Part One – Emma

Breakups are never fun. Mine was especially bad. I thought my boyfriend was kind and loving, but when stress hit our relationship, I discovered that he was a fraud, and not the man for me, so I dumped him.

My trip to Hawaii was designed to get my mind and body as far away from home and him as possible. I needed to clear my head and leave the past behind. I figured a tropical paradise just might do the trick.

Summer is usually hot, brown and dry where I come from. Where I landed was anything but. They call the island of Kauai “The Garden Isle” because it’s so green. I noticed it as our plane flew near the island – green covered everything except the black lava rock cliffs at the ocean’s edge.

The air felt warm and humid when I walked out to baggage claim. Palm trees swayed in the wind and random chickens shared the sidewalk on the way to my rental car. It was cute, these mama hens leading their chicks through the people and their baggage.

I saw more green as I drove to the sunny southside of the island. Green ferns grew up the trees and the signposts – totally obscuring some of them.

I got settled at the Grand Hyatt. “Grand” is a good word to describe the place. There were huge, vaulted ceilings, bamboo fans turning slowly over open-air seating in the foyer, and an exquisite view of the blue Pacific Ocean. My room was equally as sumptuous, with a small living room and two bedrooms, decorated with koa wood and Hawaiian themed tapestries on the walls.

Surely the tropical climate and ocean view from my bed would be enough to bring me out of my doldrums.

I ventured out of my room after a nap and wandered around, ending up at this outdoor bar next to a water feature surrounded by black lava rock and filled with orchids and other Kauai greenery.

A woman sat next to me, faced the bar and ordered a Hawaiian Mimosa with pineapple juice.

“Do you like yours?” she asked, nodding toward the half-finished drink in my hand.

“Huh?” I said, “Oh, sorry. Yeah, the mimosas are wonderful.”

I turned around to face her and was blown away. Long dark hair framing a fine-featured face, tanned skin and a tropical sundress that showed off her large breasts. Her stomach was flat, and her legs looked athletic. Quite the stunning package.

“Emma,” she said, holding out her hand.

I looked up from staring at her chest. “Oh, right. Hi, Emma, I’m Jen,” I said, taking her hand, which felt warm and velvety soft. “I love your, um, dress,” I said, trying to excuse my staring at her cleavage.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” she said, looking down and fluffing the hem, which gave me a glimpse of pink panties. “I got it just down the street at this great store. You should go there. They’ve got loads of dresses and swimming suits that’d fit you – we seem to be nearly the same size.”

It was true. My blonde hair contrasted with her dark locks, but other than that we had similar bust and dress sizes.

“Thanks for the tip,” I said. “I need a new suit anyway.”

Emma ordered a pineapple mimosa to match my drink.

“I know this might seem crazy,” Emma said, “but I was about to go down there and shop again. You could come with. Unless you were waiting for someone here?”

“Not at all,” I said, sighing. “In paradise alone. Post breakup, you see.”

“Ah,” Emma said. “Me too. I guess we’re on a time out in our relationship. Here’s to going it alone!”

The server brought her drink, and she raised her glass.

“To a couple of hot girls going solo!” she said.

The mall Emma drove us to was filled with surf shops, fancy restaurants and clothing stores – lots of them.

“So, bad breakup?” Emma asked as we worked our way through the store racks.

“Pretty much,” I said. “My boyfriend wasn’t really who I thought he was.”

“That’s so sad,” Emma said, picking out a darling bikini and holding it against her body. “I’m sorry. My husband wanted to, um, well let’s just say he wanted to expand our romantic relationship to include other women. I was not at all ready for that and sort of stormed out.”

“Is he a bad guy too?” I asked. “Your husband, I mean?”

“No, not at all,” Emma said, pulling a suit off the rack and holding it up to me. “Here, this one will look great on you!”

“So, not an asshole like my ex!” I said, taking the suit.

“He’s actually a pretty wonderful guy. You’d like him. I miss him, but just can’t wrap my arms around what he’s about right now.”

I stepped into a dressing room and tried on the suit. It fit perfectly.

“It looks amazing on you!” Emma said as I stepped out. “Not everyone could carry that off, but you’ve got a great body, if I may say so, and you are rockin’ that thing!”

We both laughed.

I felt strangely comfortable with Emma. She had such an easy going way about her, plus being gorgeous. I hadn’t been with a woman since before my ex and didn’t think I was in any mood for intimacy, but I found myself being attracted to Emma sexually. I had no idea if the feeling was mutual at merter escort all.

After shopping, we decided to spend the afternoon at the beach together. The beach was crowded, and I could see why. Clear skies, crystal blue water, with palm trees swaying in the trade winds.

“Over here,” Emma called, carrying a beach chair, cool bag and umbrella. “Looks like an open spot!”

I was trying hard not to stare at Emma. Her suit showed off her awesome body. The top barely covered her areola, and the bottoms were two small rectangles with strings tying them together. Plenty of guys, and girls, checked her out as we found our spot.

My suit covered a little more, and I was kind of hoping Emma was noticing me too.

“You seem in awfully good spirits for someone who’s on the outs with her husband,” I said.

“It’s the good company,” Emma said, smiling at me.

“For me too,” I said. “I didn’t expect to meet someone as fun and, well, good looking as you.”

“You think I’m good looking?” Emma said, smiling.

“Is that weird for me to say?”

“Not at all,” Emma said. “I’m just teasing. If I’m being honest, I am actually a bit attracted to you.”

“You are?” I said.

“Uh huh,” Emma said.

She lightly stroked my arm, which sent chills up and down my body.

“Can’t a couple of newly single girls have a little fun?” she said.

My mind was racing. Was this beauty attracted enough to sleep with me? Maybe she was just having a good time and feeling free for the first time in a long time.

“Hey, Jen,” Emma said, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Hmm?” I said.

“There’s a great restaurant at our hotel. Want to get dinner together?”

“I’d love it!” I said.

We spent the rest of the afternoon bobbing in the waves and keeping cool under our umbrella.

As I showered before dinner, I thought about Emma. Would this evening turn into more than just a meal? Was I ready for something more?

We walked into the restaurant at the same time. Emma wore a white dress, very short, and very shimmery. Her breasts bobbed slightly as she walked.

“You dress is fantastic!” I said as we sat at our table overlooking the surf.

“Got it at that same store we were at today!” she said.

We ordered a bottle of wine and sipped while waiting for our main course.

“I’m having so much fun with you, Jen,” Emma said as we finished our second glass of wine and feasted on Ahi served over rice.

“Me too!” I said, brightly.

Emma’s fingers touched my hand. I felt tingles.

“You’ve really made me stop thinking about my husband,” she said, “and start thinking about you … sexually.”

I looked at her hand, then up at her smiling face.

“That’s funny,” I said, smiling, “you’ve done a great job at getting my mind off my breakup too and onto other possibilities … sexual ones.”

“Hmm,” Emma said, her fingers moving up my arm just slightly and stoking it.

“I don’t know if it’s the wine talking here or what, but I’m really tempted to invite you up to my room for dessert.”

“What are you serving?” I said, coyly.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Me!”

I smiled again and felt a dampness in my crotch.

I whispered back, “Only if I can offer myself as the second course!”

Our fingers intertwined and she traced her index finger down my palm.

“To dessert!” Emma said, raising her glass with the other hand.

I lifted mine, and we clinked glasses. “To dessert!”

I couldn’t wait to settle our checks. When Emma stood, I noticed her dress ride up and reveal the front of her panties, with a little dark spot forming on them.

She held my arm as we walked down the hallway to her room. “You’ve been with a woman before, yes?” she asked.

“It’s been quite a while,” I answered. “Since my ex and I got together. But yes. I love making love to a woman. It’s so soft and sensuous and sliding bodies across each other. It gives me tingles just thinking about being with you.”

“It’s been a long time for me too,” Emma said as we arrived at her door. “But since we’ve been flirting, I’ve found myself getting very aroused.”

The door lock beeped, and Emma opened it. We stepped into a magnificent suite, complete with a living room, deck looking out on the ocean and, of course, the bedroom.

As the door closed behind us, Emma came up to me and brushed my cheek with the back of her hand. “You’re so beautiful, Jen.”

“And I think you’re gorgeous!” I said, caressing her shoulder.

I kissed her cheek lightly. She smelled of something tropical. Mango maybe? She turned her head slightly and our lips met. The brush of her lips sent chills all over me. She backed away slightly and looked in my eyes.

I turned my head to the side, and we kissed again. This time it was more purposeful. I tasted the wine we’d shared on her lips. I felt her hands on my arms, running down and caressing my waist.

“Mm!” I said. “Your lips are so soft. Not like a man’s.”

“My tongue’s not like a man’s şirinevler escort either,” Emma said and leaned back in.

I felt her tongue push against my lips. I opened and she entered my mouth. The dampness in my pussy increased and I went a little weak.

I had not anticipated meeting a friend and her becoming a lover, but I was getting into it fast. Her tongue swirled around mine, over my teeth, and lips. She sucked in on my tongue and pulled on it slightly. It felt amazing!

I put my hand on her hips and squeezed her butt cheeks. She moaned in response.

Breaking off, she kissed and licked my neck.

“Ah!” I moaned. “Mm!”

I wasn’t long before our wandering hands found our breasts. When her fingers first touched my nipples, I felt a jolt of pleasure and knew my tits were getting hard. Her breasts felt so firm to my touch and her tits already erect.

“Your nipples are so hard,” I said, taking them between my thumb and index finger.

“Squeeze them!” she said. “Oh! Oh my! I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time!”

Emma used her fingers to squeeze my nipples, and I took in a quick breath of air. She pressed her palms and compressed my breasts, adding to the pleasure.

We returned to kissing and tonguing each other, this time even more earnestly. Her hands found my hips and pulled me in close to her, grinding herself against me, which sent pleasure between my legs.

Emma broke off and pulled back, holding me by my arms.

“I want to see more of you, Jen!”

I turned my back and let her unzip my blue dress, which fell to the ground. I turned back around, wearing only a powder blue plunge bra and a matching thong.

“Wow!” Emma said, looking me up and down. “You look amazing!”

“Thank you!” I said, not totally confident in how this woman would react to seeing me in my underwear.

“But now you have too many clothes on.”

It was Emma’s turn to let me unzip her shimmery white dress. As it fell to the ground, she turned back. She was wearing a white bra that allowed her areola to show through, and matching white panties, a dark stain on the front.

“I’m wet,” she said, looking down.

“I love it! So am I!” I said, looking down at a darkening circle on my thong.

We kissed again. My hands went behind and cupped her ass cheeks. I touched the satiny fabric of her panties. I slipped my fingers down the waistband and ran my fingers along her smooth hips. She pushed into me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

I felt her hands go to my back and undo the clasp of my bra. I broke off and let her take the bra off my chest. As her fingers pulled the straps over my arms, they traced across the sides of my breasts, sending tingles all over me.

“Mm!” I moaned.

Emma reached behind and undid her bra. As it fell to the floor I saw her breasts for the first time. They were two, full, beautiful round globes with dark areola sitting right in the center and erect nipples that stood straight out from her chest.

“Touch me, Jen,” she said, taking my hands and putting them on her breasts.

“I haven’t touched a woman’s breasts in a long time,” I said. “I’ve missed it.”

I caressed her breasts and touched her nipples. She took in a breath.

“Oh!” she said softly. “They like to be squeezed.”

I pinched her nipples between my index finger and thumb. She raised her chest towards me and took in another breath.

She kissed me and tongued me as I worked her beautiful globes, pressing, squeezing, tweaking.

When we broke off, she touched my tits and flicked her fingers across them, sending even more pleasure into my pussy.

“I want to taste you,” she said, leaning over.

As her tongue and mouth touched one of my nipples I gasped with pleasure. She licked around it and took the nipple into her mouth, sucking on it and pulling back.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned.

She switched breasts, squeezing one nipple with her fingers while sucking on the other. I watched her mouth work wonders and felt my inhibitions drain away, replaced with desire.

I reached over and drew my fingers up her slit. I felt the wetness come through her panties and she moved her hips forward at my touch.

“Mm!” she moaned; her mouth firmly attached to one of my nipples.

I kept moving up and down, pressing in and getting my fingers wet. I decided to be bold and put my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I slid past a bald mound, slick with moisture, and then my index finger slipped between her labia, enveloping my finger in her juice and getting me even more aroused.

“Oh!” Emma said, coming off my nipple. “Oh! Oh, Jen, you’re touching my pussy. Oh, fuck!”

Her hips really started moving back and forth. My finger found her clit and she nearly jumped when I ran my index finger across it. Moving further down, I put my palm on her mound, and my finger in her opening.

“Oh shit!” Emma moaned as I easily glided into her dripping hole.

I moved my finger in and out, in an out. topkapı escort Her hips moved back and forth, back and forth. She moaned and started breathing heavily.

“Can I take your panties off now?” I asked.

“Oh, please, Jen. Please!”

I removed my hands from her pussy, knelt and used both hands to pull her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

I was only inches from her slick mound. I leaned in and kissed it gently, sending shock waves through Emma’s body. I kissed lower, pressing my lips against her wet ones, flicking out my tongue to taste her womanhood. It was salty and tangy!

“I love how you taste, Emma,” I said as I stood and came in for a kiss, sending my tongue, filled with Emma’s juice, into her mouth.

She grabbed my thong by the waist band as we kissed. Breaking off, she knelt and pulled it down to the ground. As I stepped out, I watched her lips and tongue touch my labia. When her tongue connected with my lips, I felt a gush of moisture and a flush of pleasure rush through me.

“It’s time to get in bed, don’t you think?” I said, pulling Emma up.

We kissed again and his time I tasted my own juice on her tongue, mixed with hers. What a combination!

We stepped into her bedroom which was lit by soft recessed lights in the ceiling. We climbed on the bed and laid down, facing each other.

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Emma said, stroking my face and bushing hair out of the way.

“We already are!” I said.

I kissed her lips and her cheeks and kissed and licked her neck. Emma started moaning softly. I stuck my tongue into her ear, and she moaned louder. Moving down, I rolled her on her back and suckled her nipples while she held my head to her chest.

My hand ventured down to her pussy. She opened her legs, and my fingers slipped back into her wet love valley. I fingered her and her stomach and hips began moving up and down in a wave-like motion.

Juice was getting all over my finger and dripping off onto the sheets. Emma had her eyes closed and her head tilted back. The sound of her moaning getting louder.

I kissed down her stomach and her mound. I then climbed over and pushed her legs open, lifting them the air and wide apart.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned.

Between each moan she would let out a breath, “Ha, oh, ha, oh.”

I smelled her fragrance more strongly as I moved towards her red and swollen labia. I pulled her lips apart and could see her erect clit, protruding from its hood.

I touched the end of my tongue to it and Emma gasped, “Oh!”

I took it in my mouth and sucked on it.

“Ha”

I licked up her slit from her vagina to her clit.

“Oh!”

I flicked my tongue back and forth on her pussy.

“Ha!”

I sucked in on her lips.

“Oh!”

I made my tongue hard like a cock and stuck it in and out of her.

“Oh, ha, oh, ha, OH!”

Emma grabbed my head and pulled my mouth closer to her pussy. I fucked her with my tongue and suddenly felt her hips gyrating up and down.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Her back arched up in the air. She held a breath and when she let it out, she cried out in joy, her hips bucking up and down.

I felt juice squirt from her pussy into my mouth.

She came for what seemed like a solid minute, her legs shaking, her hips spasming up and down, her whimpered cries filling the room.

Eventually her orgasm slowed. She pulled up on my head and I climbed on top of her. We kissed as I’ve never kissed a woman before. She was passionate, grateful, and full of joy.

“I, uh,” Emma said, out of breath. “You made me, um, cum so hard!”

“I’m so glad!” I said, kissing her lips gently.

“Now I want to make you cum, Jen!” she said, pushing me on my back.

Emma kissed me and swirled her tongue around mine. Her hand went to my breasts and squeezed my nipples. I was already very aroused. Her tongue and fingers made me more so.

She moved down to suck on my tits and her hand found my pussy. I was so wet; I knew I had already filled up my labia to overflowing. Emma pushed into my pussy lips and ran her finger across my clit.

“Mm!” I groaned.

She used her index finger to lightly go back and forth on my clit. It sent pleasure chills through me. She kissed her way down my stomach.

“Lick me!” I begged, urging her to go lower.

She leaned over my thighs and kissed my hairless mound, then down to my pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned as her tongue found me.

My hips started moving up and down on their own. Each lick sent more pleasure through my body. I was surrendering to her tongue and her lips and her mouth.

She moved between my legs.

“I’m so looking forward to this!” Emma said, smiling up from my crotch.

I felt her mouth close in on my pussy, sucking my clit, fucking my vagina. My head started feeling buzzy and I had this pressure in my tummy and felt kind of like I had to pee.

“Oh!” I cried as her tongue entered me. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” I moaned.

I closed my eyes and gave into the pleasure Emma was bringing me. My pussy ached for her tongue.

When she reached up with her hands and squeezed my nipples, I couldn’t wait any longer.

“AHHHHHHH!” I cried as a sudden burst of pleasure erupted in my pussy and rocketed throughout my body.