Southern Nights 11. – Under Maracolar
The noise from the outboard engines continued ringing noisily in Linda's ears as they suddenly went down to just a sloshy humming in response to Angela's well-practiced navigations. They had been on full speed for a little more than an hour, enjoying the fresh afternoon breeze as the endless surfaces of deep blue from heaven and sea embraced them and swallowed them into a different world of unparalleled peace and beauty. Out here there seemed to be no clear boundary between heaven and ocean; the one floating over into the other in a kind of magic spell that sang a deep tone somewhere far back in Linda's hopelessly romantic mind.
And the girl didn't quite know if it was because of her delightfully depraved heart or not, but to her romance was thick in the air. Romance in the shape of two lovely ladies that were going to be her intimate and graceful lovers for the better part of the evening and night.
Angela sighed deeply with a content smile all over her beautiful face.
"This is perfect," she exclaimed excitedly as she looked around the horizon. Some two miles away the rocky cliffs of Maracolar rose towards the sky, hovering almost threatening over them with its hidden forces of sleeping volcanic ferocity. To Linda it was almost a bit scary having it so close, even though it was actually not close at all. Just so much bigger than it looked from the home base back over the port of Alvarez. As usual it had a majestic cloud hanging like an arch around the craggy top, adding to the effect of overpowering immensity.
But her attention was soon drawn back to two other magnificent objects wincing about on the deck. Her two mistresses had shed their bikinis already right outside the old port barriers and had used the time to chat lustily and rub each other up with suntan lotion. Angela had even given little her a good rubdown on the way, and now they were a golden heap of soft, feminine bodyparts shining deliciously in the glowing sunshine, quickly fuelling the dull underflow of passion that had been lolling right under the surface all the way out. Linda was almost a little surprised she hadn't been called for any kind of service yet. Not even after they were all rubbed down and hot and stiff-nippled and more than ready for some serious relaxation. Her body already tingled with desire as the two women went back and forth around her with swaying tits and wiggling buttocks, preparing things for a few more hours of lounging and tanning on the front deck.
She got breathless and almost felt ashamed of her blatant arousal when Mary climbed the steps up to the deck with a basket of refreshments, exposing the full glory of her incredibly broad and inviting behind as she went. The mighty globes wobbled delightfully with every movement, making the oily reflection sparkle like raining stars from the peachy skin. And the pussy lips stretched and slipped elastically against each other in an agile pout that practically screamed for some docile tongue attention.
"The locals say there's a deep underwater trench down here. It's supposed to be more than 6000 feet just a little bit further out," Mary informed as she prepared a set of deck chairs around a huge cooling bag filled with refreshments. "I felt that just the knowledge of that adds to the awesome impression of the whole scenery out here."
"It certainly does," Angela responded with a quick glance over at the rocks. "That volcano looks like it might come alive and eat me skin and all any moment."
Mary laughed. "I don't think so, my dear. It's been dead for some two or three thousand years or something."
"I'm definitely glad to hear that," Angela responded, pulling a can of beer out of the ice in the box and raising it towards the mountain with a short 'cheers'.
"Imagine being able to look down into that trench. A house would be just like a small dot down at the bottom. And it's practically right under us..."
Both ladies smiled devilish to underscore all sides of the enormity of the nature around them. Both of them wore heavy sunglasses that added to their almost dour image of stern, cool maturity.
When they looked serious for a moment in between their light, humorous chatting, it gave them a look of almost hostile authority that got Linda's blood boiling crazily from rampant desire. So much that she had to use all of her self control to stay calm for things to come. Where was the perception of the weak female gender out here? Linda felt like in the company of titans! With people holding a strength and authority that made it an unmitigated honour to serve. An honour and an immense pleasure. More than anything she could ever imagine. If she would finally be called to do so, that is.
The one detail that made her understand that her call was finally imminent was the fact that Mary was in the process of preparing just two chairs at the upper deck. As Linda came up behind her with another pile of fresh towels to spread over them, she was again faced with the full glory of the broad butt as her mistress flipped out the last seat. She got so close she could even notice a pearly drop of sweet juice shining seductively on a fat pussy lip. For a moment it hung on to the delicious flap of seductive flesh, but then it slid down silkily, stretched, and fell soundlessly onto the white deck. Linda felt an instinctive urge to dive down to catch it on her tongue, and got so distracted she almost dropped her pile of towels.
She was brought back again by Angela's laughter. The woman had turned to get some towels for her chair, and had captured the youngster staring completely hypnotized in between her friend's mighty buttock.
"I think you're just about ready to enjoy some real hot pussy, my dear," she smiled, grabbing a few of the towels from the girl's arms. "From the look in your eyes, I think we better get ready pretty right away. Remember your mistress hasn't had her well-deserved pleasure for almost tree weeks!"
Linda shuddered as the meaning of the words sank into her sex-blurred mind. It was time.
Finally
! After all this agonizing waiting. Time to enjoy the fruits of her hard-endured patience.
And it was true what Angela had said. They hadn't been together for real since the wonderful evening back home where she met Angela at the down town restaurant.
Mary had had to go on a long business trip for her company, and Angela had been smart enough – although it took a lot of self-discipline – to stay away until the day they had agreed to travel south. She had been quite busy on her own hand too, by the way. Just squeezing a fourteen-day's leave into her busy schedule was something that cost her a lot of her energy and stubbornness – and even some of her hard-earned goodwill. So she was not going to waste it all by doing some stupid moves before it was all 'cleared' by her best and dearest friend in need.
Pleasure would come to those capable of waiting for the goodies. And this was no Cinderella- kind of waiting.
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