Maybe she DID fall down the cliff
Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved Vada Foster
The oscillating fan spun feebly, pushing the heat from one corner of the room
to the other without ever quite touching it. Christine sprawled on the cream
colored sofa with an unopened bottle of drinking water that she rolled across
her forehead every few minutes to try to mitigate the unrelenting heat. She
had tried putting a damp washcloth on her head, but within minutes it had
warmed to the point where it was almost as uncomfortable as having nothing at
all. The hottest day of the year was most definitely not the day she would
have chosen to have her air conditioner bite the dust.
With a groan, she dragged herself off the sofa and through the expansive,
lavishly furnished living room, into her massive kitchen. She opened the
refrigerator door and stood there for a few minutes letting the cool air waft
over her. Not wishing to cause the contents of the fridge to spoil, she finally
closed it and went to the sink, where she filled her hands with cool water and
splashed it over her face and arms. The water felt delicious, and she thought
about filling the bathtub with ice and climbing in. Then she glanced out her
window to the Pacific Ocean only a few hundred yards away, and slapped her
head. She didn't need ice; that water would be very cool, and was hers for the
asking on her private beach.
"Ohhh, yeah," she said aloud to nobody. "Just the ticket."
She began disrobing as she made her way to her bedroom, tossing the clothes in
a heap on the chair. The maid would get them the next day, she rationalized.
And once she had decided to take a dip in the ocean, nothing was going to slow
her down. She grabbed a very skimpy two piece suit out of a drawer and pulled
the bottom part up over her smooth, tanned legs until it fell into place over a
small portion of her perfectly rounded cheeks. The tanning bed in her gym
insured that she would be uniformly brown all year round, and the Nautilus
equipment provided the figure that left countless men and women drooling
whenever her body was exposed to their view on the silver screen. Her home
contained everything she could possibly want to maintain the image that she had
worked so hard to achieve except, at this particular time, a functioning air
conditioner.
After donning the top of her suit, which was little more than two tiny
triangles attached to a bunch of strings, she grabbed one of the large towels
from her bathroom cupboard. She made her way once again to the kitchen, where
she took a fresh bottle of Evian water from the fridge. She tossed everything
in a mesh bag and added the latest Melissa Good novel she was reading, and her
sunglasses. Disabling the security system, she stepped out onto the wooden deck
and immediately jumped back into the house. The wood scorched her bare feet
before she could take two steps. Grumbling, she dropped the mesh bag by the
door and went back to her room, fishing her sandals out of the closet.
She made her way carefully down the wooden ladder that led to the beach quite a
few feet below the level of her yard. To the south a sheer granite cliff
ensured her privacy, and on the north, a wooden fence eight feet high ran from
her backyard all the way to the jumble of rocks on the beach that separated her
private beach from the one next door. In all her years in this house, she had
only seen people on that beach two or three times, and she was reasonably
certain they were not the neighbors themselves, but caretakers making use of
the beach. She might have known if she bothered to get to know the neighbors,
but in this very expensive area it was rare to even know them by sight, let
alone to talk with. Thus it came as something of a shock when she reached the
lower level of the stairs and saw a young woman lying on a towel...on
her
stretch of beach.
Christine stopped and stared, unable to fathom how someone had managed to gain
access to her private beach. She took the last few steps down the stairs and
then stopped again and let her eyes truly take in the woman on the beach. The
woman was lying on her stomach with her arms stretched up by her head. The
muscles in those arms were clearly visible even from a distance, and, Christine
noted, so were the calf and thigh muscles. The intruder's hair was a natural
blonde with streaks that appeared to have truly been made by the sun, and she
wore only the bottom half of a very small bikini. It appeared that she had
shifted recently, as a very small white area on her left cheek was exposed,
revealing a tan line that made Christine's own body almost pale by comparison.
The actress knew she should stop staring and go evict this trespasser from her
property, but she could not seem to drag her eyes away from the curves and
lines that made up the young woman's body. She could not see her face, but she
imagined it must be as exquisite as the rest of the package. She snorted to
think how hard she worked to try to maintain a body that did not seem half as
nice as did the one of the woman on the beach. Her resentment of this unknown
person for simply looking as she did was enough to propel her off the stairs
and down the beach.
Christine stopped a few feet away and dropped her mesh bag in the sand. The
sound, as well as the shadow that Christine's body cast over the intruder,
caused the young woman to look up. At first she could not see clearly -
Christine had the sun behind her, and it haloed her entire body, leaving her
face a dark blur. She shaded her eyes and gradually the features of the woman
standing above her began to materialize. Her mouth dropped open and she blinked
a few times, unable to believe she was truly seeing Christine Westlake, movie
star.
"This is a private beach. Would you mind telling me just what you think
you're doing here?"
That gravely voice belonged to Christine Westlake, all right. No mistaking it.
Kim sprung up from her towel, forgetting that she was not wearing a bikini top.
She considered crossing her arms to hide her near nudity, but it seemed
pointless. The top the movie star was wearing revealed almost as much of her
own breasts. "I was just sunbathing," she replied, working hard to
control the quaver in her voice. She could not help but notice that Christine's
eyes had not left her breasts for several seconds, and the look on that famous
face was one of pure lust. Kim had never dared to hope that the rumors about
Christine being a lesbian were true, but if that look was any indication, she
was every bit as gay as Kim was.
"I can see that," Christine growled, " but how in hell did you
get here? I could call the cops and have you arrested."
"I climbed down the cliff," she replied casually, pointing
unnecessarily to the sheer rock cliff to the south. Christine turned and looked
at the face of rock that did not look like anything a human being could
possibly climb. She looked skeptically at the young trespasser and was about to
make a comment, when Kim continued. "I'm a rock climber. Your cliff is
about the best one around for climbing. I've been coming down here about three
times a week all summer. I live in the Golden Strand condominium complex about
two miles north of here. I jog over, climb down, and then relax on the beach
for an hour or so before climbing up and jogging home again. I've never seen
anyone on the beach, or I wouldn't have made myself at home."
A rock climber. That would explain the strong arms and legs,
Christine thought. And possibly the non-existent fingernails, although there
were certainly other reasons for maintaining short fingernails. She smiled in
spite of herself, and Kim noticed before Christine could put her angry face
back on again.
"Well you'll have to stop doing that. I hate to think of the lawsuit if
you should fall and break an arm or leg...or worse
." Not to mention it would be a crime to harm a hair of that wonderful body
, she mused.
Kim simply nodded and reached down to gather up her beach towel. She rolled it
up in a tight cylinder and started walking to where she had left her clothes
and climbing gear at the base of the cliff. Christine watched as the younger
woman began to cover her delicious body with clothes, and then realized she did
not want to see her go.
"Wait," she said, and Kim turned to see what she wanted. Christine
strolled to where Kim sat on the beach, pulling on a sock. Abandoning all
thoughts of shoes and socks, Kim smiled as she watched the movie star approach.
Her motions were like music, floating smoothly across the sand. Yep, that body
had been the inspiration for many a fantasy on those occasions when she had no
lover to share her bed. Like now. Kim could feel herself getting wet just
watching her walk. And when Christine stopped in front of her and raised her
eyebrow and smiled, Kim was reasonably certain she was either dreaming, or had
died and gone to heaven. Maybe she
did
fall down the cliff and break her neck. Yeah, that could be it. But Christine
looked so real, sounded so real. "I was just about to go for a swim,"
Christine's voice brought her back to the moment. "I'm not much of a
swimmer, so I wondered if you might want to...go in the water with me. I'd
feel much safer."
"Uh....sure," Kim managed to croak. "I should...put on the
rest of my bathing suit first." She started to dig around in the rolled up
towel for the bathing suit top she had abandoned earlier.
"You don't need it", Christine purred. "Nobody will see you in
the water. Be comfortable." Kim was about to say that when she stood at
the top of the cliff, preparing to climb down, she had a clear view of the
water, as well as the beach. Then she shrugged and tossed the bathing suit top
onto a heap with her climbing boots and khaki shorts. She really was more
comfortable without the top on.
"Okay, lets...swim." Christine reached around to grasp the ties on
her flimsy bikini top.
"I'm afraid I'll lose this in the water," she explained, dropping the
minuscule garment beside Kim's clothes.
Kim's heart, which had been pounding against her ribcage like a kitten in a
cage, now more closely resembled a caged lion. She knew she was staring at the
movie star's body and that she should not, but she could not seem to drag her
eyes away. She felt a flush spread over her cheeks, and she finally lowered her
gaze, embarrassed to be so obvious about her desire. She heard Christine
chuckle; the woman clearly was enjoying watching her fidget.
"I think it's only right we introduce ourselves since we seem destined to
be...friends," Christine said, extending her hand. Kim placed her own
callused hand in Christine's, and feeling the softness there, wished that
- just for the moment - she was not a rock climber. "I'm
Christine Westlake."
Kim laughed and Christine looked at her quizzically. "I'd have to have
just flown in from Mars not to know who you are. I'm Kim Brooks. Part time rock
climber, part time aerobics instructor, and full time fan of yours."
Christine narrowed her eyes and studied Kim's face as she asked, "Is that
why you've been using my beach? Just trying to get to me?"
"No, no, not at all. I really had no idea whose beach this was. I just
liked your cliff. Honestly."
Satisfied that the young woman was sincere, Christine smiled and said,
"Okay, Kim Brooks, let's get wet. Oh, and you can call me Chris. All my
friends do."
"Thanks, Chris. Race you to the water!" Kim took off running before
the words were even out of her mouth, and Chris yelled something about not
being fair even as she began sprinting after Kim.
Chris' legs were longer than Kim's were, and they reached the water at almost
the same time. Both dove headfirst into a wave and came up on the other side
within inches of each other, the motion of the water causing their nipples to
actually brush together. Kim felt a chill run the length of her body that she
knew had nothing to do with the coolness of the water. Her nipples had
immediately responded to the feather light touch from the movie star's breasts
and were pointing out sharply from her breasts.
Chris saw a look pass over Kim's face as their bodies touched, and she glanced
down to see the rock climber's erect nipples. Her mouth fairly watered just
thinking about pulling those tantalizing pellets into her mouth and rolling
them around on her tongue. "Looks like your little soldiers are standing
at attention," she smiled and inclined her head toward Kim's breasts.
"Yours aren't exactly at parade rest," Kim responded with a grin, and
Chris looked down to see that hers were indeed erect.
"You got me there," Chris said with a laugh. "And what are we
going to do about all of these military personnel?"
"This," Kim whispered, dropping to her knees in the water, her mouth
almost on a perfect level with Chris' breasts. She wrapped her arms around
Chris' thighs to anchor herself close to the movie star, and brushed her lips
lightly over the points of the tantalizing mounds in front of her. She breathed
on the damp skin and watched it pucker. Goose flesh raised up on her own
breasts and arms in response to the obvious effect she was having on Chris.
Finally, she parted her lips and pushed just the tip of her tongue out to touch
the tip of Chris' breast, and then lightly circled the aureole, tasting salt
and excitement in equal parts.
Chris drew in several tiny breaths in succession, and then expelled it all with
a sigh. It had been months since she had been with a woman, since before she
had gone to New Zealand on location. She knew Kim would probably not believe
that she did not have a different woman in her bed every night, but she truly
almost never took advantage of the steady stream of volunteers who made it
obvious they would be available to her any time she wanted them. But there was
something about Kim; almost from the first moment she had seen her on the
beach, she knew she wanted to make love with her.
Kim raised her hands to cup the rounded mounds of Chris' bottom and pulled the
movie star closer to her, to gain full access to her breasts. She opened her
mouth and sucked in one delicious breast, her tongue flicking over the nipple
and then circling it even as she sucked. Chris moaned when she released the
soft flesh and then gasped again when she took the other one in her mouth.
Kim's fingers played up and down Chris' back and then returned to the soft
inviting globes that were barely covered by the bikini. She teased her fingers
under the edge of the garment and could feel the wet hair underneath.
"Ohhh," Chris moaned, spreading her legs in the water both to keep
her balance, and to give the woman before her greater access to her mound.
Needing no second invitation, Kim pulled the fabric of the thong to one side,
feeling the lips of Chris' vulva as they were exposed to her exploring fingers.
She ran her finger lightly inside the lips, traveling up one side of the
opening and down the other. The wetness she found there was warmer...
thicker...wetter, than the water of the Pacific Ocean that cradled them. Kim
touched the folds of skin... softly, lightly, not wanting to do too much too
soon. She wanted this to last for a long, long time. She began to lick the
skin between Chris' breasts, her tongue working its way down the lithe tanned
body until she came to the taut abdomen. Just as she was about to circle the
navel with her tongue, a wave came and knocked her off balance. Since she still
had a firm grip around Chris' waist, the movie star toppled with her, both of
them going under the wave. They came up a few moments later, sputtering and
laughing.
"Maybe this is not such a good idea," Chris gasped between fits of
laughter. She shook her head to fling off the salt water before it ran from her
hair into her eyes. Kim was still wallowing in the water trying to regain her
footing. Chris grasped her hand and righted her, and the two women balanced on
their knees with the surf rocking them slowly.
"Maybe not, " Kim agreed, "but I don't want to let you go long
enough to get out of the water." She leaned forward, touching Chris' lips
with her own for the first time. They were soft as melted butter, and Kim's
tongue could not resist tasting them. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly
around Chris' mouth, gently asking that she open her mouth to allow her
entrance. With a sigh, Chris did just that, and Kim took advantage, letting her
tongue enter the movie star's mouth. She felt Chris' tongue as it danced around
her own, exploring, tasting, and memorizing.
Without allowing their lips to part, Kim wrapped her arms around Chris, pulling
her close. Then she ran her hands down the sides of Chris' body and grasping
Chris' legs just behind her knees, she pulled her legs apart. She spread her
own legs in the same way to give them both a greater measure of stability. Once
again Kim wrapped her arms around Chris, this time pulling the movie star close
so that their mounds were touching through the almost non-existent fabric of
their bathing suits. Chris moaned and leaned over so that the tips of their
breasts also touched as the water eddied around their bodies. She took
advantage of the closeness to lean over and kiss Kim's neck just below her ear,
and she continued kissing and licking until she had made the trip to the other
ear. Kim leaned her head back in open invitation, and Chris took full
advantage. Cupping Kim's breasts in her hands, Chris brought first one and then
the other to her mouth, laving each nipple with her tongue and sucking just the
tip into her mouth. A wave caught her as she was preparing to shift once again
to the breast on which she had first lavished her attention, and she was tossed
toward the shore, leaving Kim on her knees in the surf, laughing.
"This is so not going to work," Chris grumbled as she got to her
feet. She turned and looked at Kim, still on her knees a few feet away and the
surge of desire that flowed through her made her almost collapse. "I like
a water bed as much as the next woman, but this is nuts. C'mon, let's go find
something a little less..." She searched for a word but could not find
it.
"Moveable?" Kim supplied questioningly, holding out her hand to Chris
to pull her to her feet.
"It'll do," Chris answered, tugging her up and then making her way
toward the shore with Kim firmly in tow. Picking up the mesh bag she had
dropped on the beach, Chris started toward the house, but Kim veered off in the
direction of the cliff. Chris looked at her questioningly.
"I know just the spot," Kim suggested. She led Chris to the base of
the cliff, near where her boots and clothes had been abandoned, and pointed to
a spot where the rock overhung the beach creating a small alcove. It was out of
sight of anybody from either the cliff or the house next door, and was out of
the sun. Kim grabbed her large beach towel and Chris dug around in her mesh bag
and pulled out her towel as well. "C'mon," Kim said grinning as she
grabbed Chris' hand and propelled her toward the spot she had chosen.
"This whole area of beach is very visible from up there. I know. I always
check to make sure it's deserted before I climb down."
"Seems like you know my backyard better than I do," Chris said with a
laugh, as she spread her towel out in the shade of the rocky cliff.
"I want to know a lot more than your backyard..." Kim blushed to
think how her words might be interpreted. "I mean... I..." Her
words trailed off as she looked into Chris' eyes and realized just exactly who
it was she was about to make love with. Chris raised her eyebrow in the way
that had made her famous...at least in the crowd Kim called her friends.
Kim's heart did the same double back flip it did the first time she saw Chris'
face. Embarrassed, Kim spread out her towel beside Chris' and dropped to the
ground, her face averted.
"I want that too," the movie star said softly. She tenderly touched
Kim's face and turned it toward her. "I want to know every inch of you,
inside and out," she dropped to her knees on the towel beside Kim so that
their eyes were on the same level. Kim swallowed hard as she fell into the
endless green of Chris' eyes. "Top and bottom," Chris continued, her
lips only a breath away from Kim's.
"Ohhh," Kim moaned against Chris' incredibly soft lips. And then
Chris' tongue was there, lightly tasting Kim's lips. Kim parted her lips to
allow Chris entry to her mouth, and the movie star gently explored Kim's mouth
and tongue. Chris moved her body so that she was lying full out beside the rock
climber, and where their bodies touched, a mountain range of chill bumps
erupted on both bodies. Kim shivered and reached over to pull the taller woman
on top of her body as if she were a blanket. The entire move was accomplished
without breaking the kiss.
Kim could feel Chris' mound just above her own, the heat searing her, igniting
a fire within her. She parted her legs and felt Chris' thigh against her
center, rubbing against the thin material that still separated the two women.
"I want...feel your skin..." Kim gasped when Chris broke off
the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck.
Chris licked the little cup at the base of Kim's neck and tasted salt water.
Kissing up the other side of her neck, she whispered, "Not yet. I want you
to be crazy for me before I take that off."
Kim trapped Chris' leg between thighs that had the strength of a rock climber,
and she grasped Chris' shoulders and deftly flipped them over so that she was
on top. "Two can play that game, darlin.' And I
am
crazy for you. See for yourself." She gently took Chris' hand and guided
it to the cleft in her legs. Nudging the fabric of her bikini aside, she urged
Chris to touch the folds of skin. At the merest touch, the flower opened up to
her fingers, and indeed, Kim was so wet that Chris' fingers were immediately
moist all the way to her hand. Chris moaned in anticipation of tasting all the
wetness her fingers encountered.
"You win," Chris said with a grin. "Take 'em off..."
"Not just mine," Kim whispered, kissing the corners of Chris' mouth,
and running her tongue over Chris' soft lips.
"No...both...take mine off too. Please." Chris punctuated the
last word by grinding her mound into Kim's.
"Yessss," Kim hissed, her mouth still lingering against the now
parted lips of the movie star. She rolled off Chris and onto her side, and
reached down to grasp the top of her bathing suit, dragging it quickly over her
hips and tossing it aside. She then took hold of Chris' suit, and began to tug.
Chris obliged by raising her bottom off the towel until the suit had been
peeled down to her thighs, and then she raised her legs up so that Kim would
not have to reach so far to remove the tiny garment.
The first thing Kim noticed was that Chris had no tan line whatsoever. Her
tanned washboard abs melted right into the pale brown hair that barely covered
her mound. Clearly the movie star had recently had a bikini wax as there was
just the smallest bit of hair to mask the treat that Kim knew she would soon be
sampling first hand. Kim brushed her hand lightly over Chris' skin, from the
top of her shoulder down to the tiny triangle of hair. Her fingers touched the
curls and felt the moist warmth that was not due to a recent dip in the ocean.
"Oh...you are so incredibly soft...exciting," she murmured, her
lips now pressed against the base of Chris' neck. "I want to please
you...taste you...melt into you." She kissed the underside of
Chris' chin and then rose higher on her elbow to reach her lips. She could feel
a sigh escape from the movie star just as their lips met, and she knew without
a doubt that the woman of her dreams wanted that every bit as much as she did.
That realization once again caused the muscles of her stomach to clench, and
the wetness from her center now flowed down her thigh. She didn't know if she
could survive such an intense moment, but if she did not, her life would not
have been forfeit in vain.
Kim rolled on top of Chris, her nipples hard as pebbles at the slightest
encounter with the movie star's breasts. Chris' arms wrapped around her middle,
and her hands began to gently knead Kim's taut cheeks. Chris' legs parted so
that Kim's thigh was between her own, their mounds touching, creating an
electrical charge that caused them both to moan and writhe against each other.
Kim slid her body down until her mouth was poised above Chris' breast. She ran
her tongue over the end to moisten it, and then softly blew on the damp skin,
watching as it gathered into a tiny point covered with lines that resembled the
desert after a flash flood. She drew the nipple into her mouth and ran her
tongue around and around it. The very tips of her teeth teased at the hardened
flesh, and then she sucked as much of Chris' breast into her mouth as she
could, nursing as she kneaded her other breast with her hand.
Chris' head began to roll from side to side, and she thrust her mound against
the hard muscle of Kim's thigh. The strength of the woman amazed her...and
excited her beyond anything she had experienced before. She put her hands on
Kim's shoulders and gently pushed her down, no longer able to wait to feel the
rock climber's hands and mouth in the place that now screamed for attention.
Not to be hurried, Kim moved slowly down Chris' body, tasting the salt beneath
her breasts, running her tongue along the curve of her ribcage, kissing the
taut yet soft flesh on her abdomen. When finally she felt the hair tickling
the bottom of her chin, she put her hands on the inside of Chris' thighs and
gently pushed them apart to allow her full access to the movie star. Moisture
glistened on the coral colored lips and trickled down to pool on the towel
beneath Chris, and Kim knew she did not want to waste any more of that glorious
nectar. She licked the crease between Chris's thigh and her mound, then brushed
her lips so softly over the hair that Chris could feel only a breath, as she
moved to the other side to run her tongue up that crease as well.
"Oh, please..." Chris moaned, her fingers clutching and releasing
Kim's shoulders as she teased her by keeping her tongue just out of reach of
Chris' thrusting hips.
That was what Kim had been waiting for. She parted the hairs with her fingers,
exposing the nether lips to her view. She brushed her lips slowly over the
quivering flesh, and then teased her tongue between the folds. Dropping her
hands to Chris' thighs, she reached beneath them and wrapped her arms firmly
around them. This gave her control over the movie star's movements, and opened
up her hot center to Kim's questing mouth.
Kim was in no hurry to bring Chris to release. She teased with her tongue until
it seemed as if Chris were on the verge of coming, and then moved away from the
sensitive nub. She had sucked on her clit until it was as large as her nipple
had been, and every movement from her talented mouth made the movie star strain
even harder against her. Chris' head was tossing back and forth and her moans
urged Kim to pick up her pace and stop teasing. She removed her right arm from
around Chris' thigh, and in one quick movement thrust two fingers inside of her
lover, never missing a beat with her tongue.
"Oh! Oh! I... oh Kim, please, I need...." Even as she spoke,
her hips were rising off the ground, and the rock climber stayed with her, her
hand and tongue a blur. "Yes, that's it, yesssss!" Chris orgasm
turned her inside out with its intensity, and then continued to rock her for
several moments. When at last she could take no more, she dropped back to the
ground; Kim still clinging to her as tenaciously as she must cling to the sides
of the rocks she climbed.
Kim stayed where she was, feeling Chris' pulse racing and the muscles of her
vagina still holding firmly to her fingers. She softly lapped at the folds of
skin to get the last of the nectar from it, until Chris' hand touched the top
of her head. She looked up from her favorite task to see a smile playing at the
corners of Chris' mouth.
"Come up here, you," Chris said softly. "I want to feel you on
top of me again. And when I catch my breath, I am going to make the most
beautiful love to you until you beg me to stop."
Kim crawled up Chris' body as she asked, and once again they were lying breast
to breast, mound to mound. Sweat from Kim's exertion dripped from her body onto
Chris', and from Chris onto the towel under her body.
Chris kissed Kim on the lips, tasting herself there, making her long to taste
Kim's own sweetness. "Tell me something," she whispered softly as she
kissed Kim's cheek.
"Anything," Kim said huskily.
"Do you have air conditioning in that place where you live?"
The End