Intimate Details - Surf, Sand, and Sun

Chapter 5 - Day 3 (Night)

Three blissful hours later, Rarity and Octavia dressed and left the grotto behind, albeit with a promise to return before their vacation was over. They had made love in the water, stretched out beneath the waterfall on the flat rock, and sunbathed on the sand. Rarity wasn’t very tired, but she felt like taking a nap before they went out that night. After all, she had dancing to do. They sped off back down the beach on the four wheelers, racing one another back to the bungalow. Once there, they both shared a quick shower before stretching out for a peaceful nap.

When Rarity woke, she was alone in the bed. She heard Octavia shuffling about near the kitchen, so she stretched and hauled herself from the cool embrace of the sheets. The sun had already sunk below the horizon, painting the waters a golden-red. “What time is it?” She muttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Just after seven thirty.” Octavia smiled over her shoulder. “You should put some clothes on. Jason will be by in half an hour.”

“Oh.” Rarity realized she was still nude, having stripped all her clothes off for the nap. Octavia wore panties and a t-shirt. Rarity darted in to sneak a quick, passionate kiss before returning to the bedroom. Half an hour to prepare. She wished she had had more time. Sighing, she pulled on a t-shirt and panties, just as Octavia served them a belated dinner. It was leftover from the grill last night, and still as delicious as it had been when freshly-made. Rarity didn’t leave herself much time to enjoy it, though. She wolfed down all she could and excused herself to the bathroom.

Thankfully, her hair was cooperative. She teased it into its signature curl with ease and applied makeup in short order. Octavia was at her side shortly, working on her own beautification. With Rarity’s help, they managed to tame Octavia’s unruly hair, with just enough time to spare before Jason arrived. Rarity had just clasped her bra when she heard a vehicle pull up outside of the bungalow. Octavia shimmied into a knee-length, tight-fitting skirt and poked her head out of their impromptu dressing room to call to him.

“We’ll be right out, Jason, we’re almost ready!”

“No prob!” Rarity smiled and gave Octavia’s rear a swift spank before turning back to the task at hand. Rarity hadn’t really expected either of them to go dancing at a club, but she had packed plenty of clothes for all sorts of scenarios. They were on their honeymoon, after all. Rarity never knew what sort of clothes she might want to rip Octavia out of. She was wearing a low-cut, open-backed top and a specialized bra that didn’t have any straps, save for a single clasp holding the two cups together in the front. It wasn’t terribly supportive, but it kept the girls reigned in. Her entire back, down to the tops of her pants, and her shoulders and arms were bare. The fabric started just below her ample cleavage, covered her breasts and a small bit of her sides, and fell down her front to the hem of her pants. The fabric was short enough her stomach would flash if she moved too much, and not unlike their bikini tops, a slender rope of fabric looped around her neck to support the front. The portion around her chest was secured with a similar rope, which Octavia helped her tie into a bow at the small of her back. Her slacks were loose and fell to her ankles, where she had donned a set of two-inch heels. So she could dance, of course.

Octavia had sprung for a dress. Albeit a revealing one. Her entire back was exposed, from the top of her ample rear to the nape of her neck, where a collar-like choker held the entire thing up. The front was sequined and dark, violet red. She glimmered in the low lighting cast from the bedside lamp. The skirt of the dress stopped just above her knees, but was cut up the side a ways to allow for movement. Rarity watched as she pulled on a garter belt and hose before slipping into heels. When they emerged from the bungalow out into the hot night, Jason’s jaw dropped.

“Holy shit.” He managed to close his mouth, but the rest of his manners were forgotten. “I mean seriously. Holy shit. You two look… Wow.” Jason himself wore a conservative pair of jeans and a tight-fitting T-shirt. Rarity knew he would be off-duty soon, so he would likely be joining them at the club. Though as he looked them over, he didn’t appear to be very coherent. Rarity wondered if she really had left him dumbstruck.

“Why, Octavia my love, I do believe we’ve left the poor boy dumbfounded.” Rarity teased as she slid her arm through Octavia’s.

“I believe you’re right, dear wife of mine. The poor fellow.” Octavia feigned a haughty laugh and nudged Rarity’s hip. “You going to be okay, Jason?”

“Fine. Fine!” He shook his head and beamed at them, albeit with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Before I forget, here, take these.” He fished two delicate-looking bracelets from his pocket and passed them off to both women.

“What are these?” Rarity asked, pushing her hand through the simple metal loop.

“Your VIP passes. Erica managed to procure two for you. These will get you in the door, free drinks, and access to the VIP lounge.” Jason smiled and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “We get them now and then, when Erica brings extras from her shows. Perks of the job, I suppose.” Rarity felt a slight humming coming from the bracelet. It was sleek and stylish, and actually went with her outfit rather well. But as she focused on it a little more, she realized something.

“These are enchanted, aren’t they?”

“Indeed they are.” Jason pulled his wrist up and tapped his own bracelet. “Erica told me they monitor your alcohol intake with these. If you drink too much, the bartenders can tell and they’ll cut you off. Also, the mages at the VIP section will check your bracelet. The VIP ones are different from the regular ones.”

“Incredible.” Octavia breathed. “We won’t need ID’s or anything, will we?”

“Not with those bracelets you won’t.” Jason smiled and gestured behind him to the pickup he had driven down the gravel drive. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Rarity went to climb into the passenger seat, but had to stop herself when she saw that Jason’s pickup had a bench seat, and the middle was dominated by a custom stick-shift. “Eer. Jason? Where am I supposed to sit?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The blonde-haired liaison grinned as he slipped in behind the wheel. Rarity glanced over her shoulder at Octavia before smiling warmly.

“You little sneak you.” Octavia teased as she slipped past Rarity to sit in the passenger seat. Rarity crawled up into Octavia’s lap, with her wife’s arms around her slender waist.

“And we’re off.” Jason swung around and drove them back up the gravel drive towards the resort’s main office. Rarity had been half-asleep the last time they came this way, so she was happy to get a better look at things on their way out. The main building, where the reception desk had been, was much larger than Rarity had first imagined. It almost looked like there were hotel rooms to be rented there. The building stood six stories tall and extended from the parking lot out to the beach. Looking closer, Rarity saw the beach itself was sectioned off. To separate the hotel guests from the bungalow guests, she supposed. The parking lot was mostly empty, she saw, with the majority of the cars parked near the second, smaller building.

That had to have been the main office. Attached was a rather large garage, where Rarity guessed they stored all the vehicles the resort used. On the opposite side of the building was a long dock, which opened up to both the beach and the hotel. They probably had fishing boats, jet skis, and other watercraft there for rental. All-in-all, it seemed like a very sleek and modern operation. Rarity smiled as they left the parking lot and turned onto Diamond Beach’s main drive. Rarity was glad she was awake this time.

The main drive, officially called ‘Seaview Boulevard,’ was a four-lane street split down the middle by a wide median filled with palm trees and exotic-looking bushes. Flanking the street were stylized lamps that looked almost like palm trees themselves, with lamps fashioned like coconuts. Rarity had never really seen the tropical influences in all of the architecture, but now she could see where Diamond Beach drew its heritage from. People walked up and down the sidewalks in tropical shirts and shorts, with only a few dressed in more formal attire. They passed bars and restaurants, clubs, and even a big, glittering casino wreathed in flashing lights.

“If you want to do any gambling, that’s the place.” Jason cut into Rarity’s visual foray. She managed a small ‘hmm’ before returning to the sights all around them. Other streets branched off here and there, but for the most part, everything looked like it was centralized on this one street. And it was a long street, to be sure. Jason cut in once more, but this was a bit of knowledge she didn’t miss. “Diamond Sands resort is at the very northern end of the city, and has claim to the beach all the way up to the first few miles of jungle. We have plans to expand a second facility and more bungalows out there, where we can offer a more tropical experience. Also, there’s a rumor that there are hot springs beneath that jungle, so it’d be a boon to our spa facilities. But our resort is the biggest here. Others have maybe a quarter-mile stretch of the coast. Diamond Sands has ten. You rode almost all of them earlier today.”

“Incredible.” Octavia breathed. Rarity was inclined to agree, but the soft thrum of bass music drew her attention back to the road.

“We’re here.” Jason pulled into a packed parking lot and managed to snag a spot not too far from the doors. The club was lit with neon signs and spotlights that shone up into the sky. The late-evening clouds scuttled through the beams of light, and Rarity had to stop for a moment to look at the entire building. She and Octavia slid out of the truck and stood in the parking lot, listening to the bass, trying to keep their jaws from dropping.

“You sure about this?” Octavia asked, both of them still looking at the building.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’ll be fun.” Rarity managed to snap out of her reverie. Taking Octavia’s hand, she pulled her wife towards the front door.

‘Neon.’ The club was aptly named. Long tubes of bright lights crawled over the walls of the entire building like vines would cling to latticework. They blinked and flashed at intervals, forming patterns and phrases. Beneath, the building was plain enough, but the neon lights made it look almost ethereal. There was a long line, standing behind a velvet rope. Rarity almost went to stand at the back when Jason beckoned her towards the front. Shyly, and very painfully aware of the envious eyes of all the other partygoers on her and Octavia, she walked past them all.

“How are ya doin’ tonight, big guy?” Jason greeted the bouncer with a smile and a firm handshake.

“Good to see you again, Jason. And who might your beautiful guests be?”

“Aah. That’s a secret.” Jason winked at the big bouncer as he unhooked the velvet rope and held it aside for Rarity and Octavia. “We gotta stay on the down-low tonight.”

“No way. You’re-“

“Aah.” Rarity reached a finger up to press against the bouncer’s lips. Her own were curled in a sly smile. “We’re incognito.” Octavia grinned at him as they slipped past, but Rarity could see it in the look they shared. The bouncer knew who she was. Arm-in-arm, both of them strutted through the doors and into chaos.

The bass made her sternum vibrate. Rarity could have sworn her hair was lifted off of her shoulders with each new low, throbbing vibration. Jason didn’t seem fazed, nor did Octavia, and even Rarity had to admit that the timing made her want to move. They walked through a short, darkly-lit hallway and out onto the floor. Here, Rarity had to stop for a minute.

This was nothing like the club in Canterlot.

The dance floor was a mass of writhing bodies, as tightly-packed as they could possibly be. Dangling above the floor were eight cages, with scantily-clad women dancing inside of them, all eight of them moving in time to the beat. The stage loomed over them all, a turntable wreathed by massive subwoofers and speakers. Erica stood up there, looking completely different than she had just last night. Her raven hair had been transformed into a shock of pink, blue, and red highlights. To Rarity’s surprise, the highlights pulsed in time with the music, changing color from one to the other in a swirling motion. It had to have been a spell of some sort. Instead of a blouse, Erica wore a skimpy-looking top fashioned out of sequins, glitter, leather, and latex.

Her hands glowed as she worked the music, and as Rarity watched, she spurred forth another gut-shaking blast of bass. The dance floor teemed with bodies. Rarity was only slightly turned off by the music. In fact, the longer she listened to it, the more she felt the beat in her bones. Her foot began tapping. She felt her hips swaying a little. She wanted to dance. To move. Taking Octavia’s hand, she pulled her wife onto the floor. Octavia followed with no objection.

They were lost in a sea of people. Once they were in, there would be no getting out. Rarity could care less. She spun around, wrapped a hand around Octavia’s waist, and pulled her wife tight. The music thrummed, the people jumped and swayed, and Rarity kissed Octavia. The cellist’s hands slid around her waist, sealing them together. Rarity could feel her fingers on the bare skin of her back. She could feel Octavia’s warm flesh beneath her own hands. Together, they began to move.

They were lost in the dance.

Had it been an hour? Two? Sixteen? Rarity couldn’t tell. One second she was grinding her hips against Octavia’s, about to pass out from exhaustion, sweaty and tired and horny and drunk on emotion, and the next, she was stumbling towards the bar. The press of bodies was gone, replaced instead by a cool glass surface. She and Octavia leaned against the bar, panting heavily, grinning stupidly at one another.

“By the heavens,” Octavia panted. Rarity almost didn’t hear her over how badly her ears were ringing. “That was amazing!”

“I’m so shaky.” Rarity held her hand up. Her fingers twitched and shook, and she was still smiling. “I need water.”

“Here.” Octavia nodded to the bar just behind Rarity. There was a large, wide bowl filled to the brim with bottles of water chilling in ice. Rarity pulled two out and twisted the cap off immediately. The water was freezing. It almost hurt to drink it, but she downed half the bottle before stopping to breathe. The condensation dripped down her wrist and onto her exposed cleavage. Octavia’s brow was shiny with sweat, and when Rarity pulled her close, she could feel the slippery exertion in the small of her lover’s back.

“I love you, Octavia.” Rarity breathed, holding Octavia tight.

“And I love you, Rarity.” Octavia whispered back. They kissed softly before pulling apart to smile at one another. “Want something to drink?”

“How about we check out this VIP area? It might be quieter there.”

“Are you wussing out on me already?” Octavia teased. Rarity pulled a handful of ice-cubes out of the water tray and shoved them down the back of Octavia’s skirt. “AAH!” Octavia jumped, shaking the skirt out until the cubes dropped to the floor.

“I just need to cool down before I go back out there.” Rarity grinned and gave Octavia’s love mark a quick kiss. “Come on.” Blushing, Octavia followed her. The music had died down to a low instrumental track, some electronica song or another, and the dance floor was only half as populated as it had been just a minute prior. They slipped through the crowd towards a neon sign blinking V.I.P. above two stern-looking guards. As Rarity and Octavia approached, they held their bracelets up. The man on their left raised his own hands and cast some sort of spell. Their bracelets glowed the same color as his hands, and he waved them through.

The VIP lounge was separated from the rest of the club by a heavy black curtain. Here, things were much more toned down. Out on the floor, flashing lights and writhing bodies dominated much of the scene. In here, the lighting was dim, and there were private booths lining the walls. These were shrouded in shadow. Rarity had to squint to see into them. Some were occupied, but most were not. Most of the people here gathered around the bar, where a handsome-looking man was busy flaunting his flair skills. Two bottles flipped through the air in time to the quiet music, and he would pour shots from them into the glass on the bar before him between flips. Rarity watched as he topped the drink off with a garnish and used magic to float it to a stunned-looking woman nearby.

Rarity was suddenly very thirsty. “Go find us a booth.” She gave Octavia’s rear a soft pat before slinking off towards the bar. No sooner had she arrived than the man turned to her with a smile. She held her bracelet up and asked for two fuzzy navels. A fruity drink for a girl’s night out. Octavia was a whiskey and gin drinker by habit, though she was known to venture into the fruitier side of alcohol now and then. Rarity just wanted something tasty that went down easy. She was treated to a show as the man used both hands to prepare two drinks at the same time, flipping bottles of alcohol back and forth between two glasses. He finished each off with a slice of peach speared on a toothpick, and smiled in a wicked way as he handed them to Rarity. She couldn’t help but wink as she slipped away.

Octavia had found a vacant booth near the back of the lounge. Rarity almost didn’t find her, with how dark it was. She wondered why these booths were so dark. As she slid into the booth, though, it became clear. No one could see them back here. Not without looking really hard, anyways. A faint blush worked its way to her cheeks as she handed Octavia her drink. They clinked glasses, took a bite of peach, and sipped the concoction tentatively. Rarity’s sip soon turned into a gulp. The drink was the perfect balance of sweet and bitter. She could hardly even taste the alcohol, and the peach lingered on her tongue after she swallowed. She would have to be careful. This drink would put her under the table if she continued.

She had to set it down, or she would have finished it. Octavia mirrored her, and judging by her silly smile, she had enjoyed it just as much as Rarity had. “This is pretty cool.” She mused, slipping an arm over Rarity’s shoulders. “It’s nice back here. Quiet. Dark.”

“Intimate.” Rarity smiled as her hand slipped beneath the table. Octavia stiffened as she felt Rarity’s fingers tease the hem of her skirt.

“Rarity, stop.” She whispered, leaning in. “We’re in a club. You can’t do that stuff he- ooh.”

“Shh.” Rarity smiled as her fingers glowed. This was something she had wanted to try for a very, very long time. “Relax.”

“Ooh… Oh wow.” Octavia’s arm tightened around Rarity’s shoulder. Her free hand gripped her drink firmly. Rarity guided her magic up the inside of Octavia’s thigh, caressing the damp, sweaty flesh tenderly. Octavia was shuddering. Rarity had never used magic against Octavia in such a fashion yet. Sure, she had pinned Octavia down, or pulled her close for a kiss here and there, but she hadn’t done anything like this yet. She made a note in the back of her mind to thank Twilight for showing her how to do this properly. The technique and details came back readily.

Rarity’s magic slowly slid along the inside of Octavia’s thigh, climbing higher until it brushed the hem of her panties. These, Rarity could feel, were almost soaked through. The passionate dancing and teasing had made her wet already. Rarity grinned and nonchalantly took a sip of her drink, even as she began massaging Octavia through her panties.

“Hnn-“ Octavia gave a thin moan at Rarity’s teasing. She was dripping down there. Rarity would have given anything to slip beneath the table and clean her up, but such a thing might not go unnoticed. Then again, it might. Rarity wondered if these VIP booths had been designed for this purpose alone. Rarity kept her eyes on the other guests, even as she began to manipulate her magic faster. Octavia’s mouth hung open, and she was panting. Rarity rubbed her lips up and down for a few long moments before gingerly peeling the sodden panties aside. Octavia spread her legs beneath the table just a little, allowing Rarity better access through her full thighs.

Nestled between the soft folds of flesh was Octavia’s womanhood. Rarity enveloped the entire thing in a telekinetic field, and gently pushed. The effect was the same as if she had ground the heel of her palm into Octavia’s vagina. The cellist gasped and gripped her drink harder. Her hand clasped Rarity’s shoulder firmly. Grinning, Rarity began to grind her magic up and down. Octavia was dripping by now. Her panties would be ruined. The seat of her dress was probably soaked. Rarity didn’t care. She was busy watching the bartender make another complex-looking drink and finding Octavia’s clitoris.

”There.” Octavia suddenly gasped, just loud enough to be heard. Rarity had found her clit. Now came the devious part. Rarity pulled her magical aura away, separated it into two miniscule spheres, and began to spin them rapidly. The effect was a vibration, and one that she remembered from her time with Twilight fondly. Octavia jerked the second it pressed into her clitoris. Such a small telekinetic field, spinning so rapidly, pressed so precisely into her clitoris. ”Cumming.” She whispered. Her nails were digging into Rarity’s shoulder. ”Rarity, I’m cumming!”

Rarity kept the magic pressed against Octavia’s dripping gash, but her hand pulled Octavia’s skirt up at the last moment. With a shuddering gasp, Octavia came, dribbling a thin stream of her release onto the floor beneath the table. Rarity didn’t let her magic receded until Octavia was done squirting onto the floor. When the cellist slumped into the booth’s back with a slightly un-ladylike grunt, she let her magic die. Octavia was trembling as she reached for her drink. Chuckling, Rarity watched her down the entire thing in one go.

“And now,” Rarity kissed Octavia’s neck softly. “We dance.”

“What? Hey!”

Rarity took her wrist and pulled Octavia out of the booth, out of the lounge, and back onto the dance floor. Just as the bass began to pound once more.

The rest of the night was somewhat of a blur. Rarity remembered bass, pounding so hard her hair was frazzled. She remembered hands all over her body. They had been on her thighs, on her ass, on her stomach, on her back and breasts and shoulders. Most of them had been Octavia’s. But at some point, they had been separated on the dance floor. Then the hands had been different. By the time she had met back up with Octavia, she had had to re-tie her top several times. She wondered how many people she had unintentionally flashed on the dance floor.

At that point, though, it didn’t matter. Rarity had seen enough breasts and butts that night to not care if her own were among them anymore. The two of them had finally managed to limp out of the dance floor during a break, and actually had to resort to security to find one another again. Rarity was suddenly very thankful for their bracelets, which the magi in the club could use to find their VIP members. It had to have been four in the morning by the time they left. Bouncers were collecting bracelets at the door, so Rarity and Octavia passed theirs off and stood in the parking lot while they waited for a resort liaison to come pick them up. Octavia had managed to slip the PDA into her bra on the way out of the door. Rarity never would have guessed. They weren’t waiting more than fifteen minutes. When the same young man that picked them up from the train station arrived in a white van, they hastily climbed inside and sped back off down the main drag.

When they arrived back at the bungalow, Rarity wanted nothing more than to strip her clothes off, take a cool shower, and go to sleep. Thankfully enough, Octavia was like-minded. The alcohol and dancing had gotten to both of them, it seemed. Still, Rarity wasn’t about to forget the plentitude of flesh she had been privy to in the club. As she helped Octavia out of her clothes, she took a few blissfully long moments to kiss her wife. Deeply. Passionately. The shower afterwards yielded plenty of more tender kisses and long embraces, and after they had dried off, both women curled close for a long night’s sleep.