The Morning After (7 page)

Kenny dare not say anything for fear of ending the moment. Her head was bowed but he knew she could feel his eyes riveted to her pussy. She'd undone her boot lace and measured it, and she was slowly threading it again.

A tiny droplet of fluid appeared from between her folds and it oozed to fill the
slit between the reddened flesh. It was kind of milky and Kenny again wondered if her husband had fucked her when they were walking around the cove. He wondered if she was carrying a load of his semen and it was seeping from her, or perhaps it was her own lubricating fluids.

His cock was throbbing against his belly and the thought of fucking her was throbbing in his mind. It had been over a week since the last opportunity he had had for release and the load welling in his balls was heavy and causing an uncomfortable ache.

He was almost relieved when she finished tying her boot lace and stood brushing her dress down.

****

They soon arrived back at camp where Max was eating lunch. They joined him and after eating the men sat around with a few beers while Mira took a book, a bottle of wine and a beach towel over to the little rock pool.

She had come from the hut in a white bikini. Kenny watched her over her husband's shoulder and he noticed Max taking an interest as well. She had laid her towel in the sun and started applying sun-cream, and after applying it to her legs and shoulders she slipped her bikini top off.

Simon saw that Max and Kenny were continually looking over his shoulder and he turned to have a look. He was smiling when he turned back around "Do you want to take our beers over?" he asked.

"Would she mind?" Max asked in reply. He was a polite, gentlemanly type.

"She might enjoy the attention," Simon assured him.

They strolled over and Mira blushed a little as she smiled up at them. She then glanced down at her breasts and looked back up the meet, first Max's eyes, and then Kenny’s.

"Do you want some help with that?" Simon asked, motioning to the bottle of suntan-cream.

"I'll be fine thanks," Mira replied. She then squirted some cream into the palm of her hand and after rubbing it into her belly her hand smoothed up over her breasts, which were quite small. They were firm and sort of perky, with her nipples high, and right then they were hard and flicking nicely as her soft little fingers brushed over them.

The men settled around her with their beers while Mira sipped her wine. They chatted about this and that – Max was always happy to talk about birds, and apparently there were hundreds of species on the island, many of which were quite rare and difficult to find anywhere near civilization.

Kenny had claimed the spot directly in front of Mira and in addition to watching her breasts gently rise and fall upon her breath and occasionally catching her nipples jiggling when she laughed, he also enjoyed the view between her thighs.

Of course he had just seen her pussy in the flesh but he still liked the look of it cut open by the centre seam of a tiny pair of bikini pants. They were pulled up tight and her lips were split open. Her little strip of finely trimmed hair was quite prominent and he wondered if she liked the feel of the seam against her clit. It was certainly cutting deep enough to be pressing against it.

Mira went for a dip in the rock pool to cool off and when she came back the white material covering her pussy was almost completely transparent. She fussed around with her towel, getting down onto her hands and knees with her slender thighs nicely parted, her pussy opened and her pink inner-folds were revealed beneath the wet fabric.

Simon was watching the other men checking his wife out. He had the bottle of suntan-cream and when she laid down he started smoothing the oily fluid into her back. She'd settled with her thighs slightly parted and Max and Kenny still had a good view. As Simon worked the cream into the base of her back and smoothed it over her hip he leant to his wife's neck and whispered - "Do you want to take these off?"

"Here?" Mira replied softly.

"Yeah, why not? I don't think these guys will mind."

"We won't mind," Kenny said quickly.

Max was just gawking. He was speechless.

"Well okay, but you have to keep watch for those two native guys. I don't want them to see me lying here completely naked."

"I'll keep an eye out for them," Kenny offered and Mira met Kenny’s eyes while Simon worked her bikini bottoms down over her hips.

She lifted her bottom while he peeled the clingy little garment down her thighs. Kenny tilted his head to have a look around Simon's shoulder at her pussy. Her eyes followed his and after taking a moment to examine her he again met her eyes.

Her cheeks had reddened. There was something playful yet evasive in her eyes. As if she was reading his mind she very slightly shook her head, and he understood she was saying that they could look but not touch.

Kenny smiled, sort of relieved to have some ground rules, and an open invitation to enjoy the view.

Simon rubbed sun-cream into his hands and smoothed it into her thighs. Her head had lowered to her folded arms and her eyes had closed. She had her knees together and Simon kept his fingers well away from the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy.

Max and Kenny could see the delicate pink layers of tissue parting and sealing back together as Simon’s fingers worked into Mira’s thighs though. He then oiled his hands again and shuffled back to apply the cream to her calves and ankles, and in massaging them quite firmly he also worked her knees apart a little.

He had her knees about three or four inches apart, enough that her thighs no longer met, and the other men then had a view of Mira's slit. Still, her inner folds were sealed together, but they could see the soft tissue enveloping her clit and as Simon continued massaging her calves a glisten of fluid appeared and softened the texture of her pink flesh.

Mira lifted to look back at them again. She watched Max's face for a moment then Kenny felt her eyes upon him. Her husband had moved away and he was busy fixing a place in the sand to sit. She wriggled her body into the sand, settling, and in doing so she edged her knees open a little further.

Max and Kenny exchanged glances and sort of congratulated each other on their good fortune. They chatted casually, with Max delving into his fascination for birds again. Mira remained quiet. She was propped on her elbows reading and sipping wine but her breathing was measured and she was obviously aware of the constant gaze resting on the little gash between her thighs, which had started seeping an almost clear juice.

Earlier it may have been semen but this was definitely her body's own lubricating fluid, Kenny decided.

Simon seemed pretty comfortable with the situation and after a while it became easier to openly appreciate the view between his wife's legs. Kenny often looked up from staring at Mira's pussy to find him watching. There would be an agreeable light in his eyes and it would be okay to then go back to examining her.

Max left to return to his work and Simon settled back in the sand and seemed to dose off. He was still for quite a while then he rolled onto his side with his back turned and it was then that Mira got up and turned over.

She had a little stretch and then laid down on her back with her knees bent up. She wasn't taking any notice of Kenny watching her. She just had another sip of wine and picked up her book again. Her legs were far enough apart to give him a fine view though, and as she read they sort of lazily swayed, and the soft pink folds of her pussy would gently peel open to reveal their glistening inner surface and then close and seal together.

"That looks inviting," Kenny said, kind of easily.

She smiled lightly but otherwise didn't acknowledge that he'd spoken to her.

He reached out with his foot and pressed against her left shin, forcing her legs open a bit more than they had been swaying. Her right leg immediately closed against her left, but when he withdrew she settled with them parted again.

"Don't," she said, sort of playfully.

Kenny waited a few minutes, edging a bit closer, and then he started tracing around her toes. It was some form of contact at least, and she didn't object.

He watched her face and got to stroking her foot, and as he rubbed over her ankle her legs stopped swaying. They were nicely open and she stretched and sort of rolled her hips.

Kenny didn't know what he was thinking right then. It was just an instinctive action, but he rubbed up her shin to her knee and forced her leg aside again.

She immediately tried to close her legs together but he rolled between them and shouldered her other leg aside as well.

Her hand was then against his head, pushing him away, but he'd slipped his hands beneath her hips and he held her and shouldered her legs wide open. Her pussy was then only inches from his face and her inner folds had peeled open to reveal a deep, juicy gash. He could hear her voice but it was somewhere in the distance, and he could feel her fingers clutching his hair but he lowered to her pussy and cut the tip of his tongue up through it.

Her thighs were firm and they were crushing his neck and shoulder. She'd twisted to one side but he clung to her hips and started licking deep into her. She was hot and very wet. Her juices were thick and sweet and as he worked his tongue beneath the hood covering her clit he found a firm little button that seemed to cause her legs to open when he sucked over it and massaged it with his tongue.

He worked over her clit for a moment and then sunk his tongue deep inside of her again but her thighs were then crushing him once more and suddenly there was a foot against his shoulder and she managed to squirm away from him.

Kenny’s mind cleared and he sat wiping his mouth on his arm. Mira was virtually cringing. She had her arm across her breasts and her legs folded up and away from him. She was glaring at him but her husband stirred and her demeanour quickly changed.

She stood and walked to the rock pool, leaving Kenny wondering what the hell to do.

He moved back to where he had been sitting earlier and as Simon sat and yawned he met his eyes with a forced smile and a nod.

"I must have dosed off," Simon started happily.

"Just for a few minutes," Kenny lied.

Simon got up and strolled over to the laundry. There was a kerosene fridge in there, which is where they had the beers. He returned with one for himself and one for Kenny. Kenny’s heart was still pounding but he managed to act cool and have a chat with him while they watched Mira floating about in the pool.

She hadn't looked over and Kenny had no idea what to expect when she came back and dried off - still without meeting my eyes.

She seemed okay in conversation with her husband. She was smiling and talking lightly about their plans for later that afternoon. She spread her towel and sat down. Her eyes then flashed across Kenny’s and he could swear there was the hint of a smile. She then laid back and picked up her book, again with her legs bent up and that time her knees were even wider apart than before.

Kenny was sitting directly between her legs and he studied her face but she wouldn't look at him. There was just a tiny little smile and a calm confidence in her eyes that had him more confused than ever.

Simon was chatting away and Kenny was doing his best to respond but he couldn't keep his eyes off Mira's pussy.

She spent another hour sunning herself and during that time her legs remained open. Occasionally she would shift or lean over to pour some more wine, and when she did that her legs would stray wide enough that her pink inner folds would peel open to reveal what appeared to be an ever present hint of moisture.

Kenny could still taste her. Her sweet scent filled his senses and he constantly fought with the urge to ignore her husband and dive in for another frenzied taste of her nectar.

****

Wairangi
and Fiumu eventually started back to camp. Mira saw them in the distance and she pulled her bikini bottoms back on. She remained topless though and when they stopped for a chat she sat with her chest proudly forward and her shoulders back.

The guys only stayed for a few minutes though. They were hungry and asking if there was anything left over from lunch. And cooking was one of Kenny’s jobs so he went with them and organized food, then he began preparations for dinner.

Mira and Simon went to find Max. Apparently there were some species of parrot that were likely to be found feeding late in the afternoon, which he wanted to show them.

The three guys were playing cards when they returned. Max and Simon went into the hut to check out the photographs Max had taken that day. They left Mira but she kept her distance. Her clothes were still hanging on the line and she busied herself taking them down and folding them. She had on another little dress that time. It was pink and quite short. It was also sort of clingy and they could see her nipples easily enough.

The clothesline was two strands of wire between a couple of trees. One strand was fairly low, and she'd taken everything from that one. The other was a bit higher and when she reached for the first item the hem of her dress lifted and revealed those puffy little lips and that tiny strip of hair once more.

She took down a few of the items while facing the men. She didn't look over but she also didn't bother to tug her dress back down each time she lowered her arms. And for the last few items she turned and bent with straight legs to carefully place the folded clothing on top of the pile and pat it down.