A/N: Hey guys! Here's my contribution to the 50 Shades of Sand Vacation Fic Spectacular! Make sure you check out the other authors (Swinging Cloud, ishiheard2day, LeighKelly, Chuckleshan/PlayWithMagic, and jellymankelly) and follow along on Tumblr under the #lesbowaii tag to see part two of this and all of the other stories. I hope you don't get sand in your eye! Or anywhere else...
The All Girls Experience-
"Hey ladies, looking good." Two athletic looking brunettes in sports bras and board shorts slowed their beach stroll to compliment them.
The taller of the two paused her walking, "Will we see you later at the pool party tonight?"
"Yeah, sounds fun." Brittany supplied with a bright smile.
"Cool. I'm looking forward to it, bye girls."
Brittany chuckled and shook her head, that was the third time in the last few hours someone had spoke to them, "I feel like we're celebrities here. I can't believe you found an all inclusive resort that was hosting a two week lesbian only package."
"I think this may have been the best idea we ever had." Santana let out a contented sigh as she reclined further into the beach chair nestled along the white sand of the Hawaiian shoreline, close enough to the resort for drink refills, but far enough away that they were in their own private little oasis, well, except for their occasional "fans" it seemed, but she wasn't bothered, her and Brit were hot after all, they were just pointing out facts.
Brittany pulled the sunglasses to the end of her nose and looked at Santana skeptically, "Better than the time we planned and executed that perfect naked scavenger hunt after your senior year at the cabin by the lake?"
Santana sipped the end of her Rum Runner through the straw before she nodded, "you make a good point, BritBrit. That was a pretty epic weekend."
Brittany pushed the sunglasses back up to the bridge of her nose and reclined with her hands behind her head, "That was a pretty epic summer."
Santana laughed and rolled to her side, facing her girlfriend's beach lounger. She let the dark tint of her shades hide her appreciative gazing of Brittany's flat, toned stomach before she spoke lowly, words directed towards the gently flexing muscles in front of her that moved with Brittany's lazy yawn, "I feel like we could probably give that weekend, that summer, a run for it's money, don't you think?"
Soft pink lips twitched when Santana's hand caressed the skin along the underside of Brittany's bikini top. Brittany smiled, "What did you have in mind?"
"So, so many delicious things," Santana purred as she crawled out of her lounger and onto Brittany's lap, blocking the sun from Brittany's golden hair and casting a perfect silhouette shadow on the pale skin in front of her.
Brittany's hands fell to Santana's thighs as she soothed up and down while Santana leaned over her, dark hair curtaining their faces. "Mm, sounds delightful."
Plump lips teased Brittany's jaw before settling along her lips with a slow, wet suction. Santana's tongue swiped across Brittany's smile before it disappeared behind blindingly white teeth. "Good. I'm glad you're on board. Let's get a refill on these drinks before the festivities begin, shall we?"
Brittany pouted as Santana slipped off her lap and scooped up the empty plastic cups.
"Don't pout, Brit," Santana teased with a wink over her shoulder as she started to saunter towards the beach bar, "Imma bout to rock your world."
Brittany watched the exaggerated sway of Santana's hips framed in those tiny black bikini bottoms and felt those familiar butterflies dance in her stomach. Santana Lopez only had two speeds in life: Awesome or Not at All. Brittany smiled at the realization that she was in for the best vacation of her life.
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Brittany gasped for breath under the tan fingers pressing against her mouth. She had been making a little too much noise for Santana's liking and had to be quieted. Brittany had felt this sort of constant shortness of breath since a few days ago when Santana first proposed the challenge to "out do" their last youthful summer a few years ago. Santana had made sure to remind Brittany that she still had it, they still had it, by taking her breath away at every chance she got.
"Shhh, Brit," Santana chastised as she nipped at Brittany's ear, the pace of her left hand slowing it's thrusts, "You don't want anyone interrupting us before you finish, do you?"
Brittany's eyes widened and she shook her head as best she could with Santana's hand over her mouth, holding her fast against the wooden wall of the outdoor shower stall.
"Good girl," Santana cooed as she pressed her thumb against Brittany's clit and redoubled her pace, twisting and curling her fingers as Brittany's hot breath burned at her palm until Brittany's legs quivered with her silent release.
Brittany let her head thud back against the shower stall with her eyes squeezed shut as Santana kissed her cheek and adjusted Brittany's bikini bottoms. Brittany let warm hands spin her and comb through her hair, taking care to get the sand from the beach out of her blonde locks. She heard the creaky twist of the shower knob before she felt the hot water stop and a warm towel was slowly dragged over her skin to get off the excess water.
Santana smiled when Brittany blinked satiated, blue eyes at her. She kissed Brittany on the lips and helped braid her long blonde hair, sweeping it off to the side with a soft kiss placed to Brittany's shoulder. "C'mon baby," she shuffled them both out of the stall and winked at the knowing look the beach bartender gave them, "let's go get some victory drinks for your good behavior."
Brittany chuckled and looped her arm around Santana's shoulder, her legs still feeling a little wobbly after their half-assed beach volleyball game that promptly concluded with Santana claiming her victory in the shower stall off the beach.
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"Two Pina Coladas please, Sandra," Santana smiled behind her large sunglasses as she settled into the bar stool.
The spikey haired blonde nodded and headed to the blender, scooping up bottles as she went.
Santana hummed quietly to herself while she traced the wood grain of the bar top in front of her, she had really grown to love this little Beach Shack bar over the past twelve days. And Sandra was her favorite bartender.
"Alrighty, two pina coladas with extra cherries and with the longest stems I could find, just to your liking," Sandra winked and pushed the plastic cups forward.
"You spoil me," Santana laughed and slid her glasses up into her hair.
"It's hard to forget an order from a lady as pretty as yourself," Sandra shrugged and dragged a rag over the bar. "Where's your dream girl?"
"Mm, you mean my reality girl?" Santana purred as she glanced over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Brittany diving into the clear, aqua colored water. "It appears as though she's up from her nap and reenacting the Little Mermaid."
Sandra looked up and followed Santana's line of sight with a nod. "Yup, looks like it." She paused before she leaned forward and cleared her throat breaking Santana from her reverie. "So, uh, how's the challenge going?"
The grin on Santana's face couldn't be contained even though if she had tried to hide it, which she didn't. She looked at Sandra expectantly, "Ah, so, you've been filled in I take it?"
Sandra blushed, "Yeah, Brittany mumbled something about you trying to kill her about two rounds of drinks ago."
"Is that so?" Santana chuckled. "Well, that will have to be addressed…" she trailed off in thought for a moment.
"Uh oh, don't tell her I told you, okay?" Sandra looked a little panicked; her hands up in a surrender pose.
"Relax, Sandy, it's fine," Santana smirked, "actually, I wanted to ask for your help on something, this seems like a good segue way."
Sandra's shoulders relaxed and she nodded, "What can I do for you?"
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"I'm not sure how you pulled this off, but this has 'Sextana Lopez, Lothario' written all over it." Brittany breathed against Santana's ear as she held her close.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, Brit," Santana let herself be spun, sparing a wink at Sandra before she was pulled close to Brittany's chest again.
"Uh huh, right." Brittany laughed and dipped Santana as the song came to an end. "Private, candle lit dinner table set off from the dance floor with endless glasses of champagne and a box of Dots on my plate for dessert…that was just part of the package, right?"
"Well, the Dots had to be smuggled in secret so you wouldn't eat them before dinner, but, I plead the fifth on the rest of that question." Santana kissed Brittany's cheek and laced their fingers together as they walked back to their table.
Brittany smiled and watched Santana look out at the moon light reflecting on the water a few dozen yards from them. "I'm glad you talked me out of bringing Tubbs, I don't know if we'd ever get him to come back home with us."
Santana nodded as her gaze followed a middle-aged lesbian couple holding hands and walking on the beach, "As much as I think he would have loved Lesbos, I was a little concerned about the drug trafficking issues in Hawaii. I know we are trying to keep him on the straight and narrow."
Brittany sighed, "Yeah, that was pretty smart. It would have been far too tempting for him here." She sorted the Dots by color, putting a few red and pink ones, Santana's favorites, on Santana's plate.
Santana popped a red Dot into her mouth with a smile, "Thanks, Brit."
Brittany continued to arrange the Dots in a little rainbow heart on her plate, much to Santana's amusement before she placed them one at a time into her mouth. She nodded toward the couple disappearing in the distance, "Do you think we'll be like them someday?"
Santana smiled and stole a pink Dot from Brittany's heart display, rolling it on her plump bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth with a small smile, "I'm counting on it."
Brittany beamed and reached out, lacing their fingers together on the table top as she chomped happily on her treat.
"Tu eres mi todo, BritBrit." Santana let out a content sigh, "Ready for phase two of our night?"
Brittany nodded and scampered out of her seat with renewed excitement as she dragged Santana in the direction of their suite.
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