RaStro FicS

Surf me up (6)

With the arrangements set, the two women directed their attention outwards, realizing they had been talking for a long time and didn't want to appear too obvious. Rhian felt she would shout it out from the nearby cliffs given half a chance, but knew Glaiza would need time.

A few hours later, the 'slappers' had all passed out and the remaining guys had gone home. Bianca stretched conspicuously, pretending to be tired, then with a wink in Rhian's direction, her perceptive friend left them alone.

After a very pregnant pause, where Glaiza was looking everywhere but at her, Rhian laughed then said, "come!" She grabbed Glaiza by the hand, lifting a small cooler with drinks and hoisting a rucksack on her back which she had prepared earlier, she whispered to the woman to stick close to her. "Hold my hand so you don't trip or get lost, ok?" In reality, the moon was bright enough to see by, but Rhian wanted Glaiza to touch her to get used to the sensation and to ease her into what would happen later.

Glaiza held onto her hand tightly, her breathing a little ragged around the edges. Rhian led her down to one of her favorite spots - behind a rocky outcrop which extended into the sea, there was another tiny beach which was only accessible at low tide. Only the locals knew about it. She spreads a blanket on the sand and motioned for Glaiza to sit, then offered her a drink. Glaiza took the drink gratefully and finished it in nearly one long swallow.

"Uhmmm...easy there wild cat!" Rhian said laughing. "I know you're a little nervous, but I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you again!"

Glaiza didn't laugh, just looked at her steadily as her nerves started to calm. For the first time since this morning, Rhian felt more than a little thrown. "Are you going to sit down?" Glaiza asked.

Rhian sank onto the blanket next to Glaiza, reaching out a hand to her. They lay there for a while looking at the stars, holding hands. After a long while, Glaiza suddenly broke the silence and asked, "So what exactly is your type?"

Rhian laughed, squeezing her hand and pulling her close. "You. You are SO my type. I love tall, dark short-haired, tanned women. Especially with big brown eyes. I'm a complete sucker for that look. And then you came along with your brown cat's eyes and everything else you have going for you and I think you've completely ruined me." she said, only half joking.

They moved closer to each other until their sides were touching and Rhian could feel the heat of Glaiza's skin through the thin fabric of her cotton shirt. She turned towards her and their lips were now so close she felt like she was breathing the other woman in. She moved towards Glaiza's ear and whispered, "you are so unbelievably sexy." Her lips moved against the woman's neck under her ear. She was so lost in the sensation of kissing the smooth, hot skin that she didn't even notice how ragged Glaiza's breathing had become. She nibbled on her earlobe, suckling gently, before planting a fiery trail of kisses from her lobe all the way down her jawline and making her way up the other side, avoiding her lips completely. Eventually she opened her eyes and stared at Glaiza for a moment, before lowering her lips to hers. Glaiza opened her eyes for a second before Rhian's lips touched hers, seemingly puzzled by the sudden loss of contact and Rhian found herself staring into Glaiza's eyes. What she saw there was too raw and naked to handle for too long. She felt seared and humbled.

Glaiza closed her eyes again and surrendered, letting Rhian kiss her. Rhian had been right to brag. She kissed like it was an art form. At first, she just used her lips on Glaiza's, gently kissing away her fear and trepidation, her perfect little pink lips grasped onto Glaiza's full lower lip and moulded them together. Rhian slowly worked on her lips to open, ever so slightly, and then her tongue came out to play, lightly licking along Glaiza's lip in an erotic dance, remembering how Glaiza had responded earlier today. Rhian was totally lost to sensation, but was very aware of how fast she wanted this to go and because of that she deliberately took her time, teasing and cajoling Glaiza's tongue out of her mouth, sucking it gently before letting it go. Glaiza's tongue tasted of the alcohol she had just had. To Rhian's delight, she felt Glaiza's tongue take on a life of its own, no longer a passive participant and she felt the steady thump of her arousal grow so much stronger once she realized that she was not alone in what she was feeling.