Avocado Orgy

It was Brazen Barbara's idea to slather our bodies in avocado. Heavy. Hanging. Hawaiian. They were falling off the goddamned trees, after all.

Auburn Audrey joined us, and then Rubenesque Renee. At first, the girls just dabbed their paws in the mosaic of natural ingredients we had conjured- avocado, mango, papaya, honey. Coconut milk. Giggles. Exuberance. Cunning.

Steam unfurled upward, following its own coy agenda. At the south end of Molokai, a silent lightening storm lit up the undersides of brooding clouds. Overhead, the tantalizing constellations took second prize to the immediacy of avocado, ripe fruit, and other tasty agents suddenly seducing our skin.

"Oh my, I think I'd better take my shirt off," said Audrey, gorgeous green goo shining on her bare arms. "Otherwise this is going to get all over my clothes."

She wiggled out of a beige tee-shirt, and slid from her khaki shorts. Moments later, a goddess stood before us. Nekkid. Revealed. Soon, avocado elixir was spread on her shapely arms, comely breasts, long legs, and graceful chest. She swayed under the moon like a song. A white-skinned, red-haired song.

Suddenly, Renee slipped from her sundress, and laughed and slicked as slippery water slid under her feet. The shower sprayed playfully, cascading clean (soon green) water over offered limbs and dancing feet. Renee and Audrey, russet and bawdy, playing under the stars. Green earthmilk, a veritable bowl-full, passed from left to right. I slicked the ambrosia down my neck, painted my face, moaned aloud. Barbara was abundant in her gooey application, supplicating her arms to the sky.

The primal panacea was tantalizingly green. Lumps of flesh dissolved between our fingers... goosh... and the hairs in my ears stood on end, pleasurably. We whispered, giggled, and got gooier and gooier. A soft rain fell. Swirl, paint, sigh. Extend toes, inspect feet, re-emerge. Hot water. Floating plumeria. A flickering candle. Heaven on earth? Si.

Bathing outdoors is unparalleled. There is nothing more natural or satisfying. Little laughs and breathless exclamations floated from our secret cove. The palm trees protected us, tall, swaying sentinels, but not for a second insensitive. Our happiness was warm and moist, and tickled the trunks of those trees.

Barbara hinted at a delicious spongue said to be lurking in the shadows, and moments later it was retrieved. And just like that... a new tactile sensation to enjoy. Smooth, slippery nectar. Rough, slightly blustery sea creature. Delicious friction. Ahhh. Our bevy of bathers stroked, sighed, and generally gushed pleasure as the bubbles floated up, up... and burst in the black silk sky.



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jamessteadman 5 years ago from Brisbane

This was like a train wreck. In a good way. From the title, I knew I should've just kept going but no, I read on. Seeing those two plump avocados just looking at me didn't help either. I feel dirty after reading this. But in a good way. Maybe I need an avocado bath...


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Peter Dickinson 5 years ago from South East Asia

Wonderful. Thank you.

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