by ltltb » Sun Jan 30, 2022 4:18 pm
Chapter 4
On the second day, Janet awoke in what you might call the "guest house" of Kim's place. Kim lived inside a large seashell. The center of the shell had a section large enough to accommodate a sleeping person. This was where Janet spent the night. This section was behind Kim's section, which was big enough to accommodate two people across. Kim's space had been polished and showed flecks of color, as if it had been painted somehow. Janet walked past that section and out to the entrance, where Kim was starting a fire with some sharply polished bits of shell, some kindling mulch, and a paper clip. The younger woman thought for a moment whether she should put on her outfit of bark-and-seaweed, then decided that she would go nude until she could find a good shower someplace.
As it happened, Kim was also in the buff. Her brown hair caught the reflections of the morning sun, her breasts were still small but seemed bigger than yesterday, and her figure had a cuteness that two years of lean living, mostly in the sun, hadn't melted out of her, though her skin did carry a nice bronze to it. Beyond Kim were all the reminders that Janet was now two inches tall -- the outsized reeds and sea oats, the mounds that were as high as hills, the gigantic waves crashing the beach on a calm and windless day in the calm and steamy Gulf of Mexico.
"That should burn just fine. It's dry enough to get going real fast", Kim said to Janet. "Then we can cook up some grubs I caught the other day."
"Some grub?" Janet asked, not certain what she had heard.
"No, grubs" was Kim's reply. "They're pretty nutritious. You can make breakfast out of one real easy."
"Saw your bedroom", Janet said to Kim. "I didn't know the insides of shells were multicolored like that."
"They aren't", Kim replied. "I painted my room myself."
"By yourself!, Janet marvelled. You know, it all seemed to work somehow. Kind of like feng shui in the seashell...."
Kim's eyes hardened. "Yes, the interior designer of my house back in the old world was very into feng shui and she
taught me all the basic points..." Kim then began to belabor the positioning of which splotch of color went where.
Janet knew she had made a mistake. As her mother had told her, some people laugh at feng shui, others take it very seriously -- there IS no middle ground. Janet knew she had to detour the conversation a bit.
"Where do you find paint around here?"
"You would be surprised how much pigment you can find -- in plants, in sea life..."
"Eeeew! I can't see myself digging in a bug's blood to decorate my room... maybe to stay alive but..."
"You never know what you would do until you find yourself doing it" was Kim's answer. "Now you may ask, why would I play with bug's blood or grind up plants to decorate my seashell? The answer is that I want to remind myself that I'm still a thinking being, that I have a spiritual nature, just like the giant humans across the inlet who used to be my equals. I know I'm in a different world now, but I'm not going to give up that basic dignity, not as long as I'm alive."
Janet was impressed by Kim's answer. Her companion in this strange world had done so much to make it liveable, and not just in a physical way. It seemed that Kim had had a lot of time to think about her condition. Now that they were together, Janet believed they could use their combined smarts to get them out of this place, and back to their families.
"Kim, now that we're here and we're together, I was thinking -- maybe we could figure out a way to get help."
"I see." A slight smile crossed Kim's face. "Were you going to set a fire to tell the authorities you were here?"
"Well, that was one idea."
"Did that", Kim answered. "The firemen came out, put out the fire, walked right past me."
"Oh", Janet replied. "Then, maybe we could leave a note in a bottle at the beach telling someone how to find us."
"Did that too." Kim responded. "Someone found the note, walked back into the reeds, kicked my shell over and tried to play with me. Not in a nice way, either." Kim frowned. "He didn't tell anyone else I was here, of course."
Janet was beginning to sense resistance. "Well, there are other ways. We could flash mirrors up at passing planes, or---"
Kim stopped her. "Janet, honey, were there rescue boats circling out in the water when you got small?"
"Yeah, I passed a couple of them."
"And did you try to get them to see you?"
"Of course, I waved and yelled..."
"But they didn't see you did they?"
"No, they didn't."
"And on the shrimp boat, what happened when you thought you were rescued?"
"The shrimper used me as a..." Janet blushed and blanched at the same time, thinking of being in the shrimper's palm.
"Do you see a point here?" Kim continued. "You had several chances to be rescued, just as I did. You weren't rescued because it was part of Nature's plan for you to be small and be here. I went through what you're going through. I came up with all kinds of things. Notes, old Mylar helium balloons that floated across the channel, little rowboats, anything. I either damn near drowned or ended up wasting a lot of time and leaving myself starving and unclothed 'cause I didn't tend to my basic needs."
"But I've got to try", Janet answered. "My parents are still there, and they're worried about me."
"God bless your mom and dad", Kim sighed. "But the Coast Guard, based on what it has seen and hasn't seen, will probably give up at some point. I wish I had a family left to worry what had --" Kim sighed. Once again their conversation had come up against that big wall. It was so frustrating to Janet, although a relative frustration compared to the exertions of survival and her own desire for rescue. What Kim had done on this island for two years was amazing -- to survive against incredible odds with huge predators all around her, and to carve out an existence that even add some dignity -- no, make that a lot of dignity -- to it. Kim's mastery of this spoil island was fascinating, like listening to a guy who's into cars talking about his cars. Sure it got boring after awhile, but that energy that popped open when a man talked about his passions gave a woman a doorway to get him to talk about himself more, or so Janet thought. But every time the subject turned to family, there was that big roadblock.
It was Kim who moved to change the subject. "I guess we'll need to take our bath pretty soon. I don't go out on the beach at this hour. Too many predators. There's a little pool on the inside of the island. It's brackish water, but it's okay to bathe in, once you check for anything that wants to eat you. Before we go, I've got a question--" a wider smile crossed Kim's face. "You were a big powerful swimmer out there in the old world. Do you think you could out arm-wrestle me?"
"No problem", Janet replied. But then she began to think about it. Kim, who had been six inches shorter than her in Big Land, was now taller than her. Would it make a difference? Janet stuck by her confidence in those arms of hers.
"Let's make it worth our while. Whoever wins gets to dare the other to do something."
"Okay", Janet answered, not sure of where this was taking her.
They set up on an abandoned lid from a peanut butter jar. "Go!" Kim yelled. Janet gave it her all, but to her astonishment she found herself losing ground to the petite, unbuff investment banker who had six inches on her. She found herself losing ground, and was surprised to see that Kim had won.
"All right, I'm yours." Janet stood up and held out her arms.
"You are so mine" was Kim's answer. She found a rock and sat down on it. "Come here." She motioned Janet to stand alongside her. "I dare you to bend over my knee and let me spank you."
Janet's mouth went wide open. "SPANK ME?"
Kim smiled, "for being such a naughty lady and coming out here in the buff."
Janet laughed, "Well, it's not like there's anybody but us girls out here..." She yelped as Kim's hand pinched one of her buttocks. "No, you're not spanking me!" she shouted in fright -- probably mock fright, as she ran toward the beach.
Janet's scampering was interrupted by another crablike creature, who saw fit to clamp its claw on her buttocks
as it lifted her upward for a potential meal. "Kim! HELP! Kim! HELP ME!!" This time the fright was real. Kim was a bit farther away, and it took her longer to gather her weapons. "HELP!" Janet cried again. Kim hurled a needle, that bounced off the creature. Her next weapon was a slingshot, hurling a rock at the creature. It caught an eye, and the crab let its prey go. Janet fell to the ground, rubbing her poor aching behind.
"Looks like the crab did the spanking for you", Janet moaned. Kim picked her up, and they hugged again. "Two times in two days you let a crab almost eat you, what am I gonna do with you babe?" is what Kim whispered through tears.
They separated to face each other. "I have something that'll help that feel a little less sore." Janet thought, how convenient, she gets to play with my butt, but she was in too much pain to let that bother her. Together they walked back to the shell.
Kim put Janet face down on her bed -- some stuffing made from native plants, combined with the dried fur coat of
a small beach mouse, and covered with soft silk. "Where did you get the silk?" Janet asked.
"It was the last remnant of the panties I was wearing the day I -- (sigh) -- got shrunk."
Kim quickly turned from that painful subject to the subject of Janet's painful behind. "This is an oil I made from
some wild berries that grow near here, with some oil from fish that washed up on the beach mixed in, plus a tube of ointment that I scavenged at the water's edge one day. It really works well." She reached into a small shell that served as a repository for the mixture, scooped up a handful, mixed it up in her hands, and began using her palms on the two red spots left in Janet's red cheeks by the crab.
The potion was indeed soothing, as Janet discovered. Kim's tenderness and patience helped the ointment to seep into Janet's flesh and cool her wounds. Her grinding palms gave way to fingers used like a mitten, and two thumbs, one pointed at (though not touching) the anal cleft from either direction. It felt so good that Janet was sorry when it stopped. As for Kim, it was a joy to work the behind that was the terminus of those mighty swimmers' thighs. She couldn't let on to Janet just how much of a joy that was -- at least not yet.
Kim had been married, had a child, and had never been given to thoughts of making love to a woman. That was before her world vanished, and she was sent down to this place. She felt that this all happened to humble her, and this experience had shaken her sexual morays somewhat as well. But why was she drawn to Janet? Because she was the first human being to enter her world, as she called it. But there was a deeper connection, beyond the sexual, something that reminded her of what she had lost.
As for Janet, she acknowledged the sexual tension between them, but was grateful that Kim was trying to soft-pedal it. Her curiosity was growing, though, growing strong enough to make her willing to at least try sleeping with a woman, especially since she seemed to be the only creature like her in this new existence. The two were growing very intimate, as two women would in any such situation, but that one secret of how Kim got small remained elusive. Janet wanted to know that secret, not because she was a busybody, but because from deep within her she ached to know Kim better, this fascinating, inventive, miniature Robinson Crusoe.
They continued working together through April and into May. The common struggle of survival drew their hearts closer. As they slept in the separate corners of their seashell home, the sexual tension was like static electricity on a doorknob, waiting for a chance to make the jump. Kim showed Janet the secrets of surviving the creatures that lived on the spoil island, and where to go when the water rose and flooded the beach. Janet continued trying to persuade Kim to help with escape or rescue plans, but made no headway.
Out of the blue, Kim asked Janet: "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Janet smiled. "Had one. Broke up with him, interestingly enough, just before I took the big swim and wound up in this world." She paused. Kim's way of calling this place "her world" had affected Janet as well. Then she threw a loaded question in front. "Why do you ask?"
Kim responded, "Because, um, when I was in investment banking, they taught me how to play in a man's world, but one thing they didn't teach me was, um, how to tell a girl I liked her."
Janet giggled. "Well, it's not like there's a lot of competition, so why don't you just walk up to her and tell her yourself?"
Kim coyly smiled, turned around, walked ten paces, then turned around and walked back. Without a word she slipped a hand under Janet's chin. She lifted it to face her. Their eyes met. Janet turned her left cheek to face Kim. Kim then planted a deep, wet kiss on her neck. Janet turned, and they kissed on the lips. Kim whispered in her ear.
"Let's try to keep ourselves apart today. Tonight, you go to my bed, and wait for me."
Around sunset, Janet went to Kim's room and placed herself on the silken bed. Kim had lined up a clamshell directly facing the entrance to her shell home. At sunset, the clamshell opened, and like Botticelli's Venus, Kim slowly emerged from within. A nearby fire pit lit her walk to the shell where Janet was waiting for her. Her face was painted with the cosmetics that Nature had given them in this world -- strange concoctions made from fish's blood and oil. She reached the entrance to the shell. She drew up a small fabric, and used a kind of paste to stick it to the corners of the entrance, for privacy's sake. The fire's orange glow could be seen through the fabric.
She sat down on the bed next to Janet. They kissed face to face. Then, hungrily their kisses ranged each others' forms. Kim, feeling dominance in her need or her nature, pinned smaller Janet's powerful arms back to taste her breasts and nipples. As Janet's moans grew louder, Kim darted her tongue lower, reaching the entrance to Janet's womanly within. As if on cue, Janet's thighs, mighty, distance swimmer's thighs, locked on Kim's head. It was the first time since they had met that Kim felt herself being overpowered by the smaller swimmer who would have been six inches higher than her in "real life." Those thighs were drawing in Kim to the vulva, demanding that she unlock the door and unsheath the clitoris. If they could, those thighs would have simply scooped all of Kim inside of
Janet and held her there, so great was Janet's lust. Kim saw no choice but to lick and cuddle with her tongue, patiently like a master painter, until at last Janet's thighs seized her with otherworldly strength as the paroxysms of orgasm overcame her.
Kim was far from done with Janet. The smaller woman, once recovered, expressed a desire to go down and visit Kimberly, and this she was granted. Kim's back was on the bed, her legs were in the air, showing off her butt
and her womanhood. Janet loved being able to use her hands to play with Kim's butt -- even though it was bigger than hers, it looked so tiny! -- as she dove to use her tongue on Kim's womanhood. Many words were spoken, many more were not. Yet something more than the carnal was communicated as the smaller Janet brought the larger Kim to a most satisfying release.
As Janet looked up wordlessly, Kim dipped two fingers in a small shell, gave them a coat of seaborne lubricant, and then eased those two fingers into Janet's vagina. She kissed Janet's nipples as her fingers worked away, and pressed her head against Janet's chest to hear all the sounds as Janet gave herself to yet another orgasm.
Chapter 4
On the second day, Janet awoke in what you might call the "guest house" of Kim's place. Kim lived inside a large seashell. The center of the shell had a section large enough to accommodate a sleeping person. This was where Janet spent the night. This section was behind Kim's section, which was big enough to accommodate two people across. Kim's space had been polished and showed flecks of color, as if it had been painted somehow. Janet walked past that section and out to the entrance, where Kim was starting a fire with some sharply polished bits of shell, some kindling mulch, and a paper clip. The younger woman thought for a moment whether she should put on her outfit of bark-and-seaweed, then decided that she would go nude until she could find a good shower someplace.
As it happened, Kim was also in the buff. Her brown hair caught the reflections of the morning sun, her breasts were still small but seemed bigger than yesterday, and her figure had a cuteness that two years of lean living, mostly in the sun, hadn't melted out of her, though her skin did carry a nice bronze to it. Beyond Kim were all the reminders that Janet was now two inches tall -- the outsized reeds and sea oats, the mounds that were as high as hills, the gigantic waves crashing the beach on a calm and windless day in the calm and steamy Gulf of Mexico.
"That should burn just fine. It's dry enough to get going real fast", Kim said to Janet. "Then we can cook up some grubs I caught the other day."
"Some grub?" Janet asked, not certain what she had heard.
"No, grubs" was Kim's reply. "They're pretty nutritious. You can make breakfast out of one real easy."
"Saw your bedroom", Janet said to Kim. "I didn't know the insides of shells were multicolored like that."
"They aren't", Kim replied. "I painted my room myself."
"By yourself!, Janet marvelled. You know, it all seemed to work somehow. Kind of like feng shui in the seashell...."
Kim's eyes hardened. "Yes, the interior designer of my house back in the old world was very into feng shui and she
taught me all the basic points..." Kim then began to belabor the positioning of which splotch of color went where.
Janet knew she had made a mistake. As her mother had told her, some people laugh at feng shui, others take it very seriously -- there IS no middle ground. Janet knew she had to detour the conversation a bit.
"Where do you find paint around here?"
"You would be surprised how much pigment you can find -- in plants, in sea life..."
"Eeeew! I can't see myself digging in a bug's blood to decorate my room... maybe to stay alive but..."
"You never know what you would do until you find yourself doing it" was Kim's answer. "Now you may ask, why would I play with bug's blood or grind up plants to decorate my seashell? The answer is that I want to remind myself that I'm still a thinking being, that I have a spiritual nature, just like the giant humans across the inlet who used to be my equals. I know I'm in a different world now, but I'm not going to give up that basic dignity, not as long as I'm alive."
Janet was impressed by Kim's answer. Her companion in this strange world had done so much to make it liveable, and not just in a physical way. It seemed that Kim had had a lot of time to think about her condition. Now that they were together, Janet believed they could use their combined smarts to get them out of this place, and back to their families.
"Kim, now that we're here and we're together, I was thinking -- maybe we could figure out a way to get help."
"I see." A slight smile crossed Kim's face. "Were you going to set a fire to tell the authorities you were here?"
"Well, that was one idea."
"Did that", Kim answered. "The firemen came out, put out the fire, walked right past me."
"Oh", Janet replied. "Then, maybe we could leave a note in a bottle at the beach telling someone how to find us."
"Did that too." Kim responded. "Someone found the note, walked back into the reeds, kicked my shell over and tried to play with me. Not in a nice way, either." Kim frowned. "He didn't tell anyone else I was here, of course."
Janet was beginning to sense resistance. "Well, there are other ways. We could flash mirrors up at passing planes, or---"
Kim stopped her. "Janet, honey, were there rescue boats circling out in the water when you got small?"
"Yeah, I passed a couple of them."
"And did you try to get them to see you?"
"Of course, I waved and yelled..."
"But they didn't see you did they?"
"No, they didn't."
"And on the shrimp boat, what happened when you thought you were rescued?"
"The shrimper used me as a..." Janet blushed and blanched at the same time, thinking of being in the shrimper's palm.
"Do you see a point here?" Kim continued. "You had several chances to be rescued, just as I did. You weren't rescued because it was part of Nature's plan for you to be small and be here. I went through what you're going through. I came up with all kinds of things. Notes, old Mylar helium balloons that floated across the channel, little rowboats, anything. I either damn near drowned or ended up wasting a lot of time and leaving myself starving and unclothed 'cause I didn't tend to my basic needs."
"But I've got to try", Janet answered. "My parents are still there, and they're worried about me."
"God bless your mom and dad", Kim sighed. "But the Coast Guard, based on what it has seen and hasn't seen, will probably give up at some point. I wish I had a family left to worry what had --" Kim sighed. Once again their conversation had come up against that big wall. It was so frustrating to Janet, although a relative frustration compared to the exertions of survival and her own desire for rescue. What Kim had done on this island for two years was amazing -- to survive against incredible odds with huge predators all around her, and to carve out an existence that even add some dignity -- no, make that a lot of dignity -- to it. Kim's mastery of this spoil island was fascinating, like listening to a guy who's into cars talking about his cars. Sure it got boring after awhile, but that energy that popped open when a man talked about his passions gave a woman a doorway to get him to talk about himself more, or so Janet thought. But every time the subject turned to family, there was that big roadblock.
It was Kim who moved to change the subject. "I guess we'll need to take our bath pretty soon. I don't go out on the beach at this hour. Too many predators. There's a little pool on the inside of the island. It's brackish water, but it's okay to bathe in, once you check for anything that wants to eat you. Before we go, I've got a question--" a wider smile crossed Kim's face. "You were a big powerful swimmer out there in the old world. Do you think you could out arm-wrestle me?"
"No problem", Janet replied. But then she began to think about it. Kim, who had been six inches shorter than her in Big Land, was now taller than her. Would it make a difference? Janet stuck by her confidence in those arms of hers.
"Let's make it worth our while. Whoever wins gets to dare the other to do something."
"Okay", Janet answered, not sure of where this was taking her.
They set up on an abandoned lid from a peanut butter jar. "Go!" Kim yelled. Janet gave it her all, but to her astonishment she found herself losing ground to the petite, unbuff investment banker who had six inches on her. She found herself losing ground, and was surprised to see that Kim had won.
"All right, I'm yours." Janet stood up and held out her arms.
"You are so mine" was Kim's answer. She found a rock and sat down on it. "Come here." She motioned Janet to stand alongside her. "I dare you to bend over my knee and let me spank you."
Janet's mouth went wide open. "SPANK ME?"
Kim smiled, "for being such a naughty lady and coming out here in the buff."
Janet laughed, "Well, it's not like there's anybody but us girls out here..." She yelped as Kim's hand pinched one of her buttocks. "No, you're not spanking me!" she shouted in fright -- probably mock fright, as she ran toward the beach.
Janet's scampering was interrupted by another crablike creature, who saw fit to clamp its claw on her buttocks
as it lifted her upward for a potential meal. "Kim! HELP! Kim! HELP ME!!" This time the fright was real. Kim was a bit farther away, and it took her longer to gather her weapons. "HELP!" Janet cried again. Kim hurled a needle, that bounced off the creature. Her next weapon was a slingshot, hurling a rock at the creature. It caught an eye, and the crab let its prey go. Janet fell to the ground, rubbing her poor aching behind.
"Looks like the crab did the spanking for you", Janet moaned. Kim picked her up, and they hugged again. "Two times in two days you let a crab almost eat you, what am I gonna do with you babe?" is what Kim whispered through tears.
They separated to face each other. "I have something that'll help that feel a little less sore." Janet thought, how convenient, she gets to play with my butt, but she was in too much pain to let that bother her. Together they walked back to the shell.
Kim put Janet face down on her bed -- some stuffing made from native plants, combined with the dried fur coat of
a small beach mouse, and covered with soft silk. "Where did you get the silk?" Janet asked.
"It was the last remnant of the panties I was wearing the day I -- (sigh) -- got shrunk."
Kim quickly turned from that painful subject to the subject of Janet's painful behind. "This is an oil I made from
some wild berries that grow near here, with some oil from fish that washed up on the beach mixed in, plus a tube of ointment that I scavenged at the water's edge one day. It really works well." She reached into a small shell that served as a repository for the mixture, scooped up a handful, mixed it up in her hands, and began using her palms on the two red spots left in Janet's red cheeks by the crab.
The potion was indeed soothing, as Janet discovered. Kim's tenderness and patience helped the ointment to seep into Janet's flesh and cool her wounds. Her grinding palms gave way to fingers used like a mitten, and two thumbs, one pointed at (though not touching) the anal cleft from either direction. It felt so good that Janet was sorry when it stopped. As for Kim, it was a joy to work the behind that was the terminus of those mighty swimmers' thighs. She couldn't let on to Janet just how much of a joy that was -- at least not yet.
Kim had been married, had a child, and had never been given to thoughts of making love to a woman. That was before her world vanished, and she was sent down to this place. She felt that this all happened to humble her, and this experience had shaken her sexual morays somewhat as well. But why was she drawn to Janet? Because she was the first human being to enter her world, as she called it. But there was a deeper connection, beyond the sexual, something that reminded her of what she had lost.
As for Janet, she acknowledged the sexual tension between them, but was grateful that Kim was trying to soft-pedal it. Her curiosity was growing, though, growing strong enough to make her willing to at least try sleeping with a woman, especially since she seemed to be the only creature like her in this new existence. The two were growing very intimate, as two women would in any such situation, but that one secret of how Kim got small remained elusive. Janet wanted to know that secret, not because she was a busybody, but because from deep within her she ached to know Kim better, this fascinating, inventive, miniature Robinson Crusoe.
They continued working together through April and into May. The common struggle of survival drew their hearts closer. As they slept in the separate corners of their seashell home, the sexual tension was like static electricity on a doorknob, waiting for a chance to make the jump. Kim showed Janet the secrets of surviving the creatures that lived on the spoil island, and where to go when the water rose and flooded the beach. Janet continued trying to persuade Kim to help with escape or rescue plans, but made no headway.
Out of the blue, Kim asked Janet: "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Janet smiled. "Had one. Broke up with him, interestingly enough, just before I took the big swim and wound up in this world." She paused. Kim's way of calling this place "her world" had affected Janet as well. Then she threw a loaded question in front. "Why do you ask?"
Kim responded, "Because, um, when I was in investment banking, they taught me how to play in a man's world, but one thing they didn't teach me was, um, how to tell a girl I liked her."
Janet giggled. "Well, it's not like there's a lot of competition, so why don't you just walk up to her and tell her yourself?"
Kim coyly smiled, turned around, walked ten paces, then turned around and walked back. Without a word she slipped a hand under Janet's chin. She lifted it to face her. Their eyes met. Janet turned her left cheek to face Kim. Kim then planted a deep, wet kiss on her neck. Janet turned, and they kissed on the lips. Kim whispered in her ear.
"Let's try to keep ourselves apart today. Tonight, you go to my bed, and wait for me."
Around sunset, Janet went to Kim's room and placed herself on the silken bed. Kim had lined up a clamshell directly facing the entrance to her shell home. At sunset, the clamshell opened, and like Botticelli's Venus, Kim slowly emerged from within. A nearby fire pit lit her walk to the shell where Janet was waiting for her. Her face was painted with the cosmetics that Nature had given them in this world -- strange concoctions made from fish's blood and oil. She reached the entrance to the shell. She drew up a small fabric, and used a kind of paste to stick it to the corners of the entrance, for privacy's sake. The fire's orange glow could be seen through the fabric.
She sat down on the bed next to Janet. They kissed face to face. Then, hungrily their kisses ranged each others' forms. Kim, feeling dominance in her need or her nature, pinned smaller Janet's powerful arms back to taste her breasts and nipples. As Janet's moans grew louder, Kim darted her tongue lower, reaching the entrance to Janet's womanly within. As if on cue, Janet's thighs, mighty, distance swimmer's thighs, locked on Kim's head. It was the first time since they had met that Kim felt herself being overpowered by the smaller swimmer who would have been six inches higher than her in "real life." Those thighs were drawing in Kim to the vulva, demanding that she unlock the door and unsheath the clitoris. If they could, those thighs would have simply scooped all of Kim inside of
Janet and held her there, so great was Janet's lust. Kim saw no choice but to lick and cuddle with her tongue, patiently like a master painter, until at last Janet's thighs seized her with otherworldly strength as the paroxysms of orgasm overcame her.
Kim was far from done with Janet. The smaller woman, once recovered, expressed a desire to go down and visit Kimberly, and this she was granted. Kim's back was on the bed, her legs were in the air, showing off her butt
and her womanhood. Janet loved being able to use her hands to play with Kim's butt -- even though it was bigger than hers, it looked so tiny! -- as she dove to use her tongue on Kim's womanhood. Many words were spoken, many more were not. Yet something more than the carnal was communicated as the smaller Janet brought the larger Kim to a most satisfying release.
As Janet looked up wordlessly, Kim dipped two fingers in a small shell, gave them a coat of seaborne lubricant, and then eased those two fingers into Janet's vagina. She kissed Janet's nipples as her fingers worked away, and pressed her head against Janet's chest to hear all the sounds as Janet gave herself to yet another orgasm.