Kaole

Spring has sprung at Kamaole Beach with droves of Spring Breakers flocking to the islands from the mainland. The only real difference between Spring and any other time of the year is the swimwear...or lack thereof. Only the rich kids can afford to fly in from the other forty-nine states, inevitably buying the tiniest, most uber-expensive bikinis for the sole purpose of showing off the goods, taking selfies on the Maui, and getting laid.

Aside from the occasional drunken frat boy...or sorority sisters for that matter...staggering up to the lifeguard hut to hit on them, Nani and Kalani have it pretty easy. This was to be Kalani's day off, but with the beaches full of pasty-faced, sun-burnt haole* she decided to come in and help out. Technically speaking, Nani is the lead lifeguard today, leaving her blonde compatriot to pick up the slack as needed.

Standing at the rail of the lifeguard hut, peering through pairs of binoculars, Nani watches the beach-goers, her eyes wandering from muscle-bound jock to tight-bodied cheerleader types. Kalani, trying her best to act the professional part, sits atop a lifeguard chair, her dark sunglasses hiding the fact that she's doing much the same. There's just so much eye candy...so much sensory overload...neither of the two can't help but let their minds wander.

Hours pass. Between visions of well-hung undergrads pounding her from behind, Kalani can't help but notice her fellow lifeguard below. A fingernail grazing the outside of her red one-piece, Nani all but fingers herself through the stretchy fabric, blissfully unaware that she has a spectator. Kalani crosses her legs to hide the ever-growing wet spot in her shorts...the dark-haired woman begins to roll her hips, her round butt cheeks heaving in slow circles.

From the vantage point of the tourists, all they can see is Nani's upper body above the railing, oblivious to the fact that she's pulled her suit aside...a finger thrusting into her sopping wet gap. Minutes pass, the dark-skinned native focusing on a particularly buxom grad student, imaging the hotties' lily-white face staring up at her from between her legs...grinding against the mouth of some 'daddy's little girl' as she sits on her face. One finger turns into two, pressing to the third knuckle...her teeth biting her lower lip are the only indication that she's anything but a dutiful lifesaver on duty.

Kalani all but visibly shivers, her inner thighs trembling as she watches Nani's hips ungulate, a dribble of her juices running down the dusky woman's inner thighs. Climbing down from her perch, a wet spot left on the chair's cushion, the blonde lifeguard can't take it any longer. Oblivious to the woman, Nani visibly jumps, nearly dropping her binoculars as a hand grasps her ass cheek.

Kalani: Let's take a break.

Wheeling her head around, Nani is met with the business-like stance of a lifeguard surveying the amassed tourist for any signs of distress. The fingers slipping beneath her swimsuit, pressing the untanned bulges of her slick labia, would suggest otherwise. Between the impromptu wet tee-shirt contests, beer bongs, and the overpowering scent of cannabis in the air, hardly a single person notices when the two lifeguards slip away...retreating to the hut for a little more concealment.

* Non-Native (non-Hawaiian)

Original Sketch by Pechi
Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2