"Do it!" Eve commanded, sounding both desperate and pleased. "Cum for me, Amanda, do it! Please!"
Spurred on by her plea, something gave way inside of me - and I felt myself release. The rest of my body seemed far away now as the rockets of pleasure shot from my clitoris to the tips of my toes, from my fingers to the top of my head. The pleasure was almost shocking from the intensity, and I couldn't even moan - my lips were spread in a near-grimace, but no sounds came out.
Undeterred by all this, Eve continued to thrust herself into me, spurred on by the sudden muscle contractions from my orgasm. Her lips kissed and sucked on my clit, sending even more waves of pleasure through my body.
It felt like hours before the feelings finally subsided, and even then I still couldn't do anything but lie there, dazed.
"How…do you do that to me?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Each word was an effort between my frantic gasps.
Eve shrugged, though her smile was smug as hell. "I guess I'm just awesome at pleasing you."
I couldn't argue that, so I didn't bother trying. Instead, I worked hard to calm myself - to make my breaths come with less effort. I didn't want to leave her hanging after how wonderful she'd made me feel...Eve deserved attention.
"Geez, it's almost midnight," Eve said, sounding glum. "If we're going to be walking around the island tomorrow, we'd better-"
"No!" I interrupted, knowing that she was about to declare it bedtime. "I haven't made you feel good yet!"
Eve smiled sweetly as she shook her head. "Yes you did, honey. Right as soon as we got into the room, remember?"
"That was nothing," I said, frowning and knowing that I sounded like a whining child, but I was unable to stop the words from coming out. "It's only fair - you make me feel so awesome...I wanna make you feel that way too!"
"Tomorrow, baby, tomorrow. And trust me - you make me feel way better than anyone else ever has – I swear it. But we need to have energy if you're going to make me scream your name, right?"
I folded my arms and pouted, knowing that she was right but unwilling to admit it. Eve simply smiled again before kissing me firmly on the lips. I could taste myself on her tongue, which was strangely arousing and did little to placate me.
"Besides, the longer you make me wait for it, the wetter I'll be tomorrow," she said, with a sly wink.
I sighed internally, still wishing she'd let me fuck her but conceding the point. Hopefully we'd be able to find something suitable at the sex shop once we reached the island...I wanted to possess her body as fully as she'd overtaken mine. Next time - she would get to cum first, damn it.
***
"What about this one?" Eve asked, holding up a bright purple dildo that had to be at least a foot long.
Looking up from the sex dice I'd been holding, I regarded the phallic object with abject horror. Eve's tiny body, which was wearing the tiniest little red bikini that I'd ever seen, would be ripped to shreds by that thing. In my slightly more modest purple two-piece, I was even smaller - my pussy trembled in terror, not wanting to imagine that thing inside of it.
"How about something a little more..." I paused, searching for the right word, "...manageable. We're looking for things to help us have fun, not slay a dragon."
Eve shrugged, thankfully putting down the enormous rod. We'd done pretty good so far - we'd found a good-sized strap-on, a larger vibrator for my quarters (yet still small enough to hide from my crewmates), a pair of fuzzy leopard skin handcuffs and a book entitled "Lovemaking for Ladies; The Ins and Outs of Girl Love."
I was a little wary about buying the book - from the research I'd done, Saint Martin wasn't as friendly about homosexuality as the states were. There weren't riots in the streets or anything like that, but it still wasn't a subject that people talked about over dinner. I hadn't expected any problems, but I hadn't expected to be buying a very lesbian book either.
Putting the dice down, I rubbed my hand along Eve's shoulder as she inspected a small bottle of lotion. Her body was hot, though the shop mercifully had air conditioning. Despite the calm look on her face, I would have bet money that she was extremely turned on.
Glancing around the shop, I noticed that the cashier - a squat Caribbean woman that looked about sixty - was busy perusing a crumpled magazine. Feeling frisky among the various sex videos and toys, I ran my hand slowly down the small of Eve's back. She didn't turn to look at me, but I could see the growing smile spread across her cheeks. The look on her face told me that she had the same thing on her mind that I did.
After making sure the old woman was still distracted, I slipped my finger under the slick fabric of the front of her bikini. Unsurprisingly, she was soaking wet - her bottoms were already damp.
"Aren't we daring," Eve whispered huskily as my finger grazed her outer lips. "The cashier is sitting right over there."
"She's not paying attention," I whispered into her ear as I slipped my middle finger inside of her. "Do you want me to stop?"
Her low moan was her only reply. I felt a rush of fear as I stroked her - I was anything but an open person sexually, and I usually tended to keep sex in the bedroom. Something about Eve brought it out in me, though - and the fear was forgotten as my lust took over.
Eve seemed to crumble against my touch as I thrust myself into her, each grazing slide against her clit making her even wetter. I was in her all the way up to my knuckle, and her low moans were becoming louder and louder as I easily worked another finger into her slick entrance.
In my head, I knew that we should have waited until we got back to the room - but I couldn't help it. My head swam with passion for the gorgeous woman that was silently whispering my name, her forehead creasing in frustration, begging to scream out. I begged her, murmuring in her ear for her to come, for her to give in to me.
"Ya' girls gonna buy somethin'," The Caribbean woman broke in, sporting a strong island accent, "or ya' just gonna play with ya'selves?"
She had gotten up from her seat without me noticing and was watching us from about ten feet away with a bemused expression on her face. Mortified, I slowly pulled my hand out of Eve's bathing seat bottoms, refusing to meet the cashier's eye and desperately thinking of a response.
Eve, however, seemed to find the whole thing quite funny. "A little of both," she replied, her face split into a smirk. Her cheeks were still beet red and her breathing was a little raspy, but she was otherwise acting as normal as she usually did.
"Ya' buy here," she said, her hands on her hips. "Ya play somewhere else. ‘Dis a sex shop, not a havin’-sex-shop, ya here?" Despite her severe tone, a smile played at the edge of her lips. Thankfully, she didn't seem overly upset. Maybe female tourists fingered their girlfriends in her establishment all the time.
We carried our items up to the counter and dropped them before the cashier; my lover was still giggling and I was looking away as best I could. Our items were bagged after Eve dropped a wad of Euros onto the counter, and we exited the small grey building onto the busy street, toting our opaque black bags.
"Stop grinning like that," I snapped, noticing her still upturned lips. "That was embarrassing. We really, really shouldn’t have done that."
"Oh, come on," Eve replied, laughing loudly. It sounded like she’d been waiting to do so until we were in public. "You can't tell me that it wasn't a little funny. Besides, it wasn't like she was mad or anything."
"It wasn’t funny. I could have been fired…we could have been arrested - and now an old lady in Saint Martin knows that I'm a...a..."
"A lesbian?" Eve finished for me quietly. She was still smiling, but the glee had diminished a bit...making her look sad. "I know that you don't want people to think of us as a couple, but I hope you understand that I wish the whole world knew how happy you make me. Someday, Amanda, I hope that you can swallow your pride and accept yourself for what you are - a woman who wants to be me and doesn't care what the world thinks."
"I do want to be with you," I whispered, feeling guilty. "I wish
that I could just not care about what other people thought about me...but I can't. Not yet."
"What's so wrong about being a bisexual, anyways?" Eve asked, her tone growing irritated. She took my hand, ignoring my wide eyes as she did so. "I really like you, Amanda, and I'd love to spend the rest of the day lounging naked on a beach with you…but if you’re not going to show me the least bit of attention when we’re in public just because I have a pussy…”
Eve trailed off, but the implied threat was clear: accept her openly or this wasn’t a real relationship at all. I was still having reservations about our openness, but one thing I knew for certain: I didn’t want to lose Eve. I loved every moment that I spent with her…from the casual drinks after dinner to the erotic sessions in her staterooms until the wee hours. Taking a deep breath, I curled my fingers around hers and smiled weakly.
“I want to be with you,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “In public or not, nude or not – I want to spend all the time I can right next to you.”
Eve flashed her most radiant smile at me, and she leaned her head in towards my neck. I stiffened only slightly as she kissed me tenderly at its base. It was going to take some getting used to, this public affection thing - but I knew that I had to do it for her sake. If the rest of the world thought that I was a lesbian…so be it.
“Come on,” Eve breathed into my ear before taking me by the arm. “Let’s go to the beach.”
***
Orient Bay was swarming with tourists by the time Eve and I arrived. The Excelsius had excursions to the beach, of course, so the others must have arrived hours ago. Being somewhat shy about my body, I’d never actually been to the beach before – it was a little surreal seeing it in person. It was different than what I’d imagined, though I guess I’d never truly known what to expect.
Not everyone on the beach was nude – it was a clothing-optional beach, after all. Its reputation for being the most famous nude beach in the Caribbean was well earned, though; there were people everywhere, and a good half of them were stark nude. Most were older, resembling prunes more than anything. Prunes with penises.
There were a good amount of younger people, though, roughly our age – and they weren’t so bad to look at. Twenty-something guys were playing volleyball with their girlfriends, their cocks bouncing playfully with each leap for the ball. Their ladies, in turn, had their firm breasts hanging free as they returned the serves and bumps.
Their legs were covered with sand all the way from their feet to their crotches, and I could see their tan lines from where their bikinis would have been. Most were unshaven, though a tall blonde near the back was as smooth as-
“See anything you like?” Eve asked, staring at me with an amused expression on her face.
I looked at her, confused from being lost in thought. “What do you mean?”
“Well, the guys are getting more drinks from that beach bar over there. You’ve been watching the girls by themselves for about thirty seconds now. Might wanna close your mouth, too, or people will get ideas.”
Blinking, I realized with amazement that she was right. I had practically studied the features of the girls without taking another look at the boys. Their gorgeous bodies had mesmerized me, and I’d stood there goggling at them like a horny teenage boy. Belatedly, I shut my half-open mouth. I literally could not have been any more obvious with my staring.
“Welp,” I said, forcing a laugh and trying not to sound horrified, “I guess I really am a lesbian. Who knew?”
Eve said nothing in response, but the smug smile on her face was enough. "Now that you've accepted it, does that mean we can hold hands now?" she asked excitedly.
In response, I took her hand in mine. It was warm against my own, and her fingers wrapped around mine gleefully. I suppose that was the final turning point...I had ignored the men and focused on the nude women. There was just no fighting it anymore...I was into girls now. My life had really, truly turned completely upside-down – but as long as Eve was there with me, I was okay with that.
We walked past the volleyball court, where the girls were still smiling and strutting around, waiting expectantly for their men to return. They didn't seem to be used to being nude; while none of them were trying to hide anything, per say, they seemed tense and unrelaxed. Kind of defeated the purpose of being at a nude beach in the first place, if you asked me.
"There are so many people here," Eve said, absently. "You gonna be okay taking it all off?"
I considered her question before shrugging. "I'm a performer. I'm not afraid of people seeing my body."
"Yeah, but your gorgeous breasts are usually covered while you dance."
"Not by much," I replied shrewdly, thinking about the strands of fabric that barely protected our dignity on performance night. No, most of the people on the ship had seen me almost as nude as Eve had.
Why, then, did I suddenly feel so self-conscious? The only person that really mattered at the point was right next to me, and I certainly wasn't afraid of being naked in front of her. I WANTED to be naked in front of her, in fact, and-
And suddenly, it hit me - I knew exactly why I didn't want to take my clothes off. The thought of us both being nude together in this very public place had, despite my timidness, turned me on to the point of panting. I'd been too busy worrying about what everyone else thought to notice, but now that I didn't care...
"Well, we've come this far, and everyone else is stripped down," Eve said, reaching around to unstrap her bikini top. "I guess it's time for-"
"No, wait," l stammered, grabbing at her hands before she was topless.
"If you're too shy, Amanda, I'll completely understand," Eve replied soothingly. She hadn't lowered her arms yet. "I like being nude though. You don't mind if I keep going, do you?"
“If you keep going,” I warned, “I’m going to drop down to my knees and lick you until you pass out.” My eyes were intent on her face, though I suspect that was so I wouldn’t ogle at her body too obviously.
Eve’s eyebrows rose with amusement. I couldn’t help but notice that she still hadn’t lowered her arms; if anything, she was even closer to undressing. Either she was ready to call my bluff, or she was hoping that I wasn’t bluffing. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” I said, licking my lips by reflex. I didn’t care about the crowds anymore – a group of nude middle-aged men wandered by, their dicks flopping from side to side with each step. Near the water, a man and a woman were building an enormous sandcastle, and the beachside bar was filled with both clothed and nude tourists alike.
I didn’t care. In front of everybody, without a second thought, I would take her. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe. My mouth curved into a sly smile, and I realized that I almost wanted her to drive me to it – my sense of reasoning had vanished.
I would give up my job, my freedom, my life…just to be able to please Eve. It was a shocking feeling, one that would amaze me later upon reflection – but I just wasn’t in the frame of mind to think about it just then. I just wanted her naked, and I want to be inside of her.
Amazingly, I was almost bummed out when she lowered her arms. I expected her to be sad as well, but she just smirked at me and took my arm, leading me towards the beach. We passed a myriad of clothed and unclothed people, and it was an interesting sight. With the exception of the nudists, it was exactly like any other beach. I suppose in my mind I had expected to find a hedonistic sexual playground, but nothing could be further from the truth in reality. I’m still not sure whether that reassured me or disappointed me.
We didn’t stop walking until we got to a small shack half a mile from where we had started. The sign on the building read “JETSKI RENTAL” in large, red letters. Against the side of the shack were a row of silver day lockers, where we stored our toys. There didn’t seem to be anyone in line waiting, so Eve had no problem walking right up to the window and asking the large man at the counter to help her rent a Jet Ski.
I didn’t bot
her hiding my surprise. “What in the world do you want a Jet Ski for?” I asked, incredulously. I had never been on one before, though I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to.
“You’ll see,” Eve replied with a smirk, refusing to answer any more of my questions. The mischievous tone in her voice let me know that she was planning something, and for the first time I was all too willing to let her do so. If I knew Eve like I thought I did, she was just as worked up as I was.
After filling out all the paperwork and receiving a very basic explanation of the mechanics, we were presented with the keys to a shiny red and blue Jet Ski. It looked new, which surprised me – they were rentals, after all. The motor purred as we started it up and, considering I’d never even so much as sat on a Jet Ski before, Eve took the helm. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist as we blasted away from the beach into the crystal clear blue water.
The feeling was more incredible than I’d ever imagined. The ocean swirled and churned beneath us as the small craft jetted through the water, and my face was splashed with the cool spray as we practically soared away from the beach. The Jet Ski was a lot smoother than I had imagined it to be, and I didn’t even need to hold on to Eve if I didn’t want to. Of course, I did want to, so the matter was academic.
The whole experience was made even more amazing by having my arms wrapped around her beautiful body. Her skin was warm from the early afternoon sun, though it too had been coated with the cool spray of the ocean. She laughed as my hands traveled upwards towards the fabric covering her breasts.
“Can I take it off yet?” Eve yelled over the roar of the engine.
Not bothering to answer, I snaked my hand along her body and up to the strap holding the bikini top in place. With one swift motion, I had removed it – and I couldn’t help it, my hands were just drawn to her silky, perfect breasts. Eve moaned against my neck as she glanced back at me, kissing me tenderly and carefully biting my skin. I was glad we weren’t driving a car, because she wasn’t paying any attention to where we were going – she would have rear-ended someone by this point.
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