Joy’s hand convulsively gripped Taylor’s butt harder and she pressed her finger in further. Taylor groaned as a series of wordless sounds rained out of her lips.
A loud knock on the door cracked into their world, “Last dive, folks,” Hassan again. The knock and call repeated as he called all the others in the group too...seemed like everyone had retired to their rooms to get away from the heat and take advantage of the long sailing period that was scheduled this time.
Joy dragged her finger slowly out of Taylor as the Hassan’s racket outside continued.
“Fuck the dive, Joy,” Taylor whispered, rubbing her breasts into Joy…but Joy just kissed her and moved away.
“This man is the living dead,” Taylor muttered.
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The last dive was spectacular. The sun was no longer overhead and burning…it was lower in the western sky and cast gentle oblique swathes of light underwater. Though Taylor had to admit that this was the one dive that shouldn’t have been missed…she had mixed feelings about it. She mentally shrugged philosophically and chose to suck up and enjoy the moment and the experience.
Joy hadn’t got her camera along. After that make-out session with Taylor, she wasn’t sure she could even hold the camera steady, much less take pictures with any focus.
The water here was calm and not too deep. Since this was a non-guided dive, everyone pretty much chose to do what they wanted and go to whichever part of the sea (within a defined boundary) that they wanted to explore, so they were by themselves.
Joy watched Taylor frolicking, going underwater completely, playing tag with uninterested and uninvolved fish, gliding over reefs, swimming close to Joy and rubbing their lengths together before moving away. At one point, Taylor swam close to a reef and obviously fascinated, knelt down to observe the corals on it closely. When she swam back upwards, Joy felt she was looking at Botecelli’s Venus from the painting, The Birth of Venus. Taylor was Venus come to life with her long red-blond hair flowing around her, long perfect limbs and flat abdomen…just way more beautiful.
Joy swam to Taylor and ran a hand along her length till they were face-to-face. She took off her snorkelling mask which prompted Taylor to do the same. As soon as the masks were off, Joy kissed Taylor…a kiss that was sensuous, deep and way, way sexy. It had Taylor’s toes curling as her barely contained libido again flared to epic proportions. She moved into Joy more, deepening the kiss and under the water Joy started rubbing Taylor’s cunt with urgency...firm and fast. The sea around them became a circle of fire.
“We need to find a room. Now.” Taylor was breathing so heavily that she was almost panting. Joy nodded and started swimming towards the boat.
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“And now everyone is aboard,” Hassan announced happily as they climbed in. “Does anyone want to do any more diving or swimming or shall we go back?”
Going back was the consensus.
“Ok folks, we will reach back in about forty minutes. Hope all of you had a great day…” as Hassan continued his winding-down patter, Joy walked below-decks to their cabin on shaking legs…and Taylor was caught in a well-meaning but utterly infuriating gaggle of people who wanted to take pictures with her, exchange numbers, mail IDs, Instagram and Snapchat IDs…and talk about how wonderful she was and how great it was to meet her. Taylor politely complimented them back, posed for pictures and tried to close conversations that seemed to be never-ending…all the while feeling Joy’s hand rubbing her cunt with urgency.
It was over twenty minutes before Taylor could extricate herself and go down it. She went into their cabin to find Joy with her back to the door. She had already changed, undone her French plait…leaving her hair tousled, lying in layers, and had packed their things.
“Do you want to wear what you wore in the morning or ch…” Joy asked turning towards her, the question dying at the sight of Taylor.
Taylor had removed her bikini and was bearing down on her, gloriously naked with a predatory look in her eyes. She reached Joy, grabbed her hand and put it on her cunt, “Rub,” she said…not stopping, but walking Joy backwards towards the bed.
She pushed Joy on the bed firmly, “Don’t stop,” she said when Joy’s hand seemed like it could move away from rubbing her cunt.
She placed her knee between Joy’s legs, making her slide upwards on the bed, crawled up with her and lay down on Joy, straddling her thigh. She took Joy’s hand from her cunt and placed it on her breast, lowering her other breast into Joy’s mouth before she started rubbing herself on Joy’s thigh with a sigh. She looked down at Joy sucking her breast while rubbing herself, her hair forming a curtain around their faces.
Joy bit down on one tit with her lips while pulling the other one and Taylor’s eyes fluttered closed as she rubbed herself harder and faster, moaning.
As Taylor moved even faster, Joy took her hand from her breast and eased it between Taylor’s legs… “No, Joy…you have to let me come,” Taylor fought and struggled to take Joy’s hand away from her cunt, her hand gripping Joy’s wrist and pulling it.
Joy slid two fingers into Taylor. “Oooohhhh,” Taylor sighed. Joy pushed her fingers in further, “Oh God! Yessss,” Taylor sighed again.
She rode Joy’s fingers slowly sliding them in and out of her, filling her with luxurious sumptuousness…glorying in the feeling of Joy inside her, penetrating her deep…and started orgasming…first coming in an orgasm of waves.
It made her move faster and faster…looking deep into Joy’s eyes. Her back was slightly arched, breasts were heaving and she was drawing fast, shallow breaths when Joy curled her fingers just a tad inside her, pressing her clit with her thumb…and Taylor went rigid as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
But it still wasn’t enough and she continued riding Joy, climbing higher and higher towards a volcanic eruption…
“Everybody please come on the main deck…time to disembark,” Hassan truly had great timing.
Taylor’s head dropped into the crook of Joy’s neck, “Joya, I’m going to have to kill him.”
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They were in the mini bus, everyone having settled into the same seats as before. The quickly setting sun made the interior of the bus fairly dark. Joy slipped her hand under Taylor’s skirt and cupped her cunt. Taylor had gone commando again, not having had either the time or inclination to get fully dressed when they had been so rudely interrupted earlier. Taylor promptly crossed her legs, holding Joy’s hand firmly in place. As in the morning, it was the response of Taylor’s legs that showed how tightly wired she was and how Joy was affecting her, because she was again sitting with her face resting on her fist and looking out of the window.
“If you let me loose, I can squeeze you…and even stroke you,” Joy whispered enticingly.
Taylor turned and gave her a measured look.
“Maybe even fuck you,” Joy whispered.
“Promise?” suspiciously, but uncrossing her legs and opening them a little.
Joy winked at her and squeezed her cunt before slipping her arm around Taylor’s waist, turning towards her and slipping her other hand under Taylor’s skirt.
“Joy, you’re not much of a water person.”
“Mmm hmm,” drawing her finger across Taylor’s slit.
“Then how come today you didn’t once say no to diving to fuck me?” quietly, softly.
Joy slid her hand inside Taylor’s slit to draw her finger slowly from her opening to clit spreading Taylor’s juices all along the length inside. “Tease Me,” Joy’s eyes twinkled in the dim light.
Taylor gasped, her jaw dropping open in outrage. “This was about yesterday????”
Joy smiled a wicked, sexy smile, pressing a little more firmly around Taylor’s opening and moving her fingers in the luscious richness there.
“I so totally delivered yesterday…we were fucking till five in the morning
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“And I fully intend delivering today,” slowly pressing her finger inside.
“Joy, for you to deliver for today, we’ll have to be in bed 24x7 for at least the rest of our stay here…if not longer.”
“So who says we have to move out of bed?” Joy entered Taylor fully.
“I should actually throw a tantrum and stop you right now…” Taylor sighed as Joy started sliding in and out of her, “…maybe tomorrow I’ll do that…” Taylor covered their laps with Joy’s pareu demurely and slipped her hand between Joy’s legs, squeezing her cunt in rhythm with Joy’s thrusts, “…but right now, just don’t stop,” she lay her head on the seat back, slid down a little and opened her legs a little wider.
Joy began thrusting into her more firmly. Taylor bit her lip and closed her eyes. Joy increased the pace a little more.
…and Hassan’s raucous laughter jarred her back. Taylor opened her eyes to see Hassan up in the front with the Indians, taking their feedback, exhorting them to leave positive reviews on Tripadvisor and collecting his tip. He was obviously going to work his way to the back of the bus to them soon.
Taylor looked at Joy who didn’t seem to have even heard the noise as she was staring at Taylor’s face with an intensity that could be unnerving…had Taylor not been used to it. “Joy,” she called softly in warning. But Joy didn’t hear that either. She was somewhere else, and Taylor knew exactly where…Joy was in a place where her only reality was Taylor and what they were doing. Taylor loved that she did that to Joy.
“Joya,” she called softly again…reluctantly, she put her hand on Joy’s, stopping her thrusting. Joy blinked at Taylor, not quite comprehending. “I don’t believe that I’m going to say this…but you need to stop fucking me and come out,” Taylor said softly indicating towards Hassan with her chin.
“You haven’t killed him yet?” Joy groaned, “Why?”
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“I’ve not seen anyone as close as you two…bless you both,” were Hassan’s last words in goodbye to them…and that brought the count to 100 per cent of the people that they had met today.
Joy opened the door to their room and let Taylor precede her in. Taylor took exactly two steps in and stopped and turned, just as Joy followed her and shut the door behind her. Taylor reached out and slid their day-bag off Joy’s shoulder, placing it on the floor gently…taking care of Joy’s camera equipment inside.
She drew Joy closer towards her and wrapped Joy’s arms around her waist. She ran her fingers through Joy’s hair and stared into Joy’s eyes for a long moment before rising on her toes and placing a feather light kiss on Joy’s lips. “So you’re going to make love to me?” Another soft kiss. “Do you know, each time you look at me, I feel you’ve made love to me?” One more kiss. “Each time you touch me, Joy, I feel you’ve made love to me.” One more kiss, and she looked into Joy’s eyes. “Each time I think of you being in my life, I feel you’ve made love to me.”
Joy felt short of breath. “Tay…” she said her voice shaking. Taylor pressed the length of her body against Joy’s and kissed Joy more firmly… with deep emotion.
Breaking the kiss, Joy lowered her head and kissed Taylor’s exposed shoulder…moving from the shoulder to her jaw, to her eyes, sides of her lips…and finally claiming her lips again in a tangle of tongues. She ran her hands up Taylor’s sides, pushing her t-shirt up with the motion.
As she slid her hands further up, her fingers brushed Taylor’s nipples…and the emotion seamlessly morphed into raging passion. Stepping an inch away, Taylor raised her arms over her head. With one fluid motion, Joy had Taylor’s t-shirt off and had reached down to unzip her skirt as Taylor got rid of Joy’s shorts. Taylor took a split second to remove Joy’s t-shirt before stepping back in and pressing their now naked bodies together.
Joy walked Taylor backward to push her up against the wall and slide two fingers into her. Taylor inhaled a long breath and pushed her hips forward. Joy started thrusting her fingers into Taylor rhythmically and Taylor’s hips moved in the same rhythm.
Joy looked at Taylor, reading the smallest signs on her expressive face. She was in bliss. But Joy needed Taylor to feel more that just bliss. She needed Taylor to feel euphoria. She started fucking Taylor faster and Taylor responded with a moan, closing her eyes, moving faster with Joy.
Taylor wanted this fucking to go on and on and on. She could live this particular moment forever. When Joy started moving faster, Taylor felt her wetness increasing. She started climbing higher and higher. This time she was the one who increased their pace even more, her hips beginning to move a little wildly.
Joy lowered her head to the crook of Taylor’s neck, sucking the soft skin there and she started flicking Taylor’s clit with her thumb.
Taylor cried out loud and bit down hard on Joy’s shoulder as she came in a splendour of spasms. Joy felt herself come as Taylor bit her shoulder.
Joy slowed down her thrusting and rubbed Taylor’s clit slowly bringing her back from a truly magnificent orgasm.
Taylor fell into Joy completely, deliciously spent. Joy hugged her close, kissing the top of her head, running her fingers in soothing circles on her back.
“Joy…”
“Hmm?”
“I think we need to go snorkelling more often.”
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Taylor entered the bathroom just as Joy was finishing her shower.
After the escapade by the door, Joy had gone for a shower to wash the sea-salt off and Taylor had set about unpacking their day bag and straightening their room.
They had important basic similarities which added to the harmony of their relationship. Often, small things and different habits caused wedges between couples which got potentially grow or flare up in fights leading to long-standing acrimony. Untidiness was one such red flag. When the initial honeymoon period wore off, differing levels and needs for tidiness could become a sore point. But Taylor and Joy were equally tidy. That is not to say that they didn’t have a contained messy spot, but largely, they preferred being tidy. Similarly, they were both equally organised. Small things that went a long way.
Having got their things in order, Taylor started missing Joy and wandered into the bathroom.
“Hi,” she perched herself on the edge of the tub beside the shower area.
“Hey, you…get in here,” Joy invited.
“But you’re done.”
“And now I can do you,” Joy riposted.
Taylor blushed.
“Come in here…I’ll “wash” you,” Joy teased her some more, using Taylor’s phrase from the previous day.
Taylor blushed some more. For all her own verbal sexual brazenness, when Joy suddenly brought on raunchy teasing or spoke about her own lust for Taylor, it hit Taylor in shy places that were not buried very deep.
“C’mon in Tay, I’m waiting…and turning into a dried prune in the process.”
Taylor got up, removed the same crop top and bikini bottom from the day that she had thrown back on and stepped into the shower with Joy. Joy hugged her close in an affectionate embrace and Taylor wrapped her hands around Joy’s waist, hugging her back. They stood a few minutes quietly, waiting for the water to soak into Taylor.
Joy stepped away and picked up the shampoo to wash Taylor’s gorgeous hair first. She massaged Taylor’s scalp and then carefully ensured that the whole length of the thick hair was properly washed.
Squeezing a blob of liquid soap into her palm, hugged Taylor from the front and soaped her back, moving down to her ass and then kneeling down to soap her long legs. In her current position, Taylor’s cunt was right in front of her face, and Joy didn’t shy away from placing quick kisses on it as she soaped Taylor’s calves and shins, moving up to her thighs…slowing down when she reached the inner thighs…her movements shifting from cleaning to caressing.
Taylor felt her cunt getting heavy again and she licked her suddenl
y dry lips. Joy massaged her cunt and placed a kiss right on the centre, and Taylor inhaled audibly.
Joy kissed Taylor’s cunt along the length of the slit from top to bottom. She kissed her way back, pressing in a little more firmly with each kiss. When she reached the centre, she pressed her lips and rubbed them there. Taylor gasped and ground into her.
Joy parted Taylor’s lower lips with her fingers and nuzzled Taylor’s clit with her nose and mouth. Taylor drew in a long gasping breath and exhaled a longer breath. “Joy…” she moaned.
Not able to hold her balance, Taylor moved and leaned against the wall. A shower had never been a more carnal experience. Joy was always so dramatically creative, but today she was totally inspired.
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