The Waterfall

‘Come on, slowcoach — keep up!’

The truth is, I was much happier walking behind Annie than I would have been out in front. From here, I had the perfect view of her fantastic arse in the tightest little white shorts you can imagine, perched on top of those long, tanned legs.

We had left the jeep behind once the track petered out and the jungle closed in around us. All that remained for us to follow was something that could only barely be called a path through the undergrowth. A cooling breeze nicely offset what should have been a stifling mid-morning here on the island, and we had made decent time for the last couple of miles, much of it uphill.

‘You’re absolutely sure that this is the way to the waterfall?’ I asked, trying and failing to get my bearings for about the hundredth time that day.

Annie stopped to pull a water bottle from her pack. ‘Oh yeah,’ she grinned. ‘The girl back at the hotel was really clear about how to get here. And remember, because it’s so remote, we’ll have it all to ourselves.’

Annie winked at me before taking a long drink from the water bottle. I gazed at the magnificent profile of my girlfriend’s body; single bead of sweat ran from her neck down into her cleavage, perfectly held in place by the tied-off black shirt. As she tipped her head back to let the cooling water run down her throat, her full breasts pushed out against the thin material. Annie’s long blonde hair tumbled lazily down her back, golden in the tropical sun. Reluctantly, I averted my gaze from the vision in front of me, and looked past her up the path ahead.

‘Remind me why you trust the word of a complete stranger in a foreign land?’ I asked.

Annie sighed theatrically. ‘She’s the hotel masseuse, baby. Her hands have been places that no-one but you’ve been for years. You can’t buy that kind of trust.’

She winked suggestively, stashed her bottle back in the pack, and set off again along the path. Momentarily lost in my thoughts, I gazed up at brilliant green foliage above me.

‘Mmm, that’s got you thinking, hasn’t it?’ Annie called back over her shoulder at me.

We heard the waterfall long before we saw it; the thumping roar of tens of thousands of gallons pouring over the cliff edge into the pool below. A fine mist permeated the jungle around us for the last fifty metres or so before we finally came to the end of the track and gazed in wonder at the sight before us. It was paradise. The crystal-clear pool below the falls stretched for thirty or forty metres before falling away again over the next cliff-edge. As we stood just inside the shade of the tree-line, we were dazzled by the barrage of vivid colour; the piercing blue of the sky above, the verdant green grass either side of the pool, and the shocking pinks and yellows of tropical flowers reaching up to the heavens.

I stood close behind Annie. She looked sweetly back over her shoulder at me, before taking half a step backwards and reaching up to pull my head down to kiss her beautiful neck. I slipped one hand around her waist and pulled her close to me, her arse pressed against my groin. She moaned softly as I reached up with my other hand and gently squeezed her breast, her hard nipple enclosed in my palm. I kissed her neck again, then looked up at the pool before us. And froze.

There, on the grass at the edge of the pool, barely a dozen metres in front of us, was a small pile of clothes and a single pair of women’s trainers.

‘What is it, baby?’ whispered Annie, as she turned her head to see what had caught my attention.

At that moment, the water at the centre of the pool shimmered, then broke, as a figure emerged from beneath it. Despite the thunder of the falls in my ears, and the violent crashing of the water from the cliff above, the world became almost still and silent to me at that moment. Rising from the pool was an absolute goddess; long black hair tumbling down around a gorgeous face, with large dark eyes and a full, sensuous mouth. As she moved through the water towards the edge of the pool, she reached up and swept her hair back from her face and down the long curve of her back. More and more of her magnificent body came into side as the water became shallower around her; large, perfectly rounded breasts with dark, almost black nipples in the centre of wide areolas. The flat, dark skin of her stomach gave way to long slender legs, between which was framed a lush triangle of black hair.

I felt my cock start to stiffen in the tight space between my stomach and the cheeks of my girlfriend’s arse. My hand involuntarily squeezed Annie’s breast harder, her nipple burning into my palm. At the back of my mind, it occurred to me that I was openly lusting at a beautiful young woman with my lover right there in front of me, but any shame I might have felt was some way down on my list priorities at that moment. And then, with a jolt, I realised something else; Annie’s breast was positively heaving beneath my hand and her breath was catching in her throat. Was she enjoying the sight of this magnificent naked island girl as much as I was?

I looked up again, hungry for another sight of this vision of loveliness. The girl had climbed out of the water and had picked up a towel with which she was now making a cursory attempt to dry herself with. Oh, to be that towel! Rubbed against every inch of skin of this woman; her face, her breasts, her pussy.

She dropped the towel on the grass and my heart sank at the thought that she would now dress herself. I held my breath as I watched her stretch her arms out to the side and offer her body to the sun and, unknowingly, to our eyes. I released the breath with a barely-suppressed groan as my now fully-engorged cock pressed up against Annie’s arse, and in that moment I noted with a wondrous joy that she was now holding her breath too. It was true, this complete stranger held us both in an erotic spell that neither of us wanted to be released from.

Before us, the girl dropped her arms to her sides, then, casting a quick glance around her, lay down on the grass. Hidden by the undergrowth and the shade from the trees above us, Annie and I watched silently as the girl lay back with one arm under her head and another lazily thrown across her torso. Then slowly, with infinite care, her fingers started to work down her stomach. Her legs spread wide just as her fingers reached the end of their journey and came to rest just below her glistening bush. She brushed her fingertips against her lips, again and again, and her mouth felt open in a silent sigh.

As we watched the girl rub herself, I felt Annie’s fingers pull my hand from her waist and down across her bare midriff, into her shorts. I guessed she’d unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts as we’d stood there leching at the sight before us, and now my fingers were deep in the scorching heat of her panties. Fuck, she was wet; as wet as she’d ever been with me, and for the briefest instant I was jealous of her passion for the captivating creature just a few short metres away. I started to rub her pussy, slowly at first, then faster, in time with the motions of the girl in front of us. Annie started to softly whimper, and I thanked my stars that the roar of the waterfall kept the noise from anyone’s ears but mine.

The girl shifted her position, bringing herself up on her elbow so that her hand was free to grasp one of her full, firm breasts. As she continued to work her pussy lips with one hand, the long slender fingers of the other played with her fat nipple — rubbing it, squeezing it, pulling at in time with the motions of her other hand. She then spread the lips of her pussy, revealing the sweet, rose-pink insides of her cunt, into which she slipped one finger, then another. She threw back her head and let out a deep, obscene groan.

At that moment, Annie pulled away from me. Tugging my hand from her insides her shorts, she stepped out into the clearing and purposefully walked towards the object of our desires. The girl looked up, contradictory expressions of surprise and expectation on her beautiful face. She made no effort to stop pleasuring herself, or even cover her exquisite body. Emboldened, Annie untied the knot holding her shirt together beneath her breasts, slipping the garment from her shoulders and leaving it behind on the grass as she carried on walking.

As she reached the naked island girl, Annie fell to her knees. The girl reached out and pulled my girlfriend’s face to hers and they kissed, hard and deeply. My cock throbbed in my shorts at the sight of the two of them making out, their naked breasts crushed together.

Annie broke the kiss first, looking back over her shoulder and motioning for me to come closer. Dare I? Was it worth the risk of ruining this perfect moment? I took a tentative step out into the clearing. Then another, and another. Before I knew it, I was standing almost within touching distance of these two incredible women, my throbbing cock vertical in the close confines of my shorts.

Annie looked up at me and grinned as the girl peppered her neck with kisses. ‘Make yourself comfortable, baby. I’ll be with you shortly.’

I stripped off my walking boots and clothes and lay back on the grass, dumbfounded at my luck. Right there in front of me, my beautiful girlfriend was making out with this stunning island girl, against the backdrop of a tropical paradise. It was like something out of a dream.

Annie giggled at the sight of my bewildered face, before the girl pulled her mouth back around for another deep kiss. Annie then worked her way down the girl’s neck and chest, peppering her dark skin with kisses. Then she wrapped her fingers around one of the girl’s breasts and sucked the fat nipple into her mouth.

‘Aaaahhhhhhhh,’ groaned the girl, one hand holding Annie to her teat while the other slipped into the back of my lover’s shorts to grab a handful of her arse.

I reached forward and yanked Annie’s boots and socks off, before reaching up to the waistband of her shorts and pulling both them and her panties down in one smooth movement, throwing them aside on the grass.