He introduced the rest of the crew and led them down to show and assign their cabins. Each cabin was for two people and had with en suite facilities. The cabins were midsized and contained a low, fairly large bed, a couple of chairs and a tiny breakfast table.
“You can freshen up, leave your things in your cabin and come back to the main deck in five minutes. I’ll tell you the plan for the day and show you all the fish you’ll be seeing.”
Joy set about assembling her cameras…the underwater one and her regular one. Taylor looked at her back and sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t get her twenty seconds even now. She took off her crop top and skirt and slipped on a loose black fishnet dress over a fairly modest (by her standards), can-be-worn-in-public red bikini.
She then went over to Joy and hugged her from behind. “Hey,” Joy turned her head towards Taylor. Taylor just nuzzled her shoulder and rested her cheek against it waiting for Joy to finish. Joy fixed everything to perfection, put her camera down, turned to the patiently waiting Taylor. Their lips met…
“Okay everybody, let’s gather,” Hassan boomed from the stairs between the main deck and the lower deck.
“Have I already told you that I hate him?” Taylor stressed on “hate” a little more this time. Eight hours to go on this boat…
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“After sailing for half-an-hour, we’ll have our first dive. This will be a short guided dive for thirty minutes for you to make friends with the sea. When you come back there will be hot coffee and cookies waiting for you. Then we will sail further in for forty-five minutes and then dive again. The water will be deeper and the fish and reefs richer. We will go for a guided dive of sixty minutes. We come back for lunch and sail in further for ninety minutes. Then a sixty-minute guided dive again. When you come back there will be hot and cold beverages, juices and snacks waiting. We sail for about sixty minutes again…now we’ll slowly be circling back taking a shorter route back, and going faster. We’ll stop at this most beautiful and most safe place for you to go for a dive on your own for sixty minutes. Finally we sail back.”
Hassan then showed them common hand signals that they would use to communicate with each other under water and finally a folder of pictures of the fish that they’d be seeing.
They had ten minutes to get into their snorkelling gear before their first dive. Joy removed her shorts and t-shirt to reveal her ultra-conservative sports bikini. Both slipped on their gear, Joy grabbed her camera and they were ready.
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Between the two of them, Taylor was the water girl, and she had a blast. Joy had had her camera trained on Taylor almost the whole time and had got shots of her walking on the seabed, chasing schools of fish, being surrounded by another school of fish and even being kissed smack on her lips by one.
“I hate that fish and curse it to a life of impotency,” Joy ranted once they were back in the boat.
“Cuteness overload, Joy-Toy,” Taylor smiled, kissed her cheek and went to get them the promised coffee and cookies.
Ever a people person, Taylor spent some time talking to everyone around as they milled about for the promised food. It was no surprise that as soon as Taylor returned to their table, the others followed, pulling up chairs to chat with her. Being way more reserved, Joy really admired Taylor’s ease with people, the way they gravitated to her and her general upbeat-ness. But it wasn’t quite her thing.
Joy wandered away to explore the boat on her own. She had tied a black pareu around her waist and Taylor found herself tracking Joy’s movements as she politely made lively conversation with the others who had formed a knot around her.
Joy leaned against the railing and took photographs of Taylor laughing, talking, enthralling. She was taking a close-up when Taylor turned towards her and looked right into her camera…her eyes…and smiled at her…a soft, private smile. Joy lowered the camera feeling the effect of Taylor’s smile right down to her toes. She’d just fallen a little more in love with Taylor…if that was even possible.
Shaken with emotion, Joy went to the upper deck, took a table right in the front and sat on a chair, its back to the stairs, stretched her long legs out and rested them on the lowest rung of the railing – just living her feeling for the moment.
“Hey, you,” Taylor appeared going down on one knee beside her resting her hand on Joy’s thigh. “Next dive in five…wanna come down?”
“I love you,” Joy leaned in to kiss Taylor. Taylor felt a prickle over her skin – through her soul – as she heard the depth of emotion in Joy’s voice and leaned forward towards Joy’s lips. Joy kissed Taylor wanting her to know what she was feeling via the kiss…and it was so much.
They stared at each other and a deep sincerity travelled between them on a wave of profound emotion. They got enveloped in a cloud of love.
“Ladies, only you two are left…let’s go,” Hassan shouted from below.
“I’m going to kill him,” Taylor mumbled.
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Lunch, after a fabulous second dive, was a long-drawn affair. Since they had ninety minutes on-board before their next dive, everyone lingered for a while before drifting away and finding their own spaces.
The Germans hung on the bridge horsing around with the crew and Hassan; the Indians scattered around the main deck and Taylor and Joy laid stake on the upper deck.
“I’m thinking I should do something with water,” Joy said. She stood and walked around behind Taylor’s chair, slipped her hand into the bikini top and caressed Taylor’s breast.
Joy and Taylor had this thing. Joy brainstormed her ideas with Taylor while being physically intimate in an extremely sexual way.
Usually it was in bed. Joy would be semi-reclining against pillows propped against the headboard and Taylor would be sitting close to her in a more upright posture caressing her face, hair and neck while Joy’s hands roamed around freely all over Taylor’s body…light touches; patterns or scratches with fingertips across her sides, abdomen and back; caressing, squeezing or kneading her breasts and cunt; pinching gently, twirling, rolling, pulling her nipple or clit; stroking inside her lower lips; drawing circles around her clit or vaginal opening; slowly pushing her finger in and out of her…Sometimes, when Joy couldn’t find words for her vision, she’d simply abandon words and suck Taylor’s breasts and fuck her till she found words again.
The whole experience was incredibly intimate and loving…not to mention hot and sexy. It always ended with sex that broke the Ritcher scale…and at the end of one or more such sessions, it also resulted in brilliant ideas and themes.
For her part, Taylor liked to draw her designs leaning against Joy, ensconced between her legs, as Joy sat propped against pillows set against the headboard. Joy’s folded knees provided arm rests for Taylor who’d have her sketchpad propped against her folded knees. Taylor liked Joy to be doing her breasts, cunt and clit as she sketched. When she got stuck, she’d have Joy slow fuck her and her pencil moved with inspired speed across the sketch pad.
Taylor’s designing sessions usually ended with them making love long into the night and orgasms in which Taylor practically ejaculated.
“There are all these unformed possibilities I’m thinking of.” Joy was squeezing Taylor’s breast at a slow rhythmic pace. Taylor inhaled sharply.
“Maybe something with all the seas really being one large mass of water and human beings giving them names and trying to assign geographies to them…” Joy started doing Taylor’s hardened tit – rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, pressing it, pinching it gently and Taylor closed her eyes and moaned soundlessly.
“…and drawing a parallel with mankind doing the same with the whole human race.” Joy started squeezing Taylor’s breast again. Taylor pushed her head back into Joy’s crotch.
“Or maybe rivers…civilizations starting by the sides of rivers and the sameness of human
beings.” Joy pinched Taylor’s tit a little harder and pulled it. Taylor bit her lip and arched her back slightly, pushing her breast forward into Joy’s hand a little more.
“Or maybe something with all the drowned cities around the world juxtaposed with how humans are killing water bodies and how water bodies will kill humans eventually. What do you think?” she asked looking down at Taylor.
Already mostly aflame and just a whiff away from being totally consumed since morning…this little interlude had all but killed Taylor. “Joya…” she looked up at Joy and said breathily. Unable to help herself, she slipped her hand into her bikini bottom to touch herself.
In a flash, Joy pulled up a chair close beside her, sat down – their backs to the stairs leading to the upper deck – and pulled Taylor’s hand out, “No touching the merchandise,” she teased.
“But you’re not touching it either or paying any attention to it. In fact, you’ve been neglecting it shamefully since morning,” Taylor countered rather poutily.
Without a word, Joy slipped her hand inside Taylor’s bikini and cupped her cunt. She parted the lower lips and began stroking…and Taylor heaved a long sigh of relief as she started orgasming. “Inside, Joy,” she whispered, spreading her legs a little more.
Joy slid a finger inside Taylor, and Taylor shuddered as she felt another small orgasm overtake her.
Joy swirled her finger inside Taylor’s wet vagina…and Taylor bit her lip to stop from crying out loud as her vagina filled with a further wave of wetness.
“Next dive now,” Hassan called cheerily, his head appearing above the stairs, and thankfully staying there.
“We’ll just be down,” Joy looked over her shoulder and replied, unobtrusively drawing her hand out of Taylor in a smooth motion.
“That man is doomed,” Taylor swore, every word screaming frustration.
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The water, the fish, the reefs…everything was beautiful…but for Taylor this dive was just way too long. She wanted – no, needed – to be elsewhere. All her senses were engaged in Joy. She would’ve abandoned the dive in a heartbeat and gone back to the boat – except that it would mean she’d be away from Joy’s physical presence, which she just couldn’t bear. But the dive finally came to an end and they swam back to the boat.
“I get why they have food after every dive…” Joy was speaking to her as they swam side-by-side, “…snorkelling is a hungry business.”
“Hungry is probably the right description…” Taylor pushed the snorkelling mask up her forehead and looked at Joy…her eyes leaving no doubt about the hunger she was referring to, “…but if you’re talking about food…alright…” she raised her brows with the slightest hint of mischief. Joy blushed and flicked water at her.
“Awww, Coy-Joy…look, you’re blushing,” Taylor teased, swimming closer and kissing Joy on her cheek.
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As soon as they returned to the boat, Taylor nudged Joy’s shoulder with hers and non-verbally indicated that she was going to the upper deck. Taylor was in no mood for people right now. She knew that if she stayed, she’d be surrounded once again and she was too wound up to be with anyone but Joy…and would have liked nothing better than to take Joy into their cabin immediately…but Joy’s previous comment had told her that she needed food…so she exercised superhuman control on herself.
The assured hot and cold beverages, juices and snacks was quite an interesting spread. Joy collected a couple of green mocktails in martini glasses, hummus and pita, and some cheese sandwiches and came up bearing them on a tray like a mythological Hebe.
“Hey,” she said, sitting across from Taylor, “what’s up with that deep-thought look?”
“Have you noticed those two little Indian girls, Joy?” Taylor picked up a bite-sized tomato and cheese sandwich.
“What about them?”
“They’re almost constantly glued to that iPad that they have.”
“Quite the norm with that age group.”
“They’ve been trying to get me involved in their game. They have a bunch of apps which are all fashion related. With small differences all the apps have them dressing up avatars – or what they call models – using a variety of pieces of clothing that they have available and then add accessories like shoes, jewellery, shoes, bags, make-up, hair…everything…and then they get some sort of rating for the look that they have put together. There is also some sort of peer-sharing on some of those apps with ratings, voting and winning.
“Joya, many of those apps have over a million downloads…and people across age-groups are using them. Can you believe that?”
Taylor was clearly going somewhere important with this and Joy listened with interest. “I was thinking that I should combine a fashion app with a new business line…” Taylor was thinking through her idea and refining it as she spoke. It was an absolutely brilliant plan that had never been thought before – and Joy was beyond impressed with Taylor’s business sense, grasp of technology and out-of-the-box thinking.
“You are a wonder,” Joy said shaking her head.
“Yeah…this wonder had to distract herself from fixating on you and objectifying you while you ate,” Taylor winked at Joy, picking up her mocktail now that they had finished eating everything that Joy had brought.
“Is that right?” Joy picked up the single cherry from her mocktail and proceeded to lick and suck it suggestively raising her brows teasingly at Taylor.
Heat gripped Taylor, gathering between her legs and she started throbbing. She felt her clit swell and her cunt clench and unclench in response. Unable to stand the teasing, she snatched the cherry from Joy’s hand and snapped it off its stem, quickly finishing it off.
“No cherry for me?” Joy said sadly, mock-pouting.
Taylor set down her glass, grabbed Joy’s hand with determination and dragged her below-decks to their cabin. She locked the door and pushed Joy down on the low bed, quickly pushing down her bikini bottom. She raised on leg, put it on the bed, placing it beside Joy’s arm…bringing her core very, very close to Joy’s mouth.
She parted her lower lips with her fingers, baring her swollen clit to Joy. “Cherry for you,” she said huskily.
Joy licked the tip of Taylor’s clit with the tip of her tongue. She cupped Taylor’s ass with one hand and her waist with the other as she closed her lips around the tip of the pulsating clit, licked circles around it and sucked just the tip. Taylor closed her eyes and groaned…a crazy sexy sound.
Joy licked circles from the tip of Taylor’s clit moving lower till she had the whole clit in her mouth and sucked it slowly, softly, gently, sensuously. Taylor bit her lip and a long moan escaped her as she felt herself growing wetter.
Joy started licking Taylor’s clit with firm strokes of her tongue. Taylor’s hand moved to hold Joy’s head and the other one slid down grabbing Joy’s breast and squeezing it.
Joy licked faster. Taylor shuddered and came in waves. “Lower,” she said roughly.
Joy moved lower, licking a hot wide trail from Taylor’s opening to the tip of her clit. Taylor pressed into her.
Joy licked Taylor one more time and Taylor’s hand moved from Joy’s breast to grip her shoulder, digging her blunt nails into the soft skin.
Joy licked Taylor again, pressing her tongue harder and Taylor cried out softly, coming again.
“More,” she said huskily.
Joy pressed her tongue into the softness around Taylor’s vaginal opening and licked the circle, letting her tongue enter Taylor just a little. “Joya,” Taylor moaned, as her hips began thrusting.
Joy sucked at Taylor’s opening with her lips while her tongue licked her wide and wet there. Taylor cried out loud and came again.
“Inside, Joy,” Taylor thrust her cunt into Joy’s mouth.
But Joy placed hot, wet kisses along the whole length inside Taylor’s cunt and drew back. She gently lowered Taylor’s leg
and stood up – one hand caressing Taylor’s breast and the other caressing one butt cheek.
Taylor looked at her…aroused like never before…grinding herself into Joy…and now indignant. “You don’t plan to fuck me?” she said in amazement.
“Oh Tay! I plan to fuck you…” a kiss on her left cheek,”…and fuck you…” a kiss on her right cheek, “…and make love to you…” a kiss on her lips, “…but just not right now.”
Taylor noted the words that Joy used. The words that warmed places in her heart and touched her soul. But for now, she couldn’t be side-tracked.
She took Joy’s hand from her breast and placed it on her cunt. “Now, Joy.” She manoeuvred Joy’s finger inside. “Fuck me now, Joya,” she said against Joy’s lips.
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