Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 2 - Day 2 (Afternoon)

The smell of coffee and the ocean woke her. Rarity stretched with a soft groan and blinked to clear her eyes of sleep. She could hear gulls crying in the distance, and the soft sound of waves breaking on sand. It was a calming sound; one that she found brought a smile to her face. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Octavia smiled down at Rarity, clad in nothing but a sports bra and panties. She stood at the edge of the bed, towering over Rarity, still level with the floor. Rarity herself wore only panties and a tank top, and she smiled up at the goddess-like woman standing above her.

“Good morning yourself.” Rarity groaned, stretching languorously. Octavia stepped onto the bed, lifting one foot until she straddled Rarity, towering above her like a womanly statue of beauty. Rarity let her eyes slide over Octavia’s curvaceous form inch by inch, following the curve of her hips up to her face even as she lay sprawled out on the bed beneath her.

“Sleep well?”

“I wouldn’t call what I did ‘sleeping;’ more like I took a coma for eight hours.”

“Haha.” Octavia’s light-hearted laugh made Rarity smile even wider. Slowly, Octavia lowered herself to her knees, and leaned forward. Her straight, raven-black hair shrouded Rarity in a warm embrace. Their lips met softly. Rarity lifted her hands into the magnificent shroud of black hair, tangling her fingers through the long strands and kissing Octavia until she couldn’t breathe properly. Panting softly, she let her wife go, but still held her close. Octavia’s hands slid along the sheets until they found Rarity’s shoulders. There, they grasped her pale flesh tenderly, lifting Rarity into another gentle, passionate kiss.

A heat began to build inside Rarity’s core, and built to a head faster than she could ever have hoped. She would have gladly let Octavia take her then and there, but there was a different sort of pressure inside of her, and she whimpered gently into Octavia’s lips.

“Bathroom?” Octavia whispered, her lips still brushing Rarity’s.

“Sadly.”

“Hmm. Go. Coffee’s almost ready anyways.” Octavia gracefully rolled off of Rarity and the bed in one smooth motion, coming to her feet and striding away into the kitchen purposefully. Rarity was loathe to leave the embrace of the cool, welcoming sheets, but mother nature was calling. She went to handle her business and washed up thoroughly before entering the kitchen. Octavia leaned against the counter with a steaming mug of coffee, and another one sat on the breakfast bar, waiting for Rarity. Two sugar, two cream, just the way she liked it. “Good morning.” Octavia beamed over the rim of her cup as Rarity took the first sip of her own.

“Good morning again.” Rarity teased, blowing on the hot coffee to help cool it. Octavia had raised the roll-up portions of the wall, exposing the kitchen and dining room to the ocean. Rarity could see and hear the waves, and the sun looked bright as it sparkled on the white sand brilliantly. She realized why this place was called Diamond Beach. The sand was so white and pure; it looked almost like diamonds glittering in the sun. She could hardly wait to frolic and play in the surf. But there were more pressing matters at hand. Like the aftermath of their heated good-morning kiss. And coffee. But the kiss was more important.

“So I read through the folder. It’s honestly just a bunch of welcome stuff, but some of it is kind of useful.” Octavia produced the PDA from her sports bra, holding it between them.

“How does it work?” Rarity asked, still sipping coffee.

“There’s a stylus, here.” Octavia set her half-empty mug aside and pulled the slender device from a slot behind the PDA. “You use it to tap or write on the screen. It’s pretty self-explanatory. We just have to make sure to charge it each day when we’re done. It says we can do pretty much anything with it…” Octavia proceeded to tap the illuminated icons on the screen. Rarity was amazed to see the technology as Octavia scrolled through menu options. “We can order food, fill our fridge, request transportation, play music, request drinks, set up a masseuse appointment, or even book other services. See, they have a beach-side dining set.” Octavia pulled one of the options up. “Apparently we have a package deal. Look.” She tapped on it again. The screen changed, and a whole set of numbers and words came up. “We can use this dinner service three times during our stay.” She tapped the return arrow twice and began scrolling again. “Oh wow. We also have a $2000 credit to the casino down the street.”

“No way.” Rarity looked more intently at the screen. “They’re letting us gamble for free?”

“For the first two thousand, yes. Jeez, they’re giving us everything. Movie tickets, theatre shows, free cover to the night clubs…” Octavia’s tone was a little flat, but Rarity didn’t miss the slight bit of inflection on the topic of night clubs. Her wife just might be willing to go dancing after all.

“I’m starved. We should order some food.” Rarity suggested.

“And shower.” Octavia grinned at her suggestively.

“And shower, yes. I still have to unpack.”

“Well, why don’t you go get started on that, and I’ll order us breakfast?” Octavia waved Rarity off with the stylus. Rarity downed the last of her coffee and went to go unpack their luggage. After everything had been hung up on the closet’s racks or tucked into the drawers of the wall-borne dresser, she carried all of their toiletries into the restroom. The whole room was decked in white tile, but a small window let the fresh ocean air in as she set everything in its proper place. Octavia slipped in behind her just as she finished.

“I ordered a ‘basic package’ to get us started. It’s mostly cereal, oatmeal, sandwich materials, and pasta for dinner. That, and they’re bringing room service for breakfast. They’ll be here in about a half an hour.”

“Half an hour.” Rarity frowned. She was looking forward to enjoying a long shower, complete with her wife’s company, but she didn’t want to be caught red-handed by the service staff.

“Relax, love.” Octavia draped her arms over Rarity’s shoulders. “You’ll get me in that wonderful bed yet. We have all week.”

“Not nearly long enough.” Rarity groaned as she slid her hands around Octavia’s waist. Her fingernails gently dug in as she pulled Octavia’s hips tight against hers. The cellist gasped softly into her ear, further evoking Rarity’s arousal.

“E-easy, darling.” Octavia whimpered. Rarity could tell Octavia was grappling with the same debilitating arousal she was. “Let’s not get too carried away. I haven’t eaten since the train.”

“Aww.” Rarity groaned. “You’re right.” She didn’t want to admit, but getting too carried away at that moment would likely lead to more harm than good. “But I can still shave your legs, can’t I?”

“Only if I can shave yours.” Octavia grinned and kissed Rarity’s cheek before stepping away so they could strip. The shower was hot and refreshing, and they took a little while with one another to freshen up and scrub away the travel stress. They emerged twenty minutes later, both shaved and blushing. Rarity had found it incredibly difficult to avoid taking her pleasure from Octavia, and had managed only just barely. Octavia herself had struggled, of that there was no doubt. When she had shaved Rarity’s legs, the poor woman had almost hyperventilated, the way she was panting so hard… Rarity almost grabbed her hair and forced her mouth against her crotch, but resisted… Barely.

After toweling off and slipping into loose-fitting matching white slacks and blouses, they went to share another cup of coffee while waiting on the food delivery. They were not left waiting for long. The sounds of a cart greeted their ears, but before Rarity could go to the door to greet them, the cart swung into sight around the side of the bungalow, just outside of the rolled-up walls.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” Jason, the same young man who had driven Rarity and Octavia from the front desk to their new home for the week, slipped off of the cart alongside two women. “You look like you slept well. Last I saw you, Miss Octavia, you were drooling on Miss Rarity’s shoulder.” Octavia blushed at that, but Rarity laughed and went to greet them. Jason lifted a hand to stop her. “Aah. Just have a seat at the dinner table, Miss Rarity. The lovely ladies and I will be preparing your lunch this afternoon.”

“Lunch?” Rarity arched an eyebrow. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost one in the afternoon. Now go. Sit.” Jason smiled and gently shooed Rarity away.

“Have we really been asleep that long?” Rarity looked to Octavia, who pulled the PDA out and nodded with a slight frown.

“We got in really late, remember?”

“I guess so. Wow.” Rarity took her seat while Jason and the two ladies from the cart began unloading food into the fridge and cabinets. Afterwards, they began preparing a meal for them, and the smells were making Rarity’s mouth water. They started with a light salad, which Rarity all but devoured. Octavia showed the same exuberance, while Jason chatted amicably with all four of them. Rarity learned that the two women were named Michelle and Janet, and they would be the two chefs in charge of cooking Rarity and Octavia’s lunches and dinners for the week. Another woman, named Brittanie, would be making their breakfast or any late-night snacks they wanted. Jason, who worked from noon to midnight, would coordinate anything else they wanted, be it massages, transportation to casinos or clubs in town, or even jet ski and boat rentals. He was also a tour guide, and could take them anywhere along the beach they wanted to go. As lunch cooked, he told Rarity and Octavia about all the things Diamond Beach had to offer.

There were grottos and rivers further to the North along the beach, while to the South were a famous boardwalk with luxury restaurants, an arcade, and even a fishing tour. There were nine casinos on Diamond Beach, and three of them would credit the resort’s two-thousand-dollar bonus. He went on until the food was served, when he and the two chefs excused themselves to let Rarity and Octavia eat in peace. The soup they had made was tangy and delicious, and went well with the soft bread rolls they had brought along. Rarity ate her fill before slowing to chat with Octavia about their plans.

“I dunno. Tonight, I think we should just stay here. Settle in, you know?” Octavia brushed crumbs from her hands into her empty soup bowl before leaning back against her chair with a glass of water.

“Agreed.” Rarity nodded. “We could go swimming.” She looked across the short expanse of sand towards the crashing waves, eager to go for a dip in the surf. It had been ages since she had worn a swimming suit or even really been out in the sun. She was thankful she remembered to pack heavy-duty sunscreen. Another blush rose to her cheeks as she imagined Octavia rubbing her down.

“That sounds like a plan.” Octavia agreed. “What about tomorrow?”

“I… Kind of wanted to go dancing.” Rarity admitted with a blush. Octavia looked at her for a few moments.

“What, like, in a club?”

“Yeah…” Rarity’s blush intensified.

“Wow.”

“I know.” She pouted at her wife, even as Octavia chuckled and reached out to take her hand.

“I never figured you for the type.”

“We met in a club, remember?” Rarity remembered that man’s hands all over her. She imagined Octavia’s instead, touching her every which way. Her blush intensified even more.

“I couldn’t forget if I tried. Let’s do it.” Octavia grinned and leaned forward. “We’ll dance the night away, my love.” They shared a gentle kiss before finishing off the last of their lunch. Jason returned to clean their dishes.

“Anything else I can get you, ladies?” He asked with a warm smile.

“I don’t think so.” Rarity shook her head. “Not just yet, anyways.”

“If you tell me now, I can have dinner prepared and served anytime you’d like.”

“Ooh.” Octavia pulled the PDA towards her from across the dinner table. “I saw this earlier. The seaside Bar-B-Que. It’s been recommended as an early get for long-time visitors.”

“Excellent choice!” Jason clapped his hands and smiled at them. “What we do is bring in a grill and make your choice of five dishes, while the resort’s own mixmaster makes your drinks right in front of you! Anything that’s leftover is packed and sealed by our own magi, so you can take it with you for a picnic lunch during the rest of your stay.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“Yes.”

“Heavens yes. Please.” Rarity and Octavia answered simultaneously. The lunch had been nothing short of fantastic, and Rarity’s taste buds were still dancing with the aftertaste of the incredible soup. These chefs clearly knew what they were doing. To have a whole meal prepared right before her eyes was going to be nothing short of amazing.

“Fantastic. I’ll get the gears turning on that. It’s almost two-o-clock now, so would seven thirty be a good time for you two?”

“Perfect.” Rarity nodded to Octavia, who affirmed their plans with a warm smile.

“Seven thirty it is. We’ll leave you two be for a while. Was there anything else?”

“Nothing, thank you Jason. Wow.” Rarity shook her head with disbelief and smiled at Octavia. “This is incredible.”

“My pleasure, ladies.” Jason smiled and bowed his way out, and as the cart pulled away from the bungalow, they were left with nothing but the sound of the waves.

“This is too good to be true.” Rarity shook her head with amazement. This place was unbelievable. The PDA was new and exciting technology she hadn’t seen before, the service was top-notch, and the location was breathtaking. She was beginning to think one week wasn’t enough to spend here. They might just have to spring and pay for another week after this one. Or a month. Or forever.

“I’ve only been here once before.” Octavia said warmly, still holding Rarity’s hand. “It was a different resort, though, and the entire orchestra was here too. It was a completely different experience. I had to share a hotel room with two other players, and the service wasn’t nearly this excellent. This is almost like… Like a whole different world.” Octavia shook her head. Rarity watched her black hair cascade down her shoulders. She was suddenly aware of the weight of her ring on her finger, and the closeness to Octavia. She let the silence go on for just a little while longer before standing up.

“Come on.” She said softly, squeezing Octavia’s hand. “I have something for you.”

Rarity left Octavia standing at the edge of the bed while she slipped into the walk-in closet. In the top drawer were the swimsuits Rarity had packed them. Each one was custom-made for either of them. She grinned helplessly as she pulled out the first two bikinis. The look on Octavia’s face was priceless when she emerged from the closet.

“Oh no way.” She raised her hands. “There’s no way I can fit into that.”

“Oh trust me, love.” Rarity grinned, holding up the swimsuit. “You can and will.”

“Rarity, no, I can’t.” Octavia began to back away. Rarity grinned and positioned herself with the bed on the other side of Octavia. Her wife made the connection then, glancing over her shoulder. “Rarity, no- aah!”

“Hah!” Rarity pounced, driving Octavia onto the bed. They both tumbled backwards onto the soft mattress, landing with a painfully audible ‘oomph.’ Rarity straddled Octavia’s waist, brandishing the bikini like a weapon. Octavia struggled, but Rarity’s hands glowed, pinning her wrists to the bed.

“Rarityyyyy…” Octavia pleaded, squirming beneath her. “What if someone sees usssss…”

“Shush now. There have been worse pictures than you wearing this. Now sit still. So help me, if you make me break this…”

“Rarity… Stop…” Octavia’s pleas were hopeless. She squirmed and pouted, but Rarity stripped her blouse and bra off, working the clasp on the bikini’s top with a devious grin on her face. Rarity had never designed swimwear before, but as soon as she learned Octavia’s hotel boasted an indoor swimming pool, she had been determined to see her at-the-time girlfriend in swimwear at least once. She had never imagined she would be seeing Octavia in this getup at the beach. Rarity was confident in her ability. The bikini she was forcing onto Octavia at that moment was not only revealing and form-fitting, but swim-worthy, as well. It wouldn’t slip or break even under the most intense stress. A splash in the surf wouldn’t lead to any uncomfortable exposure or binding. It was supportive, so even running out into the surf wouldn’t hurt. Octavia stopped struggling as soon as she felt the waterproof fabric press into her exposed breasts.

“Rarity.” She said quietly. “How much did you research swimwear?”

“A lot. Ever since you told me your apartments had a pool.”

“That was almost four months ago…”

“And I finished this piece the week before we went to the spa. Trust me, darling, I’ve got an entire repertoire for us. The other two aren’t quite as… Revealing… As this one.” Rarity pulled Octavia up and fastened the clasp, cinching the fabric around her wife’s chest. Octavia stopped fighting it, and instead began to move her arms and breathe heavily, testing the fit of the fabric. Judging by her expression, she was comfortable in the top.

“You never cease to amaze me. It’s almost like I’m just wearing a sports bra. This is safe to swim in? It’s so tiny…”

“If it were a boat, it would be the Titanic.” Rarity grinned and slid off of Octavia. “I wouldn’t ask you to wear anything that made you uncomfortable where anyone might see you. Trust me, my love. It’s revealing, but it’s safe. You won’t be flashing any non-existent paparazzi today.” The fabric was amber-colored, and appeared to be just about as flimsy as any super-model’s bikini-edition photo shoot. The large-ish triangles of amber fabric were connected by a thin strip of nylon-laced fabric reinforced with titanium-enchanted thread and steel rings. They were even enchanted to repel water, making them dry faster and not cling to the skin after being soaked. But they still gripped Octavia’s breasts, almost as passionately as Rarity herself had been wont to do. Another reinforced nylon-and-titanium string wound underneath Octavia’s arms to clasp in the middle of her back, while a simple loop went up and around her neck, linking together at the tops of the two triangles of amber fabric. Octavia’s breasts were as well-supported as if she were wearing the same sports bra she had been that morning, but about four times as revealed.

“Now take your pants off.” Rarity hovered the bikini bottom towards them, smiling down at Octavia deviously.

“Yes ma’am.” Octavia grinned up at her knowingly, lifting her hips into the air so she could pull the white pants down her ample legs.

“Oh come on now.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “You know you can’t wear panties when you go swimming.”

“You’re going to have to take them off for me.” Octavia teased, lifting her leg high enough to push Rarity up a little. Rarity’s grin widened as she dropped her hips, squishing Octavia back down into the bed with her weight.

“You’re helpless, you know that, right?”

“Only around you, love.”

“Hmm.” Rarity leaned forward to give Octavia a quick, passionate kiss before swinging her leg out and crouching beside the prone cellist. Octavia’s endowment had the nasty habit of swallowing the hems of her panties, so it took a little bit of effort to peel her undergarments off. But Rarity had had four months of practice by now, and before long, her nail hooked the waistline of Octavia’s black negligee. As she peeled them off, Octavia’s womanhood was bared to the cool sea air, looking smooth and pale and soft. Rarity had to try her absolute hardest to avoid sliding her fingers between Octavia’s thick thighs to play with her. Instead, she leaned far over, pulling Octavia’s panties down past her feet to be forgotten in the folds of the sheets. Then, with glowing hands, she pulled the bikini bottoms up Octavia’s legs.

“Oh wow.” Octavia breathed. Rarity shot her a teasing grin. The fabric of the bottoms was markedly different from that of her top. While the top had been fashioned to be supportive and form-fitting, the bottoms were doubly so. Woven of nylon, polyester, and specialized waterproof linen, they slid up Octavia’s legs as easily as if she were lathered with sexual lubricant. As Rarity snugged them around her wife’s hips, Octavia slowly stood up. Clad in nothing but the amber-colored bikini and her hair, Octavia was alluring to say the least. The bottom was best-described as a thong, and cleaved Octavia’s cheeks in two. The thick triangle of fabric at the front spread wide to cover her entire pubis, but slimmed down to a simple string around her hips, tapering off to a T-intersection just above her behind. There, the rest of the crotch of her bikini disappeared between her thick, jiggly buttocks.

“By the heavens.” Rarity breathed, her keen eyes sliding over Octavia’s form in its entirety. She watched as Octavia began to stretch, spreading and closing her legs in several different positions. The fabric didn’t snag or bind on her skin, but instead flowed with it and molded with it, hugging her more intimately than any pair of lingerie could ever hope to. Rarity would know, she had designed all of Octavia’s underwear shortly after their engagement. As Octavia leaned forward, Rarity could see the soft mound of her womanhood defined against the sheer fabric. Unless she was mistaken, there was a darker spot right where her vagina would open up.

“Haah…” Octavia breathed. Rarity realized that her wife had been watching her, and was actually just putting on a show. It was working. Rarity was wetter than an April rainstorm. And from the look of things, Octavia was aroused herself.

“C-come on.” Rarity whimpered, slowly pushing herself to her feet. “Help me get into mine.”

“Right.” Octavia straightened, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly. Rarity could tell; both of them were ready for one another. But the best things in life are best waited on. They would swim, soak up some sun, and afterwards come back to shower and… Enjoy one another. Rarity pulled her own bikini from the tangle of their sheets and stood up slowly. Her own was more modest, though only slightly. She had a larger bust than Octavia, so her top was closer to a sports bra than anything else. The dark purple fabric was inlaid with reinforced sequins, so as she pulled the strings up over her pale shoulders, her breasts appeared to glimmer. The back was secured with two sturdy hooks, and while it felt constricting, Rarity knew she would feel more comfortable in the water. Her bottom, though, was a twin to Octavia’s. Grinning wickedly, Rarity let Octavia look long and hard at her shaved pubis as she slowly pulled the thong bikini bottom up her slender legs. She could see Octavia’s throat pulse as she swallowed.

At last, both women were clothed; scantily, but clothed nevertheless. But they weren’t quite ready yet. This was the part Rarity had been waiting for. Her hands glowed as she pulled a full bottle of sunscreen from the bathroom, hoisting it between them. She was half a step away as she breathed into Octavia’s ear.

“I’ll do you if you do me.”