“There she goes… there she goes again…” the CD player was singing as Sienna was standing in front of her full-length mirror, pondering how to dress.

A week had passed since this mystifying encounter at the secret cove. Although she couldn’t really be sure of what she would find at the supposedly abandoned building, her intuition was telling her to give it a shot. She had seen Namaka in a dream the night prior: despite not remembering fully what it was about, the elusive islander was there.

The whole thing was crazy, perhaps completely reckless, but in the worst case scenario, she’d just see that the building where Namaka supposedly lived had never been renovated in the first place and that she was played. She would simply walk away from it and never think of the encounter again, though it would definitely sting quite a bit. She knew better than just walking in some old crumbling ruin, after all.

While she had settled on her light ripped denim shorts for the bottoms, she could not decide on a top. Three were laying on the sofa bed behind her, just pulled out of her closet: a cute white cropped top, a light yellow floral print blouse, or a simple plain white tee. All three seemed appropriate, the hardest was now to pick one and stick to it.

She wondered how Namaka would be dressed. Surely she would pretty herself up, though in her eyes, she definitely wouldn’t need to do much to make herself sexier than she already was. What flower would be behind her ear? Would she be wearing any jewellery? What was her fashion sense anyway? So far she had only seen this pretty red dress. Not that it would be this important in the grand scheme of things, but Sienna was dying to know more about her strange new lover.

After a good thirty minutes hesitating, trying on her various clothes and thinking about the kind of effect she wanted to give off, she ended up picking her white cropped top. It would surely look more put together than a plain white T-shirt, after all, and the yellow blouse was perhaps too sweet for a moment that would certainly turn sexual. A nice look for what seemed to be a sort of date. She applied some sunscreen, drank a glass of water, grabbed her small handbag and ventured outside. Namaka’s place was about twenty minutes walking from her place. Thankfully it wasn’t too hot, although it was still a sunny day in Maui: she remained in the shade and hoped not to sweat too much during the walk.

Arriving there, it appeared that the building where Namaka was living had indeed been renovated. Although it seemed fairly calm for a residential building, she didn’t think much of it and just climbed the stairs to the door that she was pointed to.

She knocked on the door, then waited. It didn’t take too long for it to open, but to her, it seemed like an eternity.

"Aloha, beautiful. I wasn’t quite expecting you to come, if anything…”

Namaka was dressed in a beautiful white blouse and a long floral skirt hugging her waist. Her hair was down just like the last time: it didn’t appear she liked to wear it up anyway. She wasn’t wearing any flowers that day, but instead a pendant reminiscent of a bird of paradise adorned with a single black pearl.

“Indeed, I am here”, Sienna replied, shyly putting back a strand of hair behind her ear. “I actually saw you in my dream last night. I don’t remember what it was about, but it was what decided me to come and see you today.”

Namaka held out her hand towards her.

"Then, be my guest."

After a second of hesitation, Sienna let her pull her gently inside her apartment.

It looked beautiful in here: the decoration was very bohemian, with furniture made of reed and rattan, and the simple ceiling fan was refreshing the atmosphere of this warm afternoon. The beige walls of both the corridor and the living area, which would have been otherwise a little bit sad, were jazzed up with vintage travel posters scattered across the apartment. Bora-Bora, Hawai’i, Samoa, even Easter Island. There were a few frames depicting nature as well: the sea, a volcano in the night, an unknown island.

The main room had a kitchen corner on the left. Right beside the doorway, there was a wooden desk. It had an old computer on it, a cassette tape deck, some stationary and a pile of books. They were about various things, but Sienna especially noticed one about mythology that seemed to have gone through some rough times.

A couch with white pillows with an assorted chair nearby, a goldenrod throw blanket, a rattan round coffee table, and a stand with a small TV were serving as the living room. The living space was bigger than it looked: at the back of the room, a natural-coloured curtain was hiding what was serving as a sleeping area, as well as a large wooden trunk right in front of the double bed. Above the bed was a scroll with a large squid on it. There was a built-in closet with wooden doors at its right, and to its left was the glass door to a small unused balcony.

“Go take a seat. I’ll bring you something to drink”, Namaka gestured to the sofa. “Do you like sparkling water?”

Sienna sat down on the couch. It was comfortable.

“Yeah, I like it, actually!”

“Alright, that’s good, because I love it as well”, the mysterious Polynesian said, taking out a glass bottle out of the fridge. “Want some lemon in it?”

“No, thanks. I like mine plain.”

The cap came off with a pop.

“Ah, for me, I like it with some lemon in it”, Namaka poured the water into one of the glasses. “I like lemons, lemonade… it’s that mildly sour taste, I think, that does it for me.”

She did the same for the other, then cut herself a slice of citrus, the remainder of which she put back into the fridge, before going to put their drinks on the coffee table.

Sitting on the chair across the sofa, the hostess raised her glass, prompting her date to do the same.

“Cheers”, Namaka smiled.

Their drinks kissed with a clink.

“You haven’t spiked that, have you?” Sienna joked, though with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

The Polynesian took a sip of her water.

“I don’t spike people’s drinks… I don’t even have anything that could do it anyway”, she quipped back. “More seriously, no, I wouldn’t want you to be out of it. You can’t consent if you’re drugged. I’d be raping you, which is neither legal nor something I’d really be able to live with afterwards.”

“Hah, good to know. At least I’m safe here.”

Sienna drank a mouthful of hers.

“Do you drink alcohol?” she asked, putting her glass down.

“No, I kinda hate it. Tastes awful, makes you spill the tea on your innermost workings, and you can’t walk straight, no thanks. Not only that, but I think it’s important that we… do our thing with a clear mind, if you know what I mean.”

A wink sealed her words. Sienna breathed a sigh of relief: at least it wasn’t some kind of weird plan that could end up in her getting raped, strangled and left to rot in some ditch. She took her glass back and drank a little more.

“I love your taste in décor, by the way” she told her. “Kind of hippie but without that sickening smell of patchouli and the whole thing with chakras and India. Like a sort of island hippie.”

Namaka was certainly not expecting that: she suddenly laughed, nearly choking on her drink.

“I like how you say that, island hippie”, she replied. “But yeah, I do love that kind of aesthetic. You can tell a lot by what somebody’s living space looks like, and I have made this place all mine. My dream home, if you will. The walls were white originally, but I had them painted beige. It’s prettier that way.”

“My place looks very plain in comparison. Very mainstream. Self-assembled furniture, “Keep calm” posters, neon lights, galaxy stuff from a couple years ago, I’m not a very original person...”

“But that’s you still. And one day I’d like to see your interior. I’ll learn more about you this way.”

They finished their glasses. Namaka was looking at Sienna intently, her eyes glistening. Her smile was entirely unambiguous.

“Beautiful tan.”

“Thanks”, Sienna blushed. “I would love to tell you the same, but… well...”

Namaka smiled.

“Ah, for me, I was born kissed by the sun… though I can get darker.”

She extended her hand.

“Come here, you”, she sensually murmured.

Sienna hesitated for a second, but put her hand into Namaka’s and let herself gently be lifted from the sofa. The two joined each other by the chair. The Polynesian put her hands on her waist and felt her up to her chest. It felt hot, so hot. Their eyes met one more time, and they kissed, just like the last time. It didn’t take long for it to get very passionate: Namaka’s tongue found its way into Sienna’s mouth. The two breathed into each other and their lips locked again.

The islander ran a hand through her lover’s reddish-brown hair, then started to kiss her shoulders, licking them, slightly biting them, while caressing her breasts through this cute white top. Sienna started making small sounds, each of those intimate caresses building up on her senses.

“My God, you smell so good…” Namaka murmured, smelling her neck. “You got some good sunscreen here…”

“Ah-ha… that’s because I’m allergic to cheaper brands… only this one doesn’t make me break out…”

“Good taste…”

Namaka's lips then found their way to her neck, planting soft, warm, and sensual kisses all over it. Sienna couldn’t take the anticipation anymore and removed her top, revealing her bra. Her lover immediately unfastened it, freeing her breasts that had remained pale from being unexposed to the sun.

“Oh... those are so, so kissable”… Namaka murmured as she held them, bending her legs a little to go down to their level.

She then started kissing them, licking them, and finally sucking on her nipples. Sienna, feeling the pleasure rising, grabbed the mysterious islander’s hair.

“Mmh… oh yes…”

Namaka played with her tongue on her nipples, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking, every now and then looking her in the eye. Those black eyes full of desire, but also very playful, which softened the rawness of her expression, and she would smile before going back at it. Her slight grunts as she tasted them a little more were driving Sienna crazy.

After a few minutes pleasuring her partner, Namaka took off her own blouse. As it turned out, she was wearing nothing under. Her breasts were not really big or small, kind of medium, well-proportioned for her size, though slightly bigger than Sienna’s.

“You knew I was coming, didn’t you?” the auburn girl murmured, looking at this beautiful bosom, then back at its owner’s eyes.

Namaka smiled, bringing her face intimately close to her lover’s. It was as if she was staring into her soul.

“If you knew how much I know…”

They exchanged yet another kiss. Topless, their bodies and breasts touched as their tongues were dancing on each other’s lips.

After a minute or two, Namaka let Sienna go, just holding her by the waist.

"Okay… I'm going to set the scene up. Are you still on board with that? Otherwise we can just... make love in a usual way, you and I."

The auburn girl nodded.

"Yes", she replied. "I want to do it.”

"Good..."

Hand in hand, led by Namaka, they went towards the sleeping area. The islander opened the big trunk. Sienna had actually not really paid too much attention to its purpose nor what could be inside, but it suddenly made sense to her at this moment: it was where she hid her supplies.

Namaka took out a medium-sized machine from it, which she placed on the right-hand nightstand, which was likely kept empty for this purpose. It was an oxygen concentrator. She then took two oxygen masks that came with tubing, one of which she put on the bed.

“Always keep a spare, especially if we’re two,” she said.

“Wait a second, how did you get your hands on... those things?” Sienna stopped her to ask. “Do you suffer from chronic illness? Or...”

"Ordered them off some website”, replied Namaka. “Takes a while to arrive, but you can find them for cheap online. Nobody knows I got all of that stuff, everyone thinks this trunk is for books or blankets, and I never open it unless… you know."

“Oh, I see…”

Unable to contain her eagerness, Sienna watched as those beautiful brown hands connected the tubing to the regulator and pressed a few buttons, the mask remaining on the bed. Playing around with the little wheel, Namaka's fingers made a hissing sound come out of it, getting louder as she was turning it up, quieter as she was turning it down, checking if everything was going well on a technical level.

Sienna sat on the bed, intently watching, grabbing at her shorts in anticipation. Namaka, holding the mask, then knelt down besides the bed to be at her level.

"Sienna, my dear…” she murmured with stars in her eyes, “you’re about to experience the most exciting sensation in the world. Are you ready?”

She gave a strong nod.

"I am ready."

“Okay, just lower your head a little...”

Sienna did what she was told. Namaka held the mask over her face, then made the strap go around her head. As she breathed into it for the first time, Sienna felt a strange ease, as if this increase in oxygen and this very subtle breeze on her face was taking off the effort of everyday breathing. Namaka's eyes went up in fireworks as Sienna, overcome by arousal, started breathing harder, fogging up the inside of the mask with every exhale, clearing it with every inhale, but still leaving a hint of condensation.

"Oh my goodness…” she whispered. “This is wonderful."

“You’re insane…” Sienna’s muffled voice replied, exhilarated. “I like it.”

A stronger scent filled the room as Namaka lightly pushed her lover's chest to signal her to lay down on her back. Sienna let herself be guided, revelling in the enriched air coming to her lungs, in the velvety texture of her offbeat lover's skin, her arms, her breasts. Namaka kissed her almost bare chest, then stomach, going lower and lower, turning Sienna on a little more with each of those pecks, making her breathe harder, harder, and start to properly moan.

“Oh yes… this is hot”, Namaka said as she felt herself getting incredibly wet. “So, so hot...”

It wasn't even taking this much energy for Sienna to let out those sounds: she could breathe as intensely as she wanted without running out of air at all.

The Polynesian unbuttoned, then unzipped the auburn girl’s shorts. Likewise, she freed herself from her own skirt, revealing simple panties under. They were wet, dripping wet, just like Sienna's, which had actually started to dampen the denim. She took them off, only keeping her necklace on.

"So, how are you enjoying it?" she asked before starting to pull her partner's bottoms off.

"It's super weird…” Sienna lifted off the mask to speak easier. “But so, so good…”

Even if it was slightly above her face, she was still breathing easier. The fresh breeze was really pleasant either way.

When Namaka removed Sienna’s shorts and underwear, she took a good look at what was underneath. Her vulva was healthy, pink, shaved on the outer labia and simply trimmed in the other places.

"Wow... your pussy is so pretty, my dear…"

"Oh, thank you. I've never had anyone tell me that..."

Namaka laid a finger on them, feeling their delicious wetness.

"Those people clearly can't appreciate beauty.”

Sienna felt a rush of excitement throughout her lower stomach, anticipating what was about to happen. Namaka checked in with her through a glance, to which she replied by a nod.

"Put this back on, you’re in for some really good stuff.”

Sienna obliged, readjusting it on her face, slightly pinching the metal bar on her fine nose bridge. Namaka buried her face in those beautiful flaps of skin and gave a soft peck to Sienna's clitoris.

"What a sweet one it is…”

She started licking from bottom to top as if it was ice cream. Her tongue started going inside her partner’s vagina, lightly penetrating her. Sienna’s pale hands started caressing the luscious black hair, grabbing at it as she felt the pleasure gradually climbing.

Then Namaka moved to the little ball of pleasure, licking around it, over it, relying on the cues to find a rhythm that worked. Finally, it was when she started lightly sucking on it and caressing it with her tongue that Sienna uttered, her voice still charmingly muffled under the mask:

“There… you got it…”

Ah, female lips and tongue over her most intimate parts, sucking on her clitoris and kissing her down here. Wasn’t that the definition of heaven? Dave had never quite figured out how to properly do oral, although he was good at everything other than that. Noelani however, she would make her come every time when she wasn’t being a pillow princess.

And Namaka… was it the extra oxygen or the otherworldliness of it all that made it so good? She had no idea whether this was the best sex in her life, but it was surely an experience of its own.

The more her lover kept at it, the more tingly her extremities were getting as her nerves went aflame, until she couldn't help but start gripping this mass of jet black hair. But even it felt too soft to hold: nothing could withstand the power that was going through her as she started to be unable to hold herself anymore. Her moans turned into cries of pleasure as her whole body arched and her heart pounded with the force of a thousand drums.

Namaka stopped, got on the bed next to her, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but it took her a few more minutes to stop moaning and for her muscles to stop shaking. Then she really grasped what had just happened. Her gaze met her lover’s: and neither of the two could contain a smile.

"You truly are insane", she murmured, ecstatic.

She removed the mask from her face and laid it aside. Namaka leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"I wish there was a way to connect both at the same time”, she remarked. “But that would get in the way of kissing… though two masks, that would be hot.”

Namaka was still looking at her, her eyes filled with sparkles.

"You were fantastic”, the Polynesian murmured before kissing her lips tenderly. “I’ll be honest, this was really better than I imagined.”

“Better than you imagined? That means it’s the first time you…?”

“Well, yeah”, Namaka said. “You’re not the first I am intimate with, but you’re the first who actually wanted to follow through with... my stuff.”

Sienna got up on her elbow.

"That’s because you are the fantastic one, you maniac."

She leaned in towards her and the two exchanged yet another kiss.

“You know… I can’t do this in my everyday life.” the mysterious islander confessed, laying down on her back. “I don’t even want to know what people would think of me if they knew this, and how it came to be this way. I just think I may just be very, very sick.”

“I mean, your kink *is* unusual, but there are people who get off to worse or just weirder things than that”, Sienna replied. “You’re a sick fuck, yeah, but the good kind. You check in with me, you don’t spike my drinks… you’re doing well on that.”

Namaka sighed and looked to the ceiling.

“I’m just really grateful you are here with me today.”

She appeared to want to say something else, but her lips only silently moved. Sienna wanted to ask if she was okay, but the Polynesian got back up on her arm and connected the other mask to the regulator, which was still hissing. That’s when the auburn girl felt a surge of vivid excitement: an idea sprung up in her mind. A very, very arousing one.

"Oh, Namaka!"

The island girl turned her head back, surprised.

"Yeah?"

Sienna was all flushed.

"Can I..."

She stopped, too excited to say more, but Namaka, already knowing her request, smiled widely.

"Go on…” she suggested. “Can you..?"

"...put it on you?"

Namaka’s smile transformed into a hearty laugh.

"I see I really do have a convert here..."

"I just want to try and see how it looks on you."

“Okay, okay, okay.”

Namaka handed her the mask and sat cross-legged in front of her. She held her head down as to allow her partner to put it on her easily. Sienna's hands were trembling with anticipation: her pupils were as dilated as if she had taken some kind of magic drug. She held it over Namaka’s face, who adjusted its fit, not lifting her head up until she was done.

When she was finally ready, she looked at Sienna intensely, almost penetrating her gaze. She inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaled with her mouth slightly open, fogging up the inside entirely. The fireworks in her eyes were back. Then she inhaled again, this time through her mouth, and exhaled, her body squirming with arousal, but still staring at her lover with this simmering intensity, the kind that is felt before a volcano erupts, or a storm breaks out.

"Oh wow..." marvelled Sienna. “It… it weirdly looks good on you…”

Namaka leaned towards her and traced her naked, freckly shoulder with her fingertip.

"Right?” she sensually smiled, her voice muffled.

The sound of her deep breathing, which had been so innocuous earlier, made Sienna's toes curl. The muffled breathing, the muffled pleasure, hearing her voice through this thin vinyl barrier, it was it for her. So exhilarating.

Namaka guided Sienna’s hands to her breasts while she started touching herself, not letting her gaze falter. She then let herself slowly fall on her back, closing her eyes. Sienna laid on top of her, caressing this beautiful chest, this chest holding the heart of the islands. Namaka's eyes opened again.

"I’m yours...", she murmured through the mask. “Do anything you want to me, the only limit is death."

Sienna couldn't help but break into a laughter.

"Oh… no, I’m not a killer type of girl. I hope.”

She glanced down at Namaka's breasts, then back at those eyes.

"But surely... I want to take your breath away.”

"Easy one…"

“I’m really corny when it comes to that...”

Sienna started kissing her all over her chest, feeling her heartbeat underneath those bones. The tubing was sometimes getting in the way, but it only made things more pleasurable as she rubbed it over Namaka's nipples, making her quiver in the heat.

“Ah… I didn’t think of that…” she moaned in pleasure. “This is hot...”

Her right hand started to wander, with just the tip of one finger tracing her waist, her hips, then her thigh... then in the right spot, caressing those slippery petals. She started making small circles with her finger on her clitoris, kissing her neck, listening to her muffled, deep, enriched breathing, and the underlying sound of the oxygen coming in that she could hear so closely.

"Hmm, keep going, dear..." whispered Namaka. "I.. I love this…”

Feeling the pleasure rising gradually, she held the mask even tighter on her face as her breathing was getting faster and deeper, warming it up. Her other hand reached for the little wheel of the regulator and instinctively knew which way to turn it: the hiss became a little louder as she was climbing higher. More of it. Even more of it.

Sienna then started to push her fingers inside, going in and out, and started lightly licking those lovely bits. Namaka was going nuts at this point: she was almost gasping in pleasure as every flick of her lover’s tongue was pushing her to her limit, and finally, it started leaking as if the sea had overcome a dam. Sienna’s face was soaked in this delicious salty juice that she was drinking. Again, that was not something she could ever do with a man: Dave’s jism was not something she could ever bring herself to swallow, despite otherwise liking the feel and taste of the old fellow.

Namaka stopped her, long-winded from this explosion, overwhelmed with pleasure. Sienna held her face, caressed her hair. The Polynesian looked at her in the eye tenderly and smiled, giving her a butterfly kiss, still breathing deeply. She then took her mask off, then pressed a button on the machine. The hiss stopped, leaving them with just the sounds of the ceiling fan and the birds chirping outside.

“I’ll be honest here”, Namaka broke the building silence, “I don’t think I ever came this hard in my life.”

“You fulfilled your deepest fantasy, that’s why. Finally got a chance to do so.”

“I guess. Still I feel a bit bittersweet about it. I hope I can still enjoy vanilla sex, because… well...”

Sienna kissed her cheek.

“Why wouldn’t you, after all?”

Namaka thought for a few seconds.

“...Yeah. I shouldn’t worry about it.”

They kissed again, then went back into silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Sienna closed her eyes for a little bit, running her hand into Namaka’s long hair. They remained like this for a while, perhaps a few minutes, a dozen, half an hour. Time seemed to have stopped in the apartment. It was as if the day would be going on forever, even as the sun would be going down in just an hour.

“Hold on for a bit”, the Polynesian said. “I have something for you.”

“Something for me?”

Namaka put her skirt and blouse back on, then went up to her desk and seemed to rummage through a drawer. Sienna got up, dressed again, and walked towards her hostess, who took out a cassette tape from a box. It didn’t belong to any album: it appeared to be a compilation of radio tracks. There was a song list inside the plastic case.

“Look, that’s one I don’t listen to anymore, but that I hope you will like”, the islander put it into her lover’s hands. “I recorded them from the radio a while back. It takes a while but eventually you fill a whole tape.”

Sienna held it, smiled, and put it in her pocket.

“Mahalo”, she gave a sweet kiss to Namaka. “I will tell you when I have listened to it, but I can’t wait until we meet again.”

“It was really a pleasure to be with you today, Sienna.”

Namaka’s voice had a hint of pain in it.

“A pleasure for me too”, the auburn girl replied.

They embraced and kissed before it was finally time to separate for the night… or perhaps longer.