Island Girls Part 2 When I woke up and threw back the blankets, the fragrance of our loving the night before wafted up to my nose. Is there a better smell in the world? Not many as far as I’m concerned. It was cool and a little damp, and we naturally slept naked, so I had to pull on my robe. I put on a pot of coffee and went back to the bedroom. Sarah was still sound asleep. I threw myself on her and wrestled her awake, tickling her in the process. She squealed and squirmed like a kid. “Vicki! Stop it!” she cried out while laughing. “Come on lazy bones,” I said, straddling her. Oh my, I could have fucked her then and there, but I had to be content just kissing her. I wanted to save all my sexual energy for what I hoped would happen later in the day. “You want coffee or a shower first?” “What about we shower together?” I laughed. “Sweetie, have you seen that shower? If my boobs were any bigger, there wouldn’t be enough room for me in there, never mind the both of us.” Sarah pouted. Like me, she was hot and bothered. God, if it weren’t for what we had planned, I would have mauled her in a second. Instead, I grabbed her hand and helped her up. We had coffee and a Danish on the deck. The day was becoming brilliantly clear, clear enough to see the lighthouse five miles out in the bay. Usually it’s too hazy or foggy to see half that far. It was turning into a great day for getting out with our new friends. Sarah showered first since she takes longer to do her hair and makeup. I’m not quite as fussy, but I did use a little more care than usual this morning. Sarah inspected me to make sure I passed muster, and she finally gave me her seal of approval. She wore her denim kaçak iddaa short shorts, the ones that drove me nuts when she twitched her gorgeous ass when wearing them. To go with the shorts, she chose a pink sweater top that molded to her delicious body. I went with a more modest pair of shorts, a lilac tank top, and I carried a hoodie pull-over just in case there was a sea breeze later. I think I looked pretty damned good for a woman on the wrong side of forty. When we were ready, I called Stephie. Her sweet, excited voice sent a shiver up my spine. She said they were ready, and we could come over any time. I told her we were on our way. I don’t mind admitting I was extremely nervous. The whole thing was so far out of my comfort zone, it astonished me I was even contemplating it. More than once I asked myself just what the hell were we thinking, trying to seduce two underage Canadian girls. Nervous or not though, I wasn’t about to back out. They were sitting together on the deck of Aunt Cindy’s cottage, waiting for us. They popped up like sexy little Jills-in-a-box. Carrie scampered excitedly down the steps, leaving Stephie and her boot to clomp down alone. Oh God, Stephie was hot, and my pussy squirmed and flushed at the sight of her. I hurried over to help her down the last couple of steps. She had on a devastating pair of light blue stretchy shorts that might as well have been painted on her hot little tushie. Her gray off the shoulder tunic hinted there wasn’t much underneath. She gave me a shy, uncertain smile. “Thanks.” Aunt Cindy came out of the cottage and pranced down the stairs. She was all in a tizzy about the girls imposing on us, insisting we were kaçak bahis there for a vacation, not to babysit and cart around two girls. Sarah laughed and reassured her we were more than happy to have the girls, and in fact we were delighted to have the company. I stepped in and said we were planning to have a small fire down on the rocks towards evening, where we could make S’mores, then go inside to watch a couple of DVDs we’d brought along. “We’d love to have the girls join us. If things run too late, we have an extra bedroom and a pull-down Murphy bed they can use. Of course we’d call you first. But really, they aren’t a bother. I remember when we first came here, we would have loved having someone to show us around. If they become pests, we know where you live,” I added with a big grin. “Well, I guess so. I am a little too busy to play tour guide. You girls behave. Have you got money to pay your own way?” “Yes Auntie, we do and we will,” Stephie sighed. We went to the North Cove end of the island, me driving and Stephie next to me. Sarah and Carrie sat in the back, giggling and whispering about something. We parked and putzed around the little gift shops. After I bought myself a nice ragg wool sweater and driver’s hat, Sarah suggested we head down to the Leeward Provincial Park. I guess it reflected the age difference between Sarah and I, but I was at least being discreet about seducing Stephie. Sarah and Carrie were making goo-goo eyes at each other like a couple of horny high schoolers. ==================== “Hey, I can’t go on the beach,” Stephie protested. “Why not?” Carrie demanded. We were standing on a dune, looking out on the vast beach. It stretched in illegal bahis a gently curving arc for nearly a mile, and with the enormous tide at its nadir, it was 300 yards from where we stood to the water’s edge. Even on a hot day like this, we were the only souls to be seen. “My boot!” Stephie cried. “I’ll get sand in it, and besides it’s not supposed to get wet.” “Steph, don’t be such a ….” Carrie started. “Wait a minute,” I said, stepping in before Carrie or Stephie said something they’d regret later. I put my hand on Stephie’s shoulder. “Steph, you and I can take a walk down the road while these guys do the beach. There’s a nice dry hiking trail that loops around the pond.” Stephie shrugged and looked intently at me. I looked back and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, I guess,” she said. That’s all it took for Carrie to bound off the dune and run after Sarah. I had to smile. Those two were in heat for each other. When we got on the macadamized access road, I carefully took Stephie’s hand in mine and we interlaced our fingers. She responded by squeezing my hand, and nudging herself against me. “Carrie and Sarah seem to like each other…a lot,” Stephie said, looking down at the ground. “They sure do seem to have hit it off,” I said with a chuckle. “Doesn’t it bother you? I mean, last night, Carrie was, like, ‘Oh Sarah is so hot’.” I laughed and squeezed her hand. “I’m not worried. Sarah isn’t going to stop loving me, and I’m not going to stop loving her. Are you and Carrie… girlfriends?” Stephie shrugged. “I guess so. We, like, date boys and stuff, but only because we’re expected to. I’d just as soon hang out with her all the time – ‘cept when she gets like she is today, all mean and selfish. I can’t help this damned boot!” “I’m sure she doesn’t mean anything by it. People sometimes do strange things when they’re with someone new and exciting.” She gave me a shy look.