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Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07

Date: 11/6/2017, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male / Females, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

[[[-IF4-P7.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 07: "Idyllic" ------------------------------------------- -*- Monday, June 1, 2015 -*- Foamy seawater burst in small explosions around my bare feet as I strode through the surf. A breeze swept through my hair and cooled my otherwise sunburned face. My eyes were glued to the ground, where sea and sand met. There was nothing here, I said inwardly. Just busted-up pieces of mussel shells. Then, I saw something - a blue and white seashell glowing in the sand just a few feet away. It was perfectly formed, with shallow ridges all around. That would be a fine addition to my ever-growing collection! But when a small wave tumbled in, the shell disappeared from sight. Undaunted, I lunged through the water and bent down at the spot where the shell was. Miraculously still there, I began to close my fingers around it. "Watch out!" came a voice from behind me. But it was too late. A runaway surfboard banged hard into my shin and knocked me completely off balance. I fell down in the water and lost my grip on the seashell, which gently floated out to sea and then vanished beneath the surface. Good luck finding it now, right? "I'm sorry, Jeremy!" came that same, concerned voice. I ignored the slender, feminine hand that soon offered to help me to my feet. Upset at the sudden pain in my lower leg, I sprung up myself and snapped at Kristanna, "Why ... don't you have your safety leash on your board?" Obviously feeling guilty, Kristanna raised one foot and pointed to a broken, fettered black cord around her ankle. "I guess I need to get a new leash. I'm sorry, Jeremy..." "It's okay," I mumbled in response, accepting her apology. How could I be angry at this amazing woman for more than a second or two? My wife clearly did nothing wrong on purpose. "Krissy!" Pamela screeched from about 30 feet out in the water, laying frontside-down on her own surfboard and happily paddling about as if she did not have a care in the world. Pamela even got a humorous, somewhat goofy expression upon her face as she tilted her head from side-to-side in a repeated motion, adding, "Krissyyyyyy! Get back out here!" "Hold on a minute, baby," Kristanna told Pamela, glancing back over her shoulder at her, before returning her focus to me. She offered me the sexiest little pout I had ever seen, then sadly mewed, "Are you sure you're okay, Jeremy?" "KRISSYYYYYY!" Pamela wailed out, clearly wanting her to come back out and resume the surfing lesson she was providing for her. I figured Pamela must not have witnessed that board cruelly smack me in the shin a short time ago. Otherwise, she would have been right over here, checking on me. "I'll live," I told Kristanna, before pointing out beyond her. "Now go. Go, woman." I smiled and added, "Go before that loud, banshee cry of Pamela's awakens any dead island spirits in the area!" "Wow," Kristanna chuckled, ...