SS '13: Buried in the Sand Match: Lady Lakota Vs. Natasha

Janet was too tired to really pay attention to what Natasha had been about to do before her request for help. Luckily for the Lakota, her opponent was gracious in victory, and would make her way on her knees back over to where Janet was buried. The Lakota smirked as Natasha wiped a bit of her own juices from her face and licked at them idly, leaving the buried girl waiting expectantly for an answer. When Natasha agreed to help her out, Janet laughed in relief.

“Thanks,” she said, as Natasha retrieved the pail and shovel and began to excavate her from her sandy straitjacket. It did not take long to unbury her, and, by the time the blue-haired beauty discarded the plastic tools and began digging with just her hands, Janet felt like she could have probably gotten herself out already. She would wait patiently, though, allowing her victorious foe to run her hands up and down her sand-covered body, giggling or moaning a little whenever those probing appendages happened to find a sensitive spot. Finally, almost all the sand that had weighed her down was gone, and Janet was free, grasping Natashaâ€s hand and pulling herself up out of the remnants of the trench.

“Ah, it feels good to be free,” Janet sighed, shaking out her arms and legs a little. When she looked down, however, it became evident that “free” was a word with different layers of meaning. While she was no longer immobile beneath the sandâ€s surface, she was still covered, from the tips of her toes to the bottom of her chin, in a thin, but uniform, layer of the gritty little particles. To an outside observer, it looked like she was made out of the stuff. “Ugh,” she groaned, running her hands along her arms to dry to brush it off. That only worked so well. She paused, and then smiled, turning to Natasha.

“Come here, my makeshift towel!” she sang, quickly wrapping her arms around Natasha before the blue-haired beauty could escape. Once she had the French girl in her clutches, Janet would grind their bodies together, rubbing herself up, down, left and right across Natashaâ€s body to try to get some of the sand off of her and onto the other girl.

Janet was being quite a good sport about having been buried by the french beauty, Natasha knowing full well that the woman could have freed herself a short time ago as the sand over the top of her was very thin by the time she began digging with her hands. She took full advantage of Janet's good nature, her fingers pushing through the sand to run along the woman's naked body, making sure she hit every sweet spot Janet had as she finished uncovering the lovely woman. Just as she finished her work Natasha giggled and plunged two of her fingers into Janet's pussy, taking a few seconds to reward the native american beauty for her patience in the matter of being freed.

"Now up you go." Natasha said with a wide grin as she pulled Janet out of the pit and back up to her feet, patting her legs clean of the sand they had picked up after kneeling for so long. "Maybe you should take a dip in the ocean Janet, should help clean off some of that hey!" She replied sweetly only for her last word to turn into a surprised shout as Janet embraced her, Natasha not sure whether to moan or groan as the woman rubbed her sandy body firmly against her own. The abrasive sand stung her swollen nipples and sensitive sex, Natasha squirming within the woman's arms for a moment before suddenly lifting Janet up off her feet and turning about.

Walking towards the water Natasha luckily only had to take a few steps until she was ankle feet in the salty water, Natasha then falling forward as her strength gave out and she landed right on top of Janet with a large splash, the waves washing over them both to clean them of the sand.

Janet had certainly been taken advantage of by the blue-haired beauty as she was being unearthed, but she would get her revenge once they were both back on their feet, pulling Natasha close and grinding her sandy body against the other womanâ€s clean one, trying to transfer some of that thick coating of sand from her own breasts, stomach, and crotch to those of the French girl. “Heh heh, this is only part one of my revenge, Natasha! Iâ€m going to hit you with the rest at a…later date.” She licked her lips, giving the blue-haired girl a quick kiss. “This isnâ€t the last youâ€ll see of me, sweetie.”

Suddenly, Natasha would pick her up and turn around, walking out into the surf with the sandy Lakota in her arms. Janet squealed and kicked her legs, but did not resist, feeling rather comfortable in Natashaâ€s arms. Once they had gotten about ten or fifteen feet into the water, they would fall forward, and Janet would let out a startled cry as she was plunged into the water, Natasha lying down on top of her. The waves crashed against them, cleaning the sand off of their tired bodies. Janet breathed deeply, the cool water soothing her aching sex.

On top of her, Natasha seemed almost entirely out of it. Janet lifted a hand and poked at her new friendâ€s breast. “Hey, wake up, sweetie…” she moaned. But she was feeling pretty drained herself. Her eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, and right now, being washed by the cool waves as Natashaâ€s body pressed tightly against her own, she felt very at peace. With a sigh, she would lean her head back and close her eyes, beginning to drift off as their long struggle finally came to its conclusion.

Winner: Natasha Loclear