Their descent through wispy clouds was lengthy but finally a breathtaking view of green and grey island against deep blue water was spread out below them. Even though Auckland appeared to be much like most port cities, the expanses of clear, untouched land were breathtaking. Out in the bush she could get very lost for a while, Linda told herself. Very lost.

She exited the plane just behind Tamryn and they continued to chat and flirt as they claimed their bags and waited through the customs inspections. Finally, they made their way to the main concourse where Tamryn would catch a domestic flight to Dunedin.

“I should stop at the loo,” Tamryn said.

“That’s probably a good idea for me too.”

“There’s a short line.”

Linda shrugged. “I’m not desperate.”

“You’re not?” Tamryn brushed her thick hair over her shoulder. “I’ve failed utterly then.”

“You should be careful, you know. Some women might think you were serious.”

Tamryn reached the front of the queue. The next stall available was oversized for wheelchair access. Glancing over her shoulder as she claimed the stall, Tamryn said, “How do you know I’m not?”

“Are you?”

She stood just inside the door, staring at Linda. “I’m not shy. We can share.”

Linda wasn’t aware of joining Tamryn but the door was now shut between them and the rest of the world.

Tamryn, her cheeks flushed and one hand toying with the top button of her blouse, whispered, “The real question is whether you’re serious. Because I am. Call me curious.”

“What exactly is it you want?”

“I think you know.” The first button was undone then the second, showing an appealing swell of cleavage.

The usual questions welled up in Linda’s mind. Is it the full red lips? The perfect breasts? The high cheekbones or the deeply curved waist? What piece of me do you want? You have to pick because you don’t get the whole me. There is no whole me anymore.

She asked no questions and the core of her slipped away to watch as her hands reached for the top button of Tamryn’s slacks.

Tamryn sighed as she leaned back against the wall. “That’s what I want—it’s my lucky day, isn’t it?”

“You don’t have to decide that now.” Linda eased the zipper down and noted that Tamryn’s skin was warm and her eyes slightly glassy. There were people near, so she would need to keep her voice low. Her mind was alert for any sign that others realized what they were doing and all the other input she could see from her distant watching mind she methodically absorbed and categorized.

Tamryn was thickly wet and obviously excited. Given the place and time, one or two fingers playing with her clit might be best.

Her breathing rapidly escalating, Tamryn whispered firmly, “This is definitely my lucky day, getting fucked by a beautiful woman like you.”

Linda watched from somewhere near the ceiling as the beautiful woman fucked Tamryn, even put her hand warningly over Tamryn’s mouth when she came with a little cry. The aftershivers and cooing pleasure noises did penetrate Linda’s awareness, as did the sensual aroma on her fingers, now coated liberally with sweet, slippery wet.