The Sapphic Islands

Hi readers taking a break from the Tabitha stories. I had this little idea and I hope you like it. I do have two more Tabitha stories coming as well. Comment box is always open to helpful comments or suggestions. Everyone mentioned is above the age of eighteen.

For my muse.

The Sappic Islands

"Plan your next vacation with us here on The Sapphic Islands. Here on The Sapphic Islands there are a half a dozen closely placed islands that are relatively close to the Bahamas. We have vacation plans to fit every budget. If you're strapped for cash, ask about our working vacation. Visit the web site now or call today"

That's interesting! What the fuck is a working vacation? Wouldn't it still be considered work? I asked myself..the only one in the room at the time. I have to find out, I need to find out because I sure could use a break, preferably away from here. Winter is the worst with snow and cold yuck, I hate winter. I'd rather be in the warm sun and white sand any day.

I stopped myself from calling and almost talked myself out of it. I have four weeks of vacation at work. I'm not sure if I want to go alone. I wonder if Pam has any time off? Or Vivian? I thought of my many friends that may want to go with me. MY mind raced through the rolodex in my head.

My name is Katrina. I'm divorced, work a thankless job. Have a decent body but could use a little work. I'm a brunette with blue eyes and a D-cup bra. I've turned a head or two. It has been so long since I've been on a decent vacation. I think it was my honeymoon, glad to be rid of that cheating asshole. I decided to call Pam, seeing how she was in the same boat, to see if she would come.

After getting off the phone with Pam, I dialed the number that the commercial shouted over and over. I talked to a lovely lady on the other end of the phone like she and I were old friends. She answered every question but some of the answers were vague. In order to stay free you have to donate three hours everyday of your stay. Well that's nothing but the donation part was not clear. It obviously involved labor of some kind I ended up telling myself. I'll probably wash dishes or something like that. Food, drinks and accommodations all for a measly three hours of my day, I was down for that! I booked a room for two and a flight for two passengers right after I justified it, then I called Pam back.

Pam and I have been friends since high school. She was the maid of honor at my wedding and I was, at hers. She had three weeks to burn before the new year. Lucky me, I told her about how a person stayed there for free. Then I told her that I booked a room for two and bought the plane tickets. We leave in four days. Pam was excited to leave the winter behind her as much as I was. She said that she would pay for her part of the room because she didn't want to do anything.

The days passed quickly, Pam and I found ourselves on a plane to tropical islands. We landed in Nassau, then a charter brought us to the islands. Everywhere you looked it was paradise, with the crystal clear water, perfect seventy five degree weather and the white sand beaches. Waterfalls and hiking trails, scuba, snorkeling and parasailing. They even had cliff diving, this place truly had everything. Everyone was assigned individual tiki huts as rooms. Pam and I shared one to cut costs.

The tiki huts as you could guess we're not very big. We had a view of the ocean. It had all the other normal things, a mini fridge, satellite cable and internet, a king sized bed and we shared a bathroom. Wait one bed?

I couldn't worry about that now I had a meeting with the director of the place. So I could find out what I would be doing during my donated time. If it was insane, I brought enough to cover the cost anyway. I eventually found the office with the help of the friendly staff. I knocked on the door with a smile on my face. I haven't smiled for so long, I was on top of the world.

The director, Ms. Jenkins was perfectly tan and big breasted. She was very nice even though she looked like a high priced call girl. She spoke intelligently but every time she moved so did her plastic chest.

My three hour job would be on-call, daily. They would call me and tell me where to report and what I would be doing. My arrival date was not counted. Ms Jenkins reminded me of a big breasted Mortica Addams. I finished signing the contracts then went to get my swimsuit to lay on the beach. I talked Pam into joining me for some sun. She changed first. I bought a microkini for the trip, it covered my nipples and my slit. It fit me like a glove and felt like I was naked. Most of my body was on display, I felt a little naughty outside displaying myself. Pam's suit wasn't much different; it barely covered her breasts and left the ass on display.

I got some pretty shades so I could check people out without them seeing. It thrilled me that I was both an exabitionist and a voyeur at the same time. I scanned all the other sun worshipers and asked myself where all the men were. There were plenty of beautiful women but come to think of it, I have not seen a man yet. Not on the boat here, none on the staff, no husbands or boyfriends. There were no guys on these islands. I was a little confused by this realization, I'm sure Pam was going to be pissed.

"Have you noticed?" I asked.

"What? That you brought me to an island of rug munchers? There isn't a cock for miles and miles." She finished her mojito and ordered another.

"How the fuck would I know that this island catered to women only?"

"I'm not blaming you girl I brought a viberator with me so I'm not completely fucked. Look at the bright side we won't get hit on by ugly old guys."

I laughed at her and watched her suck down another mojito. You could tell the effects of the booze was starting to wash over her. She ordered another with a little slur. I ordered one with her, I needed to catch up. She was right though, at least guys wouldn't be leering or hitting on us. I felt free enough to shed the microkini and tan nude. The islands were adults only so they allowed tanning in the buff. Pam gave me a whistle when I stood to shuck my suit. She was pounding the drinks, and making me laugh. Later as the sun began to set, Pam and I went to change and find the buffet. We were both feeling it, but the food helped. The wine with dinner and after probably didn't. It was late, Pam and I were feeling no pain when we finally returned to our hut.

That's when I remembered there was only one bed and it was far too warm to wear clothes but as hammered as we were, nothing mattered. I crawled into bed with only tiny panties on. Pam joined me after finishing in the bathroom.

"Why bother wearing anything? Those are some slutty panties you have on." She said after slapping my bare ass a couple of times.

I opened my eyes to see her in her panties that were completely see thru in the front with a thong back. "Your's aren't much better." I caught myself blushing after slapping her bubble butt.

Pam was reaching into her bag by the bed. She flipped onto her back after finding her toy.

"Are you going to do that here in front of me?" She started in the middle of my question answering it for me.

"Can't help it I'm so fucking turned on. You don't have to watch. Fuck is my pussy wet."

For some reason I had been aroused since we went to dinner. I felt my arousal building as it got later. I felt it too, the need to scratch the itch. I continued to watch Pam masterbate, paying attention to every move she made. Gliding the toy between her very wet lips a few times then fed the length inside. She repeated this a few times. The sound of the vibratior and of her wetness filled the air. Only broken by her moaning. I eased my legs apart, sliding my hand down inside my panties. Pam, feeling the movement, looked over at me.

"You fucking perve! You're getting turned on watching me! You slut!" She laughed.

"I am not. I was already turned on!" I quipped back in my defense.

"Sure! You're still watching, next you'll be asking to go down on me. I know you have been wanting me since we met. You have my permission to give me a couple of orgasms." Pam laughed again.

Pam kept openly masterbsting next to me and I didn't stop dipping my fingers inside either. I don't know why but I could not tear my eyes away from Pam's lewd conduct. In fact, I'm embarrassed to admit, it excited me, watching her. I could see how the wetness clung to the toy as she pulled it out. Every vibration of her lips as she plunged it back in. Pam was waxed, I stared fascinated by how it shined, illuminating her performance.

"You wish!" Was the only comeback I could think of.

"No, you wish!"

She was growing more lewd during our conversation. Pulling the toy completely free and with the other hand she would part her lips then smash them together between her fingers. Her fingers shining instantly, as she drenched them in her secretions. No matter how hard I tried to look away, I couldn't. Pam must of noticed me fixated on her hands and sex.

"Go on. You know you do, I know you do, so do it. You want me to close my eyes? Would it help? It makes me hot that you're practically drooling. The anticipation of watching you break is going to make me cum. Why don't you get a better look?"

For some reason it seemed a perfectly logical question. I asked myself the same question two more times, in my head. Debating myself trying to talk myself out of doing that, I failed. Pam assisted by opening her legs, sliding one of her legs down between my tits. Her foot was twisting itself so her toes were resting at my moist lips. Crushing my clit against the hard bone of her foot just past the toe. I moaned, it felt so good with someone else doing it. It did not matter that it was another girl or my best friend. My hips had a mind of their own.

"There, isn't that better?"

"Yes." I couldn't help but blush.

"You can taste me if you want. I'm only saying because it looks like you want."

I no longer controlled my thoughts or body. I seemed to move simply driven by desire. My hand gracefully took the toy from her fingers without breaking pace. Driving her toy inside her glistening lips and being able to feel the muscles pull it inside, was too much. It made me cum.

"Did that make you cum?"

"Yes." I don't know why I answered her honestly.

"I can't wait to see what you do when you have your tongue inside me."

It felt like my entire body turned red at once. As ashamed as I was, I couldn't help but agree, I was thinking about it when this started. My head dropped in shame bringing my face closer. Within the next blur my tongue was replacing the toy.

I wasn't sure exactly how, I just know what I like. So those things, like quick flips across the tip of my clit. I decided to incorporate the toy too, driving it in, to the hilt. Pam convulsed several times when I drove at a frantic rate. Each time the tip almost slipped free then I would drive it so far back in, it would disappear.

"You're going to make me cum." I thought she was already but when she convulsed a stream of fluid shot out, splashing against my face. Followed by another jet of fluid, some landing in my open mouth. The whole thing happened like lightning, but played in my head in slow motion.

"I never told you I was a squirter, have I?" She huffed between big gasps of air.

I sat between her legs not wanting to move. However I slinked back to my side of the bed facing Pam. Her whole body glistened. I slowly took in the contour of her breasts. The nubs at the crest, looking more like pencil erasers. Pam must have been reading my mind, pinching one between her fingers for me as she spread her legs slowly open.

" I did say a couple of orgasms!" Her words rocking my core as I dove back to her sex. The night went on in a blur.

I woke to the ringing of the phone. Wanting it to shut up, I answered it. After grumbling out what only could be understood as hello, a voice spoke.

"Morning miss, your shift begins in two hours. You are expected to report to Ms. Davies in cabana three, be on time."

The line went dead before I could ask anything. Thinking clearly wasn't an option at that moment, my head throbbing. Images of pussy and bare breasts flashing through it. I looked over at Pam, her back to me as I admired the swell of her ass. Memories of last night's bout were now flashing in my head beginning to arouse me once more. I had to clean her sex sent off my face and body so I reluctantly got out of bed. I made my way to the bathroom.

With last night's drink I was able to wash down the aspirin. Hoping the hair of the dog would help my splitting head. I showered and dressed with enough time to stumble around to find cabana three. I didn't want to be late, I was able to accomplish my goal with two minutes to spare. The door was opened by a beautiful woman wrapped in a towel, who stepped aside allowing me in.

"Ms. Davies?" I croaked.

"Yes. They told me you had the most amazing hands on the islands." Her towel dropped, and I followed her shaking ass and tits to a table in the center of the room. I wondered how they knew I took a course in Tantric massage while I stared at this girl's flawless backside. She took position face down, her back rising slightly at the size of her chest.

Warm oil awaited in the slightly steamy room, when it dawned on me that the large hut was actually the spa. I noticed a hot tub and mud bath, and some other treatment rooms too.

I grabbed the oil drizzling a thick line down the middle of her back, stopping before the split of her ass. I put the oil down and my hands went to work. Instantly remembering all the tricks to give both a relaxing and arousing massage. I thought to myself that I would be rubbing naked women for three hours. Not just rubbing, I reminded myself, tantric massage. When my hands reached her hips she moaned loud enough for me to hear her.

"Lower."

My hands instantly obeyed her request. Filling themselves with her meaty buttocks. Releasing them, then squeezing them, like I was kneading bread dough. I was getting aroused touching her so intimately.

"Lower." She breathed heavier now her breath ragged.

My hands splitting the crack following it to her sex. When my fingers felt her wetness, without thinking, I pushed two of my oily fingers inside.

"That's it, oh yeah" she moaned out in one breath. I began slowly but picked up pace a little at a time. My thumb rested on her hardened clit, rubbing it every time I inserted my fingers.

"I think that's good on the back." She flipped over after I removed my hand. She opened her legs while she looked at my now blushing face.

I poured the oil the same as before. I really enjoyed spreading it over her big breasts. I have to say for being fake they felt so real. My panties were wet, I was aroused, I wanted to fuck her. I kept rubbing, I loved the way her hard nipples scraped against the palm of my hands. With every squeeze I became more aroused.

"Lower."

Her words drew my attention to her delta. I knew what she wanted so I teased her body down to her treasure. My hand cupped her quim, my fingers slid in until they grazed her G-spot. With one hand squeezing her tits and the other bringing her close, the combination was heating me up.

"Don't be afraid darling, you're dying to taste me. I won't stop you, I can see how badly you want to. Go on. Give me a happy ending."

She was right, I was staring at her. My face lowered by itself and soon my tongue joined my fingers. Her canal flooded when I flicked it across her clit a few times. I kept changing pace to edge her. She came nonetheless, squirting into the palm of my hand. The hour she paid for coming close to an end, she hopped off the table and put on her robe. She reached into the oversized pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill l, then handed it to me.

"Thank you. You truly have some incredible hands. I'm going to recommend you to the group of ladies I came here with." Her smile was contagious. As I watched her walk away another beauty approached me and then got onto the table.

"I like mine, hard."

I grabbed the oil and went to work. I ended up performing three messages that day. On three different women, all ending happily. When I was finished I headed back to my hut and directly into the shower to wash the lady cum off me. Pam was not there when I arrived. After my shower I wrapped myself in a towel and flopped on the bed. My mind was spinning, my head kept flashing bodies of women behind my closed eyes. My stomach told me I needed to go eat so I covered my nudity and headed to the buffet.

I filled a plate and found a table to eat at. I sat watching the women here. I was a little tired from donating my time. There was no sign of Pam, I wondered if she.....

Anything is possible I thought. I went on a walk after eating, hoping it would start burning the calories I just put in. I ran into Ms. Davies, she was sightseeing with two other women. She shouted my name and waved me over. I went over to her, I didn't want any bad things said about me on or off the job.

"Hello Ms. Davies."

"Hello, Katrina." She turned to her friends. "She has great hands." Giving me a wink when she turned back my way. The hens clucked between themselves for a few moments. Then one stepped close.

"I'm booked with you tomorrow. I had to, after hearing from two separate ladies how wonderful your hands are. My name is Michelle.

I thanked them all for the compliments. I learned that I would soon be touching everyone in her group.

"I even booked another session two days from now." Ms. Davies boasted.

I thanked them again. Trying to think of an exit because it was starting to turn me on. I imagined them without their clothes thier skin shimmering from the oil.

"Why don't you have a drink with us?" Blair said

Blair was the more forward one of the group. Pretty, big talker with big lips. Her brown eyes held a mischievous twinkle.

"I thought I would rest tonight so I could do a good job tomorrow." I said smiling.

"Nonsense!" Blair interlocked her elbow with mine and pulled me in the direction of the bar.

I attempted to politely refuse but Blair wouldn't hear it. I sat down with the ladies and we all ordered a round. I finally spotted Pam, talking to a blond that was hanging on her every word. I got lost thinking about how long I wanted to keep this up.

Blair started hitting on me and kept hitting on me. The plot thickens when April, a girl I'm massaging in a day, squeezed my thigh to get my attention. I quickly figured it out. Blair and April came here together. Or was it the honeymoon, the idea of a threesome had always intrigued me. I never saw it being all female. I was certainly aroused by the attention.

I watched Pam being escorted out by the girl swooning on her. Perfect I thought, like her ego needs the boost. She smiled as I felt my phone vibrate. Her text said to give her an hour. It was then I said I needed air. I managed to make my way outside, I needed to get some sleep. Blair and April came out after me, walking my inebriated ass towards their hut. I quickly called, forwarding my room calls to my phone.

Clothes went flying as soon as the door closed. Having two horny girls practically ripping fabric off my body. We lewdly covet the naked flesh until it bends, soon we were a tangled mess.

Sleep found me quickly.

There's more coming......