There she learned how labor-intensive the task of coffee production is, requiring the complete involvement of the rural mountain communities, and her respect for the industry deepened. She learned how the elevation impacted its grade and labeling. She learned how the berries were picked by hand and floated in water, then discarded if there were any signs of insect damage. They examined the holding tanks, observed the washing process designed to remove mucilage, and learned about the concrete slabs used for drying.
Best of all, after a brief explanation of how the finished product was certified by the Coffee Industry Board of Jamaica, they set about tasting the various grades and roasts themselves. The Peaberry-grade coffee was steaming hot, rich, and earthy, with notes of cocoa and spice and a nutty creaminess. It was clean, without any harsh bitterness.
Amber and Gianna bonded over each cathartic sip of coffee as if it were roasted just for them. Surrounded by the breathtaking flora and the distant view of an azure bay, there was nowhere in the world that Amber would rather have been, nor anyone else she'd rather have shared that experience with.
***
They didn't return from the mountains until dusk was beginning to settle in. After toying with the idea for a while, Amber decided to invite Gianna back to the resort. It felt strange for her to cross that threshold which had previously been a boundary between two experiences, especially on Valentine's Day itself. On one side had been a world unknown to her; one of happy couples sharing their love on a tropical getaway. On the other, a means of escape from all that.
However, the two sides had become one. The lines were blurred. Inexplicably, Amber felt that she'd returned to the resort possessing the proper attire for entry into an exclusive club. She knew the secret password. It was a name: Gianna.
Amber's heart fluttered as they conversed excitedly throughout dinner, knowing that the sweet dessert they concluded with was the last stop beyond which lurked something even sweeter. She wondered if Gianna would ask to go back to her room or if she would be the one to propose. What would they do when they got there? Talk for a while? Trade more stories, share more theories about the world? Or would they be back at each other's lips the moment the door closed and enshrined them in a secret chamber of unchained infatuation?
"Can I see where you're staying?" Gianna asked, patting her full stomach and answering Amber's pondering with a transparently sly grin.
"Of course!" Amber replied enthusiastically.
The moment they entered Amber's cozy villa, Gianna swept through the room as if she herself were returning to the comforts of home. Feeling insecure, Amber briefly wondered if she'd gone back to other girl's rooms before but dismissed the sentiment as foolish anxiety. Gianna's fingers danced along the perimeter of the bed as she circled around toward the little door that led into the bathroom oasis.
"Hurry! I really have to pee!" she laughed.
Amber quickly followed, emerging into the secluded pocket of wilderness where inquisitive vines, dazzling flowers, and stone masonry delivered an air of luxury to the open-air toilet and shower. Gianna rushed to lift the lid, spun around, and yanked down her panties as quickly as she could. She threw her head into her hands, releasing a long, satisfied sigh which soon shifted back to her musical laughter. Even the delicate tinkling sound that soon skittered against the walls sounded musical.
Gianna stood back up and slid her underwear back on, then moved through the foliage like a cat on prowl until she reached Amber's side. She threw her arms around Amber with a sigh of relief.
"Feel better?" Amber laughed. Gianna nodded eagerly. Despite knowing the reason for the embrace, the manner in which Gianna lingered there gave Amber the impression that she herself was the true source of her companion's relief. She returned the gesture, slipping her arms around Gianna's waist until they settled against the soft roundness of her backside.
"After everything we did today, I'd like to take a shower," Gianna whispered, flashing her eyes up at Amber. "Will you join me?"
Amber grinned, finding there to be no need to even reply, as one seemed equally as eager to lead the other back into the bedroom and over to a small armchair tucked into the corner. There they quickly undressed, discarding articles of clothing as if finding them useless and obstructive. Gianna's stunning body emerged joyously from beneath those garments, a celebration of all that was beautiful and feminine.
With an innocent laugh, Gianna skipped back outside dragging Amber by the hand, desperate to greet the evening air with their shining nudity. The whole garden was a crepuscular delight, glimmering like the backdrop of some bewitching fairy tale at the center of which gleamed two amorous bodies charmed into each other's arms by means of a sorceress' spell. Amber discovered the bright moon smiling down upon them, turning Gianna's flesh a celestial silver as if it had adopted the lustrous patina of that far-off orb.
Excited by the prospect of an intimate encounter beneath the stars, Gianna continued to lead Amber by the hand until they gathered beneath a wide shower head. She turned the knob, filling the coverless room with a gentle hissing sound. They stood there in the mist, breast to breast, like two tall trees holding firm in a sudden rain shower, listening to the patter of water against the nearby leaves and the nocturnal prattle of curious birds eavesdropping overhead.
Finding herself flooded with a growing arousal, Amber shifted distractedly in the well of smooth stones massaging the soles of her bare feet, her toes clutching one or two as if intent upon squeezing the excess urges from her body. Together they shared a warm caress as the high parapets of the walled garden enclosed them in the perfect solace of their steamy communion.
Slowly, tenderly, the task of becoming clean together turned into an act of lovemaking. The long, sensual strokes of each one's hands upon the other's soapy body became imbued with an emergence of craving. Long trails of shiny bubbles mapped a course of where they had been and of what they had enjoyed. Serpentine tendrils of warm suds slid between Amber's breasts, traveled leisurely down the plain of her stomach, and vanished between her legs until Gianna's curious fingers sought for their destination.
As she lifted one leg to expose her sopping sex, Amber felt her back suddenly arch against the unyielding wall, as cool and smooth as slate. Gianna had begun to help herself to Amber's simmering mons, worshipping it with all her senses and working it into a frenzy. The tease of her tongue, her lips, and her warm breath sent Amber reeling and eager to return the favor. They soon switched places, offering each other a smoldering look as they made themselves interchangeable in the twilight.
Amber sated herself on Gianna's slippery flesh, no longer in need of any artificial lubrication from the soap. She dragged her body up along Gianna's until she felt the kiss of her lover's nipples upon her own. Amber plunged her fingers deep into Gianna's body in a desperate attempt to coax out the source of Gianna's absolute delectation. Gianna seized up and let out a long moan until Amber absorbed it with a kiss.
They continued like that, frantically trading their love back and forth like a precious gift passed between them. It was a battle of wills; who could express their affections the longest, the hardest, the most sincerely. It ended in a draw amidst the desire to rush back inside to dry off and carry their discomposure to the bed.
Amber rushed to the mattress where she lengthened herself across the cool sheets. Her happy breasts, sparkling eyes, and widening lips expressed her best come-hither look. She languished there, overwhelmed with butterflies, waiting for Gianna to come and further unleash her playful side. Gianna's catlike movements came alive as she stealthily made her way toward the bed until she descended upon Amber with open arms and cradled her against her chest. Amber couldn't decide if she wanted to kiss or suckle, so she did both, delighting herself with Gianna's sensitive, rigid nipples.
Anxious to resume the task that had been briefly interrupted, Amber then returned her loving attention to Gianna's pussy which she willingly offered. Amusing herself with the ardent wriggle of Gianna's body,
Amber gave her partner a spirited pursuance, happily rendering Gianna helpless and weak. Despite all the scents and flavors of the island, from the tart citrus fruits, to the fragrant flowers, to the freshly roasted coffee, and even the delicious salt-stain constantly lacing her own lips, nothing compared to the intoxicating experience of Gianna's intimacy; fragrant beyond fragrant, the depth and savor of her sex somehow expressing her vivaciousness in all its glory, distilled as it was to that earthy oblation.
Gianna was all too ready to exact her sweet revenge, subsequently drowning herself in the warm humidity of Amber's sex and fully engaging her with the determined lashes of a playful tongue. Amber slid her hands over her body, over her breasts, and then clutched at the pillow behind her. Her body moved in one ongoing undulation, suffering the crisis of Gianna's immeasurable hunger. Amber bit a swath of her own hair and moaned through her teeth, feeling her tension build and release in explosive cycles.
After some time, Gianna sat back up and began grinning deviously. "I have an idea..." she said, as Amber lay there unraveled by their prurient frolic.
Gianna leapt out of bed and headed straight for Amber's small suitcase. She reached into the bag, fished about for mere moments, then pulled out a hard black case. Amber blinked with bewilderment as Gianna snapped it open. Amber had kept her travel dildo and a miniature bottle of lube in a nondescript capsule, safe from accidental damage and prying eyes. She remained startled by how little effort it took Gianna to locate something she could only have assumed was there.
"Found it!" snickered Gianna, before rushed back to the bed. Amber blushed a little with embarrassment. "Don't give me that look," Gianna added with a belly laugh.
Before Amber could say anything, Gianna closed her lips with one finger and then set about removing the small, beaded glass dildo from its sheath. With a quick squirt of lube, she was ready to make Amber a slave to pleasure with some playful manipulations of that slippery object. Gianna began to slowly rub it back and forth over Amber's pussy, gliding it smoothly between her labia, up to the line of her pubic hair, and then back down again, forcing her lips to separate and then relax together again.
The teasing caused Amber to groan loudly. When Gianna was satisfied with her own level of amusement, she plunged the object smoothly into Amber's body. She began to writhe with pleasure, bucking her hips helplessly against the familiar toy, excited to enjoy its magic in a purely passive manner, for once. Gianna watched as Amber continued to moan and caress her breasts, wild with pleasure.
One by one the sticky glass beads sunk into Amber's body and then emerged again, popping free with a reiterative pulse. The row of pronounced, clear bulbs displaced the dim light, cycling between a sweet coral pink and beige flesh tones. Amber expressed a deep satisfaction as the firm, rippling form moved within her body according to the whims of her impish lover.
"Ugh..." Gianna finally lamented.
"What?" asked Amber.
"This is making me horny as fuck..." Gianna confessed with a grin.
Amber grabbed the toy from Gianna's hand and, with a growl, took control of the situation. Never before had she experienced her own desire in such a raw, wild state. She felt untamed like she was raised by wolves, knowing only how to communicate with savage gestures. She heard Gianna grunt as she thrust the glass cylinder through the recesses of her body, molten with a deep, tingling fire.
They began to meld together, anxious for each other's lips as Amber fucked her lover with her favorite toy and felt her fingers becoming increasingly sticky.
"Amber..." Gianna droned as her body pressed madly against the disheveled bed. "Fuck..."
Gianna threw her head back and began to lose her senses, moving her head back and forth dizzily as her long hair scattered or clung to her face.
"Mmgh! Oh, fuck— yes! Amber!" she cried out.
Amber felt Gianna's body thunder beneath her, grinding frantically against Amber's hand until she crumbled into a blissful oblivion. Undeterred by the shock of an orgasm, Gianna's pleasure seemed to only make her passions swell. Abandoning the dildo, Amber spun into Gianna's embrace. Downing themselves in one another, they began to roll through the sheets, the anguish of love and lust driving their desperation to the limits.
Gianna frantically rolled backward and threw one leg open, inviting Amber's hips to lock positions with her own. Amber leaned back and moved up to Gianna's vulva, sliding her clit up against her lover's. Desperate to feel as close to one another as possible, they began a spirited tribbing, gazing deep into each other's eyes with the desire to witness one another's deep pleasure.
Bound at the hips by their physical lust and sealed in a deep gaze expressing the depth of a secured adoration, Amber felt herself overflowing with emotion. Her eyes began to dampen as she begged breathlessly for her lover's body.
"I'm so happy right now..." she finally confessed between moans, "I can't believe we ran into each other here! I don't even care about this trip anymore. I just want to spend more time with you."
Hearing Amber's outburst, Gianna lost control of her own emotions for a moment. Amber saw her eyes become watery, an experience that seemed to briefly frustrate her. Moments later, Gianna mumbled, "Please don't freak out..."
"What do you mean?" Amber asked as their bodies continued to writhe hungrily together.
"I mean... I know you won't. Just... just listen and don't say anything. You don't have to say anything."
"What is it?"
"I love you so much," she said, her eyes threatening to produce tears. "I really do... I love you with all my heart. Hap-- happy Valentine's Day..."
Amber felt her body swell with emotion. She wondered what possessed Gianna to use that precise word so quickly, on what was effectively a first date. They'd only just met!
And yet it put her on cloud nine. Amber found herself wanting to hear Gianna say it over and over again, as strange and unexpected as the remark was. Before she could even open her mouth for a reply, Gianna rose up and pressed her lips to Amber's, holding her tightly as their bodies continued to grind rhythmically together, hungrily seeking each others pleasure, driven to ecstasy by the wet, slippery friction of their pussies and the lingering scent of their combined femininity that hung in the air.
Gianna suddenly weakened, exhaling a warm breath across Amber's neck. "Amber..." she moaned softly before whipping her hips faster and faster. Amber could feel the sensations building in Gianna's body, as they were in her own. A storm rose up through her body in an instant. Clutching Gianna for support and security, she braced herself for the soaring release of all that had built between them since that moment they locked eyes at the restaurant.
With a gasp, Amber closed her eyes and cried out. Her body began to quake. She felt herself squirting, anointing Gianna's with the consummation of their voracious efforts. Their mutual orgasms crashed into each other in an explosion of heat and energy, one feeding the other with the blissful relief of an intense desire, the wide expanse of indulgence robbing them of any sense of control, obliterating all sense of identity, briefly enacting their beautiful devastation.
A peaceful calm followed. The night was suddenly muted. All frustrations, sadness, and fear had fled from Amber's body as she lay there beside her loving partner, their fingers still gently engaged in quiet play.
All space between them closed as they entered the sanctum of each other's embrace. Together they softly submitted to the drunken, hazy fog of sex and sleep.
Though it was more of a half-sleep, laced with wild dreams and infused with the scent of night-blooming flowers washing into the room, their bodies periodically soothed by the slow, regular crash of waves like a distant, natural lullaby.
***
The following morning was an unwelcome one.
Not only did Amber have to face the fact that it was time to fly home and leave Gianna behind, but the incoming storm had also increased in speed and was headed straight for Jamaica. The weather forecast had literally become dire overnight. Amber f
ound that her original flight had been grounded and she was forced to transfer to the only other airline willing to take off for her to return to work as scheduled. It was a rather sketchy one and far from reliable.
Part of Amber just wanted to dismiss all sense of responsibility-- to just stay there with Gianna in their island paradise. Gianna also seemed sadly resigned to the completion of their time together. It hadn't been long but Amber couldn't help but feel that it was something that needed to continue. Somewhere. Somehow.
Despite a somber mood, they managed to get Amber packed and hung out by the pool to wait for a ride to the airport. Amber stared through the glassy surface of the water, down to the lane lines on the tiled floor that wavered erratically as if unsure of their path and direction. They talked about the things that they had done together and how much they'd enjoyed them but in the back of Amber's mind, a strange panic began to form. Something didn't seem right. She couldn't accept the mere possibility of losing touch with Gianna and never seeing her again.
"Do you remember what you said to me at the beach?" Amber asked, suddenly driven to desperation.
"Yeah..." Gianna said, hesitantly.
"You wanted me to do something crazy. To trust you," Amber continued. Gianna nodded. "Well I did that-- and it was awesome. I don't regret a single thing we did."
"Me neither," said Gianna with a small smile breaking through the shadow of her quiet melancholy.
"Well... what about you? If I asked you to do something crazy, would you trust me?" Amber gazed at Gianna with a hopeful look. Gianna was already sighing as if she knew what was coming. It made Amber confused but she still didn't question what she knew about Gianna's feelings. "Come back to New York with me. Just for a little while. You could stay at my apartment. It's not big... but--"
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