Worship Island

DAY 2

PART 1: BREAKFAST

.... maybe that was a good time to start the week of offline activities...

But she did not, because that bed felt oppressive.

Amara's hair clung to her forehead and neck, all glistening in sweat. It was a tropical island after all, and her previous dream hadn't helped her have a calm, relaxing sleep. She got up feeling her forehead for temperature -- was this a sickness fever or just horny excitement? It had been a while since this had happened.

Moving in the darkness, she found her way to the bathroom and turned on the light. The sharp pain of clarity made her close her eyes, as she touched her face and bosom, all covered in sloppy island sweat. Her hands moved down to her belly and a slightly wetter sensation on her inner thigh reminded her of just how exciting that dream had been. Gosh, that was a lot -- the days and days without release had piled up for sure. The small twinge of curiosity led two fingers inside her shorts and oh how they slid easily: her lips parted slightly when she let out a breath, feeling the heat of her clit against the cool touch of her own hand, and a breeze from a fortunately open window in the bathroom made her relax a bit more into her own touch.

Finally opening her eyes, she managed to see her image: chaotic hair everywhere, her pjs stuck to her skin in many places, and now one hand inside her shorts.

She watched carefully how the fabric of her shorts shifted as she rubbed her middle finger over her clit, sliding: up and down, left and right... it was just too easy. The silence of the night was only interrupted by the occasional wet sounds her fingers made, and the odd cricket outside. It was way too slick, her skin was burning way too much and she was just aching... the circular motions got her closer to the edge, and she put one leg up the sink - both a mindful and a mindless act to expand and give more space to the red hot wetness. Her clit circles kept getting more pressure and her small gasps, quicker and quicker, brought the sweet trembling to her hips and legs: with a long moan that sounds more like a sigh, she came as her hand got out of her shorts and she leaned over the sink to support herself, both legs now on the floor, breathing heavily.

Blank orgasms were her favorite: no specific thoughts or scenes in mind, only the feral, achy need in her hips demanding to be satisfied. It was almost meditative to come this hard while thinking of nothing, and after deeper breaths leaning on the sink, she felt a sweet sleepiness cover her eyelids and body, dragging her back to bed again. She quickly washed her hands and moved, catching a glimpse of a clock that showed 5h10 AM.

Was all this even real or still a lucid dream? She didn't know... the embrace of her double bed took her and a few minutes, slumber came over her exhausted limbs.

xx

The morning started with the banging sound of an alarm at 8h30.

Face down on the mattress, Amara could barely move to reach her phone and stop the maddening noise. This was not enough sleep but she knew that the scheduled group breakfast -- the first of the series for the next week -- was not optional, so she had to find a way to get herself out of the bed and into the shower.

In starting to brush her teeth, she caught a glimpse that brought memories and confirmed that despite the confusion of lucid dreaming, her wet dream and subsequent wet rubbing had actually happened. A shower was most needed as all the action had made her curls lose their shape...

Under the water, she reconnected the dots and remembered the person in her dream who had caused everything. Knowing this was a group breakfast, she was intending on sitting near him while wearing a light summer dress, to investigate more about his mysterious character while playfully showing a bit of skin. The thought of hearing his voice again suddenly made her aware of the drops of water slurping her now hardened nipples, which she forcefully ignored to avoid being late.

This was good motivation to rush out of the shower, dry herself quickly, pick her dress, sunglasses and sandals, shake her hair to get rid of excess water, spray some perfume, apply a fruity gloss to her lips and leave. The island demanded a carefree, laid-back morning and this was her intention.

Most people were already there, and she apologized for being late while greeting everyone and checking their style: touching her wet curls, she felt self-conscious for a second as everyone was more dressed up for the breakfast than she had imagined. Sophisticated hats and even high heels all around, she shifted her focus to the food. An amazing selection of local fruit met her eyes with a rainbow of colors and her plate soon became a canvas.

"Starting the morning sweetly, I see" - somehow, a warm smile could be heard in those words.

Memories of how her morning started while it was still dark passed briefly and she nodded vigorously to shake them off. After all, this was still the second day.

"Gotta make sure there's enough sugar to keep going. It's going to be a long day for us!"

Placing her plate on the table, Amara's focus shifted to eating and hearing the chitchatting around. Between sips of her fresh orange juice and small talk with Dana, a breakfast table neighbor who kept going on and on about how hard it was for her to disconnect from work and how hot this island was (at 25C, Amara was just fine but nodded politely), the depth of Damien's laughter and voice in distance made her turn her head a few times. It would have been too much to sit with him today, but that magnetic desire to be close was still buzzing in her head, to the point she couldn't be present fully for Dana.

With the excuse of recharging her mug of coffee, she slid away from Dana for a bit and went to look out a window for a fresh breath. The blue sea sprawling endlessly, merging with the skies, brought an inner peace she rarely felt.

Life was good.

But in turning around to recharge her mug, her peace got shattered: she saw a smiling woman touching Damien's arm playfully as they both laughed in a group of people. It wasn't a stranger's touch as first came a playful slap and a pinch, followed by soothing rubbing over the area previously attacked.

Life wasn't always that good. A hole in her stomach formed as her face flushed with a mix of sadness and embarrassment. Of course someone like that was taken...

She sighed, took her coffee and went back to Dana. Talking about the scorching heat and the great coffee had to be a big deal now, to give her something else to focus on.

Time went by.

Damien and his partner had apparently finished their breakfast and were now in another small group, standing next to a big window. Amara couldn't help but look at them and yes, this was definitely a couple and a beautiful one at that.

Amara was torn between jealousy and admiration.

Damien's form was already well-known by every layer of her consciousness: slightly bulky with the right amount of hug potential, could probably break someone's arm if needed but would likely never do so as his entire being seemed to be under a blanket of softness. The woman seemed to be a lanky version of him: a few centimeters shorter, slimmer form but shockingly defined arms and legs, exposed by her elegant set of matching shorts and top which exposed a slit of her abs that were, of course, also so defined that the outlines of her muscles could be seen as she laughed boisterously. Her head moved as she told jokes and her bangs and short, straight hair moved neatly in line with her smile... they were so beautiful, both separately and together, that Amara almost got angry at it all. It was barely the second day and her emotions had already gone rollercoaster mode.

She decided to go to her room to be alone for a while.

Bidding "see you soon" to Dana, who was becoming a bit clingy, she got up and said a quick hello to Dani, the bride, who in her wave of excitement for the upcoming party squeezed her into a hug.

"Gosh, Ames!! It's gonna be insane tonight, we planned 12h from 7PM so y'all can rest during the day and party until the morning -- what color is your dress?"

"Well, first I thought about a purple, but-"

"Dames! Come here!" Dani interrupted Amara abruptly as she saw the couple passing nearby. "This is Ames, Damien: that's where I got your nickname from! Ames, Dames is the project manager that helped survive that hellhole I quit last year" Dani was grinning as she held Damien's forearm in one hand, and had her other arm tightly gripping Amara's waist. Maybe Dani's breakfast had an extra element, as this level of energy was not usual in all the time they've known each other.

Amara couldn't protest as this was her big day and couldn't blame anyone for her sour mood (except for his drop-dead gorgeous partner maybe) so she smiled as the four now made a circle.

"We spoke briefly yesterday" he softly uttered. "Nice to meet you ag-"

"Yess that's so cool you guys have already met! I love that we're all gonna get to know each other these next few days" she interrupted him again. "And this is his lovely wife, Florence, who somehow does the same workouts as him -- girrrrl you're so fit!"

Dani was definitely on something.

Florence grinned, feigning shock, and took the opportunity to bow.

"Thank you thank you, but you are the queen today, my lady! All eyes on you, baby" she uttered, taking Damien's free arm to simulate a dance. He acquiesced, moving awkwardly on purpose while looking at Amara who, still tightly gripped by Dani, seemed taken aback by all that excitement.

"You and I need to keep up with these 'sunshines', Ames" he said as they now engaged in dancing, with Dani grabbing Ames by the waist even more to shake.

"Guys, the party is at 7, no? I still need to prepare myself mentally" she said uselessly, being taken by the group that now asked someone to put some music on and actually start dancing in the terrace.

Her grumpiness softened as the circle widened: the groom started a 2000s playlist which sent Dani, who did not let go of her waist, to heaven with excitement. Next to them, Damien and Florence danced together some kind of salsa, which absolutely did not fit the music but was entertaining anyway. Other people joined.

Maybe drugs were part of the menu for the morning and she was the only one who hadn't been warned?

After a while, the burst of energy dissipated and giving Dani a hug, Amara started heading back. On her way, Florence and Damien, sipping some water, wave at her.

"Hey Ames" says Florence. "Dames tells me that you two have the same energy levels" she grins, hand on his shoulder.

Amara felt the burning of jealousy and sadness in her guts.

"Well, I was quite jetlagged yesterday, but it is true that my batteries don't last very long... Dani was dragging me around as you might have seen"

"I am always dragging this mofo around myself" she shook his shoulder, "but tonight, if he cannot keep up with me, I might drag you instead... or leave you two to rest in your turtle shells"

Florence was bold. This was not the kind of familiarity Ames would have been comfortable with in this case where they basically just met, but the aura of charisma they both had, alongside her tiny heartbreak, gave her a "fuck it" attitude at this point.

Plus, undeniably: they were both not only charismatic but also objectively hot. Ames wasn't necessarily into women -- she enjoyed looking at beautiful people, no matter who - and this was a treat. She could imagine how hot they were together when...

"See you at seven?" He says, interrupting her thoughts.

Holding her silence for a bit, she nods.

"See you soon".

Amara walked to her room and rested on the couch, looking at her dress for the party later.

Not having any electronic devices was a doozy.