Amber broke back through the surface and caught sight of Gianna who seemed to study her with a quiet amusement. Embarrassed, Amber instantly wondered if she had lingered down there a little too long, revealing the fact that she had taken a peek while swept up in a moment of wonder and enchantment at her new friend's body. Gianna's arms began to move gracefully about her beguiling figure as she drifted nearer.
Growing nervous by Gianna's increasing proximity, Amber began to babble. "So... do you do this often? I would have never thought I'd be--" Gianna didn't seem to be paying any attention. Nearer still she advanced until she moved right up against Amber's body.
The first contact came from her lips.
They pressed firmly against Amber's, then softened. Amber breathed in deeply, her body arrested with shock. Then she relented as if some other force were moving through her, steering her toward someone she unquestionably desired.
Gianna's body pressed up against Amber's. Her soft skin produced a cocoon of warmth amidst the coolness of the water. Gianna's breasts strained against Amber's body as their kiss turned increasingly passionate. The firmness of her nipples excited Amber's own as their bodies became further entwined. Hands moved curiously over expanses of flesh. Tongues searched feverishly for one another. Below, in the depths of the ocean, a familiar tingling emerged even stronger, like a siren alerting Amber to her own wild arousal.
When their kiss evaporated, it was as if it had been the most normal and expected thing in the world. There was such little concern in Gianna's expression nor surprise in Amber's, that it left Amber wondering if she had missed something. Some critical part of their conversation on the beach in which she may have professed to have suffered love at first sight. Had they met long ago? Were they already lovers? Because how could something like this have happened so quickly, so naturally?
Amber shook off her confusion as Gianna exclaimed, "Come on. Follow me. I want to show you something!" She lurched forward and slipped into the blue depths, careening beneath the surface before entering a full crawl taking her further and further from shore. Amber followed, doing her best to keep up. In the distance, an object seemed to be bobbing there, only briefly visible now and then in the sparkling surface of the rippling ocean. As Amber grew nearer, she saw that it was a large wooden raft, moored to the ocean floor swaying gracefully about according to the whims of the sea.
Gianna hoisted herself upward, setting her breasts dancing happily about until she could place one knee on the bed of planks and pull herself the rest of the way up. She collapsed onto her back and stared up at the sky, her smooth stomach rising and falling as she huffed and puffed in order to catch her breath. Amber did the same, bracing herself for the brittle hardness of the platform but instead finding it feathery and soft, its fibers made smooth by salt, wind, and time.
Enjoying her first moment of peaceful inactivity, Amber finally felt the completeness of her nudity dominate her awareness. Her body lengthened out across the platform, presenting itself uninhibitedly toward the wide expanse of blue sky. It felt glorious having no barriers between her soul and the universe, embracing and even delighting in the absolute vulnerability and openness she experienced at that moment.
The silhouetted figure of Gianna rose beside her. Amber saw that she had lifted herself up onto her elbow and smiled down upon her with an impish look, full of craving and seemingly fully aware that Amber shared it, no matter how guarded she was. For a few moments, they connected, saying volumes contained within a simple look. Amber knew exactly what was about to happen, yet she still could not believe it. Feeling the pull of tenderness between them, she smiled back up at Gianna, returning the sentiment and offering an implicit invitation to engage her new friend's obvious desire.
All of a sudden, Amber felt Gianna's body blanketing her own. The softness of Gianna's lips seemed to overtake her whole body, bringing with them a warmth and comfort that caused a gentle stirring from head to toe. She felt Gianna's hands tangled in her hair, her own body being cradled against another's. When Gianna touched Amber, she felt suddenly alive, as if she blossomed beneath the curious touch of those fingers and finally felt beautiful. Never before had another woman looked at her quite the way Gianna did, with that much intensity, raw fascination, and infinite wonder.
Gianna's kiss began to wander, first along the length of Amber's neck, and then down across her collarbone before finding its way to her lively breasts. She treated each of Amber's nipples as if they were precious jewels to be cherished and polished clean by Gianna's devoted tongue. The surface of the platform seemed no longer hard or opaque. Amber was sinking, drowning in the sweetness of Gianna's eager attention. She closed her eyes and felt the drying coils of Gianna's long hair dragging lazily across her body as she began to enjoy the soft hollow between Amber's breasts.
It did not stop there, however. As Gianna slid her hand along Amber's soft inner thigh, she felt her body become suddenly inflamed. A look of intense longing spread across Gianna's face as Amber began to widen her hips and invite her lover to peruse the spectacle of her intimacy. Gianna sighed softly. For the first time, Amber felt her trembling. She reached up and caressed Gianna's curls lovingly.
Amber, too, was trembling as Gianna spread apart her glossy flesh revealing the manner in which Amber's body was already saturated with an aching impatience. She quietly moaned as two fingers slipped readily over her silken offering, exploring and caressing her body with bold ambition. She felt herself giving her body over to Gianna willingly and fully, enjoying the sensation of a continued exploration as their lips reconnected. They moved together, achieving a fluid harmony, finding themselves instantly in tune with one another's desires.
After some time, Gianna moved back down over Amber's body with an earnest and silent hunger. Amber's body seized up as she felt the resurgence of Gianna's pure devotion between her legs, driven wild by the soft suction of her delicate lips upon her most sensitive parts. She felt suddenly flustered and mixed up as she stared toward the sky.
Seagulls passing overhead. A sweeping tongue. Streaks of white through the blue sky, zipping past the sizzling orb of the sun. Her burning clit. Signals began to fire through her body like small torches being lit. The aimless rocking of the platform beneath her body made her feel like a moving, fluid tendril of fire.
Though she could make no sense of it, Amber discovered that Gianna inexplicably knew what techniques she liked best. After a symphony of sweet kisses, nibbles, and the friskiness of her tongue, Gianna took a smooth inhale and then amused herself with a gentle humming against Amber's triggered clit. The soft and playful buzzing of her deep vibrations sparked an intense pleasure that made Amber giddy with laughter. Her body flooded with endorphins, responding to Gianna's whimsy and sensual attention.
Amber found herself experiencing a confused elation, startled by Gianna's use of an obscure technique that had long been a secret favorite, known only to her most successful partners. It somehow delivered the satisfaction of a vibrator, enhanced with the intimacy of a woman's erotic touch. Gianna amused herself with this task as if she possessed questionless knowledge from an ancient oracle about the most secret keys to unlocking Amber's body.
Eventually, Gianna carried Amber's pleasure back to her lips, returning with a kiss that was laced with the erotic perfumes of her own body. It lingered there for a few moments before being interrupted by a pleading look that arrested their passion. Offering little hesitation, Amber guided Gianna onto her back. Throwing caution to the wind, she gave in to the sureness of her feelings and descended upon her lover's body. Amber drowned herself in the softness of Gianna's welcoming breasts, dotted lightly with goosebumps from the warm breeze. Her skin was incredibly soft to the touch, having dried and been graced with a powdery layer of fine salts.
Amber descended further, anxious to come to know Gianna in the deepest and most personal way. She gladly revealed her sex, offering herself to Amber's inclinations. As Amber moved in toward Gianna's body, the warm glo
w of the sun bloomed across her back. Full of yearning, Amber delighted in the loveliness of Gianna's glistening pussy. The emergence of her slippery pink flesh and pearly sheen had the appearance of a freshly opened seashell. It was seductive and beautifully fragrant. Amber buried herself tenderly in Gianna's depths, enchanted by the exquisite wonders of her body.
Amber allowed herself to enjoy Gianna's private treasures with enthusiasm and without any shame at how quickly things had developed between them. She found the taste of Gianna's natural liquor to be earthy and feminine, mixed with the still-present salt-brine of the ocean. Gianna made no secret of the vast wellspring of pleasure she had to offer, emerging from within her body like a rising tide and then winding through her writhing body like a wave crashing into the shore.
Increasingly intoxicated by Gianna's fervent craving, Amber unleashed all her pent-up frustrations, navigating the sweet recesses of Gianna's body with a boiling-over of passion that sent Gianna into a crisis of indulgence. Then, upon having received her fill, Amber went searching for Gianna's lips until the two rejoined there, feverish and alone with their mutual want.
As the tempestuous sensations grew and threatened to flood the banks of their bodies, they continued to stroke each other, their jaws quivering, their lips desperate to reconnect but blocked by a persistent need to gasp for air. They strained against one another, absorbed in the intensity of liquid fingers zipping back and forth across each other's clits.
Amber moaned into Gianna's shoulder, where she sought fruitless refuse, but a storm was about to strike. It rendered her briefly immobile upon reaching its precipice, then quaked through her body with an agonizing intensity. Gianna, too, was rendered helpless against Amber's body, both of them entangled and rattled by one another's all-consuming fire as it raged throughout their bodies.
Then, just like the calm following any storm, both collapsed into a strange cone of silent recovery. Side by side they lay, their hands still touching, still clinging at the other's presence as if unwilling to let go of the lingering memory of release whose echo still buzzed softly through their innermost muscles.
A long stretch of passing silence complemented a moment of perfect companionship. "We'd better get back to shore," Gianna finally whispered, disturbing the perfect stillness of what Amber had convinced herself was pure fantasy.
"Noo, I don't want to leave," Amber lamented, inspiring chuckles from her friend. She rolled her head to one side and gazed out across the ocean, feeling perfectly safe and satisfied with Gianna by her side, surrounded by an endless cerulean expanse and a shimmer of gold that happily glimmered across their bodies.
"Okay, we'll just wait for the beach to fill up with tourists then."
"Ack! Okay, let's go," laughed Amber, bolting upright.
With a snicker, Gianna squatted at the edge of the platform and dove into the sea with her upper body forming a perfect triangle. Her body wavered beneath the surface like a passing dolphin as she made her way back toward the shore. Amber quickly dove in after her, crashing through the surface like a rocket and feeling a swarm of tiny bubbles swirl about her naked body, tickling her from head to toe.
When they reached the shore, Gianna strutted calmly out of the ocean and into the warm breeze as Jean-Baptiste approached holding two coconuts with straws poking out from the top. Amber watched with envy at the bold comfort Gianna had about her body. Lacking the same courage, she rushed quickly out of the water, sheepishly covering her breasts and pubic area with her hands. However, as Gianna accepted one of the opened coconuts from the man, Amber discovered that he seemed unfazed by their nudity and perfectly respectful.
He cheerfully offered the other coconut to Amber. Forced to let down her guard, Amber reluctantly abandoned her modesty and reached out to accept the gift. He didn't even glance at her body. Rather, he seemed more interested in deciphering Amber's reaction to his handy-work as she held it to her mouth with both hands and took a sip from the straw. Jean-Baptiste seemed pleased when she smiled at the taste.
Amber laughed, "He added rum, didn't he?"
"Of course!" Gianna said with a laugh and a wink.
Proud of his accomplishment, Jean-Baptiste turned and hurried back to the edge of the forest, returning Amber and Gianna to their privacy. They took a seat in the soft sand and finished their drinks, laughing about what they had just done together, way out from the shore on a distant floating object that was just barely visible to them now.
"Oh my god, our butt cracks are gonna be so caked with sand..." Gianna eventually groaned, shifting from side to side.
Finishing her drink, Amber leapt to her feet with a laugh and turned to look over her shoulder. Gianna chuckled at the thin, powdery layer of sand that coated both of Amber's cheeks. She reached up and quickly brushed everything off Amber's bottom, then stood up, turned, and let Amber assist her. Amber eagerly swiped her palm across the soft flesh of Gianna's buttocks, brushing the thin layer of sparkling dust back to the ground. They quickly got dressed and turned to head back the way they came, along the water's edge.
"Head's up, Jean-Baptiste! Good luck!" Gianna shouted, pointing back toward civilization as if she saw someone coming— but there was no one there. Jean-Baptiste smiled and waved to them, then quickly hoisted up a homemade sign depicting his fee for freshly cut coconuts.
Not two minutes down the beach a small group of thirsty tourists emerged, headed toward Gianna's favorite spot with its tempting oasis of natural seclusion. She waved to them, smiled, and tugged Amber by the hand until the spangle of their excited voices vanished into the distance.
The rest of the day had raced by like a dream. Amber and Gianna romped around town, taking in the sights and sounds, sampling the street food, and stopping to listen to local musicians with dreams of becoming the next reggae sensation. But like all good days, it inevitably began to come to a close. Amber made her way back to the resort full of excitement for the new one, having made plans with Gianna to wake up early and drive out to a coffee plantation.
Still, the lovesick pangs in Amber's heart made the night unbearable and the distant approach of morning that much more welcome.
***
"I'm so excited!" Amber trilled as the dirt road rumbled beneath their small rental car. Gianna glanced over at her from the driver's seat with a wide grin. "This is, like, one of the main things I wanted to do here!"
"Blue Mountain coffee is some of the best fucking coffee in the world!" Gianna exclaimed with great enthusiasm.
Amber laughed. "It's like you know everything about me, even though we just met!"
Gianna smirked for a moment, staring silently out along the long road ahead of them, just waking up to the early morning sunlight. "I must be psychic..." she joked with a twisted grin. "Have you never been to a coffee plantation before?"
Amber excitedly recalled one of her childhood memories. "Once, when I was a kid," she explained, "we went to Kona on the big island of Hawai'i after my grandparents retired there. I just remember seeing where King Kamehameha lived and seeing the heiau temples. I got to swim with manta rays and green sea turtles! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven..."
Gianna grinned at her.
"I think that was my first time actually tasting coffee," Amber continued. "We visited a coffee plantation and I had some. I don't know if it's the minerals in the volcanic soil, or what, but I've never had coffee like that since." She gazed out the window at the majestic mountains, lush with dense forest and dotted with small wooden cottages. "I feel like you have to visit a place like this to really experience coffee and appreciate the work that went into it and the place it's grown."
"Well, part of it is that many people aren't used to drinking single-origin coffee," Gianna suggested. "That's when you can really taste the earth that it--"
Their conversation was abruptly silenced as the shrill cries of agitated birds erupted all around them. With a look of horror on her face, Gianna hit the breaks and the car screeched to a halt. Amber was confused
at first but moments later a thunderous booming was followed by a series of large rocks tumbling down the mountainside.
As they crossed the road in front of them, Amber exclaimed, "Whoa! You have great reflexes! I didn't even see those coming!" She laughed nervously and glanced back at Gianna. She was frozen, clutching the steering wheel, staring at the rocks. Amber noticed she seemed especially rattled.
"Gianna?" Amber asked with concern.
"Sorry... Um... Yeah. I've heard of falling rocks and mudslides up here. You can never be too careful," she said after a few moments of odd silence.
Gianna slowly turned the car around and took a different route. However, the incident seemed to leave a scar on Gianna's psyche for the next hour or so. It wasn't until they reached their destination that Gianna finally began to shake it off and throw herself back into their shared adventure with gusto.
Before they even reached the coffee plantation, Amber spotted a nineteenth-century estate house rising from the foliage of its perfectly-landscaped gardens. As they approached, stepped out of the car, and admired the gorgeous vista provided by a scenic overlook, Amber discovered a whole other dimension to the island. The misted mountaintops, majestic and mysterious, were full of character and beauty.
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