Part One

A short flight from my hometown had brought me to Mariners cove.

I was escaping from the pain and anguish of a torrid year; the unexpected loss of a close friend, the fallout of a company merger that left me e-mailing CVs again, and topping everything off, finding my girlfriend with her face buried between the thighs of her hairdresser.

Mariners Cove was a bustling east coast town, which catered to both tourism and to its small fishing fleet. Just a couple of thousand souls lived here in the offseason. The buildings pretty but functional in their white and pastel painted clapboards. The local eateries were famed for their fresh fish. Here winters were bitterly cold and the summers long and gloriously hot.

I had booked an island retreat, a small beach house on its own little island about two miles offshore. There were six such island retreats owned and managed by the local ferry company. No phone or Wi-Fi, the only means of communication a flagpole. Flying the green flag meant that all was okay, yellow you needed the ferry to stop by, red indicated that you had a serious problem.

I made my way to the harbour, a small rucksack over one shoulder and my carry on in the other hand. This was to be a minimalist trip, my tablet preloaded with books and music, wash kit, enough clothes to travel in, sunblock and my sketching pad and charcoals.

Arriving at the jetty, I located the ferry company's office and wandered inside , pleased to escape the heat of the day. I was offered a complimentary iced tea while my papers were checked. I grabbed a seat by the aircon and felt the weight start to lift from my shoulders.

Bob the manager was wearing a red polo shirt, khaki shorts and deck shoes, he checked my booking and ran through the safety leaflet with me. He confirmed that all my pre-ordered supplies had been delivered to the island.

“Ok, that about covers it, Becky will be mooring up outside in about five minutes,” he smiled and offered his hand. “I’ll carry your bags out and we’ll get you underway.”

I followed, noticing how lean and tanned he was as he grabbed my bags and lead me back into the sunlight.

Two short blasts on the air horn announced the arrival of the ferry, this was it, my escape from reality for the next month. Twenty-eight days of peace and solitude to clear my head and balance my soul. At the risk of sounding clichéd, I was going to find myself.

Bob had handed my bags over to the crew and turned to offer a hand as I climbed aboard, “It’s just you for this trip, hardly worth putting out the gangplank.” Pointing to the cabin he added, “Becky will look after you now, enjoy your stay” and with that he turned and headed back to the cool of the office.

“Welcome aboard, I’m Becky and you must be Izzie,” I turned toward the soft friendly voice to offer my hand. I could feel myself heat up, a warmth that started deep inside me and washed up through my body, colouring my face as I caught myself staring at Becky. She had the same physique as Bob, tanned with toned arms and legs, but that’s where the similarities ended.

Her wavy chestnut hair was held back by classic ray-ban wayfarers, the red polo shirt nicely filled by full breasts and her khaki shorts tailored and snug in all the right places.

In short order, we left the dock and headed out to sea, Becky steering with a practised ease and giving the occasional command to a young deckhand. I sat watching and admiring her confidence as the motion of the sea and the feel of the warm breeze soothed and calmed my frazzled soul.

As we approached the islands I could see a green flag on the first two, yellow on the third. Becky pointed at the yellow flag, ”Probably wants another supply run, he likes his Mojitos.”

We shared a laugh at that and I felt a warmth toward another human being, a warmth that had been all too absent from my life of late.

The fourth island in was to be mine, “It’s about a mile and a half at its widest point,” Becky pointed out as she circled the island, “I will come ashore and show you around.”

Another fifteen minutes saw us standing outside a small beach house, pretty in a green and white colour scheme with wrap around porch. Becky showed me the house, the propane supply and bbq pit. Where the firewood was stored if I needed it and how to change the flags. There was also a flare gun for emergencies.

“So, that’s it, basic but comfortable.” Becky headed toward the jetty and I walked with her, “I check the flags morning and evening so if you need anything just let me know.”

Becky offered her hand as we reached the dockside but I stepped forward and gave her a quick hug, “Sorry, it’s just so lovely and just what I need at the moment,” I kinda gushed at her with a smile.

Becky just smiled that warm white toothed smile and said she would drop by the following evening just to make sure I was settled in okay. Then she was gone and I was alone, surrounded by total silence but for the sound of the seabirds and the waves.

I walked back to my home, alone, nobody to hurt me by dying, or cheating, or telling me how good my work was but how much more efficient it would be to have the new head office do it instead.

The world sucked at times and it could go fuck itself.

I quickly unpacked my things, a simple task; three sarongs, three thong panties, a couple of pairs of sandals and a baseball cap followed by a fleece sweatshirt which I sorted in the wardrobe. Wash kit and sunblock went in the bathroom. Oh! and my vibrator in the bedside drawer.

I found fresh fruit and cheese in the larder, added some crackers and a bottle of Sam Adams and headed out to the porch to eat and watch the sun go down.

Seated on a swing seat I settled down with my simple fresh food, it tasted better than anything I could remember, maybe it was the food or maybe just the setting.

The sky was darkening and the sun was slipping away toward the far horizon. It had been a long hot day and I needed to freshen up. I walked down to the jetty and stripped off my, tee, shorts, bra and panties. I could feel the freshening breeze on my skin as I jumped into the water.

OH! Fuck that was colder than I expected but after a moment I caught my breath and swam a few yards. The cold water cooling my body as it rinsed away the grime and stress of the day.

Ten minutes later I climbed back out and grabbing my clothes I walked back to the house letting the evening breeze blow me dry.

I have small pale pink nipples that top slight A cup breasts but what I lack in size I make up for in sensitivity. Arriving back at the house I grabbed a blanket and another beer and resumed swinging in the chair.

My nipples were as hard as pebbles with the familiar ache of need. Setting down the beer bottle I shrugged the blanket from my shoulders and cupped my breasts.

Letting my hands feel the slight weight, before brushing a finger across the nipple. Catching it with my nail, feeling that tremor pass through my body.

Laying back in the chair swinging in the breeze, letting my fingers work their magic as darkness fell. First scratching the undersides of my breasts, ever so lightly, just catching the edges of my nipples. Then as the tremors built, gripping my nipples and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Oh fuck yes! Feeling the pleasure build, that familiar tightness starting to form in my tummy.

One leg along the seat the other dropped my toes grazed the porch, I could feel the cool breeze hitting my swollen pussy. Mmm the cool air caressing my hot swollen sex sent shivers through my body.

I reached down and trailed a finger along my moist lips, slowly splitting them with my thumb. Spreading the juice that seeped from my core, and teasing my folds in the freshening air.

One hand worked my breasts, stretching my nipples, sending shocks of pleasure to my pussy, while the other hand worked my slick folds, a finger stroking circles around my throbbing clit.

Closer ever closer but never quite touching my pleasure button.

Like a roller coaster, I rode the increasing waves of pleasure, screaming my desires but never allowing myself the ultimate release.

Then when I could take no more, my entire body alight with pleasure, I delivered a sharp slap to my sopping mound. The blow centred on my swollen throbbing clit and my release came.

My body arched in pain and ecstasy as I sprayed my cum across the seat, a light show like no other before my eyes.

All light had gone from the sky by the time I could move, I wrapped the blanket about myself and headed for the bed of crisp white linen and my first deep and sated sleep for months.

*****

Part Two

I awoke late and feeling gloriously rested, I ate a light breakfast with lots of fresh coffee and decided to explore the island.

After a quick shower, I dressed for the day; baseball cap, sunblock and sandals. Then I grabbed a bottle of water and headed out.

It took a good couple of hours to explore my island paradise, I found a nice sandy cove and some rocky outcrops that I wanted to sketch and explore more. I retreated to the shade of the porch as the heat of the day hit, just reading and listening to music, letting my mind heal.

Late afternoon I heard the familiar blast of an air horn and looked up to see the ferry approaching. With just enough time to grab a sarong to preserve my modesty, I went to greet Becky.

It was strange, we hugged and greeted each other like old friends and she agreed to stay and have an iced tea. We chatted easily about the beauty and tranquillity of the area and I ended up grilling a couple of burgers.

Only as dusk started to fall did she put down her glass and with a nod to the setting sun offered her excuses, “I must move, it’s getting dark,” and then with an impish grin added, “And I can see you are getting chilled.”

Glancing down I could see my small but rigid nipples through the sheer fabric of the sarong and replied, “It’s the most I’ve worn since arriving, I kinda like this at one with nature lark.”

We hugged again and I helped cast off the lines as she pulled away from the dock.

Sitting back on my swing chair, I dwelt on my day, my focus on Becky and those tight shorts. I recalled the lack of a panty line and there were hints of her pussy outlined as she sat. Those taught tanned legs and the surprising French pedicure when she had kicked off her deck shoes were at the forefront of my thoughts as I sat back and slipped a finger between my slick lips again.

The next few days followed much the same pattern; walking and swimming or sketching filled my days. The hot dry weather-tanned my skin and soothed my soul.

By the first weekend, I had acquired a good colour and was totally at home with my nudity, happily waving to passing boats as I wandered about. I had debated letting my body hair grow but settled on keeping everything smooth except my pussy which was now covered with a fine down of well-trimmed hair as opposed to my usual wax.

Friday evening when Becky had dropped off my supplies she had mentioned having Saturday off and I had invited her to spend the day.

She had agreed and offered to bring a couple of steaks for the BBQ.

Greeting her on Saturday morning I found her to be dressed in a skimpy wife beater and loose shorts rather than her normal uniform. Her hair was glossy and shone in the light, tucked through the back of her ball cap rather than anchored by her ray-bans.

Our now customary hug revealed a strong aroma of watermelon from her hair and coconut on her skin, positively edible I remember thinking.

We headed to the sandy cove with a few chilled bottles of Sam Adams summer ale and a selection of cold cuts and crackers. We spread a couple of towels on the warm sand, tucked the cool box into a shady corner and inhaled the fresh salty smell of the sea.

Without a pause, Becky pulled her wife beater over her head revealing her full and unfettered breasts before tugging her shorts down to bare a taught tanned butt.

Laughing at my shocked face she explained, “Well you’ve been looking all week so you might as well see everything”

“Oh, have I been that obvious?” My voice sounded shaky and I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.

Becky turned and placing a hand on my forearm added, “Hey, it’s no big deal, I never wear anything when I stay here and I’m flattered by the attention.”

Still feeling rather shamefaced but reassured by Becky’s open friendly gesture I slipped my hands inside the coral coloured sarong I had chosen for the day and eased my bikini bottoms off my hips allowing them to fall to the floor. With a deep breath, I stepped out of my bottoms and tugged the bow of the sarong, baring my body and my battered soul to the world.

I looked up to meet Becky’s frank appraising eyes, they twinkled with mirth at my obvious unease, then she stepped forward and hugged me tight, not saying a word until she released me. “Come on, let's swim,” and with that, she ran into the surf.

We spent the majority of the day swimming and sunning ourselves, just chatting like we had known each other forever. I loved every minute of it.

Mid-afternoon we returned to the house and rinsed off in the outdoor shower. I have to admit my eyes were drawn to her body. Full firm breasts with large dark nipples, taught firm abs and a prominent pussy mound covered in dark smooth hair that just barely covered her full lips. ‘Mm mm’ my inner beast was stirring.

As we sat on the porch, with mugs of strong Folgers French roast coffee, wrapped in gauzy sarongs Becky picked up my sketchpad and started to page through it.

“Hey Izzie, these are really good, you have talent.”

“It’s just a hobby, something to lose myself in,” I replied.

“Do you ever do commissions work?” there was that twinkle back in her eye.

“Well I sketched a neighbour’s cat once but that’s all. I could probably do a boat or something if you want.”

This time, it was Becky’s turn to blush, “I’ve always fancied getting myself sketched nude, a nude sketch of myself for my apartment,” she blurted out.

“Oh yes, that I can do, I'm good at anatomy and you have a great body,” I replied all the while thinking, ‘YES FUCKING YES! THANK YOU GOD’.

We both laughed then, a real fit of the giggles but it broke the tension of the moment.

The light was waning so we agreed to start the sketch the following day. I set to work lighting the BBQ whilst Becky prepped some steaks and veggies for the grill; she had even bought a blueberry pie with her.

The sky was darkening a lot more quickly than normal and the wind was picking up.

Becky let me cook while she tidied up around the porch, making sure nothing was laying around loose, she also clipped the shutters into place over the windows.

“Something you want to tell me,” I asked nodding at her handiwork

“I’ve lived here all my life and there’s a storm coming, I know the signs,” she explained and pointed toward the jetty where the waves were lapping higher and little white caps were forming on the open sea.

*****

Part Three

We ate on the porch, nothing tastes better than fresh food cooked in the open and we had worked up quite an appetite during the day. As we ate I could feel the temperature dropping as the wind picked up, and just as we finished eating the first few drops of rain began to fall.

We rinsed off our dinner things as the rain gained momentum, its heavy cold droplets quickly rendering our sarongs transparent and raising goose bumps on our skin.

“You are staying over, I don’t want you sailing back in a storm, ” I told Becky, having to shout a little over the noise of the rain

“Yes, I’ll stay but I will have to give the office a shout on the ships radio, don’t want them to worry about me,” she replied

Ten minutes later having run to the jetty and back Becky came bounding up the porch steps, now carrying the sodden sarong with the rain running off her golden skin.

“While I towel off why don’t you light the log fire; it’s freezing in this rain.”

Once the fire was lit we pulled a couple of deckchairs to the doorway and watched the storm. Out of the wind and with the heat of the fire behind us we shared a blanket and sipped another coffee . with a generous shot of Jack Daniels added to each cup.

Mother nature put on one hell of a show that night, lightning seemed to rip the dark sky apart and thunder boomed and shook the beach house. We sat watching, silent for long periods, content in each other’s company.

As the storm moved away across the sea leaving just the rain to fall I turned to Becky, “Guess it’s time to turn in, you own this place so you know there’s only the one bed, so are you happy sharing or... ” I trailed off not sure what I was saying next.

The yellowish light of the oil lantern caught her face and I could see those eyes twinkling again as she ran her hands through her hair, smoothing it from her face.

“There’s a hammock in the storage box out back,” she replied, “I can take that.”

“Oh, ok then,” I felt so deflated and unsure of what to do next. Then Becky started to shake before bursting out with laughter

“Oh God, you should see your face, oh did I get you good.”

Relief washed over me and I started to, laugh too. Becky was like the sister I’ve never had, though I must admit to harbouring some very unsisterly thoughts about her.

We settled the fire down and took turns to wash up before turning to the bed. We had both been naked all day so we just turned the covers back and slipped under.

I lay very stiffly at first, aware of having this sexy woman in my bed and not sure where things were headed. Yes she was beautiful and I was horny for her but we had not discussed our sexuality.

I had mentioned my breakup with my ex-girlfriend when explaining why I had taken this break but she had not revealed anything about herself. Then again she was flirting with me or at least I thought she was and was more than happy to be naked around me.

At this point, I heard Becky sigh and felt the mattress give as she rolled over. Then I felt her warm breath against my neck as her silky skinned body spooned against me. I let out a sigh of approval and pushed my butt into her warmth, feeling the tufts of her pubic hair tickle my cheeks.

Her hand slipped up my side and cupped my breast, her fingers caressing my already engorged nipple before pinching it between her thumb and forefinger.

“OH!” I moaned as sparks of pleasure shot through my body

I could feel those firm breasts that I had admired all day being pushed into my back as Becky nuzzled my neck, her tongue flicking across my earlobes. How did she know that this was my weakness?

My breasts were alive with pleasure, waves of excitement and desire rolling through my belly and ending in my sopping wet pussy.

I tried to roll over to face my new friend, to repay some of these sensations, to kiss those full sweet lips but she held me firmly her leg now over my hips

“Be still. Just enjoy.” She whispered as she ran the tip of her tongue around my ear.

Her hand was now firmly massaging my breasts, first one then the other, smooth firm strokes from base to nipple, each culminating in a firm almost painful tweaking that made me gasp with pleasure.

Her hand dropped and started to caress my stomach, softly stroking and smoothing along my abs. Although not close to Becky’s tight pack I was quite firm and she was melting my core which was evident by the meltwater starting to seep from my pussy.

I was now firmly pushing my butt against her mound, I could feel her own excitement growing as the curls got slicker against my skin and her breasts even firmer against my back. And then she was gone as she pushed herself away from me. I could smell my arousal and hers too, I moved a hand toward my yearning pussy, eager for some pressure against my throbbing slit.

Her hand grasped mine and swiftly pushed it aside, no light entered our room and I struggled to make out her silhouette.

Then her long wavy chestnut hair passed over my aching thighs, like angel wings the soft ribbons of hair were being drawn against my skin. Across my knees, my thighs, my inner thighs, oh so close to my wet throbbing pussy. I was bucking my waist in anticipation, voicing my needs in very unladylike ways.

Becky giggled, that wicked naughty giggle that I enjoyed so much and then her breath caressed my pussy, she was blowing from my anus to my clit. Teasing me, increasing my need and causing me to moan aloud, begging for release.

Her hands found mine and we entwined our fingers. Then she dropped her head and her mouth engulfed my hot wet slit, no hesitation, just firmly planted as she sucked my wet lips in.

I screamed, my release so close and then, OH FUCK, her tongue was in my pussy, curled to keep it firm she was slowly tongue fucking my sopping hole.

Her tongue fully inserted, her nose against my throbbing clit she was giving me everything she had, and I was taking it all and wanting more. Bucking my hips I rode her face until I could take no more.

I screamed and moaned, cum sprayed forth from my hot slit and I clutched her head to my molten core.

Slowly, I relaxed and thought to release my hold on Becky’s head, she moved to lay alongside me. Still too dark to see much I reached for her and stroked her hair from her face, it was wet from her efforts and my cum.

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting the familiar salty tang that is my cum. I used my tongue to clean her face and held her tight

“Oh Fuck, that was amazing, thank you,” my breath still coming in gasps after the exertions of the night.

“It was my pleasure, you’re beautiful when you cum,” with that Becky snuggled closer and added, “When you feel ready it’s my turn and I’m already soaked.”

*****

My Thanks to Chris M for his editing, so freely given. libby