Home Movies - Part 30

Away on a much-needed vacation, Kim and Ann pull their airport rental car into their hotel parking lot. They've booked seven days in a cabana-style hotel somewhere on Florida's southwest coast...a step out the front door and you are quite literally on a near-deserted beach. A sign on the door, however, says that check-in isn't for another hour.

They can go get some lunch, maybe rummage through the touristy junk shops in the nearby town, or... Kim and Ann share a look, instantly grabbing a bag out of the back seat. If anyone was paying attention they'd see a flurry of limbs and naked bodies, replacing airline-worthy comfy clothes for string bikinis.

It’s not a nude beach, per se...a tiny, sun-faded sign clearly says 'no public nudity'...but if so inclined the locals won’t say anything and the cops usually turn a blind eye. Except for the occasional jogger or a passing beachcomber, the seagulls are normally your only onlookers.

Inclined they are, Ann and Kim stroll down a short boardwalk and onto what appears to be a deserted beach. The pair begin to pull at their bikini strings before they even lay out their beach towel. The two naked women don’t have to say a word…sitting in the sand, the younger pulls a bottle of Corona out of a cooler bag and stuffs a wedge of lime into its bore. Handing one to Ann and preparing another for herself, the two simply clink their bottles together.

Settling down for a short afternoon tan, the two redheads lay shoulder to shoulder on a huge, flamingo-adorned beach towel, tan-lined and slowly reddening rumps pointed towards the sun. The duo simply smile, legs interlocking and swinging like two giddy schoolgirls. Whether it’s the location, the atmosphere, or simply the beer, Kim and Ann‘s lips find one another…pressing hard, tongues darting into each other’s mouths.

Ann rolls onto her back, the younger Possible instinctively climbing atop her. Petite and no-so-petite breasts pressed flat, they continue to French one another. Fingers wander, squeezing and caressing as hips buck and grind against the others…

Just as they're getting into it, Kim's phone...tucked in her beach bag...sounds an alert tone.

Kim:Goddammit.

Ann rolls her eyes as Kim raises herself to a kneeling position, straddling the elder redhead as she sits back onto her thighs.

Kim:I told those two dimwits not to call or text us unless it was important.

Never missing an opportunity to get a little fondle in, Ann reaches up and grabs the younger ginger's breasts, Kim giving the elder a sneer of a smile as she digs through her bag. Just as Kim retrieves the device, Ann slips a hand downward...Kim's entire body quivers, Ann's finger disappearing between her dripping labia.

It's a text from Tim.

Text:You would not believe who came in for an audition!

Kim: Th-this... This is im-important?

A second alert receives a groan of irritation. It's a picture. Kim's irritation instantly turns to a look of astonishment upon viewing it, Ann raising an eyebrow while giving her a quizzical smirk with the corner of her mouth. Kim grins like the Cheshire Cat, flipping the phone around so Ann can see.

Ann:Holy... Is that...?

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2