I slid out of bed cautiously, not wanting to wake the girl sleeping fitfully in the other bed across the room. I took a long and refreshing drink from the bottle of Evian next to the bed and pulled off the hated T-shirt I had been forced to don for modesty's sake, reflecting not for the first time that if Jane was less of a prude we could both have had a better sleep - the air conditioning, even turned up full, could not cut through the heat in the room and Jane's shirt clung sweatily to her as she tossed and turned. We had come to Greece on an all-girls together type holiday, she and I, a welcome break after the stress of exams. She had got lucky with the many cute guys, and I, I had unexpectedly found my own distractions.... With a last glance at her troubled sleep, I crept into the small bathroom, rinsed the nights heat from my skin with cool water and slipped on a thin loose skirt and a long shirt. A wet hand pulled quickly through my dark curls and I was ready. I let myself out of the room, mindful of the door's click as it softly closed, and padded down the hall - I had forgotten my shoes, but wasn't going to go back now, I might lose my nerve completely. The corridor was well-lit, and I walked along checking room numbers - 121, 123, 125 ah, here, 127. I took a deep breath, then tapped softly on the painted surface. A rustle from within, then the door was opened cautiously.
"Hello?" she breathed "Is it you?"
"Yes, " I whispered, "Is she asleep still?"
"Yes, but we'd better go before she wakes up. Hang on." She disappeared back into the darkened room, and then opened the door wider and came out. "Watch for the noise!" I gasped, too late, as the door swung shut behind her with a resounding click. We froze, listening, expecting to hear a querulent voice from within. Silence. Gilly's aunt was evidently a sound sleeper.
"Where shall we go then?" I asked, as we moved quietly along, away from the two rooms with their unsuspecting sleepers.
"The beach? There won't be anyone there, I'm sure there's night staff lurking here in the hotel, could be awkward. Come on!" She smiled and took my hand. It was at once daring and familiar, and I squeezed back, and smiled in turn. "We can take the side stairs, go out the door there, rather than across reception."
"You've got it all worked out, what is this, a planned seduction?" I said softly, laughing. She stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. "Seduction is it? You want to be seduced?"
I almost looked down, away from that challenging stare, but something stronger than my shyness made me gaze back and say "Yes" in such a firm and decisive voice, I was surprised. Gilly leaned in and brushed my lips gently with hers. "Well, what are we waiting for?" She pulled me on down the hall. .

The beach was an alien landscape by night, the waves dark treacle at the shore, with silvery specks where the full moon caught the peaks. I could feel the sand beneath my bare feet, grains slipping between my toes, warm but not baking as it had been by day. Looking back, the hotel loomed above us in the night, a few rooms still lit, like eyes in some great shadowy creature. Beside me, Gilly was much more than a shadow, the moon reflecting off her deeply tanned skin, glinting in eyes now filled with mischief.
"Come here, " she breathed, pulling me in closer, and putting her arms about my waist. I shivered despite the balmy air and she giggled. "Scared, are we? Mmmm, have to give you something to distract you!" She pressed her body against me, I could feel the tips of her nipples hard against my skin, and her mouth pushed against mine, warm and wet. I responded, thrilling to the feel of her tongue on my lips, pushing through, probing my mouth, and I hugged her close, giving myself up to the sheer joy of this kiss. Her body was firm and sensual against mine, and for the first time I knew I could let myself enjoy the feel of a girl in my arms with no fear of guilt or censure. I ran my hands through her long blonde hair, it was like silk in my fingers, and I felt myself respond eagerly to the situation; blood was pounding in my ears and I threw all caution to the winds as we stood and devoured each other with hungry mouths as we had longed to do all week since that first exchange of smiles across the hotel bar.

We had walked down stone steps and were near the wall dividing the beach from the hotel. She pushed me back against the rough stone, it felt cold through my thin shirt and I gasped . She shifted her body and pushed one hand to my waist, slipping it under the cotton waist band, down across my belly to the fur of my bush; her skin was soft and warm on mine and I spread my legs at her insistent pushing, feeling her lithe fingers slide across my sex, which was damp and hot and eager for her touch. If I had expected tenderness and hesitation from a female lover, I was soon proved wrong, her fingers worked away insistently, rubbing me hard, making me gasp and writhe and press against her, my hands now running over her body with equal insistence, pulling up her shirt to expose her small breasts with their nipples pointed straight at me. I fixed my mouth to one of these and started to suck hard, she moaned at my touch and pulled at my hand desperately, wanting me to touch her as she was touching me. I was doubly aroused by the feel of her, sticky beneath my hand, but my legs were losing strength thanks to the feelings coursing through me, and I slid down the wall, feeling the rough stone scrape against my back, uncaring, till we both lay on the sand, she on top of me. I reached out and pulled her shirt up fully and over her head, amazed at the urgency I felt to see her, touch her, be as close as possible to her flesh as we moved against each other. She dragged at my buttons, ripping some, pulling my shirt apart until our bare skin could press together, hot and flushed with our excitement. She wriggled down and pulled my skirt up, so it was now bunched about my waist. Her hand slipped further up inside me now I could spread my legs wider, and I arched up against her hand as it thrust deep into me, and she nibbled at my breasts, nipping and biting my nipples. I was almost ready to come, thinking this was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt, when her hot mouth left my breasts and I suddenly felt sharp teeth on my clit, firm but gentle on this tender place. Her breath seemed unbearably cool on the heat of my sex and I shivered and shook and came wonderfully, as she lapped up my juices. Her tongue aroused me again and I came and came in response to her expert touch.

Gilly rolled away onto her back, her sudden shift allowing the night air to hit my skin, it seemed cold against this heat. She grinned across at me, spread her limbs languidly and said, "My turn, if you please, lover". I wasn't sure what I was doing but I had just had a wonderful lesson in what felt good, and so I pulled off her shorts, shoving them to one side to join her shirt. I paused then and gazed on her lean nude form as it lay before me on the sand. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she was lying there in the semi-dark, waiting for me and my attentions. Aroused myself by the very thought, I again slid my hand into the warm dark and wet place between her legs, watching what I was doing, seeing the soft lips enclose my hand, the way the coarse hair acted as a dark halo around our merged skin, captivated by the sight of my own pale hand rubbing and thrusting in response to her gasps. She twisted and writhed with every motion of my fingers, and unwilling to look away from this sight, I reached with my hand rather than my mouth to knead her breasts, pinching and rolling each nipple in turn with my fingertips as I pinched and rolled her clit. Her breath was fast and hoarse now, and finally I brought my face down to between her legs. It smelt sweet and musty and before I could think about whether I was doing it right, I kissed her bush, kissed down to the button, liked it and pushed at it teasingly with my tongue, moved down and found her hole and slid my tongue in and out, feeling her thighs pressed against me, enclosing me in a little sex-filled world of heat and flesh and sweet stickiness. I was vaguely aware of the sand around me sticking to my skin, small granules in my mouth and her sex as I brought her along till she cried out and shuddered all around my busy head, and warm liquid trickled down flesh to reach the sand. I slid back up and we held each other tight, warm half naked bodies caked in sand and sweat and come, a strange sand sculpture.
"So" I breathed into her neck, my face half buried in tangled hair "When does this seduction thing happen?"

If this got you warm and sweaty, let me know!