Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 4 - Day 3 (Afternoon)

The day dawned bright and hot, and Rarity felt a little stifled pressed so close to Octavia. With a soft moan, she pulled away from her wife’s arms and sprawled onto her back. The clock on the bedside table read nine AM, well past the time she had wanted to wake. Mother nature called, and she had to answer. Padding nude to the bathroom, Rarity handled her business and washed up before taking both of their dried bikinis down from the drying rack just above the Jacuzzi tub. With a frown, she surveyed the damage to her own bottom. It was repairable, but not out here. She’d have to use some tools at her boutique back in Canterlot to fix the shredded fabric. Octavia was awake by the time Rarity emerged, but still laying sprawled out in bed.

“Good morning, love.” Rarity beamed as she crossed to the closet to put their bikinis up.

“Good morning to you.” Octavia mumbled tiredly. She was usually difficult to wake in the morning, unless she woke before Rarity for whatever reason. Now, laying sprawled on her back, with frumpy hair and a half-closed eyes, she looked divine. Rarity tucked the bikinis away before crawling onto the bed and straddling her lover. Octavia smiled up at her as she leaned in for a kiss. The sheet was sheer between them, and Rarity could feel each curve of her wife beneath her. “Hmm… I could get used to waking up like that…” Octavia muttered the moment the kiss was over.

“Don’t get too used to it,” Rarity grinned and peeled the sheet back, slowly exposing Octavia’s magnificent body. “I can’t wake you up with an orgasm every morning.”

“Oh, so there’s an orgasm in it for me?” Octavia’s half-lidded eyes lent her a sultry, sexy look. Rarity’s lips curled into a grin as she pushed the sheet down past her lover’s thighs.

“Maybe…”

“Hmm, what do you mean ‘maybe?’ You sound like there’s a catch.” Octavia’s hips began to squirm. Once the sheet was down far enough, Rarity rose her hands up to Octavia’s shoulders, gently massaging the warm, sun-kissed flesh.

“Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t.” Rarity let her lips brush against Octavia’s cheek. Her words were hardly more than a whisper. Octavia’s own lips parted in a breathless gasp.

“Rares, please…” She whimpered, squirming more. “Don’t tease me… Aah… You know how much I hate being teased.”

“Shh, shh…” Rarity lifted one finger to Octavia’s parted lips, silencing her with a devious grin. “No more words.”

“But-“

“Aah.” Rarity cut her off, pressing the finger more firmly against her mouth. “No. More. Words.” Each one of her own words came with a soft motion. Her free hand slid up Octavia’s breast, three inches at a time. By the time she uttered the last word, her fingers had found Octavia’s nipple. She circled the small knob of flesh until it turned hard, and Octavia’s hips had begun to squirm even more.

“Hmm…” Octavia deftly pulled Rarity’s finger into her mouth, sucking on the very tip. Her tongue was soft and slippery. Rarity would have killed to have that tongue elsewhere. For now, though, it was best Octavia stay pacified. She might just get the wrong idea and start using her mouth for something other than sucking. And Rarity wouldn’t have that. Her finger grew more bold, coupling with her thumb to gingerly pinch the hard pebble that was Octavia’s goose-fleshed nipple. Octavia groaned at that, but didn’t stop tenderly sucking Rarity’s finger.

“Haah…” Rarity decided it was time to use her own mouth. She gingerly pulled a small bit of Octavia’s neck between her teeth and began to suck. Octavia couldn’t stand it. She writhed beneath Rarity, sucking hard on the tip of her finger to keep from crying out. Rarity’s lust awakened at the taste of flesh in her mouth. She sucked harder, but adjusted her hips so she was no longer straddling Octavia’s waist. Instead, she swung her own hips out to the side, giving her one free hand enough room to slide down Octavia’s flat stomach.

Enough foreplay, Rarity was ready and eager. Her hand dove between Octavia’s warm thighs, finding her clitoris almost immediately. Octavia forgot the finger in her mouth and arched her back with a full-bodied cry of lust. Rarity slid her fingers up and down Octavia’s lips, using her own arousal to wet the delicate, pink flesh almost completely. Octavia squirmed at the slippery sensation, her thighs steadily growing wetter as Rarity’s hand played with her. Her juices came in abundance, gushing forth prodigiously. Rarity flicked her clitoris rapidly, reducing Octavia to a whimpering, twitching mess. She couldn’t even suck Rarity’s finger anymore. Her mouth hung open, panting hotly while Rarity played with her clit.

“Haah. Aah.” Rarity pulled away from the dark mark on Octavia’s neck, a mirror to her own, before licking the entire thing several times. The sheets were dotted with her saliva. Octavia squirmed and writhed, bucking against Rarity’s hand, but she rode it out, relentlessly assaulting her clit.

“Rarity!” Octavia panted. “You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Cum for me.” Rarity growled between licks. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

“Rarity, I’m- GUH!” Octavia climaxed, and Rarity shoved two fingers deep into her dripping cunt. The molten walls jumped and flexed around the invading digits, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Octavia twitched atop the soiled sheets, her mouth hanging open as she emitted some less-than-human sounds directly from her throat. Rarity kept her fingers buried throughout the whole ordeal, grinning down at the sight beneath her. When the orgasm passed, Octavia lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling deeply.

“You… Bitch…” She panted, her lips curled in a blissful smile.

“You love me.” Rarity teased, shoving the two fingers from Octavia’s pussy into her open mouth. Octavia groaned and sucked them clean, smiling up at Rarity. She finished with a delicate kiss.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”

“Come on. Let’s shower. I think it’s time we change the sheets.” Rarity pulled Octavia up from the bed and flicked her wrist to pull the sheets off with one smooth magic-fueled motion. Dumping them near the front door, she led Octavia into the shower, smiling all the way.

“Dancing tonight, right?” Octavia yawned. It seemed the good-morning orgasm hadn’t woken her up entirely. Rarity rolled her eyes and wrapped Octavia in a close hug.

“Yes, dancing tonight. Erica said the gig didn’t start until nine. So we have some time alone. Any ideas?”

“Hmm…” Octavia hummed, running her fingers through Rarity’s hair as they stood under the cool stream of water. After the sun yesterday, cool showers felt incredible on her warm skin. “Jason said there were a lot of grottos and rivers up the shore, right? How would you feel about swimming in one of those?”

“Ooh.” Rarity entertained the idea. Alone, surrounded by trees, with a waterfall and a clear freshwater pool… She was thinking of many different things. She grinned down at Octavia. “Let’s ask after this.”

“And breakfast.” Octavia kissed her neck as she reached for the shampoo bottle.

Jason was on-duty early that day, so as soon as Rarity and Octavia finished showering, eating, and changing, they gave him a call. He agreed to be at their bungalow in ten minutes, though he encouraged clothes they wouldn’t mind getting sweaty in. A quick wardrobe change, and both women were clad in workout shorts, tank tops, sports bras, and sturdy panties. Rarity fished one of their backpacks out of the luggage and packed it with a different swimsuit than the ones they had worn yesterday, a picnic lunch, water, and a change of clothes just in case. Octavia shouldered the pack just as Jason pulled up in a truck. Behind the truck was a trailer, and on said trailer were three mysterious-looking vehicles. Rarity had never seen them before.

“Good morning, ladies.” Jason beamed as he jumped out of the truck. “Have you ever ridden a four-wheeler before?”

“Can’t say I have…” Rarity frowned at the three matching vehicles on the trailer.

“You’re in for a treat.” Jason mounted one of the strange vehicles and flicked a few switches. The thing roared to life, and he drove it down the ramp and off the trailer. He did the same for the other two before beckoning Rarity forward. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. These things kind of jump a little when you hit the gas, but if you hold on tight you’ll be fine. It’s an automatic transmission, so you don’t need to worry about the clutch. Just twist the handle here and you’ll go. Here’s your brake, ignition, and this,” He tapped a small black box that had been fixed in the middle of the handle bars. “Is a transmitter. If you get lost, separated, or crash, press this button and we’ll come running to you.”

“Okay.” Rarity followed along, and at his insistence, straddled the seat and gripped the handlebars. He repeated the same instructions for Octavia, and when all three of them had mounted, he flashed her a thumbs-up. Hesitantly, Rarity twisted the handle, and nearly screamed when the thing jumped forwards. When she let it go, it slowed to a halt, and she could hear Jason and Octavia laughing at her over the idling of the engine. She shot them a defiant glare before twisting the handle again and shooting off down the gravel drive.

It was exhilarating. The wind whipped at her face, evoking tears from her eyes and pulling her hair out behind her. Jason pulled up beside her with a laugh, pumping his fist in encouragement. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted Octavia behind and to her right, grinning from ear to ear. Jason pulled ahead to take the lead, and the three of them sped off down the gravel road to the north. At one point, Jason turned off of the path and onto the beach, kicking up a spray of sand behind him. Rarity followed suit, squealing with delight as her tires spun, kicking up a gout of sand bigger than Jason’s. They were on the beach, tearing across the soft white sand like a pack of wild bandits. Hollering and laughing, the three of them sped down the coast, until no more bungalows were before them. A dark green stain grew on the horizon, just over a slight hill. The sand gave way to grass, and before long, a dirt trail. Jason slowed down so he didn’t kick mud up into Rarity’s face, and they buzzed along at good time.

After a twenty-minute rush, Jason finally came to a stop. Rarity pulled up beside him, breathless and grinning like a schoolgirl. Octavia looked even more excited, if such a thing were possible. “Did you follow the trail we took to get here?” Jason asked, resting his wrists across his handlebars.

“Roughly, yeah.” Octavia panted, still giddy with excitement.

“Cool. The trail to the grotto is pretty simple from here. See.” He pointed just ahead of where they had parked to a trail that disappeared into the trees of a healthy-looking jungle. “It’s easy to follow. Just take the left fork at each turn, and you’ll get there in about a half an hour. Do you want me to come with?” Rarity and Octavia shared a look before shaking their heads together.

“We’ll be fine. Left at each fork, half an hour. We can swim in this water, right? Like, there are no diseases? Or predators?”

“There aren’t even fish in these waters. No predators and it’s just as clean as the water in your bottles.” Jason grinned and started his four-wheeler with a roar. “By your leave, ladies.”

“See you tonight!” Rarity waved at him as he sped off, turning a tight corner back the way they had come. As the buzzing of his engine died down, Rarity and Octavia were alone with the sounds of the jungle before them. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” They left their four-wheelers and entered the path. Before long, the jungle had swallowed them, but the dirt tail was wide enough for them to walk shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand. The air was thick and muggy, but thankfully devoid of annoying insects. They pointed out rare and new flowers and trees. One of them looked like it had a hundred snakes stretching from its thick, knotty branches down to the ground. Octavia called it a ‘banyan’ tree, and explained how the vines would meet the forest floor, and the trunk would grow around it. There were a million new smells and sights and sounds. Exotic birds flitted through the leaves, and mysterious animals shifted in the underbrush. They stuck to the trail and took the left fork at each intersection, just as Jason had instructed. By the time the sound of a waterfall reached her ears, both women were sweaty, but smiling wide.

“Wow.” The trail turned one last time, opening to a small sandy alcove. “Just. Wow.”

“This is… Oh my gosh.”

The grotto was small, fenced in by thick trees so close you couldn’t see ten feet past the edge of the pool. Where they stood was a small sand beach, thick and coarse unlike the fine white sand they had left half an hour ago. The sand yielded to a crystal-clear pool of water, at least fifty feet across and forty feet long. It curved like a bean, and at the far end was a gentle waterfall that landed on a flat, wide rock. Rarity and Octavia stood there for at least five minutes, completely in awe of the beauty before them.

“J… Jason said we’d be alone here, right?”

“I think it was implied.” Octavia mused, still looking at the pool.

“Tavi.” Rarity looked at her wife, barely managing to tear her gaze away from the pristine pool in front of them. “We have to do it.”

“Huh? Do what?”

“Clothes. Off.” Grinning, Rarity lifted her tank top, stripping the sweat-soaked garment free of her torso.

“Oh. Oh! Yes!” Octavia followed her lead and shrugged out of the pack, already untying the laces on her shoes. Rarity stooped to do that next, Feeling a girlish sense of excitement welling up within her. They inched towards the clear pool one garment at a time, finishing with panties. Rarity was first, and she sprinted across the small beach in a spray of sand. Her naked flesh was shot through with sweat, and the breakneck sprint towards the water was cool and bracing. She could hear Octavia behind her, not far at all. With a squeal of delight, Rarity thundered through the shallows and dove head-first into the warm water.

She surfaced twelve feet out in a spray of water, turning to watch as Octavia dove in after her. The water was sweet and warm against her, hugging her as closely as Octavia ever had. Swimming nude was an entirely different creature altogether. It was liberating. She felt empowered, like nothing in the world could stop her. When Octavia surfaced with a wide grin on her face, she was greeted with a splash.

“Ackpth! Hey!” Blinking water from her eyes, Octavia lunged forward, shoving Rarity’s head underwater in a vicious dunk. Rarity surfaced with a loud squeal. She and Octavia squared off, splashing, dunking, and tackling one another into the water. The sand was coarse but cushioned any falls that the water didn’t. Further out, it seemed it deepened to about twenty feet with a rocky bottom, but here they could stand with their breasts just beneath the water. Not that it mattered, Rarity could see straight down to the sandy bottom, and everything inbetween. Octavia’s mouth hung open, panting, and Rarity herself was flagging. But they weren’t done yet. Rarity had a special surprise planned for her wife.

“Haah!” Octavia called out as she shot forward, looming up in Rarity’s vision to dunk her again. But Rarity slipped under the water before Octavia could reach her, her hands already glowing. Octavia landed on top of her, with hardly an inch of water between them. Teeth grit, Rarity grinned and used her magic to push Octavia up and out of the water… By a good ten feet. Naked limbs flailing like mad, Octavia flew into the air, trailing long streams of glistening water before landing in the deeper part of the pool, her flesh smacking into the water smartly. She emerged, her face drawn into a familiar look of revenge.

“Oh, you are going to pay.” Rarity felt a chill run up her spine. Octavia stroked forwards twice, crossing into the shallows. When her feet touched the bottom, she leapt up into the air, curved forward, and sliced through the water. Rarity was a good ten feet away, but Octavia was faster. She cried out as the black-haired streak shot through the water towards her, wrapping strong arms around her knees. Off-balance, Rarity tumbled backwards into the water. Octavia dragged her down further, pinning her to the coarse sand beneath. She was on top, and through the clear water between them, Rarity saw her face twisted in an absolutely evil grin.

Fingers pressed into her. Rarity cried out, but only spurted white bubbles. They twisted and contorted Octavia’s face before her, but the fingers were relentless. Squirming and gritting her teeth, Rarity was pinned to the bottom of the pool, with Octavia’s deft fingers pressing all of the right buttons. The sand was cool beneath her back, but the desire was burning hot. Her lungs began to protest for air. Through the bubbles and water, though, Octavia’s face appeared. Their lips pressed together. The kiss that wasn’t a kiss only told her one thing.

Breathe.

When Rarity opened her mouth, fresh air, tasting like Octavia’s mouth, rushed forth. She gulped it down, and expelled the breath into the water. She realized then that Octavia had carried her further into the shallows. That’s why she was pinned. Octavia’s head was above the water. She could cycle breaths down to Rarity. She was on top, and there was nothing Rarity could do. Her fingers writhed faster, sliding in and out, wriggling back and forth. Rarity could have died. Instead, she came. Octavia gave her another breath and kept fingering. Rarity came again. And again. After her third, Octavia pulled her up.

“Haah! Haah!”

“I’m sorry.” Octavia’s tone was thin and desperate. “Rarity, are you okay? I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry. You were down there for like, two minutes. Please, tell me you’re okay!”

”My turn.”

“What- AUGH!”