she had intended to use it to arouse and compromise her. The latter seemed the most probable, and Ella shook her head sadly, wishing she knew how to get through to the girl. Letting out her breath, she stood up, and moved to the window, which looked out on the pool area.
At the corner of the pool, Rita leaned against the side, her eyes staring over the folded forearms. Surprised, Ella wondered how long Rita had been there, the pulse of her clit picking up again.
Rita put her hands to the sides of the pool, and, pushed herself up onto her arms, her shoulders high, her pectorals accented. The water ran down over her round tits, her nipples standing out from her water-tightened nipples, and down her belly. Her eyes remaining on Ella's, Rita slowly shifted her weight to one side, and one shapely leg came up, her foot curving to the edge. She dropped back, and pushed herself up, throwing her weight onto her raised foot and the hand closest to it. Ella's tits rose and fell against the shirtdress, her breathing shallow. Rita stood at the corner of the pool, her legs akimbo, the sunlight gleaming from her tanned flesh. Water spilling, from the Y of her muff, she brushed her bangs back, and slowly turned.
With a languid walk, Rita moved around the pool, her arms swinging lightly at her sides, her full ass cheeks rocking from side to side. Ella found it hard to swallow as she watched the girl open the supply cabinet beside the pool. Rita took a face mask, snorkel and fins from the cabinet, and she picked up her tank top from nearby, and put it on. Her jeans nowhere about, she carried the diving items away with her without looking back.
Ella knew where the girl was going, and she stood staring after her, debating with herself. Chewing at her lower lip, she closed her eyes, and found that all she was conscious of was Rita going down to the beach wearing only the tank top, and of the pulse of her clit.
She moistened her lips, and turned toward her bedroom, unaware of her movements, acting. like a sleepwalker as she began to unbutton the shirt-dress. She stood naked in the middle of the room, staring off, the only sound coming from a wall clock,
Smiling, she realized the excitement and anticipation she was feeling. She moved to the chest of drawers, and then to the closet, deciding what to wear down to the beach where Rita had gone.
Shortly after that, she stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the beach, a sailing cap pulled down over her hair, a blouse tied beneath her breasts, and wearing an ankle length wraparound skirt that the sea breeze pressed against her legs, and out from behind her. Below, she could see a few of the girls sunbathing, a few others out in the surf, and she could see the footprints going down the beach to the outcroppings of weathered rocks that marked the turn in the beach.
Smiling as she moved down the stairs, Ella looked at the girls, seeing Kay and Lori out in the surf, Margerie and several others stretched out on the sand, the sun shining from their oiled bodies. The sky clear but for a few patches of white toward the horizon, she began to move toward the outcroppings of rock, following Rita's footprints without looking at them. Lori waved from the water, and she waved back, giving the girl a mellow smile.
Then the girls were behind her, the roar of the surf and the roar of her blood merging within her ears. The wraparound skirt flapped in the wind, revealing one shapely leg as she continued down the beach. Ahead, Rita was coming out of the water, wearing the face mask and flippers, the snorkel in her hand. The tank top clung wetly to her tits and upper stomach.
Rita pushed the face mask up atop her head, dropping the snorkel, and she lowered herself to the sand, sitting down to remove the flippers. Continuing toward her, Ella watched Rita lift one knee and then the other high as she took off the flippers. Rita turned, rising onto her knees, and Ella saw the light sand clinging to her plush ass cheeks, pale against her tan.
Rita glancing toward her, Ella came to a stop a few feet away, turning to look out to sea, Rita's eyes following hers out to the whitecaps. The tide going out, the waves broke and spread out in a thinning veil over the sand, sliding up a few inches from Ella's feet. Clouds were building along the horizon.
'Should be.a beautiful sunset,' Ella said, her voice just audible over the surf.
'Yes,' Rita nodded, the sea breeze drying her hair as it fanned Ella's back.
Ella took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and she moved her hands to her skirt. Rita remained sitting back against her heels, which pressed the bases of her nether cheeks out. Ella opened the wraparound skirt, and it started to slide down from her hips when the breeze caught it, furling it back and away. They both looked toward the skirt as it drifted back across the beach. Rita's eyes moved to the woman's rounded hips, which angled down and back, thrusting the rich ass cheeks toward her.
Ella slowly turned toward Rita. Beads. of water still clinging to her muff, the girl's flesh was almost dry. She moved her eyes up Ella's shapely legs to the dark-brown curlings at the juncture of her full thighs. Her eyes moving up the firm curve of Ella's stomach with its deepset navel, Rita began to peel the wet tank top up from her own stomach.
Her nipples indenting the ribbed cotton, Rita's areolas made dark circles against the wet cloth. Her arms lifting, she was looking into Ella's hazel eyes. The cloth slipped from the orbs of her tits, and she slid it over her head The slender nipples stood out erect as she drew the tank top from her arms.
Looking at Rita's tanned body, Ella lifted her hands to where her shirt was tied, and she opened it. The lower half of the shirt waved in the breeze, the upper half pressing against the rise and fall of her tits. Her fingers slipped the two fastened buttons free of their eyelets, and the shirt blew open, curving against her upper arms, and Rita, looked at the full globes of Ella's breasts, the pegs of Ella's nipples standing out hard from the discs of her areolas.
Ella took an unsteady step forward, and she knelt beside Rita, her knees even with the girl's hips. Rita raised her hands, and she slipped the shirt from the woman's shoulders, her fingers then following the curves of her shoulders up into her neck. Ella watched her, her breath catching at the touch of the girl's long fingers. Looking into Ella's eyes, Rita slid the sleeves down past Ella's elbows, and then lifted her hands to the high sloped globes of her breasts. Ella's eyes closed, and her lips parted.
Moving her fingertips over Ella's chest, Rita curved her hands to the outsides of the lush tits. She leaned forward, and her full, pouted lips brushed against the silky warmth of the flesh Ella's body arched, her cant tightening as Rita gently caressed her swollen breasts, the girl's lips drifting over them, and around the burning rises of her nipples.
Ella lifted her hands, the shirt holding her elbows to her sides, and the tips of her fingers moved up Ella's sides, and to the outsides of her tits. Rita's bangs shifting against the tops of Ella's breasts, Rita moved her lips in toward the cocoa-tan pegs of the woman's nipples, her hands shifting against the outsides of the firm globes.
One hand against the side of the girl's stomach, the other was, at her shoulder. She pushed the face mask back with her chin, and it bounced against the sand as she kissed the downy nape of Rita's neck. The girl's lips moved over one burning nipple, and Ella's mouth widened against her neck, her tongue shifting against the soft shallow at the base of her skull.
Rita's full lips moved over the erect pegs, and opened around them, her tongue flowing against their tips. Ella's hand dropped from Rita's side to her thigh, the hand at her shoulder tightening. The girl's lips tightening and loosening, her tongue spun around Ella's nipples, her hands pressing Ella's tits in against one another. Her furrow tightening and loosening, Ella's legs shifted against the sand, and her mouth lifted from Rita's nape as a little cry escaped her lips, an orgasm flowering with her roiling depths.
Ella's hand moved up Rita's thigh, and she slid her thumb through the soft curlings of the girl's damp nest, feeling the fullness of her mound above her closed thighs. Rita leaned back, her lips lifting from Ella's nipples, and the breeze touched the damp pegs, sending a tingling through Ella's tits as she and the girl looked into one another's lidded eyes.
Ella's hands slipped down as Rita removed the shirt from her arms, and their arms went around one another, their opened lips pressing together around the swirlings of their tongues. Murmuring into each other's mouth, they kissed deeply, their knees burrowing into the sand as they lifted up onto them, their toes curling down into the sand.
Their hands slid down over each other's ass, spreading wide, and their fingers indented the full cheeks as they drew together. The slender nipples of the girl flicked against the woman's pegs, and their tits pressed together. Their hands tightening against each other's fanny, their fingertips pressed down against the center bases of the cheeks as the top of their muffs rubbed together.
Their breathing ragged, they leaned to the side, and dropped to the sand. Ella slid her leg between Rita's, her thigh sliding up between the girl's, and against her fevered mound, feeling the dampness of her slit. Rita
