Twelve hours after my morning ‘demonstration’, I was standing in a busy restaurant foyer, crowded with a mix of locals and out-of-towners on vacation. The scents of aloe and sunscreen hung in the air of the waiting area. While waiting with my family, my eyes skimmed over the throng of patrons, taking in some unfortunate tan lines and various shades of sunburned flesh.
A voice saying, “Your table is ready,” made my head turn. A slim young woman a few inches taller than me, with bleach-blonde pixie hair and an armful of menus, appeared in front of my mom. As her eyes examined our group, they lingered a second longer on m,e and a wide grin crossed her face.
I smiled back politely, and she guided us to a table overlooking this end of the lake.
She placidly handed everyone a menu until she got to me. Again, her smile erupted, her golden eyes twinkled mischievously, and she seemed to be suppressing a giggle.
We locked gazes as I took the laminated page from her with a “Thank you,” and a growing curiosity.
“You are welcome,” she chimed, a clear inflection on the ‘you’.
Then, addressing the entire table, “Dylan will be your server, and he’ll be over shortly! Enjoy your meal.”
As she turned to leave, I caught her in my peripheral vision, covering her mouth as she snickered inaudibly.
“Do you know her?” Mom asked with a quizzical look.
“No,” I shook my head.
“Well, she sure was…smiley,” Mom shrugged and settled back into her chair.
“She probably likes ‘er hair,” Dad said gruffly without looking up from his menu. “People are always looking at your rainbow hair.”
He wasn’t wrong, except maybe about the ‘rainbow’ part.
Since getting out of high school, I had consistently dyed my locks, rotating through many different bold hues. Currently, my mane was a vivid blend of purple, fuchsia, and cerulean that fell to my shoulders in soft waves.
My colorful hair always drew attention, even more so away from my college campus. But my parents hadn’t really seen the way she looked at me. I secretly hoped it was more than my locks she found appealing.
Our waiter appeared a moment later, and dinner carried on easily. My parents peppered my sister’s new friend, Jessica, with questions while Molly begged them to stop. Everyone enjoyed their meals, and we decided to grab some dessert to go.
I excused myself to the bathroom, and as I crossed the dining room, I caught the hostess watching me. When I met her eyes, she didn’t look away, but again smiled coquettishly, like the two of us shared some salacious secret. I couldn’t help but smile back and add a flirtatious wink.
When I came out of the bathroom stall, there she was, leaning casually against the wall adjacent to the sinks. I hesitated in the stall doorway and then stepped toward her to wash my hands.
We watched each other for several seconds, silently smirking as we studied one another in the mirror. Her short blonde waves and impish grin reminded me of Tinkerbell. I lathered my hands slowly, waiting for her to speak.
“I’m sorry, I only caught the end of the show this morning. Will there be another performance tomorrow?"
I froze.
That was her!?
My heart lurched into my throat, and goosebumps prickled across my entire body. My cheeks burned as I met her stare with wide eyes. She chuckled lightly and swept a hand through her bleached waves.
I had not gotten a good look at my voyeur. The baseball cap and Aviator sunglasses had obscured their features, and under the long sleeve shirt, I had just assumed it was a man…
I stood at the sink, seconds passing like hours, and this morning’s boldness totally vanished.
Part of me wanted to deny she had seen anything, to play this off like I had no clue what she was talking about…but my flamboyant hair and bold tattoos were quite distinctive.
She took two steps forward, now standing less than a foot behind me. My mind and heart were racing.
“If so, I’d love to get a front row seat.”
My face and ears burned intensely, and I turned away, grabbing a paper towel. I felt her eyes roaming over my curves, and my goosebumps turned into a full-body tingle. Reflexively, I shifted my hips to sway my short dress.
I swiveled back around, meeting her face to face. One side of her glossy pink lips perked up as we openly ogled each other. The restaurant’s aquamarine polo shirt brought out flecks of jade in her eyes.
A warm desire was starting to spread through me. I broke our gaze, smiling bashfully at her knees. A soft chuckle escaped my throat.
“I, uh, didn’t think I’d ever see you again. I mean, the person in the kayak. With all the people on this lake…” I stammered haplessly.
“Oh, I am sure.” Her eyes sparkled as she chortled. “Or you wouldn’t have flaunted yourself so shamelessly.”
I blushed again, still avoiding her eyes by looking at her tan, shapely legs. An abstract floral tattoo sprouted from her left ankle and wrapped around her calf.
She leaned in close, fondling the hem of my periwinkle sundress between her thumb and two fingers, bringing her hand daringly close to my bare thighs. A moist heat flooded my pelvis when she brought her lips to my ear and spoke softly.
“If I didn’t have somewhere to be, I would have come in for a closer look.”
Suddenly, the restroom door swung open, causing us both to jump. She released my skirt and reached quickly past me to grab a paper towel as I pivoted toward the sink. A woman in her 70s glanced our way as she walked toward a stall.
I looked up to the mirror to meet the hostess’ gaze, and we broke into a shared silent snicker. As she wadded up the dry paper towel, she sidled up behind me, letting the front of her thighs brush against my ass. My chest fluttered when she whispered in my ear.
“So, will I see you tomorrow?”
Warm breath on my neck sent a quiver down my spine and a slickness over my labia. The trash can made a clink behind me as she deposited the towel.
I inhaled sharply when her other hand grazed across the small of my back. A shy smile crossed my lips as our eyes searched each other. She stepped backward towards the door, hooking one finger under my skirt and pulling the fabric playfully.
I choked down the butterflies in my gut enough to mutter under my breath, “Show starts at 7:00.”
Her face lit up with a wide smile, and I spun around to give her a little shimmy that swayed my skirt and jiggled my tits. She bit her lip lustily and purred in approval.
“See you then,” she winked before disappearing through the door.
I stood there, inflamed and spellbound. A flushing toilet brought me back to reality, and I assessed my reflection before heading back to the table.
Walking across the crowded restaurant, I was intently aware of the scent emanating from my sodden pussy. The gusset of my thong was struggling to contain the pool of juices seeping from my core. I was certain every person I passed could tell how horny I was, and that thought only served to make me more wet.
As my family made our way to the exit we passed the Hostess stand, and my potential paramour wished us all a lovely evening. When no one else was watching, she shot me a sultry wink and licked her lips, causing another rush of adrenaline to course through my body.
Outside, I shuffled quietly behind the group as we walked back to the boat, replaying the events from the restroom. My vulva was swollen with feverish heat, and I caught whiffs of my lust on the breeze. My desire felt overwhelming.
Back aboard, I immediately went to my cabin and retrieved my bullet vibrator. I pulled the dress over my head and stood in front of the mirror in my skivvies. Running my hands over my breasts and curves, feeling the soft warmth of my skin...
My middle finger slipped between my puffy labia, sinking into my slick crevice, making me pant as I brushed across my hardened clitoris. I wanted to plunge all of my fingers inside and fantasize about…Fuck!! I hadn’t gotten her name! I’m such a putz!!
It didn’t matter. It was her fingers I imagined touching me, her lips covering my body with delicate kisses. I added a second finger and stretched my entrance slightly, drawing out a whimper.
Watching my reflection, I withdrew my fingers and brought them to my face. The potent scent of my own lubricant made me grin, and my tongue licked the tacky digits, tasting my nectar, but imagining it was hers.
I tugged down the drenched thong, noting strings of clear honey clinging to my labia. As I leaned back against the mirror to secure the door, the cool glass sent a shiver down my spine. My thumb pressed the vibrator on, and I pushed it between my wet folds to barely touch my pink pearl. My chest shuddered, and my eyes rolled back with a sigh.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan while the toy sent shock waves through my core. Recounting my morning adventure with the newly revealed facts had my slit dripping. My hips bucked and my legs quivered as the contractions of an orgasm rippled from deep within. I arched my back against the door as a gush of hot fluid coated my hand and thighs. Turning the blue bullet off I let my hand slide down my leg, following the creamy drops running toward my knees.
My chest rose with a deep breath, filling my nose with the heady scent of my lust. I opened the small porthole window while I wiped up with a beach towel. Thick, hot air seeped into the cool room and I hoped the smell would dissipate while everyone was on deck.
I pulled on cotton pajama shorts and a baggy t-shirt before looking myself over in the mirror. My face had a distinct post-climactic flush that made me smirk knowingly at my own reflection. the
On deck, Molly and Jessica sat on a sofa chattering loudly in their own world. Mom sipped a drink next to Dad while he piloted the boat back to our marina. I spent the rest of the night with a tranquil smile, fantasizing about tomorrow morning.
***
Anticipation woke me before my alarm. A tingle crept from my pelvis across my entire body, stiffening my nipples despite the rising sun warming the small cabin.
I pulled back the sheet and swung my feet over the edge as I sat up. The black bikini I laid out before going to sleep felt cool on my feverish skin. My mind churned.
Will she really show up? What if there is someone else at the island? This is wild, totally debaucherous…
I grabbed the dry bag I had already packed, tossed my phone in it, and quietly opened my door. Though I tiptoed to keep from waking Molly & Jessica, I moved with more purpose than yesterday. Having already disclosed my plan to take the watercraft out again this morning, I was not concerned about waking my parents.
Still, I launched the jet ski with a kickoff of the dock and did not turn the engine over until I had nearly coasted to a stop. The sun felt more intense this morning, rapidly heating everything it touched. I accelerated hard across the lake, making my own misty breeze.
When I had my island in sight, I took a lap around, scanning for her kayak or anyone else that might be looming around our oasis this morning. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I navigated into the same shallow area and again tied the jet ski to a root at the water’s edge.
The cool lake lapped at my burning thighs. My heart was thrumming with anticipation as I strolled onto the beach, looking for a shaded refuge. Terns chirped and flitted away from my intrusion.
I spotted a place where the trees filtered the sunlight into dapples on the copper earth. Being slightly uphill from the water it had the benefit of being somewhat concealed while still offering a narrow view of the lake.
As I spread my towel down, I began to realize how nervous I was. Arousal mixing with trepidation had my nipples jutting through my unlined top.
I couldn’t decide how to get started. Being caught in the act was one thing--the rush of adrenaline and dopamine overriding any logical thinking. But ‘performing’ for an audience, even an audience of one, was quite different.
I untied the straps behind my neck and shoulders, letting the top fall silently onto the towel. My palms glided over my hard nipples, cupping and kneading my pert breasts. I closed my eyes, replaying last night’s exchange at the restaurant.
Remembering her fingers upon my skirt, so close to touching my thighs, and the way her green eyes flickered when she laughed. I wanted to tangle my hand in her pale blonde waves and pull her into me, tasting her lips upon mine.
As I stood topless, one hand pinching a nipple, the other slid into my bottoms pressing a single finger into my well-lubricated vulva. I dropped to my knees on the towel and reached into my bag.
An easy breeze blew across the lake, rustling the leaves so the sunlight danced around me. I gulped from my water bottle and felt the cold liquid run down my throat and trickle behind my ribs.
Was she really going to show up? What if this was some kind of set-up to snap photos and blackmail me?
I cupped both breasts with one forearm and glanced around apprehensively, unsure what I was even looking for, when an orange blur caught my eye. I stood up to peer more carefully through the foliage.
There she is!
My heart leapt; whether from joy or panic, I could not decipher. Suddenly, my ears burned with the hot thudding of my own pulse. I watched her guide the kayak into the shallows next to my jet ski.
Fuck. What do I do now? I stood still, my hands mindlessly massaging my boobs while I peered at her over the branches.
There was no mistaking her for a man today. Her lithe, tan body glowed beneath a teeny teal bikini top that barely covered her A-cups. Short bleach-blonde waves fell over a white visor as she maneuvered herself out of the kayak.
One hand slid down my belly, into my suit, feeling slick nectar coat my fingertips. My engorged clit was begging to be touched.
“Glad to see I’m not late to the show.”
She snapped her head up from the knot she was tying and looked me square in the face, right through my shield of shrubbery. My cheeks burned, and I froze like a prey animal, fighting the urge to yank my hand up and cross my arms over my chest defensively.
I watched her tiptoe carefully on bare feet up to my shaded sanctuary. She stepped into the thicket and looked me up and down, a sly smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. I shifted bashfully under her gaze, one hand still down my bottoms, the other cupping a breast.
“Late yesterday and early today, it seems,” she chuckled in amusement.
I exhaled a slight scoff through my smile and diverted my eyes. If she had planned to catch me in the act, then she was right; I hadn’t really ‘gotten started’ before she arrived. Now, standing face to face, I felt unsure how to proceed.
My swollen pussy throbbed with desire, urging my fingers to push deeper between my lips. I remembered how good it felt yesterday, plunging in and out of my velvety tunnel. How wet she’d left me after our bathroom rendezvous…
The sight of her now, in that itsy-bitsy bikini, just an arm’s length away, had my pulse on the rise. A bead of sweat trickled from my hairline down my spine making me shudder slightly.
She stood akimbo, gazing at me, smiling the same way she had at the restaurant-- unpretentious and mischievous. My shoulders relaxed and I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.
“I’m Kyra, by the way,” I blurted through a nervous smile.
She stepped forward and my breath caught in my throat as she caressed my breast with a single finger. My nipple tightened under her touch making her smile and her eyes raised from my tits to meet in a smoldering stare.
“I’m Riley.”
Maintaining eye contact, she bent down and clasped her soft lips around my areola, suckling and swirling her tongue over delicate flesh. I gasped and laced my fingers through her shaggy blonde mane, knocking her visor off. The hand down my bikini bottoms noticed a palpable increase of heat radiating from my crotch.
Riley’s hands explored my waist and traced slowly up my spine. I tugged her hair gently, yet firmly enough to tilt her face up to meet me in a searing kiss. She tasted like coconut and pineapple. Our tongues writhed together greedily, leaving me dizzy and breathless.
I inhaled sharply when the hand gliding up my spine wrapped around my ponytail and pulled my head back, breaking our kiss. She nibbled and sucked down my exposed neck, biting my collarbone tauntingly. My fingers loosened their grip but stayed tangled in her short locks, unwilling to submit completely.
She traced her tongue along my clavicle, kissing the soft spot on my throat, and dipping down to suck my other nipple. I let out a ragged whimper, watching her through half-closed eyes.
Her hand slid from my waist to my wrist, following my reach down into bikini. Her palm pressed into the back of my hand, laying her fingers along my knuckles. I let her guide our hands down my mound and between my tender thighs.
“Touch yourself for me,” she whispered, lips brushing my ear. Moving as one, our hands cupped my drooling pussy, pushing fingertips sank into wet, hot flesh. “Mmm, you’re so slick already,” she purred into the side of my neck.
“Uh-huh,” was all I could muster as my eyes rolled back.
Her mouth was back on mine, kissing fervently as we pushed further into my crevice. The familiarity of my own touch was eroticized by her guidance. Our middle fingers slipped past enflamed vulva and just barely into my tight entrance. My twat flexed instinctively, and we both moaned as four digits stretched me open.
She wiggled her thumb around my pearl while we stroked in and out, feeling my juices start to coat our hands. My breath faltered and Riley snickered through a wide grin. Her golden eyes flashed and I could tell she was relishing the control she wielded over me. She started to loosen her grip on my hand, and she looked at me authoritatively.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she commanded, watching my face as she pulled her sticky fingers away from my own, dragging them up through my slit and over my mound. I stifled a whimper when she brought the hand to her face and inhaled my piquant perfume. Then she took a languid lick of her middle finger, and closed her mouth around it, sucking lewdly.
“Oohhh, you are delicious.” Her eyes perked up as she gently traced my bottom lip with her sticky ring finger. My tongue followed along, sampling my sweet musk. “You’ve tasted yourself before, haven’t you?” she queried, pushing her finger past my lips onto my tongue.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned, suckling her and gazing into her eyes. I yelped when she jerked my ponytail unexpectedly. My eyes flashed defiantly but before I could protest, she thrust a second finger in my mouth, nearly gagging me.
“I told you not to stop fingering yourself.” Riley looked down at my hand, barely wiggling in my bottoms. I guess I had become distracted.
I instantly resumed plunging two digits in and out of myself while I sucked and licked the two in my mouth. An impish grin filled her face as she saw me submitting to her will. She held my hair tightly, watching me fellate her fingers.
“That’s a good girl,” she trilled. “Now,” she raked over my tongue, “keep working that juicy pussy.”
Green golden eyes bore into me as her fingers slipped down my chin and her grip on my ponytail loosened. My hand maintained a steady rhythm between my legs. She simultaneously skimmed an index finger down my spine and my sternum, making me shiver under her stroke.
Reaching my hip, she untied the strings on one side of my bikini, and it fell to my ankles. A light breeze tickled my exposed labia. The hand not in my slit petted her toned arms and back, warm skin tingling under my touch.
Gripping the sides of my ass Riley dropped to her knees on the towel. Her face hovered mere inches from my hand, plunging in and out of my pussy. She licked her lips like a hungry wolf, eager to devour me.
Our eyes locked as she leaned nearer, pulling my pelvis toward her. I yelped when she softly kissed the tendons of my hip making my twat tense around my fingers. Hot breath washed over the back of my hand as she moved to my other hip, kissing there, then running her tongue down the crease of my thigh, grazing my wet labia and fingers.
My knees trembled and my hand fell from my breast to lace through her hair to hold her close. She groaned, head rolling into my grasp. Her fingers dug into the fleshy sides of my ass in our tussle for dominance.
Her eyes flashed and she settled lower on her heels. Lips grazed my hand and her tongue licked over my stroking fingers. I pulled my wrist up a bit, so I was still working circles around my clit but she now had full access to my primed pussy.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, plunging her tongue between my labia.
Electricity surged through me and a primal noise escaped my throat. She lapped purposefully back and forth- flicking my bud, tracing my hidden entrance, then just brushing over my pucker. The exquisite sensations enveloped me.
Together we fondled my slick pussy; my fingers rubbing my pearl, her tongue dancing between my labia. She wrapped her arms around my hips and cupped my ass firmly. I leaned my shoulders back on a branch, pushing my pelvis forward into her mouth, and moaning passionately.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Let go.”
Riley held me close as she thrust her tongue deeper into my cunt. I peered down at her through half closed lids, panting raggedly. She was radiant with sun dappling across her blonde curls and tan shoulders. Her head bobbed rhythmically as she drew her tongue through my soft folds.
Fire spread through my belly and my entire body shook as the climax overtook me. I closed my eyes and gripped her shoulders as she slurped the creamy syrup flowing from my pussy. Shrieks and whimpers erupted from my throat at full volume. Lost in ecstasy I forgot my desire to remain shrouded.
My quaking hips could take no more, and I collapsed to my knees in front of her. I held her face between my hands and we met in a wet kiss, sharing my juices. The taste of myself on her lips and tongue sent another gush of fluid over my sex.
I gasped when her fingers slid through my pussy and hooked deeply into my tensing tunnel. We locked eyes as she thrust them in and out slowly, sending me into another whole-body orgasm. Waves of euphoria washed over me, blacking out all my senses.
When I opened my eyes, we lay on our sides, face to face, her fingers mindlessly trailing over my bare waist. She smiled adoringly and propped her head up on an elbow. I grinned back at her and took a deep breath.
“Wow. Riley…” I trailed off, still catching my breath. “That was incredible.”
“My pleasure,” she beamed.
I rolled to my back and stretched out on the towel. Overhead, wispy clouds drifted across the indigo sky. We shared a quiet moment listening to the lake awakening around us.
“I wonder if anyone heard us,” I asked, turning to look at her.
“Us?” She snickered. I blushed and laughed along.
“Ok, me. But you made me make those noises,” I retorted.
“Good,” Riley smirked. “You looked so damn hot losing yourself in the moment.”
Our eyes swam in each other’s gaze, and I felt a warmth spread through my core. She was dazzling. I slid my hand across the towel between us until my fingertips skimmed her toned belly.
We stared intently as I grazed down to her low-rise bikini briefs. She giggled just a little when I pushed under the band, inching closer to her sweetness. I shimmied my hips and shoulders sideways, closing the gap between us.
We leaned in, meeting for an open kiss. The taste of my nectar still coating her tongue and lips made my pussy twitch. Our mouths explored each other, nibbling and sucking. My hand slid deeper into her suit, middle finger brushing the top of her slit.
Riley moaned and closed her eyes, breaking our kiss with a shuddering breath. Her hips arched up, begging for more of my touch. I obliged, slipping my digit deeper between her moist folds.
She rolled her head back, and I couldn’t resist sinking my mouth onto her collarbone. Her fingers gripped the back of my head as I sucked her salty flesh between my teeth and wriggled my finger over her swollen clit.
“Ohh…yeah, Kyra,” her voice quivered.
Hearing my name on her lips set my heart aflutter. I kissed up her throat and our mouths met once more in a passionate frenzy. I grasped her hip and pulled, forcing her to roll partially on top of me, giggling. I smiled up at her.
"I want to taste you.” My hand pulled at the front of her briefs, and she stood up slowly, letting the bikini bottom remain in my grasp.
She took a moment to glance through the trees as I lay on the towel, appreciating the view of her tan legs and tidy bush, trimmed into a short strip.
“See anybody nearby?”
“Nope.” She grinned, cocking her head sideways as she looked down at me.
“Then you should come back down here and straddle my face.” I ran my hands up her shapely calves and tickled at the backs of her knees, gently pulling her to me.
Riley lowered herself slowly, dropping her knees on either side of my head while my arms laced around her thighs. Her pink lips glistened just above my face and the scent of her desire made my mouth water. My fingers dug into her firm ass and pulled her onto my tongue.
She squealed, then moaned, as my mouth enveloped her. I flattened my tongue, pressing it deep into her crease, slurping her sweet juices. Her head rolled back, relishing the sensations. Slowly I lapped up and down, teasing her with delicate licks, followed by deep, plunging thrusts. My lips closed around her stiff bud, gently sucking.
“Aahhh-oohhhh, fuck!”
Riley’s hips bucked, and I held her thighs tightly as she ground into my mouth. My tongue made tight circles around her clit, then darted into her folds. Her moans deepened as I orbited her tight entrance. The feeling of her clenching my probe sent a wave of ecstasy through my pelvis.
She rocked over my face letting my mouth work over her entire pussy while I caressed all of her body that I could reach. I was mesmerized by the way she undulated overtop me, balancing herself with one hand tangled in my hair. The other was pinching the rosy quarter-sized nipple of her left breast.
I moaned my admiration through her sensitive nub and felt her twitch in response. I continued sucking and vibrating my tongue against her clitoris, making her writhe and whimper. Her breath became panting, and sweat beads trickled down her ribcage.
“Oh, oh, oh my God! Fuuuhhh!!”
She came with a violent spasm, clutching my hair and dripping her honey onto my eager tongue. I eased my pace and pressure but kept lapping her as the tremors of passion subsided and she sank down to sit on my chest.
Riley looked down with flickering jade eyes, catching her breath through a wide smile. I grinned back from between her knees, feeling her juices drying on my flushed cheeks. A cool breeze rustled through the branches making sunlight dance over her glistening skin.
She leaned forward, lacing her fingers through my hair, bringing her elbows to rest near my ears, and her peachy nipples hovering over my face. Her slick pussy smeared across my sternum with the shift of her hips and I moaned involuntarily. Riley tugged at my scalp, bringing my chin up to meet her kiss. Her tongue traced slowly over my lips as my hands caressed her trim thighs and calves.
We were delighting in the taste of one another, sucking and nibbling amorously, when a loud chime noise caused us both to startle. Realizing it was an alarm on her cell phone, she hopped up swiftly and yanked her bikini briefs on before dashing down to her kayak.
Locating my own discarded swimwear, I redressed, then joined Riley at the water’s edge. She smiled gratefully when I handed her the white visor she’d dropped during our frolic.
“Oh, thank you, hot stuff! Wouldn’t want to forget that!”
She reached for the hat but instead grasped my wrist, pulling me toward her. I stumbled into the lake, my feet brushing against hers under the shallow water. Giggling, I pressed my chest into hers and gripped her slim waist.
Riley ran her fingertips up my arms and across my shoulders, eliciting goosebumps over my skin despite the Georgia sun bearing down on us. She cradled my face in both hands, guiding me into a passionate kiss. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, listening to the waves lap around our legs.
“Kyra…” her voice trailed off on the breeze.
“Riley,” I replied softly.
“I have to go now, but what are you doing tomorrow morning?”
