Wai Mālie

For ease of reading-sake we'll call the unnamed lifeguard from Lilo and Stitch "Kalani"...a fairly common women's name in Hawaii.  Roughly translated, Wai Mālie means: calm (quite) water.

It's the middle of the weekend and despite being the peak of the tourist season, it's absolutely dead along Nani's and Kalani's stretch of Kamaole Beach.  Having been hired on as a lifeguard some six months ago, Nani can only remember a handful of days like this.  Aside from the occasional squawking seagull, the only excitement they've seen all afternoon is a couple of coconuts falling from a nearby tree.

Resting her chin on her crossed arms, Kalani leans against the stations wooden railing, strumming her fingers out of shear boredom.  A seemingly more dutiful Nani sits atop a stool behind her, appearing to be scanning the water with a pair of binoculars.

Kalani: Jeez.  Did the moaʻe lehua* decide to take the day off?  I've never seen the water this calm in the middle of the afternoon.

Nani: I know, right.  It's as smooth as glass.

Looking under her binoculars, Nani smiles, staring at her fellow lifeguard's perfectly heart-shaped ass.  To relieve some of their mutual boredom, Nani tries to engage the blonde in a little game.

Nani: Hmmm.  I spy with my little eye, something round.

Kalani knows exactly where her slightly nymphomaniacal co-worker is going with this.  Not a single day has gone by without Nani, at the bare minimum, throwing out some sort of sexual innuendo.  Some time during any given work week both of them usually wind up in a quivering pile atop one another.  Rolling her eyes with a little smirk, she plays along.

Kalani: Is it a coconut?

Nani: Nope.

Kalani: Is it peach-shaped?

Nani: Uh-uh.  You know the rules.  Be specific.

Kalani looks over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow, grinning mischievously.  Nani, in turn, climbs off her perch...continuing to stare at the blonde woman's back side with a slightly lecherous smile.

Kalani: Is it...this?

Cocking her hips to one side, Kalani reaches between her legs with one hand, gliding the tip of her index finger along the crease between her labia. 

Nani: Getting warmer.

Nani steps behind the blonde, leans over, and then begins to glide her fingers up the sides of Kalani's rib cage.  Ticklish, the blonde trembles and giggles.  Reaching her shoulder blades, the raven haired femme hooks her fingers under the blonde's shoulder straps and pulls them aside.  In one quick motion, Nani pulls her swimsuit down her arms...Kalani's breasts jiggling as they pop out from behind the stretchy fabric.  Over her hips and down her thighs, Nani lets the garment slip to the decking.

Still looking over her shoulder, now matching Nani's lustful smile, the naked blonde raises up.  Reaching behind her, Kalani grabs both of her flawless, untanned butt cheeks.

Kalani: Is it...these?

Nani: Mmm-hmm.  You win.  Now it's your turn.

Stepping forward, Nani presses her hips against the blonde's ass, one hand sliding up to grab the underside of her breast.  Nani's other hand slips around the woman's hip, her finger tips making their way to just above Kalani's shaven mound.

Kalani: I spy with my little eye, something long and narrow.

Nani: Is it...?

Nani skillfully slips a fingertip downward, gently circling the tall blonde's clitoris for a moment, then plunges it into her.  Her mouth wide open, eyes tightly shut, Kalani throws her head back.  Letting out a long, wavering moan the buxom woman grabs Nani's wrist in half-hearten protest as a second...and then a third finger pushes into her.

Nani: ...my fingers?

Kalani:  H'oh fuck!  N-nn-nope!  Geh...  Guess again!

Nuzzling her nose just behind her ear, Nani runs her tongue up the side of Kalani's neck.  Trembling all over, Kalani lets out a whimper as Nani's palm presses against her labia, all of her finger buried to the third knuckle. 

Nani: Long and narrow, huh?  Hmmm.

Letting go of her breast, Nani slips her arm behind the shivering lifeguard, her finger tips pausing just below the blonde's tail bone.

Nani: Is it your...?

Kalani: It...  It isn't th-that!

Nani slides her middle finger down her fellow lifeguard's crack, rotating her palm upwards as she does so, until her fingertip rests against her sphincter.  She can feel her tightening and undulating around her other digits, anticipating what she's about to do.

Nani: I was gonna say papa heʻe nalu.**

Kalani: Nooo!  Wuh-Wait...  Yuh... Yes.  Yes, it is.

* Northeastern trade winds.

** Surf board.

Original Sketch by Pechi

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2