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NOTE:

We would like to thank all of the fans of "Ami and Sasha" out there who have
taken the time to write us!  Our story has recieved over 4500 hits at a new
erotica site, www.eroticstories.com, and a tremendous response!  Some days we
are on top (number one) - pun intended!  We are working on a sequel to the
continuing adventures of our frolics!  Thanks again!

Kisses,

Ami and Sasha

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IN THE SAND

by Ami and Sasha

***

It was decided they would meet on neutral ground.

Hawaii was the ideal spot, for it was almost right smack in the middle of
their homelands.  Besides, it was winter in Australia and plane tickets were
cheap. A small, isolated and sparsely populated island was chosen, far way
from the typical tourists spots.  A single standing, lone beach house had
been carefully selected with a bedroom view of the ocean and a private beach.

Neither of them had been to Hawaii, and this added to the mystique and
mysterious nature of the event.  Ami had it easy.  She simply told her family
she was meeting an Australian female pen pal there for a vacation.  No one
suspected a thing and no one feared she was in any danger.  It would have been
different if she were meeting a strange man for the first time.

Sasha, on the other hand, had a decision to make.  She could either be
totally up front and tell her husband that she was going to meet Ami, or lie
and say she was meeting Karin, her old college friend from Melbourne.  Karin
had moved to California four years ago.  She wanted to be honest with Brian,
but was afraid that if he became upset, he wouldn't let her go on the trip.
Then, the totally unexpected happened.

One night during dinner, Brian asked, "How's your little girlfriend doing, the
American woman?"

"Oh, she's fine," Sasha said casually.  "Just fine."

"You two still write?"  He hadn't asked about Ami in a long time.

"Oh, sure, you know, writing stuff and all.  We are helping each other with
our novels.  She is a great editor and . . ."

Brian laughed.  "Sasha, I meant, do you still write?"  He winked.

"Yes."	Sasha smiled to herself as she thought of what happened earlier this
lazy Friday afternoon.	After weeks of fear and frustration, Sasha had
finally found the courage and trust to "let go" with Ami over the phone. The
sharing of such intense sexual release was exhilarating and wonderful.	It
was after that they decided they had to meet.

"Why don't you go visit her?  You are due a holiday."  He said it so
matter-of- factly.

Sasha almost dropped her fork.	Brian was not the kind to "share."  What was
he saying?  Had he read her mind?  Had he lost his?

"You MUST be joking," she said, trying not to look guilty.

"No, Sasha, I'm not.  I think you should take the opportunity and see the
United States.  You know I have to go on that business trip for two weeks, why
should you sit here alone?"

"But, you aren't  . . .?"

"Jealous?  Why?  Should I be?"  He looked at her in a strange, peculiar way.

"No, not at all.  It's a silly girlie thing, just our fantasies at play.
Besides she is very much in love with her boyfriend, Karl."

"Go make your fantasies come true," he said.  "Not everyone gets the chance."
Sasha got up from her chair and ran to kiss him.  He barely managed to
whisper, "Just make sure you come back."

***

Ami stood on the porch of the beach house.  She was wearing a loose, sheer
floral skirt, a black tank top, sandals and a straw hat.  Because of
complications with the plane schedules, she had to arrive the day before
Sasha.  She hoped Sasha was able to find her way here.  After all, she had to
catch two boats, a bus and a taxi.

She had spent the night before watching the sunset and drinking an imported
Australian beer.  Her stomach was in knots.  Would she be able to finally go
through with it after all these months?  The endless weeks of erotic e-mails,
Internet chats and long distance phone conversations?

Then she saw the taxi.  It approached in a cloud of sand, slowly coming down
the deserted beach road.  Ami cupped her hands over her straining eyes, trying
to take deep breaths, and forcing herself to remain calm.

Sasha got out of the vehicle with a suitcase and a flight bag.	She was
wearing khaki shorts and a sexy little sleeveless white blouse.  Her "Aloha"
flowers were still around her neck.  Ami couldn't quite see her face because
of her dark shades.

She walked up to the porch and they stood before each other.  There was a
moment of silence.  Then Sasha dropped her luggage and both of them screamed
as they embraced and swung each other around.

"You look just like your pictures!" Sasha said.

"So, do you!  Only better!" Ami cried.

"Oh, it is so great to see you in the flesh!  You are beautiful!"  Sasha felt
a slight erotic tingle up her spine.

"Pinch me, Sweetie, I am real."  They giggled and pinched each other and then
hugged again.  A long, slow, intoxicating embrace that sent heat waves from
their breasts down to the special place between their soft, shapely thighs.
Neither of them spoke.	They could only feel each other's warmth through
their clothes.	They stood like that for what seemed like hours.  Then Ami
took Sasha by the hand and led her in the house.

"Oh, it's lovely here, the view is breathtaking.  You’ll love it, Sweetie."
Sasha dragged Ami to the window.  They stood in the open sliding glass doors
and took in the sea with their arms around each other.  Both of them looked
surprisingly natural and very, very comfortable.

***

Six hours later, after a candlelit dinner and several Pina Coladas, they
stood there again before the window.  It was night and the moon shone
brightly on the waves and water.

"Let's take a walk," said Sasha.  She knew Ami might be a little nervous.

"Here, Sweetheart, bring your drink."

After all, Sasha had experimented sexually with two or three women before she
married Brian. She honestly thought she would never desire another woman
again, especially after eight years of marriage.  It had been a long, long
time.  On the other hand, Ami was a virgin in this area, and had never dreamt
of making love to another woman.  At least not until she met Sasha by
complete accident in a writer's chat room one lonely evening. As they walked
hand in hand to the edge of the water, those special erotic feelings became
more and more evident. Sasha sat in the sand and sipped her drink, with her
legs spread out before her.

"It's kind of chilly at night," Ami said as she sat next to her.  Sasha looked
at her.  Ami was so beautiful, so kind, so real.  Her long, black curls were
blowing in the wind and her dark Mediterranean eyes sparkled. She looked like
an exotic islander woman.

Ami smiled back.  She could sense the excitement building as she stared into
Sasha's bright green eyes.  Her mannerisms were so soothing, her skin so white
and soft, her Australian accent so melodic.

It surprised Sasha that Ami made the first move as she reached over and
touched her lightly on the check.  She stroked it softly, tenderly, lovingly.

They both knew they had made the right decision. As they began to kiss, a
feeling of heat and passion began to spread through their bodies like a slow
moving brush fire.  The kisses began soft and romantic, growing in intensity
as they began to explore each other's bodies. They lay back on the fine,
silky white sand.

After about an hour of kissing and holding each other, they knew it was time.
Both of them wanted to know each other's secrets, and experience the mystery
of it.	Their worlds had come together at last.  Sasha slid Ami's tank top
over her head.	She had on no bra and her breasts were bare in the moonlight.
 Her nipples were erect from the wind and Sasha's kisses.  They were large,
brown, and looked as delicious as chocolate.  She was full, ripe and ready to
be stroked and fondled.

Sasha took Ami's right nipple into her mouth and began to suck it gently.
Ami's breathing was getting heavier as her body began to grow tense.  Sasha
then took Ami's other breast into her mouth.  It grew even harder on her
tongue.  The tiny edges of her tanned nipples resembled little erections.
Sasha swirled her tongue in circular motions as she continued to suck.  Ami
whimpered softly.

Ami's hands had already made their way to unbutton Sasha's delicate top.  She
quickly unsnapped her delicate, lacey black bra and cupped her hands over
Sasha's wanting bosom.	Despite the wind, they felt so warm.  Ami leaned over
and teased both nipples with her tongue.  She ran her wet tongue in circles
around and around each tip.  Sasha watched her and the actual visual image
made her grow even wetter between her legs.  Both of the women could feel
their sex kittens come alive.  The wetness was oozing as their moist flesh
began to throb and swell.

Ami eagerly climbed on top of Sasha.  She unzipped her shorts and pulled them
down.  Sasha felt her nude body in the sand, in the moonlight, and in Ami's
control.  She wanted more.  Ami ran her hand up Sasha's thigh until she
reached her pink, hungry lips.	She softly stroked the creamy folds as her
hands began to glide more freely, covered with Sasha's dripping honey.	They
were both gasping in pure pleasure.  Again, to Sasha's delight, Ami took the
lead.  She gently spread Sasha's legs wide open, as far apart as they could
humanly go. Sasha felt exposed, vulnerable to Ami, exposed to nature and to
the world.

"Talk to me," Ami whispered.  "Talk to me like we do on the phone."

"Baby, lick me.  Drink me.  I want you inside me.  Deeper! Ami, deeper!  Lick
my juices dry.  I want your tongue so far inside me I can feel it in my
throat.  Suck me, fuck me, make me cum all over your beautiful face.  Sip my
cum like a glass of champagne.  Get drunk on my cum. Oh Ami, fuck me,
sweetheart."

"Yes, my love."  Ami's head was burrowed deep between Sasha's hot and hungry
thighs.  She tried to watch but all she could see was a tangled mess of black
tresses.  Ami's tongue explored her fleshy, pink folds, her love lips, while
she massaged her pearl with one hand.  The other finger went in and out of her
wet, dripping slit over and over again.

She added another finger and continued the in-and-out movement, as her tongue
worked on polishing a jewel fit for a princess.  Sasha's juices flowed out of
control, all over Ami's face, all over the sand.  She could hear Ami swishing
her cum as though it were a fine wine.	She was lapping away like a loyal
puppy, swallowing and writhing at the same time. Her own kitten was leaking
all over her legs, her scent sweet and strong.	Sasha could smell Ami in the
wind. Her mouth watered at the thought of going down next.

Ami then took one finger, and put in Sasha's mouth.  Sasha sucked the finger
like she sucked Brian's cock, but harder, more passionately, as Ami continued
to lick her clit into a hard, sloppy frenzy. Then Ami took the wet finger from
Sasha's mouth and gently slid it into her anus.  Sasha shuddered at this
sensation.  She could feel her muscles gripping Ami's finger like a clamp.
Although Sasha had experienced anal sex before with Brian, she never felt a
woman in that special spot.

"Ami, that feels sooooo good," she barely whispered.

"Want me to?"  Ami raised her head from Sasha's clit.  Her eyes were wide and
honest.   Pussy juice glistened on her chin.

"Do what?"  Sasha asked, becoming more aroused than ever.  Ami couldn't
possible mean what she thought she meant?

"Lick you there."

"No, Ami.  You don't have to do that!"

But Sasha couldn't help the uncontrollable desire that crept upon her
unexpectedly.

"Have you ever done that before?"

"Never.  You?"

"Never.  Talk to me.  Tell me your wildest, dirtiest thoughts."

As Sasha began to speak, Ami spread her soft, butt cheeks wide open and kissed
each one.  "Tongue fuck my ass, Ami.  Tongue fuck my asshole, baby.  Harder!
Make me cum in a way I never have before with a man."

Ami stuck her tongue inside Sasha's most private orifice.  She thrusted it in
and out, while circling the ridge.  Neither one of them was sure if it was
the actual physical act or the thought that they were "doing it" that made
them excited beyond belief. Sasha groaned in pure ecstasy.  Then Ami replaced
her tongue once again with her finger.	Her other hand pumped deep inside
Sasha's vagina.  Her full, red mouth covered Sasha's clitoris like a blowfish
in the nearby ocean.

Sasha screamed as her lower body began to spasm violently, almost painfully,
never ending, as Ami never let up.  These were contractions unlike any other
she had ever experienced.  All three orifices being licked, fondled, sucked
and fucked by a beautiful woman.

They could hear the ocean pounding nearby and they felt the waves crashing.

After her orgasm began to subside a bit, she sat up and suddenly grabbed
Ami's face. She deep tongue kissed her and tasted her own orgasmic secretions
in Ami's mouth.  Their actions became even more frenzied.  Ami lay down as
Sasha pulled up her skirt and began to rub her pussy up and down as though
she were trying to start a brush fire with the friction.  Ami felt so
incredibly wet and warm.  Again, she could smell her womanly scents drifting
through the ocean breeze.

She pulled Ami's hips up in the air and sat on Ami's vulva like she was
sitting on a horse’s saddle. She rode Ami while at the same time stroking her
little gem with her fingers underneath. It was wild, passionate and sexual.
They were fucking, riding each other, pumping and swaying.  The sounds of
their juices mingling were louder than the sea itself.

"Fuck me, Sasha, Fuck me.  Oh God."

Right before she burst into climax, Sasha jumped off and took Ami's
protruding middle lip into her mouth.  She ate and drank like a thirsty
tiger.	Sasha could feel the delicious, creamy cum spurting out of Ami and
into her wanting mouth.  It was bizarre, dangerous, sexy and beautiful. 
Ami's vagina grabbed hold of Sasha's tongue and held it until the last drop
of cream poured down her throat.

The two held each other in the sand, while they kissed and licked each other
clean.

This was only the beginning. Aloha.

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