Two items lay discarded on the floor, two heads rose, two pair of eyes made contact, one robins egg blue, the other smoky gray. ‘ Eh, eh, explorer?�...� He asked stupidly. ‘Gingerman?’ she replied. He rose swiftly to his feet, offering her his hand. The manner of their meeting seemed intimate enough. She took his hand resolutely. He hauled her to her feet. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked. He was large, his touch warm, his scent a smoky spice, his voice deep, resonant. He towered above her, his bright red. ”“Who’s running the boat!!?”“No one. Listen, do you hear anything?”“No, shit, the engines are off. We’re drifting, right?”“Yep, and no one around, so you better get your tight asses out for some sun.I grabbed a bar towel and wiped myself… and the chair cushion. I tossed the towel to my sister, and she did the same. Then we went out for some well-needed sun.Let me tell you, we’re Portuguese so when we tan, we turn dark. Both of us were not dark enough, so the sun felt good. The sea was calm with. I reckoned she must have stripped naked three or four times that morning in the three hours she had been away from Brian, but it never takes anyone long to get naked on this island. Just about everyone on the island wears clothes in such a way as to be ‘fuck ready’ as we call it. That usually means, for us women, no bra and no knickers and usually just one piece of clothing top and bottom, weather permitting that is. In one minute Jenny had shown exactly what ‘fuck ready’ meant as she strode. Softly, lips brushing, she nibbled and bit my lips. She pulled away slightly and looked at me, smiled sweetly and kissed me again, lips parted and tongues caressed.Breathing a little heavier when we broke, Lilla said, "Baby, you know how I love your mouth. Are you gonna be good to me, use your mouth on me?" Mmm, yeah baby, I'll use my mouth on you," I said and leaned in for another kiss."Take off my robe, sugar lips," Lilla said with a small smile.I untied the front and slipped the robe down.