Island Girls

 

Island Girls

Part 2

 

Ff Ff cons, flirt,
pet, nosex

When I woke up and threw back the blankets, the fragrance of
our loving the night before wafted up to my nose. Is there a better smell in
the world? Not many as far as I’m concerned. It was cool and a little damp, and
we naturally slept naked, so I had to pull on my robe.

I put on a pot of coffee and went back to the bedroom. Sarah
was still sound asleep. I threw myself on her and wrestled her awake, tickling
her in the process. She squealed and squirmed like a kid. “Vicki! Stop it!” she
cried out while laughing.

“Come on lazy bones,” I said, straddling her. Oh my, I could
have fucked her then and there, but I had to be content just kissing her. I
wanted to save all my sexual energy for what I hoped would happen later in the
day. “You want coffee or a shower first?”

“What about we shower together?”

I laughed. “Sweetie, did you see that shower? If my boobs
were any bigger, there wouldn’t be enough room for me, never mind the both of
us.”

Sarah pouted. Like me, she was hot and bothered. God, if it
weren’t for what we had planned, I would have mauled her in a second. Instead,
I grabbed her hand and helped her up.

We had coffee and a Danish on the deck. The day was becoming
brilliantly clear, clear enough to see the lighthouse five miles out in the
bay. Usually it’s too hazy or foggy to see half that far. It would be a great
day to get out with our new friends.

Sarah showered first since she takes longer to do her hair
and makeup. I’m not quite as fussy, but I did use a little more care than usual
this morning. Sarah inspected me to make sure I passed muster, and she finally
gave me her seal of approval. She wore her denim short shorts, knowing full
well they made me go nuts when she twitched her gorgeous little ass when
wearing them. To go with the shorts, she chose a pink sweater top that molded
to her delicious body. I went with a more modest pair of shorts, a lilac tank
top, and I carried a hoodie pull-over just in case there was a sea breeze
later. I think I looked pretty damned good for a woman on the wrong side of
forty.

When we were ready, I called Stephie. Her sweet, excited
voice sent a shiver up my spine. She said they were ready, and we could come
over any time. I told her we were on our way. I don’t mind admitting I was
extremely nervous. The whole thing was so far out of my comfort zone, it
astonished me I was even contemplating it. More than once I asked myself just
what the hell were we thinking, trying to seduce two young Canadian girls. Nervous
or not though, I wasn’t about to back out.

They were sitting together on the deck of Aunt Cindy’s
cottage, waiting for us. They both popped up like sexy little Jills-in-a-box.
Carrie scampered excitedly down the steps, leaving Stephie and her boot to
clomp down alone. Oh God, Stephie was hot, and my pussy squirmed and flushed at
the sight of her. I hurried over to help her down the last couple of steps. She
had on a devastating pair of light blue stretchy shorts that might as well have
been painted on her hot little tushie. Her gray off the shoulder tunic hinted
there wasn’t much underneath.

She gave me a shy, uncertain smile. “Thanks.”

Aunt Cindy came out of the cottage and pranced down the
stairs. She was all in a tizzy about the girls imposing on us, insisting we
were there for a vacation, not to babysit and cart around two girls. Sarah
laughed and reassured her we were more than happy to have the girls, and in
fact we were delighted to have the company.

I stepped in and said we were planning to have a small fire
down on the rocks towards evening, where we could make S’mores, then go inside
to watch a couple of DVDs we’d brought along. “We’d love to have the girls join
us. If things run too late, we have an extra bedroom and a pull-down Murphy bed
they can use. Of course we’d call you first. But really, they aren’t a bother.
I remember when we first came here, we would have loved having someone to show
us around. If they become pests, we know where you live,” I added with a big
grin.

“Well, I guess so. I am a little too busy to play tour
guide. You girls behave. Have you got money to pay your own way?”

“Yes Auntie, we do and we will.”

We headed back to the North Cove end of the island, me
driving and Stephie next to me. Sarah and Carrie sat in the back, giggling and
whispering about something. We parked and putzed around the little gift shops.
After I bought myself a nice ragg wool sweater and driver’s hat, Sarah
suggested we  head down to the Leeward Provincial Park.

I guess it reflected the age difference between Sarah and I,
but I was at least being discreet about seducing Stephie. Sarah and Carrie were
making goo-goo eyes at each other like a couple of horny  high schoolers.

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“Hey, I can’t go on the beach,” Stephie protested.

“Why not?” Carrie demanded.

We were standing on a dune, looking out on the vast beach.
It stretched in a gently curving arc for nearly a mile, and with the enormous
tide at its nadir, it was 300 yards from where we stood to the water’s edge.
Even on a hot day like this, we were the only souls to be found.

“My boot!” Stephie cried. “I’ll get sand in it, and besides
it’s not supposed to get wet.”

“Steph, don’t be such a ....” Carrie started.

“Wait a minute,” I said, stepping in before Carrie or
Stephie said something they’d regret later. I put my hand on Stephie’s
shoulder. “Steph, you and I can take a walk down the road while these guys do
the beach. There’s a nice dry hiking trail that loops around the pond.”

Stephie shrugged and looked intently at me. I looked back
and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, I guess,” she said. That’s all it took for
Carrie to bound off the dune and run after Sarah. I had to smile. Those two
were in heat for each other.

When we got on the macadamized access road, I carefully took
Stephie’s hand in mine and we interlaced our fingers. She responded by
squeezing my hand, and nudging herself against me. “Carrie and Sarah seem to
like each other...a lot,” Stephie said, looking down at the ground.

“They sure do seem to have hit it off,” I said with a
chuckle.

“Doesn’t it bother you? I mean, last night, Carrie was,
like, ‘Oh Sarah is so hot’.”

I laughed and squeezed her hand. “I’m not worried. Sarah
isn’t going to stop loving me, and I’m not going to stop loving her. Are you
and Carrie... girlfriends?”

Stephie shrugged. “I guess so. We, like, date boys and
stuff, but only because we’re expected to. I’d just as soon hang out with her
all the time – ‘cept when she gets like she is today, all mean and selfish. I
can’t help this damned boot!”

“I’m sure she doesn’t mean anything by it. People sometimes
do strange things when they’re with someone new and exciting.”

She gave me a shy look. “I’m not doing anything strange,
and...y’know.”

I gave her hand another squeeze. “No, but I don’t think
you’re as impulsive as Carrie. Just like Sarah is more excitable and impulsive
than I am. We have different ways of expressing ourselves.” Something caught my
eye off to the side of the road. “Oh look!” I said pointing. Wild raspberry
bushes were growing in profusion, each heavily laden with ripe fruit.

Stephie pushed her hair back from her face. “Wow, you hardly
ever see raspberry bushes. Blackberries, yeah, all the time, but not
raspberries.”

I let Stephie’s hand go and I leaned over to pick some of
the red berries. “Be careful,” Stephie warned, “they have picky things on
them.”

“I’m being careful,” I said, carefully plucking the fragile
berries. I could have filled a two quart container just from where I stood. I
popped one in my mouth. “Yum! You want some?” I asked Steph.

“Sure,” she said, reaching for my full palm.

I turned away with a teasing smile. “Ah ah, no, not like
that. Open your mouth.”

She frowned at first, puzzled, then she broke into a smile.
“Like this?” she said, opening her mouth wide.

Seeing her tongue sent a shiver through me. I wanted that
tongue exploring me. Giggling like a kid, I tossed a berry into her mouth, and
she giggled in turn. “Good?”

“Awesome, really.”

I popped a couple into my mouth, then held one loosely in my
fingers. “No fair using your fingers,” I said with a smile.

She giggled again and leaned in to take the berry with her
mouth. She wrapped both of her arms around my arm, and we walked down the road
with me holding a berry for her to take from my fingers, while she freed one of
her hands to take a berry from my palm and offer it to me in the same way. Her
face was bright and smiling and oh God! She was gorgeous.

By the time we finished the berries, our lips stained red
with juice, we’d reached the trailhead, and I nudged her gently to guide her
onto the trail. The path was smooth and easy to walk even in a boot. Stephie
rested her head on my arm. “Know what?” she said, not daring to look up at me.
“I think you’re really pretty, really hot. Carrie thinks Sarah is, but I think
you are.”

A surge went through my stomach. I knew the time was just
about right. “Funny, but I think you’re gorgeous, about as gorgeous as any girl
I’ve ever met. And trust me, I know beautiful when I see it.”

She was blushing when she looked at me with a bright smile.
“You’re just saying that.”

We’d rounded a bend in the trail, and we were under a canopy
of shade trees, out of view of the trailhead. I stopped and turned to face her.
I wondered if she knew how much I was shaking on the inside. I put my hands on
her hips and said, “I’m just saying that because it’s true.”

We looked at each other for...I don’t know how long. It felt
like an hour, and it felt like a split second. Those beautiful hazel eyes were
open and full of anticipation, and her lips, still red with raspberry juice,
were parted slightly, inviting me. Did she know how her eyes and her mouth made
my knees tremble and my heart flip-flop? I dipped down and she opened her mouth
for me. Our lips came together, and she made a low, groaning noise in her
throat, and she was shaking when she pressed her body into mine. A warm surge,
a sensation in the same ballpark as an orgasm, rippled over me. I slid my hands
around to cup her tight, beautiful butt and pull her closer.

Stephie was restless, not sure what to do, but clearly
overwhelmed by the intensity of what she was feeling. I carefully slid my
tongue into her mouth, and she made a sound that would have been a whimper if
our mouths weren’t together. She accepted my tongue and jabbed at it with her
own tongue. She had her arms around me now, and she squirmed against me, mound
to mound. I was on fire. I felt nectar dribble from my flushed pussy.

I had to come up for air. We were both panting when I pulled
my lips back. Stephie chased after me with her lips, as though saying, “No,
don’t go!” I ran my lips and tongue over her cheek and the side of her neck to
show I wasn’t going anywhere. I traced my lips over the rim of her ear, making
her shiver, and I whispered, “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yes, oh yessss. Vickie...”

I brought my lips to her mouth, and we came back together
again, tongues fencing madly. Stephie was seething like a pressure cooker, and
I felt an almost desperate need to take her right there. I could have slid my
hand under her shorts and fucked her there under the trees, and she would have
gone off like a cannon, but with supreme effort, I controlled myself. The girl
was still a virgin, and if I was going to be her first, she deserved better
from me than a quick finger fuck on a hiking trail.

Our kisses grew more urgent and sloppy, and we were both
moaning softly. I couldn’t believe the energy this girl was giving off. I was
getting to the point where even my best intentions were about to be pushed
aside. I vaguely hoped that if any hikers came to use the trail, we’d hear them
before they came ‘round the bend and saw us. In fact, just as I was about lose
control and run my hands under her shorts, the sound of Sarah and Carrie
laughing and talking came drifting down from the trailhead.

“No!” Stephie cried. She buried her face against my
shoulder. “No! Not now!”

We were both shaking. “It’s okay, Stephie,” I whispered as I
held her close. “Later. I promise. It’ll be better that way. Okay?”

She was almost crying with frustration, but she nodded.
“Okay. I just...” and she trailed off into a sigh.

We were still holding each other when Carrie and Sarah came
around the bend. Carrie squealed with delight, as if she’d caught us in the
act. Sarah called out, “Have you two been behaving yourselves?” she teased. I
loosened my embrace and turned on shaky legs. Sarah had a wicked glint in her
eyes. “You’ve been BAD,” she stated with a gleeful smile. “I knew it, leave
them alone for five minutes, and they’re BAD. I know Vickie, I know how she
looks when she’s being bad!”

“Cut it out, Sarah,” I said. “Don’t expect me to believe you
were Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” she sniffed. “Anyway, we’re hungry. It’s
time to get something for lunch.”

“Where did you have in mind?”

“There’s that pizza and ice cream place on the main road.
You know which one I mean?” I did. “It looks worth a try.”

“Okay with you honey?” I asked Stephie. She was still
flushed, but she looked composed enough.

“Fine by me,” she muttered.

Carrie looked like she was about to tease Stephie, but a
look from both Sarah and me stopped her. Sarah knew there was a time and place
for things like teasing, and this wasn’t of them.

We left the park behind. We stopped at the luncheonette and
split a large pizza. We ate it at one of the picnic tables, and all the guys
working in the fisheries came clomping by in their Wellies to check us out. If
they only knew!