On a trip home to Australia, Sandy slips away from family and friends to enjoy a little quiet time on the shore. There she runs into Alana, an old flame from high school, who's still as beautiful as Sandy remembers.<br><br>Alana's recent breakup has left her vulnerable, but sure of what she wants. Seeing Sandy again after all this time awakens feelings in her she thought she'd buried.<br><br>On the wild sands of an Australian beach, the two women find what they've both been searching for all this time.

Visiting Downunder

Alana’s hand slowly roamed over Sandy’s smooth body, stopping at Sandy’s breasts, where she gently tweaked the nipples. Sandy’s breathing became hard and ragged—she’d already been turned on from masturbating and now felt light-headed. Alana moved downwards, her lips travelling lightly over Sandy’s skin, agonisingly slow, before latching onto a hardened nipple she sucked delicately into her mouth.


“Does that feel good?” Alana giggled, her tongue rolling around the nipple. 


Sandy said nothing, barely breathing, not wanting to break the spell. Her skin was on fire, even though she was covered with goose bumps. 


Alana’s hand roamed over Sandy’s mound before slipping farther down, over her slit. Sandy opened her legs, a shiver of delight rippling through her body as Alana’s fingers slipped inside.


“Oh, my God, you’re so wet,” Alana whispered as her fingers wiggled inside Sandy.


Chapter 3