Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07

... down, and made a big splash. When she re-surfaced, her and Kristanna shared a hearty giggle and even hugged each other. Indeed, I had faith that our group would pull through this rough stretch and come out even stronger in the long run. Moments like this only helped reinforce my beliefs. I noticed that off to the side, near the edge of the beach in an area which featured lava-rock tide pools, a group of green sea turtles were basking in the sand, while others were bobbing about in the clear water. In recent years, green sea turtles had become an endangered species, and as a result, were protected globally. I was happy that for at least this particular group, the island offered them a safe and peaceful refuge just as it had done for our family. "Hey you!" Pamela greeted, drawing my attention away from the wildlife, as she paddled her way up to me on her surfboard and pecked my lips with a kiss. Then, just as quickly, Pamela turned around and went right back out to Kristanna. When both soon looked back at me and waved, my heart literally melted. What had I done to deserve such a charmed life? * * * I smelled the sweet fragrance of plumeria and listened to the wind rustle around us as I drove my trusty, old island vehicle, a 1987 _Jeep Wrangler_, through a trail in the bamboo forest as Kristanna and Pamela huddled in the backseat. Our afternoon of fun and delight was not over; I was taking the girls to perhaps their most favorite location on the entire island, a little spot ...

... known by the name of Devon Falls. Christened with that monicker in June 2013 as a tribute to a beautiful and extremely special woman in her own right, Devon Falls was a 150-foot waterfall that spilled into a big, round natural pool that was surrounded by wild ginger. There was a whooshing vortex at the bottom. It was caused by the plummeting funnel of water that spiraled from so high above. The rest of the pool was as clear as cellophane, enabling us to see down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of forest-green plants waved gently in the depths. The waterfall looked like a sheet of blue velour as it swished down. Its edges were hemmed with whipped-white lines. The water here was often bubbling and appeared quite hot at first glance, but it was actually very cool and chilly. Tall palm trees and other lush greenery added to the tropical feel. Once we arrived, Kristanna and Pamela hopped out of the _Jeep_ and quickly shed their colorful sarongs. The two split a bottle of drinking water, downing it completely, before grasping hands and taking a brave plunge into the cold depths of the waterfall's basin. They squealed and screeched in the aftermath, but I knew their bodies would adjust to the temperature soon enough. After all, it would be incredibly difficult to find any sort of lingering discomfort or pain on a day this fun and magical. All one had to do was look at me, and my poor, bruised shin. I had forgotten about it! I worked on a bottle of fruit punch as Kristanna and Pamela ...