Chapter 3
The mid-morning BEA flight to Lisbon had been a nightmare for Caroline. She had been forced to sit next to Daphne while Bruno and Douglas went over the damned play -and not once during the two and a quarter hours had she been able to meet the woman's eyes.
Daphne had chatted to her during the journey almost as if nothing had happened between them; but Caroline detected the strong current of intimacy which flowed between them, made implicit by the occasional pat which Daphne gave to her bare knee and by the frequent double entendre in her conversation.
Caroline felt sure, every time Douglas glanced at them and she caught her husband's eye, that he knew something rather odd was going on between the two girls. It must be written in her eyes! Surely everyone on the plane (especially the hovering, smiling stewardess) had realised that she and Daphne were having a lesbian affair!
When she had awakened in the morning to find herself snuggled tightly against Daphne's bare flesh, Caroline had instinctively jerked her body away from the unnatural contact. And then the memory of what she had done suddenly flooded through her mind.
How could she have behaved in that way? How could she have done such things to another girl? Caroline had thought all that was behind her, that her lesbian relations hips were merely a part of her adolescence. The last time she had gone to bed with a member of her own sex had been at college -and since meeting Douglas the urge to fondle and caress a body which was an identical twin to her own had never materialised.
What on earth had prompted her to make love to Daphne? The question buzzed in Caroline's mind during the entire flight, without ever being answered to her complete satisfaction. She couldn't really say that she'd been seduced, even. The woman had, it was true, made it quite plain that she "fancied" Caroline, but the actual initiative had been taken by her ... ......
It could only be, Caroline decided finally, that Daphne's provocative eyes and the woman's mental disrobing of her had triggered off impulses which Caroline thought had been long obliterated.
The question now was: what should she do about them? Should she admit to herself that Daphne's body excited her and allow their relationship to develop? After all, she reminded herself, she hadn't yet been caressed and fondled by the women; Daphne had been relatively passive, leaving Caroline to play the role of seducer. Surely she could at least receive some reward for her pains! That wouldn't necessarily make her a confirmed lesbian -would it?
In this frame of mind, Caroline walked down the airplane steps and across the tarmac: feeling the hot Portugese sun beating down on her unshaded head. Soon they'd all be swimming in a beatifully clear sea, she thought happily. Within an hour they would reach Estoril, quickly dump their bags at the rented villa, then rush down to the beach...
The warmth of the air, coupled with the sweet fragrance of sub-tropical flowers and trees, made her feel a lot happier. Impulsively, Caroline took Daphne's hand in hers and swung them lightly as they walked towards the passort and customs checkpoint. Daphne squeezed her fingers and gave her a happy smile.
"I was beginning to think you hated me!" she whispered. "What was it? Just a bad hangover?"
Caroline nodded, returning the pressure of Daphne's hand. They followed Bruno and Douglas into the customs hall and waited while the men cleared their luggage. Still holding hands, the girls looked into each other's eyes; exchanging glances of mutual admiration and affection...
In the airport lounge a Hertz man was waiting with the keys to their hired car, and after a few brief formalities Bruno was driwing the Sunbeam Raiper down the narrow, mosaic-paved streets of Lisbon. Caroline and Daphne sat in the back seat together, gazing out of the windows at the vista of new sights which swept quickly past.
Big, powerfully built fisherwomen, their loads of fish perfectly balanced on their heads, bustled along the pavements; the countless vendors of ties, carried on wooden bars across their stomachs; at regular intervals, bootblacks waited by their chairs; big purple and white parasols sheltered the traffic police from the glare of the huge white sun ...
Soon, they left the crowded streets of Lisbon far behind them, heading out into the countryside on the road to Estoril. "It's beautiful!" Daphne breathed. "Just as I've always imagined it!" She wasn't referring entirely to the Portugese landscape, however. Daphne was thinking rather of the lovely curves of Caroline's sweet body!
She openly admitted to herself that she had been completely captivated by the girl. As soon as her eyes had opened that morning a part of Daphne's mind had slipped into a dreamy, precoccupied reverie about Caroline's wonderful charms -and the intense pleasure which they had given to her the previous night.
She had been surprised to find not even the slightest trace of remorse or regret for her actions: the stupid and obscene names people used to describe what she and Caroline had experienced together no longer had any power to hurt her. Daphne felt marvellously free from regret and conscience.
It should be quite easy for them to get away from their husbands, especially since Bruno and Douglas would be working on the play. She rested her hand on Caroline's knee affectionately. Everything was working out so perfectly! she thought. Everything -except, perhaps, poor Bruno's career!
Daphne remembered their conversation, and the conspiracy against her husband which first Caroline and then Douglas had revealed to them. You couldn't really blame Douglas for cold-shouldering Bruno, she supposed. Not when so much was at stake for him. What was he really like, though? Daphne could see his eyes and nose reflected in the driving mirror. They were pale blue and rather weak-looking, she noticed. Not like Bruno at all not so immediately challenging and direct, at any rate.
She doubted if Douglas would be capable of standing up to the big television moguls the way that her husband did. Unless he possessed an inner strength of character which was not apparent the first time you met him. Maybe, she thought, he required some additional reason (besides a rather vaguely defined "loyalty") to stand by Bruno.
And Daphne wondered fleetingly if an affair with
Bruno's wife would help to ensure Douglas's allegiance ... She giggled to herself, finding it hard to suppress a loud peal of laughter at the idea. "You're turning into quite an amoral libertine, Mrs Swanson!" she reprimanded herself. "You'll be suggesting that we all get together and have a wonderful gang-bang in a minute!"
Her amusement vanished abruptly. Daphne felt sharp jolt of excitement at the pit of her stomach and she had a sudden vision of them all -the four of them in a tangle of wild, erotic positions ... Caroline and herself kissing and caressing, while Bruno and Douglas struggled to fuck them ...
She pressed her thighs together tightly. An uncanny suspicion that this fantastic notion might, just possibly, be a premonition of things to come stole over her. But no one else would ever agree to it, the rational side of her mind insisted. Caroline wouldn't... Bruno certainly wouldn't -out of pride, if nothing else.
And Douglas ... She stared at the back of the writer's neck. He was still rather an unknown quantity to her.
All at once, Daphne knew that she was seriously considering ways and means of bringing about such a foursome. She forced herself to look out of the window again and stare blankly at the sun-baked, parched fields. The white road cut a deep swathe through them, dividing the burnt grass and low-yielding crops like a straight and clean razor stroke across a stubbled cheek.
Daphne thought that if she did instigate such an orgy (this was nothing more than a time-consuming exercise, she told herself), if she did plan it, the person to start with would have to be Douglas. Idly, though secretly aware that her calculations were quite deliberate, she mused on the possibilities ...
Supposing Douglas "caught" Caroline and herself in a compromising situation? Would it really be so difficult to seduce him, getting Caroline so excited that she joined in?
Daphne mulled this over thoughtfully. It would mean running the risk of losing Caroline, she realised. On the other hand, though ... it might very well succeed in providing her with both a female and a male bed-partner at one and the same time!
Her speculation quickened, her eyes grew heated and the lids felt heavy and slumberous. That was quite a prospect! The next stage -persuading Bruno to join in -was rather more formidable, but that bridge could be crossed when she came to it...
Daphne licked her lips in a delicious anticipation. Apart from everything else, her little scheme might very well help Bruno's career. At the very least it would cement Douglas's loyalty to them. She could make quite sure that he had such a gorgeously sexy time with them that he'd hate to do anything that might disrupt their relationship.
The barren countryside was now giving way to the outskirts of Estoril -and the small casino on one of the hills surrounding the townlet had just come into view. Their villa was situated about 400 yards from it, further down the slope which overlooked the bay. Bruno shifted into third gear and the Sunbeam glided up the incline with little or no effort.
It was a two-bedroomed residence, with a sunny, spacious lounge, sun-bathing patio and a study where Bruno and Douglas intended to work. They had rented it from one of Bruno's actor friends who was at present making more money from hiring out his villa than from working. Evereything was in perfect order when they unlocked the door. A maid came in twice a day to clean and cook, and she had a meal ready for them directly they'd unpacked and changed.
After lunch, a filling and excellently prepared lobster dish with local vegetables, Caroline and Daphne changed into their swim suits and announced that they were going to the beach.
"Better throw a couple of wraps over your shouuders", Bruno warned. "The locals don't like bikini clad girls running around around -this isn't Cannes, you know*.
Daphne pouted at him. She thrust her breasts out deliberately and swayed her hips in an exaggerated but sexy imitation of a burlesque dancer.
"They'll have to get used to it!" she announced. "I came here to get a sun-tan and I don't intend to wear anything more than le minimum all day long -every day!" She tossed her head. "I might slip into something more decent in the evenings: If you really want me to, that is!"
Bruno stared at her, frowning a little. This wasn't like Daphne. She both looked and sounded very much out of character. True, she had an out-going personality, but he'd never heard her speaking like that in front of comparative strangers. Or parading her body so blatantly. He shrugged and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. Maybe it had something to do with the party, he thought. Perhaps she still felt high... Either that or ?he'd been at his benzedrine tablets.
She blew him a kiss, then turned and went out the door followed closely by Caroline. The girls were wearing practically identical bikinis: the colours were different, but the extreme brevity of the costumes was consistent.
They both revealed as much of the flesh they were intended to conceal as possible; cut away at the front to two tiny triangles of cloth -barely covering the abdomen.
And as he watched them walking away, he could see the cheeks of their bottoms spilling out from beneath the inadequate pants. The door slammed shut behind the girls and Bruno finished his coffee, then lit a cigarette.
"How long have you been married, Doug?" he asked suddenly. "A couple of years?"
"A bit more than that: seven, actually. Why do you ask?"
Bruno drew thoughtfully on his cigarette. "No particular reason", he said. "I was wondering just how well you knew your wife. Pretty well, I suppose, after all that time?"
Douglas nodded rather uncertainly. "I guess so ... Why -aren't you and Daphne all that close?"
"Not really". Bruno stood up and walked over to the window. He watched Daphne and Caroline as they picked their way carefully over the rough path to the beach. They were holding hands, moving down the stony track and clutching at each other to keep their balance. The sound of their giggling reached his ears and Bruno turned away, irritated and vaguely disturbed -though he couldn't understand why ...
"We used to be", he went on; crossing the room again and standing over Douglas. "She seems different lately I don't know..." He gave Douglas a searching look. "You've not noticed anything... anything a little odd about Daphne and Caroline, have you?"
Douglas stiffened visibly. "What do you mean?" he asked quickly. "Odd?"
Bruno studied him carefully. The question seemed to have upset Douglas quite considerably. "Go on", he urged. "Tell me what you meant by that remark"
"Never mind. Forget it" Bruno thrust his hands into his trouser pockets and moved away. "I'm still worried about that ending", he said, changing the subject. "I don't agree that it should be as inconclusive as you've written it. It doesn't necessarily have to be neat and tidy -or tragic. But lately all the plays on t.v. seem to have fizzled out, leaving everything up in the air. It's about time we returned to a more positive form of climax..."
Douglas was only half-listening. In any case, they's gone over this particular point before -and there would be a lot of arguments and discussions before they reached agreement. What had disturbed him was Bruno's remark about his wife: about Caroline and Daphne.
It hadn't escaped his notice that the two girls seemed to have got on very well together since the party. And he wondered vaguely if something wasn't going on between his wife and Daphne. But Caroline had sworn to him shortly after their marriage -that although she'd had lesbian experiences in the past, she was through with them now she'd met Douglas ...
He would have dismissed the slight suspicion at the back of his mind if it hadn't been for Bruno's hint that he, too, had discerned something "not quite right" about the girls' friendship.
Now the fear that Caroline might be slipping back into her old habits returned to haunt and worry Douglas. He began to find hints of an unnatural relationship in their every glance, their every exchange ... Through Bruno's conversation he superimposed the picture of the two girls walking hand-in-hand to the beach; wearing such scanty bathing suits, giggling together...
"You haven't listened to a bloody word!" Bruna cried suddenly. "Where are you? You look miles away!"
Douglas started, shaken out of his unpleasant inferences. "Sorry", he mumbled. "I -I was following what you said. You don't think the climax should be so inconclusive ...
"That was five minutes ago!" Buno stopped, searching Douglas's face to see if the man had taken his sly hint seriously. Then: "You're worried about them, aren't you?" he asked suddenly.
The writer saw immediately that Bruno understood the problem. A rapport was kindled instantly between the two men -they exchanged a long, slow look... and Douglas realised that Bruno had precisely the same doubts in his mind about Daphne as he had about Caroline. He nodded, his voice practically a whisper as he said: "Yes, I am ..."
Bruno sat on the edge of the table, staring down at him. "I thought so. I could tell by the way you kept watching them. What are you going to do about it?"
"We don't know for sure that they're actually..." His voice trailed away. Tight-lipped, Douglas went on: "It's a hell of a thing to suspect, isn't it? That your wife is a -a lesbian!"
"I guess it is". Bruno rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It wasn't until I sounded you out that I really thought it was possible. But it looks as if we've both arrived at the same conclusion. You remember, this morning, I went into the bedroom first?" Douglas nodded. "They were curled up in each other's arms, obviously naked. I went out of the room quickly, in case I embarrassed Daphne. After all, there wasn't anything so odd about that: they'd both had a hell of a lot to drink and they probably tumbled into bed -cuddling together without thinking .. "But before I left, I saw the look on Daphne's face", Bruno paused, staring at the wall behind Douglas as if seeing again the expression on his wife's lips; a dreamy, satisfied half-smile, the tip of her tongue gently protruding. It seemed to betray her, that manifestation of sensual satisfaction. It spoke of recently savoured delights, blissful euphoria...
"And there was something about the atmosphere of the room, something I can't put into words". He tapped his fingers on his crossed leg, drumming them at random on his thigh.
"Has Caroline ever had a homosexual affair?"
Douglas coloured. "Before we were married", he blurted out, as if afraid to hesitate in case his courage deserted him. "She admitted it to me -said she didn't want us to have any secrets ... But she's never repeated it, I'm sure of that". He looked at Bruno appealingly. "Are you sure we're not simply tensed up because of the play and seeing intrigues where there aren't any? Both of us have been living with it for the past week or so: maybe it's making us imagine things?"
"Yeah, maybe". Bruno seemed doubtful. "I'd still like to know what we ought to do about it if turns out we're right." He smiled suddenly. "Somehow, I don't feel as angry about it as I ought! It's not at all the same reaction I'd have if I thought Dahne was having it off with a wan!"
There was a short silence. "Are you going to ask her outright?" Douglas queried. "To see what her reaction
-?"
Bruno looked thoughtful, considering the suggestion riously. "I don't think so", he said at last. "It's probably best to let things ride at the moment. If they are having an affair, it'll most likely blow over in a few days: Daphne's not really that way inclined -I'm quite sure of that. And it's more probable that she's simply experimenting... I've been so wrapped up in my work lately that I haven't paid her very much attention. She may be bored, restless.
"Frankly, I don't think either of us can afford an emotional harangue right now. We need to focus all our energy on the play if we want to get it into shape. In any case, you may well be right: we're letting our imaginations run away with us."
Bruno swung himself down from the table. "I wouldn't mention any of this to Caroline", he warned. "Either way -right or wrong -it won't do any good to start ascusing her. Save your rhetoric for the script! We're going to need it!"
Douglas regarded him curiously. "You're a pretty callous bastard, aren't you?" he said wonderingly. There was no venom in his voice -just a kind of detached interest. "Your career, the play, your talent... you put that before everything, don't you? Even in front of your , personal life!"
"That's right". Bruno punched him lightly on the shoulder. "And you'd better learn to do the same, Douggieboy. If you want to get anywhere, that is. In this business a little thing like infidelity is strictly of secondary importance.
"Listen: we could spend the rest of this vacation either fighting and squabbling over a possibly non-existent lesbian relationship between our wives; or keep it to ourselves and brood so much that we can't write a damned thing!
"I don't intend to do either! Sure, well observe them
-see if they really are up to something together. But that's all I plan to do, see? Be a relatively disinterested voyeur!
"In case you've forgotten, I've got a hell of a lot wrapped up in this play: possibly my whole career. If we do a really great job on it and you finally decide that you owe me enough loyalty to insist that I direct it -".
Bruno paused, fixing Douglas with a steady, penetrating stare.
"I'm not having it all flucink-up by what you call my 'personal life'! You're damned right I'm not! And don't think you've made it yet, Doug, because you haven't! The synopsis is fine, the first half of the play is as good as we can get it: but you need that second act revised and re-written, boy! And you need me to help you do it don't forget that!"
He grinned at Douglas cheerfully, but Bruno's chest felt constricted, his nerves taut and his heart racing. There wasn't the slightest trace in his mind (after Douglas had told him that Caroline was no stranger to lesbianism) that she and Daphne were lovers. The fact knotted his stomach, screwed him up inside ...
"I wonder", Douglas was saying. "I wonder if there's anything, anything at all, which would make you put your career in second place".
Bruno turned away from him, reaching for his cigarettes. "I doubt it", he replied. "I doubt it very much..."
Daphne flung her towel down on the warm, soft sand and ran quickly into the sea. She splashed into the gentle waves until they lapped around her thighs, then dived headlong into them -striking out in a brisk crawl until she was several yards from the shore.
Caroline followed more slowly, wading into the azur waters and letting her hands trail in them. Her brieflyclad body, covered only by the abbreviated pants and low-slung bra of her bikini, looked white and beautiful against the shimmering, golden sands behind her. Daphne rolled over onto her back, floating easily on the calm translucent sea and watched as the girl drew nearer to her; Caroline's breasts now lolling gently under the lapping waves as she stood chest-deep in the sea.
"Come on!" she cried. "Swim out to me -it's a bit cooler the farther out you go!"
Caroline shook her head. "I can't swim!" she called back. "You go ahead: 1'll just splash around -I don't want to get out of my depth!"
Daphne's eyes gleamed as a rather amusing idea occurred to her. How nice it would be to teach Carolin, to swim, she thought. They could start with the breast stroke and gradually proceed to more advanced lessons! She began to propel herself to the girl's side, using a fast overarm action which brought her close to Caroline in a few moments.
She trod water, her feet just above the sandy bottom "It's about time you learned!" Daphne smiled. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself -not being able to swim at your age! Here -".
She reached out and took Caroline's hands, drawing the girl closer. "I'll give you a few elementary lessons..
The beach behind them was absolutely deserted. It curved out at this point to form a small bay; sheltering them from the public stretches which extended for a couple of miles on either side of their roped-off, private sands. Although they could hear the distant murmuring of voices, they were completely hidden from view at this juncture, as removed from inquisitive eyes as if the entire coastline was deserted.
Daphne felt Caroline's firm, buoyant breasts pressing against hers as she slid her hands under the girl's armpits and supported her. The rich curves were lifted by the waves, then dragged slightly downwards by the undertow; making them bobble rhythmically every few seconds. Under the water, Caroline's bare tummy moved wetly against Daphne's -the flesh seeming to be even softer beneath the liquid caress of the sea.
They remained for several moments in this position: their eyes communing silently, their bodies touching ... "Let's begin, shall we?" Daphne's question was understood by both girls to refer to more intimate matters than a swimming lesson, and Caroline lowered her eyes feeling suddenly shy and confused.
It was one thing to pet and caress with another girl when the lights were low and you were pretty high on whisky. Here, under the blazing sun, where it was impossible to avoid each other's eyes, she felt vaguely ashamed of her impulses. Her desire to touch and fondle Daphne's body was no less strong than it had been the previous night -Caroline didn't try to pretend that it wasn't. But she also knew that this time Daphne would have to be the aggressor. Daphne would have to take the initiative...
Luckily, it appeared that Bruno's wife had every intention of doing precisely that! She moved to Caroline's side, passing one hand around the girl's shoulders and letting the other slide down her back until the fingers rested beneath Caroline's thighs.
"Let yourself go", she encouraged. "Go on -he back in the water. I'll keep you afloat".
Slowly, Caroline obeyed her. She lifted her feet from the sea-bottom and the buoyancy of the water, together with Daphne's supporting hands, made her rest easily on the surface: the waves running deliciously over her floating body.
"Chin up!" Daphne ordered. She could feel the extreme softness of Caroline's under-thigh against her fingers; the flesh rippling and sleek beneath her hand. The girl's round and smooth shoulder fitted sweetly into her other hand, Daphne's fingers curling firmly around the voluptuous shape.
"Now don't panic!" she warned Caroline. "I'm going to let your head go. There! All right?"
Caroline nodded, trying to play the part of a nonswimmer though she guessed that she could probably outdistance Daphne if they had a race! Her pretence that she couldn't swim had been a spur-of-the-moment subterfuge -a brilliant inspiration! Caroline had felt that there ought to be some kind of pretext for their lovemaking -and what could be better than a swimming lesson? It would also encourage Daphne to be the more dominant partner; and Caroline considered that, after last night, it was time that she enjoyed the passive role!
She allowed herself to relax on the water, feeling Daphne's hand move from her thighs to her bottom. The woman's fingers came to rest under the cheeks, pushing upwards into the thin, much too small panties which were pasted to her buttocks by the undulating sea.
Caroline felt them pressing firmly and rudely into her arse; the tips of Dahpne's fingers sticking boldly right into the crease itself. She closed her eyes against the fierce glare of the sun, letting herself submit entirely to Daphne's hands -dreamily content to be touched and fondled in any fashion which the woman might wish...
Daphne cupped the soft, yielding globe of the girl's bottom, raising it firmly until Caroline's belly and crotch were lifted right out of the water. Then she studied the exciting view with burning eyes, leaning slightly over the girl and peering down at Caroline's scantily-covered sex.
The lower half of the bikini, now that it had become thoroughly wettened by the sea, adhered like a second skin to the girl's pubic mound. The hard, thrusting curve was beautifully displayed for her: and just below the mons veneris. Daphne could see quite clearly the long, deep line of Caroline's cunt -the sexy lips easily discernible beneath the clinging wetness of the girl's pale blue swimsuit.
She ran her eyes slowly upwards, over Caroline's belly, admiring the flat whiteness of her abdomen, the tiny crevice of her navel... the thrilling curve of the girl's hips. Daphne began to fondle the wet cheeks of Caroline's arse as she let her eyes travel to the overflowing orbs of the girl's bosom.
Caroline's breasts were only just contained by the tightfitting bra cups. They jutted proudly through the thinness of the material, the nipples already stiff from their contact with the salt sea.
Rubbing Caroline's buttocks in a firm, unhurried caress, Daphne began to imagine that the girl's arsecheeks and her breasts were interchangeable: they lacked only the hard red nipples to be indistinguishable from Caroline's titties, she thought -clasping the soft, full dumplings between her fingers, stroking and cuddling them in turn.
Then Daphne thought how beautiful it would be to fondle Caroline's quim beneath the water. She could hold the girl's breasts at the same time -and also admire with her eyes the round globes of her bottom. Perhaps even slip the pants into the divide between the cheeks and see them even more fully ...
The idea made her feel breathless and excited. She squeezed her thighs tightly together to relieve the itchy tension which was welling up in her cunt, tensing and untensing the muscles so that the lips of her sex were rubbed firmly and satisfyingly into each other.
"Turn over, darling", Daphne whispered. "Let's see if you can keep afloat the other way round".
Caroline obediently did as she was told, threshing a little to keep up the pretence that she couldn't swim. Daphne swiftly transferred her hands to a new position; one moving beneath Caroline's breasts and holding the girl afloat by cupping the titty nearest to her -the other sliding under the girl's crotch.
She could feel the rising curve of Caroline's quim resting snugly on her fingers. The sweet little mound pressed sexily into her hand, seeming to quiver preciously beneath the tightness of the girl's bikini pants.
Daphne rubbed her hand backwards and forwards, sliding her fingers in a firm, exploring caress over Caroline's deliciously wet cunt. At the same time, her breastholding hand started to massage the fulsome globe: squeezing gently but persistently at the extremely soft and supple orb which hung below the water.
Caroline's bottom was sticking out of the waves, only an occasional rush of the sea splashing saltily over the twin hemispheres. Daphne stared down at them, at the portions of bum-flesh which protruded from the tight blue casing.
At least three inches of the generously plump cheeks were thrusting nakedly out of Caroline's pants. The wOman stared hotly at the sharp, cutting line of the bikini as it scored into the softness of the girl's bottom. Her eyes showed concern; pity for the poor, delicate flesh which was constrained so tightly by the swimsuit. Quickly, she lifted her hand from Caroline's crotch to the girl's bottom again -tugged the sides of the bikini right into the arsecrease so that the cheeks were completely revealed -then slipped her fingers back into position: fondling leisurely across Caroline's bulgy quim.
The magnificent orbs of Caroline's arse jutted proudly now. Twin white balloons of round, sexy flesh, they looked resplendent and daringly naked.
Daphne murmured: "You might as well get a suntan on your bottom, darling! Now -". (While she spoke, her hands were busily fondling Caroline's breasts and cunt; squeezing and playing lasciviously with the girl's charms). "-see if you can float all by yourself. Don't worry, I'll catch you if you start to sink! My hands will only be a little way from you!"
Caroline put her arms out tentatively, feeling Daphne's fingers slip more intimately against her quim (now only concealed by an inch-thick strip of cotton panties). The girl wriggled her legs, deliberately striking out away from Daphne. She swam a few feet then went under... gurgling and spluttering.
Instantly, Daphne was at her side, dragging the squirming girl to the surface again -her hands groping for Caroline's arms, sliding and slithering over her breasts and touching, momentarily, the stiff ripeness of the girl's nipples.
"Whew!" Caroline gasped when her head was above water. "I feel as if I've swallowed half the ocean!" She stood very close to Daphne, breathing heavity. The woman ran her hands slowly down Caroline's back until they encompassed the nude orbs of the girl's bottom. In the cool silkiness of the sea the globes felt even softer and sexier than usual... and Daphne rubbed them with lingering strokes of her fingers.
Caroline became suddenly impatient with her game. She had also realised that if Daphne found out that she had been fooling her, the woman might well decide to chastise her ... Perhaps spank her bottom rather sexily!
Breaking into a peal of laughter she broke free of Daphne's embrace and swam with a fast, smooth butterfly stroke out to sea.
"Hey!" Daphne's mouth opened in surprise. She watched the fast-retreating figure of Caroline's body with amazement, her features finally settling into an amused and delighted expression as the girl's clever hoax sank home.
Then, a determined smile on her lips, Daphne launched herself in hot pursuit of Caroline. She couldn't be sure, finally, whether Caroline allowed her to catch up or not ... But Daphne was soon abreast of the girl -and swung her arm tightly around her shoulder, ducking her mercilessly.
"You sly bitch!" Daphne exclaimed when Caroline's face emerged from the waves. "I ought to And then she disappeared beneath the water as Caroline dragged her down, holding her tightly around the waist. Clawing and fighting, the girls fought their way to the surface again -Caroline triumphantly waving Daphne's briefs in her hand!
Before the woman could clutch at her, the girl struck out for the shore, holding Daphne's bikini between her teeth. They began to race for the beach in earnest now, Daphne determined to catch Caroline before she gained the safety of dry land -with her scanty prize!
But with powerful strokes, Caroline reached the shallows long before Daphne could close the distance between them and she splashed up the beach with the woman still several feet behind her. Making a final, desperate attempt, Daphne flung herself forward -groping for the girl's ankles.
She tugged them violently -and Caroline went sprawling into the sand, throwing her arms out wildly and releasing her hold on Daphne's bikini.
Swiftly, Daphne spreadeagled herself on top of the girl: seizing Caroline's shoulders and jamming her body as tightly as possible into the panting, gasping half-naked flesh.
Giggling, Caroline heaved herself upwards -and the two girls rolled over and over on the soft, golden sand, clutching at each other, the burnished grains sticking to their wet bodies.
Although their wrestling was only half serious, both Daphne and Caroline were determined to gain the upper hand. They squirmed and wriggled, their bare legs flashing, their arms whirling ... Daphne's naked bottom coated with particles of sand.
It was probably due to Caroline's amusement that Daphne finally got the girl pinned down. She was laughing helplessly despite her attempts to fight the woman off -and Daphne managed to sit on her chest, squashing her knees firmly on Caroline's wrists so that the girl was helpless.
And since Daphne was now completely naked apart from her bra, this meant that she was giving Caroline a magnificent view of her sex: the lips were stretched open by the wide splay of her thighs, and the long pink pash was only a matter of centimetres from the girl's face.
"There, you beast!" Daphne gasped. "111 teach you to fool me and then rip my pants off!"
She started to jig up and down on Caroline's chest, knocking what little breath the girl had left out of her body. At the same time, Daphne (since her hands were free) slipped her fingers into the cups of Caroline's bra and deliberately began to fondle the girl's breasts; pinching and kneading them ruthlessly.
"Ouch!" Caroline panted. "Oof!! I can't breathe, darling -woof!" (Daphne plumped down on her with even greater force and also found her nipples: beginning to tweak them in an incessant pinching between her thumbs and forefingers.)
When Daphne tired of this sport, she climbed slowly off Caroline's exhausted body and then rolled the helpless girl over onto her back. Sprawling alongside her, the woman held Caroline down with one hand while the other started to spank firmly and passionately onto the girl's arse-cheeks.
The globes were already bared -the abbreviated panties now practically non-existent, thanks to Daphne's previous disarrangement of them -and she slapped them soundly: first one cheek, then the other receiving the full force of her hand.
When Caroline had regained her breath she began to drum her legs impotently on the sand.
"Ow!" she cried -again and again. "Ow, that stings, Daphne! Oooh! My poor bottom! Darling, that one hurt!"
In actual fact, Daphne wasn't really hurting her at all. Caroline felt positively pleased each time the woman's hand descended on her buttocks -it made the cheeks tingle deliciously and the situation was quite a novelty for the girl. She had never before been spanked with strong overtones of sexuality in the punishment; the idea that she, a fully-grown girl, was being treated like a naughty child both intrigued and excited her.
But to add a touch of extra piquancy to the situation, she decided to act as if the slaps were really causing her pain. She wriggled her bottom, wishing that she could see the sexy writhing -knowing that the cheeks were fully nude and wobbling very provocatively.
Daphne's hand, pressing steadily into the small of her back, forced her lightly-clad breasts into the hot sand: making them feel extra-specially desirable. Caroline twisted her shoulders, rubbing them as deeply as possible into the warm, moist ground. And felt her desire sharpen -growing keener as Daphne continued with her steady, unhurried spanking ...
Soon, Daphne was so excited by the reddened white flesh of Caroline's arse that she quickly tugged the panties right off the girl's hips. Caroline made no protest as she drew them swiftly down her thighs and left her in as naked a state as Daphne herself.
And when Daphne resumed her spanking, the girl allowed her thighs to slip open -encouraging the woman to slap her in a rather more intimate zone of her body.
Peering down between Caroline's parted legs, Daphne could plainly see the mound of the girl's sex; the tufts of curly blonde hair betraying the entrance to her beautifully long and deep slit.
She put one hand on the cheek nearest to her, then prised the globe open -watching breathlessly as Caroline's tightly-closed anus was peeled slowly into view. Daphne twisted her head slightly, and was able to see the pink opening of the girl's quim: a subtle, mysterious cleft which grew wider and wider as she forced Caroline's arse to yeild up all its secrets.
Finally, the whole of the precious wound was visible to her. Daphne licked her lips in anticipation as she studied the beautiful cunt in the dazzling light of day.
A few grains of impertinent sand were adhering to the darling hole; around the puffy outer lips and even on the vulva itself. The pearly orifice gave a most interesting and pleasant aroma -a salty, spicy, briny smell which Daphne (putting her nostrils as close as possible to the faintly pulsing cunt) inhaled deeply, savouring the intimate pungency.
She put out her finger and ran it as slowly as possibly from the base to the apex of Caroline's quim, watching its progress avidly. The digit sank greedily into the giving liquidity of the girl's slit, dipping as far as the first joint.
Daphne brought it up out of the hole and let it wander idly into Caroline's pulled-open arse. The finger traced a loving path over the hot, intimate crease; pausing at the entrance to the girl's shit-hole and worming tightly around in a tantalising attempt to penetrate the tiny orifice.
Her mouth watering, Daphne repeated the movement. And again... and once more! Until Caroline was squirming and wriggling in genuine torment -aching to be penetrated by the woman's constantly roaming finger.
Since Daphne was now crouching alongside Caroline, with her bottom facing the girl, Caroline was able by turning her arm carefully around -to touch her arse and give Daphne the same, tormenting treatment.
She was spared the task of opening die woman's buttocks, however, because Daphne's bottom was already well-splayed -thanks to her stooping position the cheeks of her arse were forced open of their own accord.
Caroline now explored the tempting opening which lay snuggled between Daphne's fine, firm hemispheres. She extended her forefinger and pushed it with great deliberation against the dark crevice, slowly easing it right into the woman's anus.
Daphne arched her back and thrust her buttocks more urgently against Caroline's hand, thus making the girl's finger sink more quickly into her arsehole. Although this wasn't at all what Caroline had in mind, she nevertheless found the steamy tightness of Daphne's rear cavity too intriguing and exciting to be abandoned.
And so... stiffening her finger as rigidly as she could ... Caroline allowed the woman to back herself onto the digit -wiggling her haunches from side to side to make it penetrate her as quickly as possible.
Then, as if rewarding Caroline for fingering her anus so cleverly, Daphne at last permitted her own finger to thrust its way deeply into the heart of her lover's arse.
Caroline expelled a loud, long sigh of relief. And, watching their actions most closely, the girls began to frig each other very leisurely and deeply; their respective fingers sinking to the hilt in one another's bottoms... turning around for perhaps four or five revolutions... then just as slowly and beautifully with-drawing.
Voluptuous and pleasing though this mutual caressing was, Daphne soon began to desire Caroline in a more intimate fashion. After all, she reminded herself, you did intend to be the seducer this time! And it would be so sweet to put your lips where your fingers are -on Caroline's very damp, very sexy bum!
The gritty sand would have to be washed away first, though. Daphne stroked down the girl's spine, enjoying the feel of her fine, sleek young flesh.
"Darling", she said softly. "Let's go down to the water's edge. I want to give your bottom and quim a nice rinsing. They're all sandy, you know!"
Caroline pulled her finger gradually out of Daphne's arse. The slender digit seemed to stick halfway, as if loathe to leave the hot, exciting hole, and she had to give it a firm tug to release it from the woman's tight back passage.
Daphne followed suit, feeling a spasm of sheer pleasure flow through her body as she watched the pink skinned anus clinging to her withdrawing finger.
Then she helped Caroline to her feet and, together, the girls walked the half dozen paces to the sea. "Sit down, darling", Daphne whispered. "I'll wash all that nasty sand away for you!*
Caroline got into the water, lowering herself until the white-flecked foam was splashing gently over her tummy. She opened her thighs, supporting her body with her hands on the shifting sand some two feet below the surface. Daphne knelt by her side, dipped her hand in the sea and carefully began to rinse the gritty particles away from Caroline's genitals.
She stroked gently and painstakingly, making a cup of her hand and splashing the salt water thoroughly into the girl's sex and arse; until she was sure that every speck of sand had been washed away.
Then Daphne quickly gave her own quim and bottom the same treatment -crouching down in the sea and letting the tide lap cleansingly into her crotch, helping it to flush her cunt free of sand by a careful fondling around the area with her fingers.
"Shall we take our bras off?" she suggested. "My breasts feel rather gritty and I'm sure yours are the same!"
Instead of answering, Caroline turned around, still half-lying in the sea, and offered her back to Daphne. The woman quickly undipped the brief bikini top and ran her hands possessively over Caroline's naked breasts -passing her arms around the girl's shoulders.
Caroline darted forward like a slippery fish, pulling Daphne off balance and dragging the woman into the sea with her -Daphne still clutching at the girl's breasts. Caroline's bikini fell unheeded into the water, bobbing on the waves like a pair of deflated balloons.
The weight of Daphne's body on top of hers made Caroline flounder beneath the sea, and they both went spluttering beneath the surface again -giggling and clutching at each other.
When their heads broke through once more, Caroline's hands were fumbling at the clasp of Daphne's cotton bra, struggling to unfasten the woman's only covering. In a matter of seconds the garment was floating away and Daphne was as totally naked as Caroline; hugging the girl's body against hers, their wet, slippery flesh rubbing intimately ...
Breathless, the girls ran back up the gentle slope of the beach and fell onto the large bath towel which had been spread out in the shade of an overhanging rock.
They sprawled on the brigthly coloured towel, lying on their backs, drops of water forming rivulets which trickled down the slopes and curves of their nude bodies. When she had regained her breath, Daphne turned her head to look at Caroline. She could feel the warmth of the girl's flesh against her own: Caroline's damp, cool thigh pressing into hers... her large breasts rising and falling heavily.
"Let me kiss you darling -while you're still wet from the sea!"
Caroline smiled dreamily, her head moving in an almost invisible nod. She pursed her full, ripe hps and her eyelids closed sweetly.
Daphne, her heart pounding, rolled over on top of the girl, molding her thighs against Caroline's, letting her breasts fit snugly into the bigger globes -feeling their cold, erect nipples meeting in an intimate kiss. Their hard crotches pressed tightly together, Daphne's blonde hairs merging wispily with Caroline's darker pubic patch.
Daphne cupped the girl's face in her hands, studying the relaxed, beautiful features intently. Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch from Caroline's.
"That wasn't quite what I had in mind, darling", she whispered, her lips brushing sexily against the girl's. "But I suppose we could start with an ordinary kiss!"
And she brought her mouth firmly onto Caroline's, feeling the precious softness open under the pressure of her kiss and the girl's tongue quivering against her own. She kept her hands on Caroline's face, caressing the soft cheeks and rubbing the tips of her fingers beneath the girl's ear lobes. Caroline moaned sweetly into her open mouth, her lower lip trembling suddenly as the woman's gentle caress made her feel weak and helpless ...
Daphne writhed her body slowly, making her breasts and crotch rub with an unmistakeable sexual rhythm against Caroline's. She wanted to do so much to the sweetness of Caroline's body! She wanted to stroke the curves gently, pluck at the girl's thick red nipples, bring Caroline to an intense, abandoned climax.
But above all, she wanted to fasten her mouth to Caroline's quim and suck at the fleshy lips. Put her tongue deep into the heart of the girl's creamy sex and taste the forbidden juices ...
The image was suddenly too voluptuous for Daphne to bear. She wriggled her body down Caroline's, breaking their kiss, and slied her hands over the girl's breasts giving them a firm but hurried squeeze -letting her fingers come to rest on the upper slopes of Caroline's thighs.
She urged them apart, fitting herself between the soft white pillars and staring at the slowly revealed opening of Caroline's quim.
The lips were drawn aside as the girl's legs gradually yielded up their secret -and Daphne, lying on her side, lifted Caroline's right thigh over her shoulder and supported it, causing the red slit of her sex to widen in a wanton, lewd display of the girl's most intimate region.
The raw wound looked so terribly vulnerable, Daphne thought. So tender, so very, very defenceless. She slid her hand up the inside of Caroline's left thigh, her thumb rubbing the soft inner flesh only a few inches from the complexity of the girl's slit.
Around the yawning cunt the hairs had been pasted to Caroline's crotch by their immersion in the sea. Daphne slipped her fingers around the beautifully sleek thigh and began to smooth them -stroking all around the deep cut without actually touching it. She petted the mons veneris, felt the hard curve pulsing under her fingers. She rubbed along the twin creases on either side of Caroline's quim -those deep, velvety folds which formed an exciting frame to the female sex.
And finally Daphne pinched up a piece of the rubbery cunt-lip and lifted it carefully to one side: making the girl's pussy gape open more blatantly.
Then she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue
... and pressed them lovingly into the soft redness of Caroline's quim -kissing the very center of the hole, her nose rubbing sexily against the girl's stiff, pert clitty.
She felt Caroline's thighs tensing momentarily. But as she soothed the precious honeypot with her mouth, moving her lips from side to side and pushing them right into the outer lips, Carline relaxed again; her body suffering gladly this intrusion into her most private parts as Daphne brought her slowly to a delicious excitement.
Tentatively, Daphne let her tongue steal out of her muth, easing it gently into Caroline's vulva. The slot tasted tangy and pungent: the rich odours of the girl's cunt mingling with the salt water to form a cocktail of heady, intoxicating liquor.
She extended it further -making the red, live, wiggling tongue thrust deeply into Caroline's quim until the lips quivered and pulsed around it, seeming to trap the trespasser and suck it between the honey walls.
Daphne revolved her tongue slowly: first clockwise, then anti-clockwise; making sure that it lapped every inch of Caroline's beautifully tight and hot cunt.
The girl began to urge her loins up and down, working her crotch in an ever more frantic motion against Daphne's mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Daphne passed her hand up under Caroline's raised haunches and cupped one of the girl's luscious arse-cheeks.
She kneaded and fondled the fleshy orb, pushing her forefinger into the perspiring crease and finding it very easy to penetrate the elastic-sided hole. Her finger sank deeply to its hilt inside Caroline's anus, die first joint wiggling frantically as she scratched insistently and temptingly at the rich, fruity inner meat of the girl's arsehole.
A few minutes of this prolonged, intensive treatment -and Caroline was rolling her head from side to side on the towel, clenching and unclenching her hands, wriggling her inflamed, tormented sex more and more wildly against Daphne's sucking lips.
Then she stopped, remaining absolutely still. Daphne felt the girl's cunt throb urgently -the only part of her body which was in motion -and suddenly gush forth a thick, sticky jet of spunk which filled her mouth.
The fishy liquid ran down her throat, Daphne swallowing again and again as Caroline's buttocks shook violently and the girl creamed her orgasm into the woman's waiting lips.
The spasm seemed to go on and on ... Daphne keeping her mouth grimly in position in order to receive every drop of Caroline's tribute.
It wasn't until the girl had at last shuddered to the end of her climax that Daphne realised her face was shielded from the sun by what appeared to be a large black cloud. And then she glanced up, her eyes widening in shock as she saw that it wasn't a cloud at all which was keeping the sun out of her eyes...
A young boy, perhaps 15 or 16 years old, wearing a small, tight-fitting pair of swimming trunks which did nothing to disguise the thick bulge of his prick, stood staring down at them from the rock.
He was very tanned, with curly black hair and an insolent smile on his lips. The distance between them was about six feet only -but he showed no sign of taking fright when Daphne scrambled up and stood on the sand, her mouth open, her body trembling.
He grinned down at her, then stepped right to the edge of the rock and jumped: landing with an easy grace right in front of the startled woman.
Daphne stared at him, unable to speak, wondering how she should handle the situation. Caroline's eyes were still closed blissfully and she didn't appear to have noticed the intruder. The boy's white teeth flashed pleasantly, his eyes travelling frankly and openly over Daphne's naked body. He extended a hand in greeting:
"I'm Pedro!" he announced. "You very beautiful woman! Her too!" He nodded towards Caroline. "I see you have lot of fun together, yes?"
Daphne swallowed. Her hand had gone quickly to her crotch, concealing her sex as much as possible, and her other arm was thrown protectively across her breasts. But she still felt extremely vulnerable before the unashamed appraisal of the Portugese boy. She wondered how much he'd seen of their love-making, then realised -from the stiffness of his very erect penis -that he must have been watching them for quite some time ...
He noticed her eyes flickering towards his genitals and rubbed himself proudly.
"Very big, yes?" he exclaimed, nodding his head up and down. "You like?"
Daphne wished the ground would open and swallow up either him, Caroline and herself -or all of them at once. She dreaded the moment when Caroline would be roused from her doze by their voices.
It might ruin everything for her: just when she and Caroline were becoming so close and when she might scon be able to hint to the girl that they extend their intimacy to include Douglas ...
Pedro took a step towards her. Daphne started to back away from him, then held her ground. A fragment of an idea had occurred to the woman. Supposing, just sup posing, Caroline were to wake up and find ...
She trembled at the boldness of her fantasy. No, Caroline would never... But why not? she insisted. Daphne let her eyes wander to the boy's penis again. It certainly looked promising enough, she thought. Even with the trunks covering it she could see the slight pulsing of his cock -pointing upwards towards his belly, held in tight check by the brief swimsuit.
"You like?" Pedro repeated. He was still grinning at her as if he were offering the woman a holiday souvenir rather than making her a sexual proposition.
Daphne hesitated. Then made up her mind.