We carried our luggage into the bungalow while Michelle went through the bungalow opening the windows against the stuffy tropical heat that had built up from being unused so long. A gentle breeze wafted through the house – rapidly cooling it off.
After Michelle was satisfied we wouldn't have any problems with the way the bungalow was equipped, she left – promising to return sometime midmorning the next day.
Julie and I pulled our bathing suits out and, after putting them on, headed out to take a swim. The water was not quite as warm as we thought – the light breeze kicking up some whitecaps. As we swam, we were amazed at all the tropical fish that just swam around and seemingly ignored us.
Julie spotted a small coral outcropping about 200 yards off shore. 'I'll race you to it," she said. Already in a full Australian crawl – stroking those long arms of hers – her long legs churning up the water. Being caught off guard – she was well on her way to the coral atoll by the time I got started. Needless to say – she beat the pants off me.
Panting, I pulled myself up on the coral alongside her and sat down. "Wait until I get you back to the bungalow," I said. "I'm going to give you a licking like you've never had before."
"Promise?" she asked.
"Yea. I brought the ping pong paddle – just for that fine ass of yours," I said.
Leaning over, she put her mouth on my ear lobe – licking and sucking on it. Julie's way of starting foreplay. I pulled her over onto my lap – holding her with one hand on her inner thigh and the other around her waist.
Spreading her thighs a little, I lightly stroked that soft skin of her thighs – working my teasing fingers toward the juncture of her thong bikini. Her hard nipples were jutting out the cones of her swimsuit bra – tenting it like little cocks. Only I knew better. My Julie was getting aroused and my stroking the outline of her pussy lips was stoking her fires.
I leaned down and kissed her – a long soul searching French kiss – deep into her mouth – our tongues dueling for control. As my finger pushed aside the material covering her pussy, one of her meaty cunt lips sprang into view. I began stroking it – flicking her hardening clit – easing my finger inside her – teasing her. Then I felt the material – we had both forgotten to remove Brenda's black thong from deep inside Julie's pussy.
That cooled things a bit. Brenda's thong would have to come out of there before we could fuck.
"Julie, let's go back to the bungalow."
"O.K. Race you."
And we took off. This time I was prepared for her. Catching her halfway to shore, I pulled hard on her legs and, when I reached her head, ducked her. By the time she came up sputtering and spitting out water, I was standing up and walking ashore. I waited there and, when she reached me, kissed her.
"Even?" I asked.
"Even," she said. "For now."
We made our way to the bungalow, stripping off our swim suits as we went. The nearest bungalow was more than a quarter mile away so, if prying eyes wanted to pry – let them.