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our pleasure.”
Bella pulled her sports bra off over her head and dropped it to the ground, then wriggled out of her shorts and toed off her shoes. She stepped out of the pile of discarded clothing, feeling at once naughty and deliciously free, as if she were casting off the annoying bonds of civilization.
For an instant, she thought she heard the pound of footsteps on the trail, and she froze, her arms covering her breasts and mons. But there was no further sound, and she knew that even if someone, like Joel, passed, they couldn’t see this grotto from the trail. And the voices were still urging her on, not warning her, so she guessed the person was gone. She relaxed again.
The air was a soft kiss on her bare skin, and as she stepped into the pool, the petals of the overhanging blooms caressed her skin. She shivered with pleasure, raising her hands to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples. It felt so good, as did the brush of leaves against her bare bottom, the tickle of a vine down her back, the cool water rising up around her.
Stepping into the water, she sank back, letting it envelope her. Then she rose up again, tipping her head back to let the water stream from her hot face, her hair a sleek fall down her back. She slid her palms down over her ribcage, the flat plain of her belly, and cupped her mons, moaning at the relief of touching herself where she was swollen and needy.
The sun streamed down through the trees, hot on her bare skin, while the water was cool around her legs. The blossoms hanging around her face and shoulders spilled their perfume in a heady aphrodisiac. It intensified when the blossoms nodded in a warm breeze, brushing the skin of her face, her shoulders and her breasts with caresses as delicate as silk.
She stroked her fingers into her swollen, wet labia and found her clitoris, a hard, rigid bud. Once she touched herself there, Bella could no more have stopped than she could have stopped the passage of the sun. She stroked herself in time with her pulse, with the subtle throb that was the heart of the forest, beating in time with her own, encouraging her, praising her, driving her on.
Her need intensified into a hard clench of inner muscles, and she came, her pussy quaking, her body trembling with pleasure.
Only when her soft cry mingled with the rush of the waterfall did Bella realize she had called out. She couldn’t bring herself to care. As her orgasm calmed, she opened her eyes, more relaxed than she’d been in days.
“‘Ae, little sister. Find your pleasure here, with us.”
She slipped into the water and swam across the small pool and back, wading out to retrieve the small bottle of biodegradable shampoo and body wash from her pack. Then she soaped herself, enjoying the slippery caress of her hands on her body. Humming to herself, she rinsed off and then soaped her hair, rinsing it under the waterfall.
She left the pool reluctantly, dried off and pulled on cotton panties and a Tshirt dress. She combed her wet hair down her back. After stepping into her sandals, she bundled her running shorts and bra into her bag, and set off down the trail to camp.
“Return to us soon, little sister.”
“Mahalo,” she murmured. “I will be back.”
A little while later, Bella stepped out of the forest into the camp area, reluctant to end her forest idyll. She paused for a moment in the shade. Even as she contemplated the tasks ahead, she felt loose and relaxed. She looked around. Joel was still gone, but the others were lounging in the shade, drinks in hand, while Frank worked aboard his boat.
Out to sea, the dark clouds loomed, closer than when she’d looked at them from up on the mountain. She pulled out her phone and opened it to click the NOAA weather app.
She frowned as she read the small screen. A weather alert had been issued for the north Kona coast; late afternoon thunderstorms, with possible heavy rain. A small craft advisory had been issued for the coastal waters.
She tapped her phone against her chin. Frank was supposed to go back to Kona and return to get them the next day. But perhaps they should go back early, while the sea was calm enough to be safe. She walked down the shore to the boat. He looked over the