"Oh God," I whispered in her ear, "you're fantastic. Fantastic. So sexy."

I got up on my knees and began to tug at her shirt, pulling it upwards over her breasts to her neck; Karen raised her arms and allowed me to slide it over her head, down her arms and off, and I began afresh to stroke her beautiful body. I clamped my mouth to hers and kissed her hard, my tongue stretching into her mouth, exploring, sliding along her teeth, pressing against her palate, mingling with her tongue, all the while heightening my sense of excitement. I reached behind her and unhooked her bikini top, pulling it free; sitting back, I slowly peeled it from her delicious, full breasts, watching, rapt, as they were unveiled before my ravening eye. Her nipples were dark and hard and long, her areolae large and beautifully shaped, not quite a perfect circle,; rather, they looked slightly elongated, delightfully ovaloid.

"So beautiful," I mouthed, before falling on her and taking her left breast between my lips. I gripped her nipple delicately and sucked it into my mouth, lapping my tongue against her areola, delighting in its warm, ridged surface. I rolled my hand around her other breast, stroking and caressing it, rolling the nipple between my fingers, as my mouth continued to play with her left breast. I licked all around it, drawing her soft flesh into my mouth, kissing it, loving it.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

She sighed. "Mmmm, yes."

"Tell me what you want me to do for you," I continued.

"Just carry on with what you're doing," she said. I didn't want to press her too hard because she was new to sapphic love, so I continued my ministrations to her body. My hand worked its way down from her breast, and back over her stomach again, towards the waistband of her shorts. She tensed slightly, an unconscious response, as she felt my hand on the fabric, resting above her crotch, but she quickly regained her composure and ran her hand through my hair, as though to tell me to continue. I did. Sliding my hand beneath the waistband, I wriggled it downwards until I found her bikini briefs. I ran my nail along the edge of the briefs, dragging lightly against her skin, back and forward, back and forward, each time prising the briefs down slightly, until eventually I felt the scrape of her pubic hair.

My fingers strolled through her bush for a while until I let go of the briefs and they snapped back into position. Laying my palm flat against her, I rested it on her mons and slid it downwards, splaying my fingers out. They rounded the curve of her body and rested against her pussy; Karen parted her legs and allowed me complete access; sliding my hand down further I cupped it around her beautiful pussy, and immediately drew my middle finger upwards, grazing it the length of her slit.

"Oh God, I have to see it," I moaned. "Please, can I see it?"

Karen nodded and lay back on the rug, her arm stretched languidly off the edge and her fingers playing in the sand. I pulled my hand free and made to remove her shorts; she raised her bum from the blanket to assist me and I tugged at them, yanking them down her legs. She lay before me, wearing only her bikini briefs. I rested my head lightly on her stomach, and tickled my fingers down her thigh and up again, down the other thigh and up again, and onto the fabric of her briefs. I scratched my first two fingers against it, feeling the texture of her pussy hair beneath, drawing little circles, downwards and downwards, until I was scratching directly above her pussy lips. Changing my action, I ran the back of my index finger up and down the length of her lips, up and down repeatedly and continuously, feeling the fabric grow damp with her juices. Her legs were bent, with her knees in the air, and as I pressed against her they parted for me, making it easier to get at her. I was pushing my hand hard against her now, and my finger and the fabric beneath it were sliding inside her pussy; more and more of the fabric was being drawn inside her, and the edges were sliding upwards, so that soon I would glimpse her outer labia. I pressed harder, slipping my middle finger in as well, and the entire gusset of her briefs disappeared inside her, revealing, in all their pink and majestic glory, her puffy lips.

"Oh my God," she cried.

The sight of her lips was too much for me, and I swooped on her, yanking the briefs down and revealing her pussy in all its glory. She was soaked, and as I slid my fingers inside her again they were instantly coated with her juices. I gathered a viscous trail of it on my finger and raised it to her mouth, feeding it to her; she stretched forward and guzzled it avariciously. I repeated the motion, but this time fed it to myself: the taste was delightful, different from mine, but the same, sticky texture. I lowered my head so that I was hovering just above her pussy and I began to blow lightly on it; meanwhile my fingers were tickling and stroking again, up and down her pussy lips, in and out, in and out, while I rolled my thumb gently around her clitoris. It revealed itself instantly, popping out from behind its protective hood, and I pressed my thumb directly against it. Karen screamed.

"Oh God, no," she cried. "That's too much." I drew my thumb away from it slightly and instead circled round and round it.

Karen's face was flushed, and her eyes were huge. "Is this good?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Tell me what to do," I said. "Tell me. Anything. I want to be told."

Karen said nothing for a moment, and I was slightly disappointed, thinking she wasn't able to free herself enough to do that. But only for a moment.

"Lie down," she said. "I want to sit on you."