Lost at Sea
By GingerGin

Michelle stood on the upper deck of the SS Valkyrie over looking a sea that had turned from a sky blue calm to a boiling pot that hisses and slapped at the hull of the great ship. Her long dark hair twisted and spun about her head like a small dirt devil. The majority of the crew had preferred to stay out of the elements, and for a time Michelle would have agreed with those looking to remain warm and dry. But today, this dark sky mirrored her inner feelings... She wasn’t certain why she felt so, equally troubling was the fact that she didn’t know how she would bring herself out of this tail spin she was in. Perhaps this bitter wind would sweep it away... perhaps. On the deck below her, were the waves of this brewing storm crashed over the ships rail a dark haired women dressed in a crisp white uniform worked diligently to tie down a life boat that had become loosened. Michelle watched as the waves pounded her slim frame. Her hair had become pasted to her head and her uniform soaked to the point where her black bra showed prominently. A wisp of a smile crossed Michelle’s face as her wondered if the girl wore matching panties.

Michelle’s smile quickly turned to that of concern when the life boat broke free and both it and the girl tumbled into the heavy sea’s. With no time to think and less to act Michelle raced to the woman’s aid. With just enough time to grab a life jacket, Michelle in the most selfless act dived head first into the angry sea. It all happened so fast, breathing one second... unable the next... cold... white hot... chaos!

Then the head of this woman appeared out of the white and black of the waves. Coughing, choking... alive! Michelle reach out with her free hand, her fingers found the collar of the sailor. "I’ve got you," she yelled.

The life boat miraculously floated up to them and Michelle was able to grab it. Her coughing charge did likewise and together they managed to climb onboard.

"You saved my life," the girl said, and she hugged Michelle tightly, burying her face in the others bosom.

Michelle rapped her arms around the young woman’s head. In the distance, slowly vanishing in the mist of the sea, the SS Valkyrie disappeared.

The two women huddled together against the storm, with only the heat of each others bodies. Michelle pulled a thermal blanket over them to protect against the sea.

"What’s your name?" Michelle asked finally.

"Rhonda," the woman said half crying.

"It’s okay," Michelle said stroking the young women’s head. "We’ll be okay, they must know we are missing by now... they will have turned back, or sent a search party out for us by now."

Rhonda looked up and managed a brief smile. "You are a good liar," she said.

"I’ll have no more talk like that out of you sailor!" Michelle ordered.

Rhonda nodded, and hugged Michelle tighter. Michelle began to rock back and forth all the while stroking this scared woman’s head.

Together they fell asleep and when morning came, Michelle found her young friend still hugging her tightly. The sun had come out, and the sea had returned to a placid state. As the day warmed them, they began to talk. Rhonda though it best that they get out of their wet clothes, and let the sun warm them. Rhonda peeled off her shirt, reveling her lacy black bra, which to Michelle’s surprise she also removed. Rhonda was not a big woman, breast wise, but her firm tits held their shape without the aid of a bra, her nipples small and rock hard from being cold stood out against her pale skin. Then she slide off her pants reveling her black lacy panties. Michelle smiled inwardly, well, now I have my answer, she thought. Then to her surprise, Rhonda slipped off her panties. At first, Michelle felt slightly embarrassed. Rhonda was stretching out so more of the suns warm would greet her soft body. In doing so she spread her legs wide to revel her shaved pussy and her silky pink folds of flesh.

Well, Michelle thought, it’s not like I haven’t seen other nude women. It would feel good to be out of these wet clothes.

But before she could begin removing her shirt, Rhonda had satup, reached over and started to undo the top button on her shirt. "You must get out of these wet things," she said with a smile.

Michelle let Rhonda have her way. With her shirt off, Rhonda reached for her pants. Michelle lifted her bum, so Rhonda could pull them off. As Rhonda pulled, her wet pants grabbed at her panties and they slipped down to her knees. Before she could grab them, Rhonda had pulled them completely off.

Shrugging, Michelle thought, what the hell. So with that in mind, off too came her bra. It felt so good having the heat of the sun on her bare skin, and it felt so good to have her breast free of the confining bra.

Rhonda laid back and closed her eyes. She again spread her legs wide, as if to invited the suns warm into her pussy. Michelle found her self drawn to this woman’s flower. Rarely seeing the shaved privates of another women, let alone a beautiful woman that apparently didn’t mind showing herself off. Michelle tried not to stare, but just couldn’t take her eyes off this woman’s cunt.

Rhonda caught Michelle staring at her pussy and smiled. Slyly, Rhonda moved her hand down to her cunt lips and gently pressed her finger into her folds. She moved her finger in a small circle, pressing a bit harder with each pass. Michelle watch the show, she had never watched another women masturbate in front of her before, and she couldn’t believe, first that this was happening, and second that it was turning her on so much. Rhonda drew her finger away from her entrance and up to her clit, which was in full view. Rhonda’s cunt lips became swollen and her nectar began to trickle from her gaping hole and run down to the crack of her ass. A low moan escaped her lips and Rhonda started to move her hips in time to her stroking.

Abruptly Rhonda stopped. She sat up and said, "Why don’t you join me?"

Michelle shook off the shock. She had become so turned on that the idea of helping this women masturbate almost brought her to orgasm. Michelle got up and sat next to Rhonda, she reached over and felt the smooth skin just above her clit. Rhonda’s eyes widened, but Michelle didn’t notice. Then Michelle moved her fingers into Rhonda’s silky smooth lips. It felt so wonderful. Rhonda moved her hand away from herself and cupped the back of Michelle’s head. Michelle turned to face Rhonda and their mouths met. Rhonda’s mouth was wide and Michelle could feel the other woman’s tongue as it pressed against her teeth, trying to explore her mouth. Michelle’s moth opened slightly and her young lover’s tongue probed deeper. Michelle was lost for a moment in the kiss, but then she realized Rhonda had moved her hips up and now Michelle felt her finger enter Rhonda’s hot cunt. Her silky wetness covered Michelle’s finger and instinctively they both started to move rhythmically so her finger was gliding in and out of her. As they kissed, Michelle felt Rhonda’s hand on her left breast, she began to rub and squeeze her breast very gently. Her finger circled Michelle’s nipples and their kissing became more needy. Michelle let out a gasp as she felt Rhonda’s hand move to her pussy. Rhonda stroked the center of Michelle’s cunt, running her fingers through her valley and over her hole. Skirting her entrance, circling her now wet hole, then pressing her finger deep into her cunt. Michelle moaned and rocked forward. Together both beauties finger fucked each other. Sending their finger deep, working their hungry cunt’s as their tongues worked their hungry mouth’s.

Michelle’s moaning grew more intense and she was close to cumming. Rhonda stopped fingering her, pulling her hand away from her cunt.

"No don’t stop," Michelle said.

Rhonda smiled. "I want you to cum, but not like that, not your first time with me."

Michelle smile. She knew what the other was thinking.

Rhonda moved between Michelle’s legs, but Michelle stopped her.

"No, that’s not fair. I want you just as much. Can’t we both be..."

"Sixty nine?" Rhonda said. "Okay, lay back, I want to be on top."

Michelle did as requested, and Rhonda climbed on top of her. Now Michelle was gazing up into her lovers pink tunnel. She reached up and gently spread her lips. A familiar, yet different aroma filled her nostril’s. So much like me, Michelle thought, yet so new to me as well. Rhonda had taken an equal amount of time just looking at Michelle’s sweet pussy. She pulled lightly at her pubic hair and pushed and pressed her wet swollen lips around with her finger tip. Then Rhonda covered her lovers cunt with her mouth and pulled her lips into her mouth. This sent a shock wave through Michelle’s body. She closed her eyes for a second and concentrated on the feeling of this woman’s tongue and mouth as she worked her cunt from top to bottom. Now it was Michelle’s turn. With her finger’s holding Rhonda wide open, she placed her tongue into the gapping hole and tasted for the first time another woman’s sweet cunt. Rhonda’s juices, a mixture of sea water and a cream unique to her alone covered her tongue. Michelle could not get over how smooth and slick Rhonda’s bald cunt felt on her mouth. She tried to match the sucking her own cunt was receiving. Michelle’s cunt also tasted salty, and Rhonda worked her fingers feverishly into her lovers hole, stopping only to lick them clean. Soon there was only the taste of her cunt juices and that’s what Rhonda wanted. She rubbed her face all over her lovers cunt, wanting her cream to be her perfume, wanting her body to smell like her lover, she would not stop until her task was complete. Together they licked and suck, and both where getting close.

"I’m going to cum for you Michelle... Ohhhh work my clit... Mmmmm, work my clit and lay back and watch me cum..."

Michelle did as asked. She rubbed Rhonda’s clit with her thumb, applying the same pressure she enjoyed when she did herself. She could see Rhonda’s pussy muscles spasm and a few droplet of her inner nectar running down her pink tunnel. Michelle was just about to lick up these few drops of juice when Rhonda screamed out that she was cumming. Then a flood of juice splashing down her pink hole washed out of her and covered Michelle’s face. Rhonda squirted and squirted, each spasm of her cunt sent another wave of clear, sticky, honey, hot cunt juice into Michelle’s mouth. She tried to catch it all in her mouth, it tasted so wonderful, and she didn’t know if she would ever get to do this again, but there was so much, it splatter over her lips and ran down her chin, it washed into her hair, found it’s was up her nose, coated her face. Michelle held as much of the sweet liquid as she could it her mouth, she had drank the first few squirts, it tasted so good, but as Rhonda’s orgasm subsided, Michelle knew this maybe the last chance to every drink a women’s cum. Rhonda, moved her mouth from Michelle’s cunt and looked down at what Michelle was doing. She could see Michelle’s mouth held wide, trying to catch the last few drops of her cum as they ran out of her. Rhonda smiled at her lover, seeing her face glistening and covered in her honey like cream. Michelle let the last of this sweet juice trickle down her throat, then she began to lick the wall’s of Rhonda’s cunt, licking her clean.

We she had finished, they kissed and kissed, caressing and holding each other as lovers do.

It was then that Michelle knew this would not be the last time she slept with Rhonda, this was just the beginning.

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