Silver And Bronze

From Silver St. Cloud's diary:

'I am basically marooned here on a small island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. The closest land is dozens of miles away. Too far to swim, unless I was Aquaman. There are no boats of significance here either. If only I knew how to fly the helier..er...

'Talia has tried to be a hostess, not a warden. But I am still her captive. That cannot be forgotten. I will not give into that kidnap victim mentality where the victim becomes friends with the kidnappers – I believe it's called the Stockholm Syndrome. But I am not Patty Hearst - I'm much stronger than that.'

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The days and weeks passed. Silver had combed every inch of the island from the beach below the villa to the old ruins. There was nothing there to help her. Even the small jetty she had discovered on the north shore was crumbling and probably hadn't seen use for decades.

The villa was large and roomy. Silver found she could avoid even seeing Talia for hours at a time. There was an extensive library, mainly classics and various texts but there was a small section of relatively contemporary fiction as well. There was also a good stereo system and a large selection of classical music, especially Bach.

She and Talia were the only people on the island with the exception of the old caretaker and his wife who also acted as their cook. The old couple was rarely seen by the young women.

Some old date groves had grown wildly across the crest of the island, in areas the other small trees hadn't claimed. The dates themselves were delicious. Silver often plucked a few during her explorations.

The nights were lovely. The air was warm and flowed through the windows into her room, caressing her skin. She took to sleeping in the nude, as she occasionally had done in Gotham at the height of the summer. Her clothes were loose airy garments that were easily removed if she decided to swim, which she found herself doing more and more.

The waters were also warm and gentle. And since she and Talia were practically alone on the island (she often forgot the old caretaker and his wife were even there), she never worried about skinny-dipping.

One morning, nearly two months after their arrival, Silver went down to the cove to lay on the beach and take a dip in the water. She brought a book from the library but doubted she'd get much reading done.

As she neared the water, she heard a splash. Coming around a small rocky outcrop, she saw Talia swimming. Silver froze, entranced by the beautiful scene before her.

Talia swam with all the grace she exhibited on land. She barely created any turbulence in the water. Walking out of the water, she stood for a moment on the small beach, the water dripping off her shapely, naked form. Then she sprinted to the right and a small shelf of rock. From there, she executed a near-perfect dive into the water.

Silver stepped back into the shadows of the foliage. She didn't want to be seen for some reason. But she also had an unusual desire to see more of Talia. She was rewarded when the bronze-skinned woman stepped out of the water again.

Talia was nearly perfect from her beautiful face down to her almost ideal breasts, her thin waist, and long, slender legs. Her brown areola stood out prominently on her naturally tanned skin. And she was shaven. Silver had never seen another woman who was completely bare down there.

Running her hands down, Talia brushed water off her high, round breasts and then down her flat stomach. As Silver stared in wonder, one hand slipped between the other woman's long legs and began to move slowly back and forth.

Silver was astounded! This woman was masturbating right in front of her! She was torn between twin desires to stay or to go. A somewhat quieter urge told her to join Talia on the beach but she ignored that.

As Talia stroked herself, Silver stood transfixed, her hand slipping between her legs and squeezing herself through the silky material. She shuddered as Talia threw her head back, took a deep breath and moaned softly before rising to her knees on the sand.

Silver withdrew, her body on fire, as Talia lay on the white sand and closed her eyes.

Silver ran up the path back to the villa. She dashed into her room and closed the door. As soon as the door slammed behind her, she suddenly wondered why she acted as if she'd done something wrong. It wasn't like she was peaking through drapes into someone's bedroom, Talia was out in the open doing...

Suddenly feeling flushed, Silver fell onto her bed. Curling into a near-fetal position, she squeezed her arms between her legs and fell asleep.

Her dreams were full of beautiful women, some clothed and some nude. She knew they were all stunning but could only make out the faces of three: Erin, Lyssa, and, of course, Talia. All were smiling at her, holding out a hand in welcome. The other hand was between the legs of the girl standing alongside, as they massaged and probed each other's sex.

Talia's open hand slipped between her legs as Silver realized she was nude as well. Long fingers slipped inside of her as Erin's, or was it Lyssa's?, hand caressed her breast.

Silver came hard from the inquisitive hands. The climax was enough to bring her to consciousness. And to the realization that the hand between her legs was her own and her other hand had been caressing her full breast.

She fell back. She had a wet dream about women! But she admitted to herself that she had been turned on by Talia on the beach. And the last orgasm she'd had was given to her those many weeks ago by the other two girls that appeared in her dream.

Still excited, Silver began to manipulate her sex again. This time she tried to focus on Bruce or one of her other previous lovers. Every time she let her concentration slip, she saw Talia. Finally, Silver gave in and allowed herself to picture Talia as she had appeared on the beach.

This climax was more intense than any self-induced orgasm she'd had in quite some time.

Silver drifted off to sleep, her hand still between her legs.