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Angela took a fork and stabbed a piece of watermelon. She sank her teeth slowly and sensuously through the yielding crunchy texture to feel the cold sweet juice dribble into her throat. She shifted the pulp between her molars with her tongue where she once again felt the individual cells of the flesh yielding their sweetness to her crushing teeth.
“Oh, that is sooooo good. I’ve never had a watermelon that crisp and that sweet. Where in the world is it from?”
“I don’t know. But eat all you want. There’s plenty.”
Ronda poured a glass of red wine and nibbled a piece of white cheese. The saltiness and muskiness of the cheese stood up to the tartness of the wine and each taste amplified the other in her mouth.
“I’m spoiled.” Angela cut off another piece of cheese and chewed it contemplatively as she sipped the wine again. “I eat this way all the time.”
“I’ve been eating leftovers.”
“You want some real food? The chef can do whatever you want. The guys catch fish all day long, and the chef does amazing things with them. Want some?”
Angela was tuned in to Ronda’s thought patterns, saw the images that played across her mind and lowered her eyelids and looked through the long lashes at Ronda.
“Fish? Yes, I’d like some fish. But right now, the fruit is enough. And there’s something I’d rather taste than all of the fruit, wine, cheese and fish on this boat.”
Ronda smiled at her as Angela took her hand and led her back to the bed where she twirled the taller woman under her arm and onto the bed, untied the knot under he breasts, peeled off the top, undid the knot of her sarong over her hip, and rolled her over to unwrap the skirt. “That’s what I want to taste.”
Knowing that Angela knew her every desire, thought, and fantasy, Ronda opened her legs as Angela knelt at the side of the bed to take Ronda’s knees over her shoulders and gently run her tongue from Ronda’s anus to her clitoris. Her long hair spread over the pillow, Ronda shivered.
Angela’s tongue probed, circled, found the ripening clitoris, stroked the back side, dove between her labia, and firmly caressed her from her labia to her clitoris.
Ronda’s clitoris was firm and throbbing when the tip of Angela’s tongue reached it.
“Oh, jeez. Stop.” Ronda hugged her thighs around Angela’s face and struggled to lift her head from the pillow. “Okay, okay, don’t stop then. Go on.”
Angela pulled one of Ronda’s labia between her lips, circled her tongue around it, then ran her tongue down to her anus and probed. Ronda shuddered with pleasure and Angela got Ronda’s image of Jeff fucking Angela in the butt. Ronda drew her knees up to her chest to open herself fully as Angela probed deeper into Ronda’s anus with her tongue and stroked her belly.
Ronda let her legs fall to her sides and moved her hands down to her clitoris to play with herself as Angela fucked her butt with her tongue. “Oh, yes, do it, lover. Do it.”
As Ronda’s fingers matched Angela’s tongue’s pace and pressure, she again felt the vibrations starting at her core and working their way outwards, but this time building one on the other until the last wave overtook the first in a paroxysm of pleasure that sent Ronda to the moon with a prolonged moan of ecstasy. Ronda collapsed onto the bed, her hands as limp as the rest of her body.
Angela joined her to lay crossways on the large bed. Angela knew Ronda would be gone for at least the next few minutes and that when she woke she’d want food more than anything else. Angela’s hands moved down her own trim body to stroke the smoothness where Ronda had shaved her, twirled the tuft of pubic hair between her fingers, and opened her legs to her own touch until she was overtaken with her own waves of pleasure.
Then the two women drowsed. When they woke, they were in each other’s arms.