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The first time Ed sees her, she’s in the elevator, going down to the hotel lobby.
She looks up from the booking on her phone when the elevator reaches the 4th floor, a ding announcing that someone will be joining her.
The woman who gets in offers her a small smile and a cheerful “Good morning!”, but Ed is too hypnotized to answer. The woman is gorgeous, all blonde pixie cut, teal suit over a shirt with chest and wrist frills, and bright pink lipstick. Her crow’s feet crinkle when she smiles at Ed, a smile Ed does not return because she is too busy staring at her, but trying very hard to be subtle about it, which means her eyes are slightly wide (not saucer-wide, thank you very much) and her jaw is not slack, no not at all. Time seems to slow down and then stop, but apparently not for long because there’s that god-forsaken ding again and they’re suddenly at the lobby floor, having maintained eye contact the whole time.
The woman smiles politely, exits the elevator and says something like “See you around,” but Ed’s mind has splintered into 2000 shards and her tongue is too dry in her mouth to offer a reply.
She is still in the elevator when the doors close, forcing her to snap out of it before she is late for the booking.
~~~
The second time Ed sees her is that same night.
She is back from her day-trip to a nearby island, sun-kissed and still a little sandy, wearing a sheer dress over her swimsuit because she didn’t bother changing back into her clean clothes. It’s close to 10pm and she can’t wait to shower and crash in her bed.
She gets in the empty elevator and presses the button for the 6th floor. As the doors start closing, she hears someone shout “Wait up!” She reluctantly holds the door open at first, but brightens when she sees the teal suit running towards her.
The woman steps into the elevator, panting, her cheeks flushed, but not one hair out of place, still looking as gorgeous as she did this morning, and thanks Ed for waiting.
Ed, who has spent the whole day rehashing their embarrassing morning encounter instead of properly enjoying the island, seizes her chance at redemption, smiles, opens her mouth to say something she hopes is witty… and is swarmed by a group of twenty-somethings who clearly just got trashed at the hotel bar, and are looking to continue the party in their rooms.
She is forcefully backed into a corner of the elevator by the mob, far away from the gorgeous blonde woman, who is still looking at her and chuckling to herself, seemingly amused by the whole situation. When the mob gets out at the 4th floor, the woman follows them out, and Ed’s eyes follow her ass until the doors close, all her words dying on her lips.
~~~
The next day, the woman is nowhere to be found. Ed does not go looking for her on the 4th floor, but it’s a near thing. If she spends the whole day puttering about in the lobby in hopes of seeing her instead of lazing it away on the beach, that’s nobody’s business but her own. She’s on vacation, she can spend her time doing whatever she damn pleases, right? Right. There’s no way to mess vacation up.
~~~
Two days later, she lazes about in one of the hammocks on the hotel beachfront, trying to relax. However much her body feels relaxed though, her mind is definitely not. Fantasy after fantasy involving the blonde woman run through her mind, getting raunchier and raunchier by the minute. That pixie cut and power suit combo had definitely done something to her brain. She wanted the woman to throw her down on her bed and have her way with her, to degrade her and make her mind quiet down. She wanted her to wrench orgasm after orgasm from her until she begged her to stop. She wanted her to fuck her mouth until she was drenched in her juices. She wanted her to… Nnngh.
Ed is glad the hammock she chose is in a secluded part of the beach, because the orgasm she just gave herself is anything but subtle. Quiet, yes, she has learned how to be quiet, but the full body shakes would definitely have given her up. She removes her hand from her bikini bottoms and sucks on her fingers to clean them up, and to make her pleasure last a little longer.
Unfortunately, her orgasm comes with a side-dish of clarity.
Hyperfixating on this woman won’t do her any good. For all she knows, she has already checked out and gone home, never to be seen again. Ed should be rational about this and enjoy the rest of her holiday. Maybe even hook up with someone else to get rid of some of that restless energy she has been dealing with these last three days.
~~~
The same night, Ed puts her plan in motion and decides to try picking someone up at the hotel bar. She gets there not too early, nor too late, orders some low alcoholic fruity cocktail with a complicated name. She wants to feel a little buzzed but stay sober when her plan inevitably works. She did go all out on her outfit tonight. Long-sleeved off-the-shoulder lace bodysuit under a high-waist pleated leather skirt and cropped short-sleeved shirt. All black of course. Terrible in this hot weather but hopefully she won’t stay in it too long.
She’s barely one sip into her drink when she’s approached by her first suitor. Easy peasy, pudding and fucking pie.
~~~
Not easy peasy, not pudding, not fucking pie. Ed’s on her third drink and her fifth suitor, and it’s been two hours. She’s too hot and she’s tired of all the sweat sticking to her skin. She’s bored out of her fucking skull, but also very fucking determined not to go back to her room alone. She slurps the last of her drink through the straw, and resigns herself to a mediocre experience at best.
She interrupts whatever they were saying, “Hey, wanna go back up to mine?”
The suitor scrambles up to their feet, a lot more enthusiastic about this than she is.
Just as she’s about to close her tab, blonde hair catches her eye across the bar.
The gorgeous woman is here! At the bar! She hasn’t gone home! And she’s staring at Ed! Wait, is that a hungry look in her eyes?
Throwing a “No, never mind that,” in the general direction of her not-suitor-anymore, she walks slowly towards the woman, gathering all that restless energy and spinning it into courage. It shouldn’t be too hard, the woman looks quite taken with her, looking her up and down as she makes her approach.
Ed swings her hips a little more than usual, going for sultry, letting her looks do half the job, in case her words fail her again. She can’t help but notice that the woman is out of her alluring suit, clad in beige linen pants and a floral t-shirt, lips bare. Doesn’t change how Ed feels one bit.
Before Ed can utter a single word, she beats her to it, “What’s your poison, sweetheart?”
Ed blushes, “Err, just pineapple juice, thanks.”
The woman casts her a knowing look, smirks, signals the bartender, and orders for them.
“I’m Stede.”
“Ed.” She goes for a handshake, but Stede surprises her by bringing her hand to her mouth and brushing her lips against her knuckles. Despite the heat, Ed shivers, unused to such care, if the two last hours are anything to go by.
“Lovely name for a lovely woman. Would you like to sit, Ed?”
And, well, Ed has been sitting for two interminable hours, and this is not only the best-case scenario, but the only-case scenario she was desperately hoping for, so she is eager to move things along. Stede looks just as eager as she is, her hand still wrapped around Ed’s and her thumb drawing circles idly on her skin. And as much as she’d love to get to know Stede the regular way, she’d rather get to know her in the biblical sense, if you catch her drift.
So she issues Stede a challenge, “No, I don’t think so. We won’t be staying here long anyway.”
Stede’s eye flash, the hand tightens on hers, then releases it and climbs up her lace-clad arm, stopping at her elbow. “Let’s go for a walk then.”
Right on time, their drinks arrive, Stede asks the bartender to charge them both to her room, as well as Ed’s tab, and off they go. Stede’s hand wanders further, under Ed’s long curtain of hair, to land on that perfect spot on her middle back, between her skirt and her crop top, where she can feel Stede’s heat radiating through the lace. It makes Ed’s brain melt a bit and her clit throb a lot.
They step outside on the boardwalk and Stede leads them slowly and silently to the area with all the hammocks. Grateful for the slight cooling breeze, Ed takes a big gulp of her juice, which contains exactly zero liquid courage, and doesn’t help her blank mind come up with something to say. Unfortunately, the first thing she blurts out is, “So I saw you in the elevator the other day, and I wanted to say hi, but then I couldn’t, and you disappeared the last few days so I didn’t get a chance to change that before today.” She hopes it comes out as cool and confident instead of the rambling she knows it is.
Stede smirks and caresses her back slowly, dipping under the crop top, “I saw you around too, in the elevator, among other places.”
Ed is too lost in the sensation of Stede’s hand to register fully what she says at first, but then, “Hm? What other places?”
“This place.” Stede brings them to a halt, and Ed is disoriented for a few seconds. She hasn’t been in this area of the beachfront at night yet, so it takes her a short while before she recognizes the hammock she was occupying earlier today.
Halfway between confusion and dread, Ed asks, “What do you mean?”
Stede gets impossibly closer and brings her lips to Ed’s ear, “I mean that, while you have found the perfect spot to avoid being seen at eye-level, you forgot to look up.”
Mortified yet aroused, Ed chances a glance up and fuuuck why are there balconies there? Where did they come from? Ed was lying in a fucking hammock! Up was all there was to look at! What had this woman done to her brain???? She was supposed to be smarter than this!
Stede removes her hand from Ed’s back, to Ed’s regret, and points up. “This is where my room is. And this is the attached balcony.” Ed gulps, her face hot. “Where I happened to be standing this afternoon. I rarely look down usually, I’d rather be looking at the sea. But I’m glad I looked down today.”
Stede’s hand comes back to its home on Ed’s back, and she uses it to turn Ed towards her so they’re face to face. “You put on quite a show down there, babygirl.”
Torn between shame and boldness, Ed decides in a split-second that she has nothing to lose anymore, and puts it all out there, “I was thinking about you.”
Drinks are dropped in the sand as they surge together at once, lips and tongues meeting in a furious dance. Stede’s hands roam across Ed’s back, pulling her close, and Ed’s hands find their place in Stede’s short hair. Ed has never been this desperate for someone, and her cunt is pulsing. Stede’s hands wander lower, cupping her ass through the leather skirt, but soon it’s not enough and she dips both hands under the skirt to grab her lace-covered buttocks. They both moan in each other’s mouths, overwhelmed by all the sensations.
Stede’s fingers continue their exploration, dipping lower, and she feels Stede’s sharp inhale as much as she hears it, “Oh you little minx, are these crotchless?”
Ed smirks, regains a bit of confidence, “I like to think I’m full of surprises.”
Stede’s eyes are full of awe when she replies, “You definitely are, darling. And you’re so wet for me.”
She ghosts her fingertips over Ed’s labia and Ed swears she feels her heartbeat drop to her clit. “Fuck, Stede, I need more.”
And just like in all her fantasies, Stede takes charge. “Let’s go over there, I’m gonna eat you out.”
‘Over there’ is the best hidden spot, from both eye-level and balcony-level potential onlookers, like Stede had actually studied the layout in preparation for tonight, and the thought makes Ed’s heart beat a little faster.
Stede sinks to her knees in the sand, wastes no time positioning Ed the way she wants, and dives under her skirt head first. She parts Ed’s folds delicately with her thumbs, laps at the wetness gathered there before closing her lips around Ed’s clit and sucking. Ed moans loudly before remembering where they are and slapping her hands over her mouth. Stede’s mouth is as magical as she’d hoped. She alternates between licking long stripes over her labia and her clit, sucking lightly on her clit and dipping her tongue in her cunt while teasing her clit with the tip of her nose. Stede is making out with her cunt, and Ed’s legs are shaking so hard she might fall over, and the hands she slapped over her mouth aren’t doing anything to muffle her cries.
Too soon, Stede extricates herself from her position and gets up, licking her lips. Her face is glistening and Ed can’t help licking it, cleaning her up and tasting herself enthusiastically in the process. Stede buries her hands in Ed’s hair and her tongue in her mouth, like she can’t get enough of her.
“Come on, sweetheart, show me what your room looks like.”
After a quick detour to the bar to hand back their sticky empty glasses, they find themselves back in the elevator, backed into a corner, unfortunately joined by a group of tourists and their luggage, which is a shame, because Ed had really wanted them to keep making out in there. They keep throwing heated glances at each other and Stede daringly slips a hand under her skirt and runs her short nails over the lace. The way up to the 6th floor has never felt so long.
Once they get in, Stede takes a quick look around, positions an armchair across the bed, sits down and signals for Ed to stand between her spread legs. “Here’s what we’re going to do, darling. I will remove your skirt while you remove your shirt, then you will lie down in your bed, in all your lacy glory, and you will touch yourself just like you were this afternoon in the hammock. You will bring yourself to the edge of orgasm, and then you will stop. Is that understood?”
Ed doesn’t need to be told twice.
The position she chooses on the bed gives Stede the best vantage point to enjoy the show she’s putting on, and allows her to lock eyes with Stede when her eyes wander up to her own. She’s never been this close to orgasm after being touched so little. The filth that’s pouring from Stede’s mouth as she watches her must be helping, “Look at you, darling, so wet for me, so desperate. When I saw you in the hammock, I almost ran to the elevator to finish you off myself, to feel you pulsing in my mouth, to drink you all in.” Ed moans, her middle finger rubbing desperately at her clit. She would be playing with her nipples usually to add more sensation but every drop of blood in her body seems to have gathered in her gorged clit. She is so close, so close. She has never been this turned on in her life. She locks eyes with Stede, who would look unaffected were it not for the way her hands are clenched on the arms of the chair, and Stede gets up at once and gets on the bed.
“That’s enough for now, sweetheart. I remember telling you you couldn’t cum just yet.” She grabs Ed’s wrists, “You won’t be needing these anymore for tonight. Palms flat on the bed.”
Ed could cry from the interruption, almost does in fact, but some kind of miracle manages to make her hold it all in. The miracle in question is Stede slowly taking her top off, then her pants, revealing an expanse of creamy skin, heavy tits, thick thighs and delicious stretchmarks, and Ed is honest-to-God drooling. A zing goes to her clit when she realizes that she isn’t the only one who had foregone underwear tonight. Before she has the chance to comment on it, Stede kneels by her head, “What would you say to me fucking your face?”
Ed whimpers, nods eagerly, “Yes, please.”
“So polite. Is this okay?” Stede asks as she positions herself, straddling Ed’ face.
“Yes, it’s perfect, fuck, please Stede.”
“Tap my leg twice if you want me to get off.”
Ed nods, then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, and Stede deposits her cunt on it gently at first, to get Ed used to it. Then she slowly starts rocking back and forth, before accelerating the pace. Her juices gather on Ed’s tongue, spilling on her cheeks. Stede is so wet, her clit so hard, and it reminds Ed that Stede had not been touched at all since they started their tryst.
She wishes she could suck on Stede’s clit, dive her tongue deep deep inside her, but this is not what this is about right now. She really enjoys being used like this, and Stede is doing it so well, grabbing her tresses and pulling her face up so she can grind down on it for maximum pressure, and she is using her nose to rub her clit on. Ed is tasting her and breathing her in and her senses are so heightened that a feather touch alone could make her cum right now.
Stede is incoherent over her, moaning and cursing and starting sentences she doesn’t end, “so fucking gorgeous, I can’t…”, “fuck Ed you’re so…”, “aaaah right here, I’m gonna…”
And then she shouts and stills, then moves languorously on Ed’s tongue, riding her orgasm out, making it last through the aftershocks. She looks down at Ed, with a look Ed would describe as ‘awe-struck’ were she in her right mind, and asks her, strangely articulate after the orgasm she just had, “Are you ready to cum now?”
Ed nods desperately, unable to form words, knowing they would come with tears. Stede crawls down, down, down until her breath ghosts Ed’s clit. She gives it one long lick, then closes her teeth gently over it, and Ed explodes in sound and fluid, shrieking her pleasure, cumming on Stede’s tongue and sobbing out. All the tears she was holding in roll out of her, like the aftershocks of her orgasm. Stede holds her hips to her mouth, allowing her to ride out her orgasm by rutting against her face. Once the shaking is over, Stede rolls her on her side and pulls her close, running her hands soothingly in her hair, allowing her to cry in the crook of her neck.
When the sobs subside, Stede dries Ed’s tears and showers her face with butterfly kisses. “How are you feeling, darling?”
Ed mumbles as best she can, “Satisfied. Wrung out. Sleepy.”
Stede chuckles and kisses her hair playfully, “Same here, so I take it showers can wait until tomorrow?”
Ed buries her head in Stede’s chest and nods.
“And I take it you want me to sleep here?”
Ed’s arms tighten around her, “Yes. Stay,” and she dozes off immediately, body pliant and heavy.
When she wakes up suddenly a couple of hours later, her body jolts, then relaxes immediately when she realizes Stede is still here, cuddling her from behind, one hand loosely grabbing her boob. She remembers the way she let herself get so vulnerable earlier, and can’t help feeling a mix of elation and dread. A hyperfixation was one thing, and it could end as soon as it had started, but she knew she was way beyond hyperfixation territory by now.
~~~
A few hours later, Ed wakes up to open curtains, light flooding in. She rolls around in her empty bed, grumpy and confused. Was that it? Was Stede gone for good? She slowly opens one eye, then the other, notices her folded clothes on the armchair, and feels the lace and dried juices on her skin. She had fallen asleep in her bodysuit, too spent to remove it. She rolls around a little more, defeated, until the feeling of sticky lace is too much to bear. Getting up to shed the layer, she notices a piece of paper on top of the folded clothes.
Good morning, darling!
You looked so lovely that I didn’t want to disturb you.
I have gone back to my room to shower and change.
Put your sexiest swimsuit on and join me for breakfast around 10AM.
Stede x
Ed smiles at the note, giggles even, elated. She was a little afraid she had made a bad impression on Stede last night. The sex had been amazing of course, out of this world even. But Ed had barely been able to string together a few words, they hadn’t talked much, which was fine when her only goal was to get railed. She’s not so sure anymore. It shouldn’t matter anyway. This is a holiday fling. Ed still has a few days before she has to fly back home, and nothing guarantees Stede will be staying this long. She decides that she should make the most of the situation. Keep having explosive mind-numbing sex with Stede as long as she can, since the note indicates she wants to keep seeing her. Bury whatever feelings pop up in the meantime. Not divulge much about herself, not ask much about Stede. The least she knows about her, the least attached she could get. Yep, sound plan. That should cover it.
It’s already 9:30AM, so she hops in the shower, exfoliates her skin quickly and lathers it in fragrant citrus soap. She foregoes washing her hair, because there is no time, choosing to tie it up in a big bun on top of her head instead.
Stede had told her to wear her sexiest swimsuit, and she has just the thing. One she had packed as an afterthought, not intending on wearing it. It was a one-piece swimsuit. The fabric split at the torso, showing off Ed’s bellybutton and a big part of her stomach, before joining under her boobs, and again over them, with small golden circles, showing off her ship tattoo. The back was completely bare, the fabric covering her lower back only. There were circle-shaped cut-outs on the sides too, and a small belt that tied in the back. While she usually went for black, this one was a rich amethyst tone, and she thought this color suited her well. Stede would surely agree. She wears her sheer dress over it as a cover, although it doesn’t cover much.
When she arrives at the breakfast restaurant at 10:02 AM, Stede is already there waiting for her. Her eyes widen slightly when she takes Ed’s outfit in, and she looks her up and down with such awe that she makes Ed want to do a little twirl to show her the 360º version. Instead, she smiles and leans in for a kiss. Stede’s mouth sidesteps hers and lands on her cheek.
“You’re a vision, darling. I’m glad you decided to join me.” Then, to the hostess, “Table for two, please, outdoors.”
Ed follows in a haze. Was the kiss too much? Had she misread things?
Stede must see her anguish when they sit down face to face, because she reaches out for her hand and gives it a squeeze.
“Sorry for avoiding the kiss, sweetheart. I’m just not much for overt public displays of affection,” she winks.
Which makes Ed raises her eyebrows, because what was yesterday if not the mother of all public displays of affection?
Stede laughs out loud, “I know what you must be thinking, but yesterday was a well-calculated exception to the rule.”
~~~
When breakfast is over, Stede tugs her towards the beach, “If you’re amenable to us spending more time together, there’s a nice spot I’d like to show you.”
They walk on the beach, talking about little nothings, the hot and sticky weather, the shape of the clouds, the colors of the seashells, the softness of the sand, Stede’s hand wandering to Ed’s lower back from time to time. She leads her further along than she’s ever been, and at the end of the long stretch of sand, the nice spot turns out to be a tiny island, just big enough for two. It’s all sand and some rocky boulders that look like they’ve been strategically placed to shield the island from onlookers.
“If it’s not too much trouble, darling, I thought we could spend some time there? It is more accessible at low tide, but even now it shouldn’t be too difficult to walk over.”
Ed isn’t one to back down from a challenge. “Race you!” and she sprints.
She can hear Stede’s laughter bubbling over as she attempts to follow, her beach bag too heavy to allow her to move fast. By the time Stede catches up, Ed has already removed her dress and is stretched out on her beach towel, in the most seductive position she could think of.
It doesn’t have the desired effect – Stede straddling her and feeding her her tongue – because Stede is huffing and puffing, red-faced from exertion and sweating profusely.
“I was expecting a leisurely stroll to the island, not a race!” Despite the admonishing words, her tone is playful. Ed laughs along, until her laugh is caught in her throat when Stede removes her dress to reveal a soft pink two-piece swimsuit, with a high-waist bottom and a bra-like top. It isn’t as flashy as Ed’s, but it looks amazing on Stede, hugging her curves perfectly. It would look even better on the sand. Maybe later. Stede can’t have brought her here only for the view.
Stede lies next to her on her towel, interlinks their fingers and brings Ed’s knuckles to her lips, “How do you like this spot?”
“It’s great, love a good private island. How did you find it?”
“I vacation here every year, have been for 5 years maybe? Found it the second year. I love the privacy of it. Not a big fan of crowds, or small groups, or just people in general,” she chuckles.
“Do you bring all your conquests here?” Ed aims for flirty, lands somewhere between jealous and needy instead.
Stede kisses her knuckles again, “No, I usually come alone. You’re the first person I share this with.” Ed wills her heart to slow down and her cheeks to cool down, fails. “I’m not a fan of people, remember?”
“But you’re a fan of me?”
Stede ups the ante, kissing Ed’s cheek, then her lips, “Oh yeah, I’m definitely a fan of you.”
~~~
They spend the day alternating between sunbathing and swimming, some part of their bodies always touching. Stede holds her hand most of the time, to guide her into the water or back on shore, and even though Ed needs no help, she loves the feeling of their linked hands, so she lets her. She clings to Stede like an octopus in the water, and Stede must love the feeling of their intertwined bodies underwater, because she lets her. The privacy of the island comes in really handy when, in a rare moment apart, Ed unties her hair while swimming, wets it thoroughly, then wrings it while walking back to her towel. Stede’s face is doing that thing where her eyes are so wide they might pop and her jaw is so slack she might drool, and Ed barely has the time to lay on her towel before she finds herself with a lapful of Stede.
She runs her fingertips over Ed’s arms, tracing the tattoos there, “Have I already told you today how gorgeous you are?”
Ed’s hands fly to Stede’s hips, “Mmm once or twice, I guess, but I’d love to hear some more.”
Stede smiles, obliges her, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” A kiss on her lips. “A gorgeous canvas for the most beautiful art.” Fingers running up and down her arms. “A delicious treat.” A nibble on her jaw. “I don’t think you realize how tantalizing you look in this swimsuit, darling.” Hands lightly squeezing her breasts. “I could just eat you up.”
Ed’s blood has rushed south to her clit with all these ministrations, barely enough left in her body to dust her cheeks pink, but her bratty side prevails, “I didn’t think it would take you this long to resist me.”
Stede pounces, slotting her lips to Ed’s and diving in tongue first. She tastes like sea salt and sunshine, and a bit of leftover chapstick. She massages Ed’s tongue with her own, cradling her head with both hands, lifting her slightly so she can dive into her even deeper, as if they’re not close enough, as if she won’t be satisfied unless they merge.
She maneuvers them so she’s kneeling on the towel between Ed’s spread legs, and grinds down on Ed once, before peppering her body with kisses, her jaw, her neck, her collarbones, and every inch of skin that is visible through the cut-out parts of her swimsuit. Once she gets face to face with her covered crotch, she lies down on the sand, spreads Ed’s legs further, takes her time kissing and biting each inner thigh and drinks in all the loud noises Ed makes.
She runs her tongue over Ed’s clothed cunt in a long lick, tastes the sea salt, the fabric and Ed’s heady arousal. Ed shrieks, leaks a bit more love juice, her body incapable of holding anything in. She feels Stede slowly running her middle finger along her clothed folds, and despite the barrier, the feeling is intoxicating. “Fuck, Stede, please fuck me,” she exhales, which makes Stede remove herself from her position and get up.
“Wha–”
“Patience, babygirl.”
Ed bites her lower lip, a shiver and a bead of sweat running simultaneously down her spine in anticipation. She follows Stede with her eyes, turning her head to see her retrieving a water bottle from her bag to rinse her hands with. “Wouldn’t want to get sand all over the place, right darling?”
Stede walks back to her spot between Ed’s legs, looks down at her, insatiable, “Fuck, look at you. You looked so good yesterday with all that lace, but I prefer you like this, with all your tattoos visible.” She licks her lips, “Let’s get you more comfortable for what I have in store for you.”
She bundles her towel neatly and places it under Ed’s lower back, lifting it slightly to get a better angle. Then she resumes her position between Ed’s legs, places her right palm over the dampest spot on Ed’s swimsuit, and applies enough pressure on it that it has Ed lifting up from her position on the towel to grab Stede’s face to kiss her desperately, muffling her moans.
Stede indulges her at first, before pushing her back down gently, “Relax, sweetheart, let me take care of you. Do you trust me?”
Ed nods frantically. She shouldn’t trust someone she’s not even known for 24 hours, who is little more than a stranger, but fuck it. If she’s allowed a vacation fling, then her brain is allowed a break from reality.
Stede slides her hand under the swimsuit crotch area, earning a moan from Ed, and bunches it to one side. Her index finger explores Ed’s cunt slowly, starting from Ed’s clit, down her right labia, up her left labia, back to her clit. She switches to her thumb and rubs slow clockwise circles on her clit, stopping from time to time to apply pressure on it. It looks like she’s making it her mission to wrench the loudest, horniest sounds out of Ed, and she is succeeding.
She then dips her thumb inside Ed, leaves it there until Ed stops desperately clawing at the sand, “You’re so wet for me, babygirl.” Ed’s eyes are wild, her lips moving but unable to form words. They silently stare at each other for a while before Ed loses what’s left of her mind at Stede’s next words, “Do you think I can make you cum in less than two minutes?”
The sound Ed makes is incoherent, barely even human. Stede doesn’t waste any time inserting both her middle and ring fingers into Ed at once, leaving them there for Ed to adjust to the feeling of them. She doesn’t wait for Ed to finish begging her to “Please move” before she begins pumping them in and out of her gently, curling them just right. Ed is so wet that she can hear the squelching over her own loud moans, over Stede’s praise and encouragement. Stede’s fingers pick up the pace just enough for Ed to feel her orgasm creeping up on her, then they slow down just as they’re about to push her over the edge. In a haze, she sees Stede lower her face, feels the touch of her lips on her clit and the slight suction. This, combined with the movement of Stede inside her, is enough, and she wails as her orgasm hits her, grabbing Stede’s hair to keep her face in place, riding out her orgasm as much as possible.
When Ed stops shaking, Stede removes her fingers and sucks on them thoroughly. With her other hand, she replaces Ed’s swimsuit. Ed pulls her back up so they’re face to face and kisses her slow and sweet, all lips and small sighs. “Sorry for getting sand all over your hair,” she giggles.
Stede chuckles, “Don’t apologize, babygirl. It was worth it.”
~~~
Later, cuddling in Stede’s bed after showering the sand off and giving each other a few orgasms each, Ed chances a “When do you go back home?”
Knowing when this fling will end might help her reign in her budding feelings, she hopes. Even though she’s well aware it is a wasted effort.
Stede mumbles into her hair, “I’m leaving on Thursday.”
“Oh. Me too.”
Three more days. Ed can work with that. She wills herself to hide her neediness until then, to put on a better, cooler, more detached front. The pleasure Stede gives her is too good to pass on, and if she plays her cards well, it will provide her with enough memories to pleasure herself to for the rest of her life.
For the next days, Ed quiets her mind down as much as she can, turns her heart off, and enjoys all of Stede’s attention, care, praise and, dare she dream, devotion.
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On their last night together, it’s Ed who breaks first, again. If it sounds needy, well fuck it.
“What time does your flight leave tomorrow?”
“6:45 pm, you?”
Ed furrows her brows, “The same, I think?”
She disentangles herself from Stede to grab her phone from the nightstand, checks her flight information.
Stede steals a glance at her screen, inhales sharply, smiles, “Looks like we call the same city home.”
“Wait, we do?” Ed gasps, eyes watering and heartbeat accelerating. Needy or not, here she goes. “So this doesn’t have to end?”
“It definitely doesn’t, babygirl.” Stede’s reply is watery, like she can’t believe her luck either, and Ed kisses her long and sweet about it.