Message-ID: <11661eli$9805271534@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASS/M} New: No Tomorrow (FF, cons, light/first bond, outdoors) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980527021141.2778.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> Well, I needed a break from the heavier writing of "Wolf" and "Melody". So this story is a bit lighter. If you like warm beaches, then you might like this story. If you liked "Sunswept", "Rain", or "Four Seasons", you might also like this story since it is written in a similar style. This story is about a female-female relationship. There is consentual sex outside of a traditional bedroom setting, light bondage (note the lack of the word 'discipline' or the '&d' part in the story codes), and perhaps implied exhibitionism in this story. If this is likely to bother you, then I'd advise you not to read this. You won't hurt my feelings. Same goes for minors. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Well, at least it hasn't happened to me or anyone I know. Thanks again to Munk who actually did like this story and as always provided excellent proof-reading. This may be archived as long as access to the archive is free of any charges and I'm given appropriate credit for the writing. This work is copyrighted subject to the above conditions. If you are going to archive it, I'd appreciate knowing where it is, just drop me a note. As always, comments are welcome. - crimson No Tomorrow [ FF, cons, light/first bond, outdoors ] By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) The sound of the surf crashing against the sand relaxed her a little. The rhythm of the waves reminded her of the gentle love that she had shared with Mark, but that was gone, and she was long over it. She pursed her lips and rocked gently on the sand, hugging her knees to her chest. She looked around through the gathering dusk. She was alone. The palm trees were rustling quietly in the salty wind. The beach bar had closed long ago. She sighed as the butterflies returned to her stomach, but all she could do was wait. She wondered what the others were doing, whether they had missed her yet at dinner. She intensely hoped that they wouldn't come looking for her. Not tonight. She leaned back on her hands, feeling the warmth of the sand under her fingers. She stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes, fascinated that she could control the small digits so far away. She closed her eyes, allowing the salt and the wind and the rumble of the surf to wash over her, infusing her with peace and solitude. Her belly gurgled a little. She knew that she was missing dinner, but this was far more important to her. She could do without food for tonight. She slowly climbed to her bare feet, the sand almost harsh between her toes. She walked down to the water's edge. The warm waters of the Caribbean touched her skin. She couldn't believe that the water here was so warm, clear and blue. Such a change from the northern lakes she was used to. She bent to pick up a small shell. She turned it over in her fingers finding the imperfection that she knew would be there. She idly wondered what tiny creature had worked so hard forming it. Smiling, she tossed the small shell back out into the water, barely seeing where it landed amongst the waves. Night fell quickly here, dusk had given way to darkness while she walked along the beach. The half moon and the stars gave her enough light not to stumble and to find her way back to her possessions. She idly noticed that the stars weren't the same as those in the northern skies. She sighed again and made her way back to one of the multitudes of empty lounge chairs. The chairs seemed like lonely statues parading down the expanse of the deserted beach. She settled her body into the chair, letting her towel and beach bag drop carelessly into the sand. She adjusted the back of the chair, finding a comfortable position and lying back resting her head. She stole one more hopeful glance around the beach and then closed her eyes, listening to the relaxing surf again. *** She cried out at the unexpected whisper in her ear. "Rachel? You asleep?" Rachel fought to control the surge of adrenaline pumping into her bloodstream. She opened her eyes, realizing it was only Sara, crouching beside her chair. "Jesus, you scared me," Rachel managed to breathe. "I'm sorry," Sara spoke quietly, her lower lip protruding in a pretend pout just before a smile broke out on her face. She lifted her hand. "Here. Maybe this will make it up to you." Rachel reached out, still trying to calm her heart. She picked up the muffin from Sara's hand with a smile of thanks. "Blueberry," Sara smiled back. "I thought you might be hungry so I stopped off at the buffet and grabbed it for you." Rachel took a quick bite of the treat and felt the rush of saliva almost hurting as she swallowed. She regarded Sara. Her long blonde hair was flowing in the sea wind, her face was gently illuminated by the moon and stars. She was wearing ripped jeans and a short sleeved shirt. Sara's eyes were shining, that much Rachel could see, but the dazzling blue of Sara's eyes simply wasn't visible in this muted light, no matter how much Rachel tried to make out the colour. Sara knelt easily in the sand, waiting patiently for Rachel to finish her small supper. Rachel finished and leaned back into the chair. "Why don't you pull up a chair?" she asked Sara. "Don't want to. I'm fine here." Sara was still on her knees, resting back on her heels. Sara's hands were playing gently with the sand, letting the fine grains slip through her fingers. The women sat quietly for a while, just listening to the sounds of the ocean, and enjoying the silent company of each other. "You want to go swimming?" Sara asked quietly. Rachel turned her head and looked at the kneeling woman. "You got a swim suit under there?" Sara gave Rachel a mischievous grin and shook her head slowly. "But ..." Rachel began her protest just as Sara rose up on her knees and touched Rachel's lips with her finger. Rachel watched, fascinated, as Sara climbed to her feet, kicking off her running shoes. She wasn't wearing socks. "You. Can't." Rachel managed to blurt out as Sara pulled her shirt off in one quick motion, letting it drift to the sand at her feet. Her bare breasts shone in the moonlight, her nipples already swollen in the warm night air. Sara's soft lips turned upwards into a daring smile as she toyed with the top button of her jeans. She pushed her jeans slowly down her long legs, letting them pool at her ankles. No panties anywhere in sight. "I'm not skinny dipping," Rachel couldn't help but laugh. Sara stepped out of her pants and spread out her arms towards the heavens. She turned quickly on the sand, waiting for Rachel's approval. Rachel smiled up at Sara as she finished her spin to once again face the seated girl. Rachel threw her legs over side of the chair, sitting up. She reached out, intending to gently touch Sara's bare leg. Sara, seeing the movement, danced away teasingly. As Rachel rose to follow her, Sara ran lightly to the water's edge making small footprints in the wet sand. Rachel walked down to her at a more sedate pace, trying to walk in the bare foot impressions left by Sara's small feet and grinning at Sara's playfulness. The nude girl was fairly dancing on the sand, waiting impatiently for Rachel. As Rachel approached, Sara nearly leapt into her arms, embracing her and swinging her around. "You have any idea how dangerous this is?" Rachel whispered into Sara's ear. Sara tossed her head. "We're both good swimmers. And neither one of us has eaten in a half hour. Muffins don't count. Didn't your mother teach you anything?" Rachel mind hitched. Yeah, her mother would be really proud of her, prancing around a beach in the Caribbean with a naked woman she'd just met. Her mother had never quite forgiven her for breaking up with Mark. This would give her a coronary. "Did your mother teach you to go skinny dipping at night in unfamiliar water?" "Yes, as a matter of fact. She taught me to have fun, silly girl," Sara retorted. An evil grin slipped across her features. "Come to think of it, she also told me to always wear clean underwear. I wonder if not wearing any counts? Come on, you scaredy cat. Nobody is around." "I'll go in with you. But I'm not taking off this bathing suit." Rachel glanced down at the modest blue two piece that graced her body. It looked almost black in the muted light. Sara tilted her head and let her lips brush lightly at Rachel's. Then laughing she broke the embrace and ran into the Caribbean waters with a small cry. Still laughing, she broke through a small wave and stood in the shallow water, buffeted by the waves. Her hair was soaked, her bare body slick and shining as she grinned at Rachel. "Come on," she cried above the sound of the surf. Rachel walked into the water, cringing as her bare feet prodded at the sandy bottom, searching for footing and balance. The water was warm, but still, the shock of entering it raised goosebumps on her arms and legs. She followed Sara who was pushing her way through the waves. Rachel screamed as a whitecap broke over her body and soaked her top to bottom. She looked up, wiping salt water from her eyes to see Sara watching her and laughing. "Wet enough?" Sara called as she dove beneath a crashing wave that again hit Rachel full force. Rachel fought her way out to waist deep and stood shivering. Sara swam over through the shallow water and stood beside Rachel. Playfully, Rachel grabbed at Sara, getting her arm. She pulled the girl to her, hugging her fiercely. She could feel the sensations of Sara's bare, hardened nipples pressing into her skin; a sensation that it had taken her a while to get used to, but now she wasn't sure she could live without. Rachel felt her hands cupping Sara's exposed breasts gently. Sara gasped as Rachel's fingers found her tightened nipples and pressed into the touch. She threw her arms around Rachel's neck and returned the embrace. "I love it here. With you," Rachel whispered. "I could stay here forever." "I know, sweety. I know," Sara murmured. Another wave crashed over the girls and they felt themselves pulled towards the beach, their feet leaving the bottom. They remained in their embrace, finally finding the bottom again and rising, kissing gently, eyes closed, feeling the sensations of the water and their bodies. Rachel could feel Sara's fingers touching her back, stroking, and caressing the wet skin. She felt Sara's soft lips on hers, feeling the heat building in her body. Heat like she'd never quite felt with anyone else. A distant part of her mind was crying out that Sara was a female, that this wasn't right, but the closer, more sensual part of her mind fought the conditioning and accepted the arousal despite her buried protests. Even if it wasn't right, it felt right. Another distant part of her mind felt Sara's fingers releasing the ties of her top. Another wave crashed over them, not as large, but Rachel felt her top falling away from her body. The water against her unprotected skin felt odd somehow, but not as wrong as she had originally thought it would. No worse than a shower, just a little cooler. Instinctively, she reached out, trying to grab at the tiny bit of material, her upper modesty slipping away into the dark ocean. She missed, feeling almost a sense of loss. Sara touched her face, bringing her back into the kiss, whispering that the top would wash up on the beach. Rachel could feel her now bared breasts lightly pressing against Sara's. The wetness, the closeness, the sensations all built into her arousal. She could feel Sara's fingers exploring her body, lightly stroking, touching her through her bikini bottom. She gasped as she felt the teasing touches beneath the water. Sara ducked, releasing Rachel from the embrace. Rachel felt the bottoms of her swimsuit being pulled down her legs, stopping at her ankles. Sara surfaced just as another wave unexpectedly crashed down over them knocking Rachel off her feet. As she kicked to restore her balance and get air, she felt the last hope of modesty slip over her bare feet and through the turbulent water. As the girls rose, Rachel pulled at Sara intending to protest her impromptu, involuntary striptease. Sara grinned at her mischievously. "Come on," Sara cried out, lifting her arms and pulling her breasts into a beautiful position, glistening in the moonlight. She began moving uncertainly towards the shore, the waves and the light undertow fighting her. "You can't be serious. We have to find my suit. I can't get out like this. What if someone comes?" "Nobody is going to come. And even if they do, who cares?" "I do," Rachel whispered to herself. But she knew that she had to get out of the water eventually. Sara grasped Rachel's hand, easily entwining their fingers together. The nude girls walked carefully out of the water, still laughing as the surf covered them and impeded their progress. Rachel felt the goosebumps rise as soon as she left the salty water. Licking her lips, she tasted the strong flavour of the salt on her skin. She shivered and ran towards her lounge chair, picking up the towel from the sand and wrapping herself in it. Sara walked over to her, gently pulling at the towel. "You don't have to hide, you know. It's dark. And nobody but us is around." "I. I guess. But my friends ..." "Have better things to do than to search around after you." Sara finished the thought in a whisper, leaning in towards Rachel gently kissing her. "You can wear my clothes back if we can't find your suit. Okay?" Rachel briefly wondered what Sara would wear back to the hotel if she wore the jeans and t-shirt. She had a pretty good idea that she'd have trouble even getting Sara to wrap herself in the towel. That's what she loved about her. She was nuts. The girls kissed for a moment, until Sara broke it by stepping back, her bare feet covered in the soft sand. "You want to do something different?" "I'm already naked at the beach with only my towel between me and the world," Rachel replied with a rueful look on her face. "Did you bring your shoes?" Thrown, Rachel looked quizzically at Sara, her breathing quickening. "Why?" Rachel asked puzzled. "Just did you?" "Yes," Rachel pointed down at her beach bag. Her running shoes were lying beside it. Sara bent down to the shoes and picked them up. She smiled and began to unlace them. "What the hell are you up to? Hey. I'm going to have to re-lace them." "I know. Trust me," Sara spoke softly as her fingers continued to pull the laces free. When she was finished she turned and did the same to her running shoes. She rose to stand in front of Rachel who was watching Sara with puzzlement showing on her face. Sara stood quietly with the laces dangling from her fingers, two red from Rachel's shoes, two white from her own. An uncharacteristic look of hesitation graced Sara's features. She spoke quietly, the playfulness disappearing from her voice. "Rache? Listen to me. If you really don't want to do this, we don't have to. All you have to do is say no. Okay?" Rachel, still confused simply nodded. Sara stepped forward and gently pulled the towel from Rachel's body. It fluttered to the ground, the sound of it hitting the sand lost in the pounding of the surf. Sara reached forward, gently letting her fingers touch Rachel between her legs, caressing her. Rachel sighed at the touches, feeling the softness of Sara's fingertips intermixed with the harsher touches of the shoelaces still grasped in Sara's fingers. "Remember, you can say no and I'm not going to be upset or disappointed. Okay?" Rachel nodded, closing her eyes as the sensations of Sara's fingers washed through her being. At the moment, she'd agree to just about anything. "Rache? Sweety? How would you feel about tying me up?" Rachel's eyes snapped open and she stepped back, breaking her connection with Sara's fingers. Sara gazed at her, the hesitation gone now that the words had been spoken aloud. Rachel's face reflected her surprise, but also a measure of curiousity. "You don't have to say yes, Rache. It's just something I wanted to try." "Wh-wh," Rachel stammered. "It's okay," Sara looked a little disappointed, but she forced a smile back onto her lips as she dropped the laces to the sand. "Don't worry about it." She stepped forward towards Rachel again, arms open to embrace the surprised girl. "Sara?" Rachel fought down the part of her mind that protested at stuff like this and found herself smiling. "Sweety. Pick back up the laces." "Really?" "Really." Sara stooped and retrieved the makeshift ties from the sand. She walked slowly to Rachel's lounge and sat down. Sara watched her toes playing in the sand as she waited patiently for Rachel to get her body moving. Rachel hesitated a moment, but her mind made up, she began to walk towards the lounge as well. Without another word, Sara lay back, placing the red and white laces on her bare belly. She held herself still, positioning her wrists next to the white metal piping that supported the slats of the chair. She spread her ankles and placed them similarly. She closed her eyes and waited. Rachel knelt beside Sara, feeling the sand pressing into her knees. She let her fingers trace slowly down from Sara's chin between the valley of her breasts, through her belly button, and down her left leg. She brushed idly at the sand coating Sara's bare feet, playing with her toes. Rachel swallowed heavily. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered as she picked up the red laces that used to hold shoes to her feet. She idly caressed Sara's flat stomach as she tried to figure out how to begin. Sara whispered to her, "Rache? I want this. Honestly. It doesn't have to be tight or anything." She paused. "Touch me. Please? You'll see." Rachel took a deep breath and let her slender fingers drop down between Sara's outstretched legs. She could feel the heat of Sara's anticipation before she had even felt the softness of Sara's body. She let her finger glide between the slippery lips, easily finding the swollen clitoris and giving it a light stroke. Sara cried out at the first touch, squirming as though she was already bound, her fingers gripping the sides of the chair. Rachel took a deep breath and withdrew her finger, eliciting a soft moan from the nude girl in front of her. Rachel had never tied anyone up before, and wasn't familiar with knots. She sighed, and began to do her best. She carefully wrapped each offered limb, first the ankles, then the wrists, forming standard knots that she fervently hoped that she could undo quickly if necessary. Rachel silently wished she'd paid more attention when her mother had made her attend Girl Guides that one year. Sara lay back, enjoying the sensations of her restraint, breathing harder as the laces held her wrists and ankles securely to her seat. Finally, Rachel rose to her bare feet, studying her work in the diffused light. Sara lay outstretched, tied to the chair, her eyes closed, her still damp body glistening in the moonlight. Rachel glanced around quickly. Still nobody stirring. They were still alone. She briefly considered wrapping the towel around herself again, to give herself some hope of modesty, but decided that the gentle breeze against her skin felt as tender and soft as her lover currently bound to the lounge. She really didn't want to cover up; it was just her skittish mind playing with her again. Rachel's mind raced, not quite sure what to do now that she had Sara helpless. What did Sara want her to do? Making up her mind, she knelt in the sand near Sara's head. The girls gazed into one another's eyes, until Rachel lowered her head gently, allowing her lips to brush Sara's warm lips. They fell quickly into a passionate kiss, their tongues gently touching, exploring one another. Sara, pulled gently at her bonds, wanting more. Rachel rose, smiling. She straddled the reclining woman, allowing her center to rest on Sara's tummy. Rachel gasped as she felt her own arousal quickening with the contact, even such soft innocent contact down there. The portion of her mind connected to her touch senses was driving her to forget her exposure, forget her behaviour, and just feel. Her fingers found Sara's bare breasts, softly kneading them, caressing the soft skin. Rachel bent, letting her tongue gently lick the salt from Sara's breasts, loving the sensations of Sara's quiet moaning and squirming. She felt alive. The feelings washed over her. The emotions of love, arousal, freedom, and trust. Most of all, Sara trusted her with her body. Trusted her enough to want her to restrain her. Trusted her with the most vulnerable time of her life. She leaned forward and kissed Sara gently again on the lips. Rachel slowly moved her body, allowing her to trace her tongue down Sara's soft skin, even licking at the indent of her belly button, making Sara squirm. She finally knelt at the base of the chair, letting her head drop where Sara really wanted her. She pressed herself into the chair feeling the unfamiliar pressure of the chair slats against her bare nipples. Rachel could feel the wind flowing her hair up and over Sara's bound body as her lips kissed gently at the womanhood in front of her. She allowed her tongue to trace the soft folds, darting, exploring, pressing, caressing. She finally found Sara's rhythm. She could feel the other woman, squeezing gently against her face with her thighs as she struggled towards matching her rhythms to Rachel's soft tongue. They really hadn't known each other long enough to naturally find the pace, but Sara pressed down as best she could against the teasing of Rachel's tongue. At last she screamed into the night, pulling against her bonds as all her muscles contracted in unison without her conscious control. The chair quivered as Sara's body arched. Finally spent, Sara opened her eyes, gazing in an afterglow of pleasure at her lover still kneeling at the base of the chair. Sara pulled against the laces, and laughed. Rachel knelt and watched Sara as she fell from her peak, a smile of understanding gracing her features. She had felt like that so many times this week, and she loved giving back some of that pleasure and freedom to Sara. Her fingers worked at the knots at Sara's ankles. As she worked, she let her lips touch the tops of Sara's feet, feeling the fine grit of the sand with her lips. The knots had tightened with Sara's struggles of ecstasy and they took some work to release the tangle. Rachel idly wished again that she had paid more attention at her Girl Guide meetings. Or that girls in general were taught to tie proper knots. One never knew when it would be needed. She was having trouble concentrating and she was frustrated, in more ways than one. At last the ties came free and Sara happily kicked her legs up into the air from the chair. As she moved to release Sara's wrists, Sara spoke to her, almost just breathing the words. "Rache? Thank you so much. I've never felt anything like that. And I've wanted to do this for so long." "What? The exhibitionism? Or the shoelaces?" Rachel spoke as her fingers worked at the knots. "Both," Sara whispered slowly as though confiding in her best friend. "Glad I could help." Rachel smiled. "You want anything special tonight?" Sara asked with a mischievous grin on her face. "I'm yours." Rachel could feel the tears well up in her eyes at the words, but she fought them off. They'd promised not to cry tonight. "I. I just want to be with you." "You got me," Sara rose from the chair, letting the laces fall to the sand under the chair. She reached forward, pulling Rachel to her and hugging her. She kissed her gently. "I'm sorry, Rachel. I know you are uncomfortable out here. You want to go back to the hotel?" Sara knew that at least one of their rooms would be free. At least until after dinner was over. Rachel considered. She liked the cool breeze on her skin, and the soft gritty touch of the sand. Despite the danger, she didn't want to wait. She slowly shook her head and grinned at Sara. She pulled Sara from the chair. Both girls fell laughing into the sand, rolling, not caring what tomorrow would bring, just enjoying one another. Rachel ended up on her back, feeling the harsh heat of the day still seeping gently from the sand beneath her. She closed her eyes, concentrating on hearing the surf beside her and feeling Sara's soft fingers touching her, tracing her bare breasts, teasing the nipples. She gasped as she felt her nipples hardening still further under Sara's knowing caresses. She could feel Sara's hands brushing away loose sand from her skin. She felt so alive. Slowly, too slowly, Sara's nails traced down her body, playing in her belly button, toying gently with her sparse hair down between her legs. Rachel cried out, not caring if anyone could hear as Sara's fingers gently parted her, touched her, and caressed her aching clitoris. Sara slowly teased her, until Rachel begged quietly for her release. She felt Sara enter her with her finger, first one then two. She felt full, but it was wonderful. She gazed up at Sara's face hovering over hers, intently watching her arousal in the moonlight. She reached up, pulling Sara's gentle lips to her own, kissing her, tracing her lips with her tongue, tasting the sea. She felt her fingers touching her own nipples as Sara's fingers continued their tease between her legs. "Please?" Rachel whispered. Sara let her fingers stay on Rachel, kissing her, caressing the swollen sensitive flesh of Rachel's being. Rachel found herself moving to the rhythm of the sex, moving to the rhythm of the pounding surf, pressing herself down and feeling the pleasure wash over her bare body. She arched, crying out into Sara's mouth, gasping for air as Sara's fingers coaxed her into yet another quick contraction. Finally spent, she fell back to the sand, crying softly, digging at the sand around her with her heels and fingers. She'd never felt a multiple orgasm before, and she thought that she'd died and gone to heaven. She gazed up at Sara, whispering "Thank-you" over and over until Sara kissed her again, silencing her. The girls held each other, listening to the surf, gently kissing from time to time. The night crickets began their nightly song somewhere beyond the palms. "I could stay here all night," Rachel whispered, her head cradled on Sara's breast. "I know, sweetheart. I know. It's peaceful." "I don't want to go home tomorrow." "Shhhh. We promised." "I know. But I'm going to miss you. Horribly." Rachel felt her tears welling up, despite all her will and promises. Sara gently stroked Rachel's hair, feeling the salt and sand in it from their swim and roll on the beach. Sara loved the feel of it almost as much as Rachel liked the touch of Sara's fingers stroking through her tresses. "I'm going to miss you too. I don't want to leave either. Sweety, I feel it too." "Will you come visit me?" "I doubt if you could keep me away. Now, shush. Let's enjoy tonight as much as we can. There's no tomorrow. Okay, sweetheart?" Rachel felt her tears overflow silently; her tears traced down her flushed cheeks and fell eventually to Sara's bare breast. She knew that Sara could tell she was crying, but she didn't care. As her tears fell, she felt Sara's body hitch underneath her. She struggled for control, knowing that her tears would just cause Sara to cry as well. She wasn't a baby. She wasn't naive. She had known that this night would come. She wiped gently at her tears. The girls lay quietly in the dark. Sara spoke softly. "Rache?" "Mmm-hmmm?" Rachel was afraid of speaking too much. "You want to sleep in my room tonight?" "What about Janice?" Janice was the girlfriend with whom Sara had arrived and was sharing a room. They were good friends, but not intimate. At least not like she was with Rachel. "I think Janice is staying with some guy she met at the disco last night." Rachel raised her head and turned her face towards Sara. She brushed her lips, still tasting salt. "I'd love to." As if by agreement, the girls rose to their feet and hugged, shivering at the simple touch of their bare bodies. "I don't want to go," Rachel whispered, fighting back the tears again. The surf crashed uncaringly into the shore just beyond the naked, embracing girls standing in the sand. It was a moment before Sara could speak, fighting to keep her tears at bay. "I'm going to miss you, too, sweetheart. But there's still tonight. Don't cry yet. There's no tomorrow, while it's still tonight." _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----