She sunk into the fabric and moaned slightly as the smell of peonies enveloped her. Her body buzzed as she lay there and watched Cassandra's naked body escape her regal attire.
She made a show of removing her top, doing a playful dance before lifting the shirt off by the collar. The shirt stuck at her breasts, and she forcefully tugged until her large mounds bounced to their escape. They were a beautiful tan color with brown areolas. The left one had the cutest mole at the bottom. Cassandra smiled and tossed the shirt on top of Miranda's head.
Miranda's arms and body were numb, but she found the strength to toss the shirt aside in time to see Cassandra's hips burst from her pants. She boasted a broad, powerful base with the prettiest flower hidden between her legs. Her heels stayed on and clicked as she walked to the nearest dresser and pulled out a bottle of lube.
"You're prepared," Miranda said. "Hey, I'm not the first girl you've done this with, am I?" Her nerves rambled as Cassandra's curvaceous figure approached the bed. She hoped the statement came across as confident.
