Hannah. A girl who need's a break from life

"I earned that," Hannah reminded herself repeatedly as she walked under the huge arches onto the island. A light breeze made her thin black dress wave in the wind, playing over her skin.

Still, it felt hollow to think that way, but it also didn't help suppress the urge she'd been feeling for some time. "I earned that."

Hannah loved her life and usually didn't shy away from the harsh responsibilities of adulthood. Taking care of the family, of her job and her studies, all the while caring for the loved ones and being a warmhearted, kind person who still finds time to study. She didn't know what adulthood was supposed to look like at her age, but that wasn't a reason not to take on the duties her family had placed on her. Her younger sister could afford to slack off and go from party to party, one boyfriend after another, one lecture from their father after another. Hannah was different and had to be different. And that worked well. For the most part. But for the past few weeks, every day, more and more, she felt that there had to be more than the safe, organized, and responsible life she so loved.

The island was the fulfillment of all her secret, hidden desires she barely acknowledged to herself.

On a whim, she had searched for 'the perfect escape from life', and among all the strange results on her phone, Mr. Faust's Island paradise was exactly what she needed. She hadn't thought about it, used a surprisingly small portion of her savings from her part-time job for a three-day reservation, and left, leaving only a note saying she would be home soon.

I earned that, she thought. And this time, as she walked under the large, wing-like arches, it resonated.

"Wow..." The island was incredible. Warm sunbeams, soft, gentle light, the sounds of happy people, laughter and loud calls, and the smell of the sea, warm sandstone, and tropical plants instantly relaxed Hannah. She found her accommodation quickly, a small hotel complex, one of several options for spending the night on the island. The room was small but beautifully furnished, clean and peaceful. Maybe a bit too few staff but the young woman didn't mind. She almost lay down on the bed and went to sleep right there, but since even the room was so nice, she wanted to see the rest of the island.

A short time later, the clean, almost intoxicating scent of pure pool water filled her nostrils. She briefly remembered the many times she had cleaned at home, something her sister never did, then she pushed the thought aside, found a nearby sun lounger and settled down in the shade of some pine trees. "Aaah..." She used, stretched her bare legs and, after reassuring her dress sit properly, closed her eyes in blissful residence of this stunning place. It wasn't long before, even with many other visitors around her, the sounds of the water, the laughter of the swimmers, the muffled murmuring of the people on the other sun loungers, the warm sun and the rustling of the wind in the trees, blended together in Hannah's ears, creating a perfect, relaxing mix that allowed her to drift peacefully into dreamland.

“Hey.” Pulled from the perfect darkness of a perfect sleep, almost like floating in pitch black, welcoming water, Hannah drifted further into the gray light that was slowly transforming into the world from which she had just escaped. Sighing softly, the tiredness receded from her body as if it had possessed her, flooding her mind with faint memories of her dreams. They had been wild, strange but oddly relaxing. Hannah couldn't remember what she had seen in her dream. It was as if the dream wasn't hers, but belonged to someone else, chosen just for her, perfectly fitting to make her drift away under ice-cold blue gaze and wake up relaxed and so... so...

Hannah forgot the dream, forgot what she had meant to see, fleeting shadows like writhing bodies. Muffled voices, so powerful that she couldn't resist. A freedom so tangible that she let go of everything she was, everything that made her who she was, and everything that was important to her. Only this freedom mattered.

Forgotten. Like mist on an early morning, the dream vanished, not reachable like water.

And left only the feeling. A feeling…

“Hey, you? Did you sleep well?” Hannah couldn't describe the feeling she was about to forget, but when she looked at the young woman who was gazing at her from the edge of the pool, she felt it again, faint and gentle, at the edges of her consciousness., embarking her like a gentle flood. It was as if…

“What?” Hannah rubbed her eyes and looked at the blonde beauty who let the pool water caress her slender body. Her eyes lingered on the girl's curves, gliding over the green bikini, down to her breasts, then back to her eyes. What, she wondered, fighting the urge to look at the naked, glistening skin of the girl in the pool. But the urge was too strong. Hannah lowered her gaze again. The other girl noticed, and Hannah would have died of shame for staring at another woman so openly… if the other girl hadn't done the same. She let her gaze wander again, deeper, to the contours of the girl's green bikini bottom, her firm buttocks, and the slight splash whenever a small wave splashed between her legs, all the while she almost could feel the stares of the other girl between her breasts and on her stomach.

“It's incredibly relaxing here, right?” The other girl stood up and sipped her drink, then got out of the pool… and walked straight towards Hannah. The brunette couldn't help but stare at the other girl's body with lust, her mouth slightly open, her head still hazy from her deep sleep.

But she could remember the feeling she had dreamed of so intensely.

Desire.

All-consuming, burning desire.

“I… what…” The blonde girl moved like an angel as she walked towards Hannah barefoot. Cool water dripped from her body like liquid diamonds while her deep eyes fixed on Hannah with cold, hungry desire. “Yes… It’s…” She was speechless, but as her legs pressed together under her black summer dress, she felt the consuming throbbing in her labia.

I’m not gay! She never was. Hannah knew exactly that she liked boys and had even had boyfriends. But she had to give up those relationships for her family and the responsibilities that awaited her at home. And yet… When the soft skin, barely covered by the green fabric, pressed against the bench next to her, Hannah didn't move away, but slid closer to the girl. “I’m Desiree,” said the other girl, but she didn’t offer her hand. Instead, her eyes moved directly over Hannah’s body, over her breasts, her neck, then down again between her legs. In her sleep, Hannah's dress hat slipped up, exposing her legs and giving a hint of black underwear under the dress. “I’ve been watching you,” the blonde girl said, looking at Hannah’s lap, then she seemed to remember where one was supposed to look during a first conversation… but lost focus again on Hannah’s breasts. The breasts whose nipples were becoming harder and harder, so hard that they were showing through the thin fabric.

“H-Hannah…” the girl murmured, but Desiree didn’t pay attention to her words, but licked her lips.

“I like your… dress…” she whispered and reached out her hand.

Wait! Hannah thought as Desiree’s hand approached. You’re straight! Do something!

But just as much as Hannah knew she wasn’t into women, she knew that an all-consuming desire had overtaken her. She had never felt anything like it before and…

“I…” Desiree seemed to need all the strength in the world to stop her hand from touching Hannah’s trembling breasts. “I don’t usually do this… but…” She licked her lips again, then giggled nervously. “My fiancé and I are moving… and it’s so stressful and… I don’t know…”

“Yes, I know,” Hannah confirmed softly, her voice hoarse and on the verge of breaking. Her legs rubbed against each other, and she closed her eyes. Both girls sweating under the burning lust in their bodies, wanting nothing more than to quench the thirst of their holes. Images of Desiree and her flashed before her inner eye. The two girls united in a wonderfully delicious, endless moment of desire. Desiree’s body on the cool sheets in her bungalow. Her blonde hair between her legs. “I…” Pull yourself together! Hannah sat up abruptly, which seemed to unsettle the other girl. "It's not what you think. It's just... the stress finally disappearing." It seemed as if the girl in the green bikini was having similar thoughts, as she placed her hands under her knees and smiled awkwardly at Hannah. "My family expects so much from me, and I really want to live up to their expectations... but..." But what, she wondered. You've always been so good at handling pressure... right?

"It's so tempting to just think about you... yourself... for once... right?" Desiree blushed, which gave her cheeks an incredibly sexy look. Hannah began to rub her legs, skin on skin, while pressing her pussy lips together. She could physical feel her nectar gushing between her swollen lips. Her crotch felt like it was on fire, and she was so wet that she was afraid the nearby pool might overflow if her juices continued to flow. "I mean... I love my fiancé... ... but..."

"And I love my family..." The two girls looked at each other helplessly. Hannah knew, like her, Desiree was almost lost do the lust between her legs. It was hard to tell which of them looked more horny, which of them had to restrain herself more from pouncing on the other. "But maybe we just... mmmh... need..."

“A break?” Desiree said, hope shining in her eyes. A hope that Hannah understood all too well. The hope for physical release. Relief from the throbbing in her labia and the tugging in her breasts, the yearning in her hands and the swirling thoughts of sex. But although the hope of escaping the lust and a way to obvious mistake. It it simply too much energy, she decided, and tried to concentrate. I'm just too loaded with exhaustion and I just... need... a fucking... break...

“We both could use some time… for ourselves…” Immediately, Desiree closed her eyes, pursed her lips and leaned in for a kiss, carelessly setting her glass on the floor and… “Alone!” Desiree recoiled. Hannah did too. She hadn't meant to scream that loudly. “I… I…” Desiree, shocked by her own wanton behavior, lowered her head. Hannah could see her nipples, just as stiff and hard as her own. The poor girl had goosebumps and was trembling with desire and adrenaline. “I’m straight…” Hannah didn't know if it was even true anymore. The stranger in front of her seemed able to cope with all the pent-up sexual energy of the last years. “I… I can’t… I…”

“And my fiancé…” It seemed as if Desiree wanted to shake her head, remembering something... And then it was of no importance. “I’m bi…” she said, almost pleading. "And he doesn't need to know... and..." But Hannah could only look helplessly into the girl's eyes. Not even the hardest test or the longest nights of studying, not even the longest vacations with her sister and parents, all together, were so demanding as this rejection of this unknown girl beside her. “I’m sorry…" Desiree said between pressed lips, openly fighting the same struggle. "I should…” She stood up, clenching her fists, and Hannah could clearly see the sunlight shining between her gushing wet thighs. Desiree was so wet, it seemed as if a pipe had burst, flooding her inner thighs with delicious cunt slime, and when Hannah lowered her gaze greedily between her thighs, she saw her own, overflowing desire at the edges of her vision. A large, dark stain had formed on her dress, her black panties now soaked through and openly on display for poor Desiree. Startled, the girls looked at each other and then…

"You should go," Hannah pleaded. "Please." Please leave! And let me finger myself to ****.

“I should go,” Desiree squealed, turned around, looking for an escape… All the while, her hand slipped under her damp panties. “I should…”Looking around lost and helplessly, Hannah was relieved to see Desiree try to leave. A second longer, a single stare in her perfect, beautiful breasts and tight stomach... and... She too wanted nothing more than to return to her room. Screw the pool, the people, the sun, and this island. She was so soaked. She had to come in. Nothing else was more important than to stuff her fingers into her sopping cunt and rub her G-spot raw.

Desiree took a step away from Hannah, both relieved to have escaped the temptation…

“Hello ladies.”

And bumped into a wall of muscle, her hand still between her legs.