Girls stick together.

“Me and you, Laura?” Meg said to her friend as more of a question than an answer.

Laura nodded happily in return.

“Wonderful. Two friends together,” the resort worker said cheerily.

Meg couldn’t tell if the man was happy or disappointed by her decision to go with her friend and not take him up on his offer. In truth, she didn’t feel confident enough in herself to be alone with the half-naked man right now.

In a practised and confident manner, the jet ski attendant quick ran through an introductory course in the operation of the leisure craft. It all seemed simple enough. Pull the throttle to go forward, stay loose at the knees and let yourself go with the rise and fall of the machine across the waves. There was even a braking mechanism if you wanted to stop.

“To the north, there are some beautiful little secluded coves and beaches for you to explore. To the south is a magnificent marine park and coral reef. The fish are amazing in every colour and variety you can imagine,” the attendant pointed in the different directions offering the ladies suggestions on where they might like to go and explore. Then facing out to the deeper sea, directly away from the beach, “And out there, you can see some island. The waves get bigger out there and it is a lot of fun to ride the skis.” He made whooshing sounds with his mouth and mimed the rise and fall of a jet ski with his mouth. Laura laughed at his antics and Meg thought that was where she would like them to go.

“So, who is driving?” he asked when his orientation was done.

Laura and Meg looked at each other.

“You can,” the redhead woman told her friend getting in first.

Next was the process of getting onto the craft. Meg watched as Laura climbed on first. Floating higher in the water she needed to be assisted up onto it. Meg got a full eyeful of her friend's golden-downed pussy as she climbed up and threw her leg over the seat. Meg was certain the handsome attendant would have gotten as equal a look at Laura’s fanny as she did, if not better.

Her heart was racing as he then moved to help her up next. Her face was scarlet as she was lifted up by the safety vest, bum and everything down below just inches from the man’s face. She felt so naked and self-conscious as she spread her legs wide, pussy now dewy and wet, and settled herself quickly in behind Laura.

“Ok, have a beautiful time,” he called out to them as Laura turned the handle for the accelerator.

Meg let out a yelp and a moan as just as they took off to leave, the man’s cool, damp hand smacked her on the exposed arse like he was slapping a horse to get it moving. Meg's breath came in lusty pants as they left the beach area.

“Which way?” Laura called back to Meg over the noise of the engine.

“North,” Meg yelled back as she clung on tight to the other woman. She needed to get away from naked strangers for a short time at least.

Laura could feel the hum and vibration of the boat's motor rising up and into the seat, striking her pussy and sending an incredible thrum all through her. She could tell Meg was feeling it too as she became aware of her friend groaning louder in her ear with every small bump and crest, they went over. Laura had used vibrators many times in her life and this felt a lot like it, only bigger and not quite as powerful. She turned her wrist coaxing even more speed and vibrations from the mechanical beast.

Behind Laura, Meg couldn’t keep her eyes open. The seat beneath her pussy was coated in her juices and she was slipping back on forth on the leather. Her pussy lips drooling an increasing path of moisture. She was going to cum if they didn’t stop soon. Meg’s mind was aware she should feel embarrassed if she orgasmed in front of her friend like this but couldn’t find the focus needed for that kind of logic.

Opening her eyes for just a second, Meg saw a gap opening up around the next headland that might indicate one of the secluded coves the man had mentioned. “Over there,” she shouted letting one arm go of Laura to point out what she’d seen.

Laura nodded and turned towards where her friend had indicated.

Closer to the rockier shore the swell that was non-existent back at the resort was present. The jet ski jumped and bounced both girls. Meg rose and fell over and over in close to the same timing and rhythm she would have if she’d been on top of her partner Jim riding his dick. It was all she could take and she lost control of her body.

“I’m cumming!” Meg called out and let out one long continuous moan of pure pleasure as she orgasmed deeply. She held onto the only thing she could, Laura, as she shook and spasmed with primal intensity. Ab muscles tensing, Meg couldn’t help writhe herself against Laura’s back, looking like she was humping her closest friend.

For the almost two-minute duration it took Laura to guide them towards the beach, she had the hair-raising sound of her friend’s ecstasy screams in her ear. It sounded incredible to her ear. She longed to join Meg in climax but in all things, plastic and other fake toys didn’t quite finish the job for her. They were fun but she needed a lover’s help to cum when using them. Touching white sand, Laura turned the craft off and turned to look at her friend's receding cum-face.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry!” Meg cried as Laura turned in her seat to face her. She expected her friend to be angry and pissed off beyond belief at what had just happened.

Instead, Laura leaned back against the jet ski handlebars and opened her legs wide. “Help me!” she pleaded in a voice full of need. Cupping the redhead's short bob cut hair, she pulled Meg’s face towards her own wet and sticky pussy.