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Nicole flicked her tongue up and down Mia's clit, relishing the juices that glistened atop it. Her red lips brushed up against this woman's sweet pussy, and she couldn't keep the grin off her face. 'They'll all look the same', they'd told her, 'they'll all look the same by the third day.' They'd scoffed. They'd rolled their eyes. They'd stared down at her through their drinks and looked to their husbands for confirmation. 'Really, honey, it won't be that exciting. These nudist colonies, they take all…the fun out of it.'
Bullshit.
Nicole hadn't been able to take her eyes off that sweet pussy she was now tonguing since she had walked up to the stand. It was trim and tight, hinting at the juicy secrets down below without giving too much away. Like a miniskirt, or a good short story.
“Can I help you?” Mia had asked, the brunette flashing a saleswoman's smile. It was something she only noticed from the periphery of her vision, something that made Nicole blush. She darted her gaze further north for manners' sake.
“Just hungry,” Nicole responded, not so much flashing as baring a more sheepish grin, “There's not much in the way of food around here.”
“I know, but if it's a snack you're looking for, I've got you covered. Anything you want to eat.” She paused for a moment, then gestured over to her fruit, “We like to feed our patrons healthy here at Isla la Nuda.”
Nicole moved her arms up to Mia's thighs, holding her in place as her licking got more focused. She was, so to speak, circling the drain now, running down her sweet clit and teasing the entrance to her pussy.
She remembered how she had moved along the fruit, picking them up, inspecting them, ready to be called on her bluff.
“You have no idea what you're doing do you?” Mia had obliged sooner than expected.
Nicole had tried a grin again, “That obvious? We don't have much in the way of fresh fruit in the city. Nothings quite like it is here.” She stopped, took a deep breath and the two girls took in the landscape together. It was, in Nicole's view at least, almost too good to be real. It was too lush, too rich, too beautiful. In her day job, she might be responsible for throwing an image like behind an overpaid actor with a green screen. She collected her breath: “How do you tell if any of this is fresh?”
“You tourists,” Mia shook her head but her tone was far from admonishing, “I'll show you.” She moved closer, and Nicole got a good whiff of her. She was not wearing any perfume. Instead she smelled like the sea and the ocean breeze. She picked up a watermelon, “See the markings? The stripes? If they're found all across the thing, it's not ready.”
Mia was moaning above her, her breath getting shorter and faster.
Nicole remembered how she had looked in, ready to dismiss the watermelon.
Mia met her eyes, “This one's good. Past that, give it a tap.” She rapped on it, “Does it sound hollow? If not, it's not ready. We want hollow. We like hollow.”
Nicole nodded along, her eyes trying to make their way back down to the cute curls of her pubic hair. Maybe with a pit stop on those great tits…she could feel her own pussy starting to ache now, starting to get slick and moist.
Mia moved over to the pineapple, “Now this thing, it's all about the leaves. See how green they are on this one?” She had pushed the pineapple up closer to Nicole's face, “If you see yellow leaves, stay away. You don't want that pineapple.”
Nicole had nodded, biting her lip. Her heart started thumping, pumping more red hot blood across her body, to her aching pussy. For once, she did not hesitate: “And what about a pussy?”
Mia took a step back, but a grin spread across her face. She herself bit her lip now. “What about one?”
“How can you tell if a pussy is ripe?”
Nicole remembered the next words so clearly, here as she was licking and teasing this nudist fruit vendors cunt, as she was feeling the warm gush of her juices head down her throat. She knew Mia was close…so close…she'd cum any minute now…she'd said…she'd said…
She had looked her dead in the eye and said, “You'll never know if a pussy's good unless you're on your knees, giving it a good taste.”
Nicole found her tongue brushing her lips.
“I think I need to test that out for myself.”
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