*****Stuck in Paradise*****
Copyright 1994 by ADVNTR123@aol.com
"Great... just wonderful..." thought Suzy as the private jet bounced
down the runway. Her husband Jim had promised her a luxury
vacation to Mexico's "turquoise coast" and so far, this meant baby-
sitting the bosses wife... a task she enjoyed about as much as watching
Jim suck up to Mr. Consworth. "This could be the break I've needed
to get into a V.P.'s office" he told her, "so whatever you do, keep the
bosses wife happy!"
So this is what she had given up a blossoming modeling career for:
executive baby-sitter! She'd been raised in a well to do family, and
had grown accustomed to the finer things in life. Marrying Jim, who
two years ago was *just* on the verge of becoming a Vice President,
was supposed to give her the lifestyle she'd grown up with... a
fabulous life traveling to the many tropical resorts Jim's company
managed, a company jet at their disposal... well, they *were* on a
company jet, but not quite as Suzy had imagined it.
"Here it is!" announced Jim as they stepped from the plane. "The
luxury resort of tomorrow!"
She looked across at Sylvia... Mrs. Consworth... who looked about as
impressed as if she'd just been served a rat on a stick. It was a dismal
airstrip, surrounded by jungle. The flies and mosquitoes buzzed
angrily around them as the made their way to the waiting jeep. Mr.
Consworth looked around appreciably. Both he and Jim saw the area
through eyes seeing the future developments... while Suzy and Sylvia
saw only mud and bugs.
"I need a drink." Sylvia announced flatly.
Breakfast the next morning shed a new light on things, in Suzy's case
at any rate. The first completed bungalows were indeed luxurious, and
although the kitchen was yet to be completed, the presence of the "big
boss-man" had inspired the construction crew to hire in a local chef,
so the food was not bad. The area around the bungalow was
progressing nicely, and Suzy felt a little more relaxed. It was very
peaceful...
"What kind of shit is this?!?" Sylvia shrieked as she stormed up to the
lounge chairs. "No pool? No spa? and the beach ... you expect me to
lay around naked in front of 200 construction workers?!"
Mr. Consworth looked as though he'd just swallowed a large worm.
"I told you, dear, it's in the early stages of development... Jose!" he
called to one of the workers leaning on a shovel nearby. Jose' eyes
opened wide and he approached apprehensively.
"Is there a decent beach nearby for the ladies to sun on?" he asked.
Jose muttered in half Spanish about an island just a few miles from
shore.
"Great!" he confirmed. "Prepare a launch and take the ladies out
there. Tell the chef to pack them a lunch..." and looking at his wife's
scowl quietly added, "... and *lots* of gin..."
The boat ride across the choppy waters forced Suzy and Sylvia to talk
in order to distract them from getting sick. It turned out that Sylvia
was only 32 years old although her face looked more than 8 years
older than Suzy's own 24. But Suzy noticed that under the loose
fitting blouse and pants she did appear to have a decent body... not as
good as her own she thought smugly, but not bad... Suzy was never
one to hide her assets, and today wore only a string bikini top and the
shortest of white shorts over her thong bottom. At the urging of Jose
she had donned a loose white shirt, perhaps as much to protect her
from the blazing sun as to protect Jose's libido from causing him to
make a big mistake with a big-wig's wife. A few drinks loosened
Sylvia's tongue and soon Suzy knew more than she ever wanted about
Sylvia's married life and sex life... or lack there of.
As they approached the island, Suzy saw Sylvia smile for the first time
the entire trip. The boat pulled into the beautiful, sandy lagoon, and a
majestic 50-foot waterfall spilled down to the right. Small pools of
sparkling clear water formed at the base of the falls, and strangely,
only a trickle of the massive quantity of falling water ran down to the
ocean in a small stream.
"Please to stay this side of falls-stream" Jose warned, groping for
words. "Other side... bad sand...dangerous ... and not to go into
jungle... pretty ladies get lost very easy!" At this the ladies batted their
eyes and smiled sarcastically, eliciting a wide grin and blush from
Jose.
The boat hit ground about 5 feet from shore and the ladies stepped
out. Sylvia's sneakers kicked up sand in the clear water as she
splashed ashore while Suzy daintily carried her flip-flops, preferring
to feel the soft, wet sand on her bare feet. Jose slogged on behind,
carrying the cooler of provisions and dropping them with a thud in the
sand under a shady palm tree.
"Now you go!" shouted Sylvia, as though Jose were deaf, not just
speaking another language. "Ladies need privacy... no men!"
Jose didn't seem to understand (actually, he understood *perfectly*
that these two gorgeous women were going to sunbathe nude, and
certainly didn't wish to miss a bit of it!). He started to wander off
toward the jungle.
"No! Go in boat! No spy on women from trees!" She shouted
again.
Jose shrugged. "I come back in 3 hours... Ladies have plenty enough
sun by then!" he called. Soon the reluctant boat sputtered around the
bend of the island and out of sight.
"Finally!" Sylvia sighed laying out a large towel next to Suzy's. As
the two ladies began disrobing, Suzy was amazed to learn that Sylvia's
body was in fabulous shape! Her large breasts were firm and didn't
show a bit of sagging. Her large nipples were perky despite the heat
and little beads of perspiration formed on her dark tan skin. As Sylvia
removed her pants, Suzy, for the first time as long as she could
remember, felt a bit modest... she only hoped her body would avoid
cellulite as well as Sylvia's had. Not a lot of muscle, she thought, but
nice, soft, shapely curves. She tried not to stare at Sylvia's now naked
body as she removed the last of her own clothes, and noticed that she
had already gained the slightest bit of a tan line from her bikini, as
opposed to Sylvia's perfectly even tan.
As they began applying the oil to their bodies, Sylvia looked
appreciatively at Suzy's young, taut body. Oh to be younger... but a
trip to the plastic surgeon earlier this year had given her back the body
she'd once had! Although Suzy's breasts were smaller, she still had a
great build... more athletic. She looked down at Suzy's long, muscular
legs... Mmmmmm...a very strange feeling started rising in her body...
one she had never before felt.
"Could you put some suntan oil on my back?" Sylvia asked, handing
Suzy the dark bottle. She laid on her stomach and nestled into the
soft, yielding towel. Suzy began rubbing the oil onto her perfectly
tanned back. "Mmmmm," Sylvia purred, "you have strong hands! "
At this Suzy beared down a bit. She had gotten used to applying oil
and giving massages when she was a model and had no hang-ups
about touching another woman's body. Besides, after this morning's
tantrum, she'd learned that if Sylvia was happy, Jim's boss was happy,
and perhaps soon they could move into that big executive's house
they'd been dreaming of.
"Oh, yes!" Sylvia gasped as Suzy's skilled hands massaged in the
slick oil. "Are you sure you can't just move in with me?" she joked.
As Suzy's slick hands rubbed the oil into her thirsty skin, she caressed
the soft, round curves of her buttocks, causing Sylvia to begin slowly
undulating. The smile on Sylvia's face gave Suzy a small rush, and
she lingered there a moment, kneading the soft mounds. She was
surprised... she'd never had this feeling with a woman.
Sylvia rolled over.
"Now I'll do yours." Suzy laid down and soon was engulfed by
Sylvia's expert hands. Straddling her body, Suzy felt her weight on
her rear and the soft brush of her pubic hair gently tickling her. She
felt a strange intoxicating rush forming in her chest and it spread to
her thighs. Sylvia massaged around her shoulders, sides, reaching
under to her breasts, sending a tingle of pleasure through her body.
Suzy rolled over and immediately was met by Sylvia's wet lips.
Surprised, she started to resist, but Sylvia's firm caressing hands once
more resumed their work and the wave of pleasure that washed over
her was too great to resist. As Sylvia's hands caressed her breasts,
she felt her hips gyrating against her own. Slowly her own hands
began exploring the hot flesh over her, caressing her breasts and
stomach. She had never done anything like this with a woman before,
and was surprised to feel another body with the same construction as
her own. Her lips began responding and her tongue searching as
much as Sylvia's. Soon, Sylvia rolled to the side and their hands
began to wander down to the mounds of glistening wet hair, Suzy's
natural blonde hair was soon under the control of another hand than
her own, and she found through the cloud of sensations that her own
hand was busily working the moist mound in the middle of Sylvia's
dark bush. Each woman knew exactly what points gave the most
pleasure and how to arouse that response. As they did the things that
they'd always wanted done to themselves, both women began to arch,
moaning, writhing, fingers moving faster and faster... until Sylvia
climaxed in full orgasm.
Sylvia rolled over and lay on her back with a wide grin. Suzy's
trembling body, still yearning for release, lay next to her, feeling used.
She felt as though Sylvia had drained some of the life from her body,
and she retreated a few inches from Sylvia.
"What's the matter? You were great! There's nothing to be ashamed
of!" she said.
Suzy gasped. "I'm not a whore! How dare you talk to me that way..."
She sat up and put on her sandals and the loose shirt Jose had given
her. Although it didn't cover much she felt the need to wear it, and the
sand was getting to hot for her soft feet. Trembling, she wandered
down the beach, deep in thought... how could she have done this? I
mean, treat the bosses wife politely, o.k. She'd even put up with her
bitchy spells... fine... and this had all started out just her way of being
nice... but then it started to feel soo good... why? ... and why did the
bitch stop just when she was really enjoying it?!?
As Suzy splashed across the little stream the cool water trickled over
her beautiful red toenails, washing off the hot white sand. She saw
Sylvia walking up behind her, wearing her sneakers and blouse. She
didn't feel ready to face her yet, so quickened her pace a bit.
"Wait!" Sylvia called. "Let me explain..." Suzy quickened her pace,
the more solid, wet sand on this side being easier to run on. After a
few steps it softened up again, but remained wet.
"...just a minute!" called Sylvia in more earnest. Suzy stopped, her
flip-flops squishing into the wet sand. She heard Sylvia squish up
behind her.
"Eeeew...if you had to pout, why do it over in this mess?" she quietly
mussed looking at her dirty sneakers as they squished in and out of
the sand as she paced nervously.
Suzy snorted: What a bitch! She never thought about anyone but
herself! She started to stomp off, but the mucky sand sucked her
sandals off her feet with a slurp. She decided to leave them and as she
walked back, her bare feet squished more easily into the wet sand,
which swallowed her feet to the ankle.
"Great," Suzy thought looking at her wiggling, muddy toes, "there
goes a $50 pedicure..."
Sylvia stood, nervously pacing in place in the goo. "Look, I'm sorry!
I'm just used to everyone doing everything for me! I just..." as she
started to follow Suzy, she found that the mud sucked firmly at her
sneakers, now completely under the surface. She pulled at the left
foot, which didn't budge. Trying the right foot, she jerked her knees
violently in rage as it too remained unyielding. The surrounding sand
rippled as she moved and rapidly began turning into a thick slurry.
"Oh, this is great! The dry sand's to hot for bare feet and now I have
to loose *my* shoes too..." she complained as she started to bend
over to undo the shoelaces. Her jerking tirade had worked her in up to
her calves. She now noticed that she was slowly but surely sinking.
Suzy noticed this also as the sand around her bare feet began to shift.
She pulled her left foot out with a reluctant slurp, and as her muscular
legs strained to pull out her right foot, her left foot sank in nearly to
her knee. A wave of panic hit her.
"This is quicksand!" she shouted. Sylvia was quickly convinced of
this as the thick mire around her liquefied more with each movement
she made. In a panic, she struggled frantically, causing her to sink to
her thighs. "Help me!" she whimpered, "help me..."
Suzy was too busy working her way to the edge to be able to help
Sylvia. Remembering a novel she had read, she dropped to her hands
and knees, which readily sank in the now liquid goo. She began
crawling out, the wet muddy sand coating her arms and weighing her
down. It was more solid where she was, and so she didn't sink as
fast as Sylvia, but because of the thickness the mud sucked more
strongly at her slender arms and muscular legs. She groaned, every
muscle straining as she struggled through the quicksand. The mud
squished between her toes, a sensation she loved, but at this time it
was both terrifying and somehow, as it oozed into her warm crotch,
magically, it was still a little erotic! Adrenaline rushed through her
veins as she slowly swam toward the edge. By now only her head
remained clean and above the surface, but she found that she was
floating... she wasn't going to sink! She looked back across the pit.
Sylvia was up to her stomach and still wiggling about and
whimpering.
"Stop struggling! You'll float if you don't struggle!" Suzy called.
Sylvia became still. "I'm still sinking!" She called. But she noticed
that she wasn't sinking as fast, and she started to feel the support of
the thick solid/liquid around her body. She pushed with her hands,
but the mire hungrily devoured her arms. Once under, the sticky
sand weighed her down even more and as she tried to remove her
arms, the mud sucked tenaciously at her limbs... her thighs... her....
A strange ripple went through her body.
Suzy's hands now struck firm ground, and she began to haul her
mud-caked body out of the bog. The mud coated her body with
about 1-2 inches of thick, tar-like goo and she felt like she weighed a
ton. The combination of sun and struggle had exhausted her and she
lay still on the edge, her legs still partially submerged in the mire.
Once the mud had reached over Sylvia's large breasts, she found that
she floated, but she sank in further whenever she moved. Once she
stopped struggling, she would again float back up to the same
buoyancy point.
"See, " Suzy called, "you won't get 'sucked under'... that's just movie
crap!" She slowly extracted one leg from the settling sands. Now
that they weren't struggling, the sands settled down and began re-
solidifying. This made pulling her legs out even harder. She jerked
frustratedly until the bog loosened a bit and released it's grip with a
loud slurrrrp. Sitting up, she looked across to Sylvia. She remained
at about shoulder depth, her arms now trapped in the solidifying
sand. Her long, black hair rested on the surface, half submerged, and
she now had a quiet look of resignation on her face. "I just wanted to
feel good again..." she sobbed.
Suzy stood up, her strength beginning to return. She started to wipe
off the mud that had caked onto her body. It weighed easily as much
as she did. So this was why it was so hard to get out!
"Are you sinking?" she called.
"No..." Sylvia replied weakly, "But I can't move a muscle!"
"Don't! At least until we start to get you out!" Suzy called back.
She began looking around for a branch or something. She saw some
brush back by the waterfalls. "I suppose we could wait for Jose to
return..." she said
"No!" Sylvia cried "No! I'll do anything to get out now! This is
terrible! I'm completely helpless!"
At this Suzy stopped. She was standing in front of a broken piece of
plywood that had washed up on shore from some wreck. As her toes
wiggled in the muck a strange sensation began in her gooey feet and
traveled up her legs to between her thighs. With a grin, she thought:
...anything?
Dragging the sheet of wood back to the bog, she dropped it and
began walking around the suspended head. As she neared the edge
closest to the falls, she felt the ground start to shift in that familiar
way and barely managed to step back before one foot slipped in to
her ankle. As she pulled it out with a loud pop, Sylvia asked what
she was doing.
"Looking for the closest solid ground to you..." she replied,
continuing around the back. On this side there was less sand and
more smooth, slippery mud, but it was solid underneath. Now out of
danger, she squished in the warm, soft mud, enjoying the feeling of it
squishing between her perfect toes. She'd done foot modeling
before, and chuckled as she wondered what her agent would say if he
saw her feet now...slurping in and out of the inky mud...
"Stop playing and get me out of here! I could die in this shit!" Sylvia
barked.
"Yes, you could, so you'd better shut up and do as I say, or else Jose
will need a very long rope to pull up your body from the depths of
this pit!" she replied in a tone that even surprised her. Sylvia got a
shocked look on her face at actually being commanded in such a tone
and froze.
She retrieved the plywood and after taking off and dropping her
heavy, muddy shirt, slid around to the muddy side again, facing
Sylvia's now quiet head. She laid down face first into the mud, with
the plywood in front of her. Slithering naked in the six inch deep
goo, she felt a small wave of pleasure ripple through her as the soft
lotion-like mud caressed her breasts and thighs. It covered her body
like cream and she slid forward only with the most wide, sensual
motions, sending wave after wave of intoxicating enjoyment up her
spine. She rolled over and felt her butt-cheeks become slippery and
wet as the smooth mud oozed up between them and pushed out the
coarse sand. She felt like just staying there, writhing in the sucking,
caressing, safe and shallow mud, but then remembered the plans she
had in store for Sylvia. She started forward again.
As soon as she felt the ground become more like the gritty, shifting
quicksand, she slid the board forward right up to Sylvia's helpless
head. Sylvia tried to pull her arms out to reach it, but only succeeded
in forcing herself in deeper, to her neck.
"Stop trying to pull your arms out!" Suzy warned, " you'll only force
yourself under. You'll just have to wait until *I* pull you out!"
Sylvia noticed an edge to Suzy's voice and saw a strange glint in her
eye. Although she wasn't having to struggle much, she still seemed
to be breathing hard...
As she slid her slick, glistening body onto the plywood, she slithered
up close to Sylvia's face. "...and I'll pull you out when I'm darn good
and ready!" she said wickedly as she licked Sylvia's large red lips.
Sylvia's eyes grew wide... "Wha... what do you mean?" she asked
trembling in a combination of fear and anticipation. She had never
enjoyed the company of women, but had always been in control,
especially when using the sex-toys her husband bought them. But
now she was completely helpless. The thick mire sucked at her butt
and thighs as she squirmed a little. This combined with the building
erotic adrenaline rush of fear and the sight of Suzy's wet lips so near
her helpless own caused her to let out a little gasp. Suzy recognized
it for what it was and smiled.
"Good... but this time *I'll* be satisfied!" she said, sitting up on the
plywood. She spread her legs around Sylvia's head and watched as
her wet, muddy pussy approached her twitching lips.
"But... but it's all muddy..." Sylvia protested.
"Nobody said that *you'd* enjoy this!" Suzy said firmly. "Now if
you want to get out... LICK!"
Sylvia hesitated, but as Suzy's legs pressed down on her shoulders,
she felt herself sink in up to her chin.
"LICK!" Suzy commanded.
Sylvia now eagerly obliged. As her lips worked through the thin
coating of slimy mud, they found their mark and her tongue began
doing its job. Suzy arched her back, finally receiving the attention
that Jim had so often denied her, and a huge wave of passion washed
over her. More and more Sylvia worked her head, sucking and
licking at her mistress of the mud. The motion caused her to writhe
slightly, slightly loosening the sand and causing it to suck erotically
at her skin all over her body. Sylvia and her husband had gotten into
the occasional B & D, but this was the real thing and she found the
real and present risk to be an incredible intoxication. Against her
minds better judgment, she moved her hands in the ever more fluid
bog and began caressing herself, doubling the actions of her tongue.
Suzy was surprised when Sylvia began moaning in unison with her,
but found she was powerless to stop... somehow, even now, Sylvia
and her magic tongue were in control! She pushed down with her
thighs onto Sylvia's shoulders, forcing her under a bit against the
buoyancy.
"Stop...gasp... enjoying... gasp... your-... gasp... self... oooohhhh!"
she began to climax and as the long, excruciatingly long moan began,
she let up on Sylvia's shoulders. Sylvia's writhing body rose to it's
former point. The surrounding sand had become a semi-liquid again,
about the consistency of a McDonald's shake, and as Suzy came in a
full orgasm, she sat up on her butt, pulling her legs into the air.
The added force combined with the weaker support of the sand
caused the plywood to splinter into a million pieces, plunging Suzy
into the mire right beside Sylvia, her body wrapped around hers. In
the final stages of orgasm, neither was able to do anything about it
until they could regain control of their bodies.
Holding each other, feeling each other's wet, slick body pressed up
against their own, they froze in fear.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." Suzy muttered repeatedly.
Sylvia looked at her and pulled her close. "If we are going to die, I
want you to know that this has been the most incredible experience
I've ever shared with anyone. I'm sorry for how I treated you."
Suzy smiled. "...and if we ever get out of this mess, Harry should
just give Jim that damn promotion and stop dragging us wives
around!"
They laughed nervously, causing the mud to ripple and causing them
to sink to their chins. They froze and pulled each other close.
"I'd like that ... it's a nice though... it's too bad we'll..."
As the mud lapped up to their earlobes, they heard the sound of
Jose's sputtering motorboat starting, and looking back, saw him
coming around from his silent watchpoint on the other side of the
island.
As he approached the shore near them, he shouted out "Hola!" then
in English: "I see you ladies found the goddess's vagina... I warn you
to stay out of that area, but you never listened! " As he threw the
rope to them, one by one they pulled the loop around their shoulders
and Jose laboriously pulled them to the beach and water, where they
crawled into the little boat.
"What did you call that spot?" Sylvia asked incredulously.
"On this island, is the goddess of womanhood. I makes women
behave *very* strangely to one another... That warm, wet spot called
the goddess's vagina... it feel very good to get into, so good it trap
women! To bad Jose don't get to participate, but..." admiring the
naked, muddy, exhausted bodies in front of him with a wink, he
added:
" ...it *is* fun to watch!"
And with that the motor coughed and sped them back to the
mainland.