2 comments/ 29716 views/ 1 favorites A Beautiful Statue Ch. 01 By: gmikeisbad Tiffany's very light short blond hair rubbed and softly thudded against the stall door in the men's room of the Mandarin Oriental, Kuala Lumpur. While very nicely decorated and spacious they're not built for two. Tiffany's a very fit girl, loving hiking and swimming and a little addicted to the gym. She has, pale blue eyes and a shorter Germanic build with squared features and the golden solarium tan of a pampered princess. She's head strong and opinionated and usually pushes her way through situations and constantly tries to lead. Getting into the hotel with her two girlfriends quite late that night she was tired from nonstop travel, but sitting for such a long bus ride on the shuddering old coach... her mind wandered. The vibrations of the roads and the engine through the bus seats... weary from travel, defenses beaten down, the low frequency rumble and the excitement at nearing the groups holiday destination frustrating to the point of almost maddeningly pleasurable. She had tried to ignore the feeling building in her after such a long trip by studying the Malaysian Art and Culture guide book. The pictures of Goddess Kali devotees, half naked, pierced and hung from frames... The attraction to attend this Hindu festival, once subconscious was now starting to push to the front of her and her friends minds. Looking through the pictures of the rich blue Goddess Kali, topless and in various poses with what looked a lot like a variety of dildos and vibrators... Tiffany had turned the page many times... the carvings and statues on the temples... anonymous chiseled men naked and erect in only animal head masks... ...hour glass waisted women with perfectly round breasts... ...each scene seemed impossibly more explicit with each passing minute on the way to the hotel. Tiffany told the others they should all get a good night's sleep and go to their rooms now for an early morning start off to the flea markets in the old quarter. What she didn't say is that she planned to watch some porn and pleasure herself to sleep ...and couldn't wait much longer. Her traveling companions; Cynthia and Rebecca also a little turned on from the teeth rattling diesel bus ride quickly agreed for similar unspoken reasons. Tiffany rode Rhugrayt like a mechanical bull in the tiny stall. The two hisses and hummed trying hard not to make too much noise in the public restroom. She studied his Cherub like face and shiny nametag and wanted to call his name. "Hmmm Rug rat..." Tiffany said softly. Rhugrayt put his finger to her shiny pink lips with a "Shhhh, not aloud." Up in her room Tiffany had attempted to get the pay per view working, but after five horny, painfully frustrating minutes. she called down to the desk for help. The afterhours picked up with slow automated voice recognition recording and Tiffany couldn't think which category porn-not-working-on-my-TV was decided to go down to the desk. Rhugrayt, on the early morning cleaning crew was walking behind the check in desk on his way to punch on when Tiffany came down still holding her TV remote. Rhugrayt's English was not the best and Tiffany had resorted to charades to try to explain the lack of pornography problem. Rhugrayt got the idea and pulled Tiffany into the ground floor men's room. Before she could explain she want to "...see sex, not have sex..." the two were kissing and she decided, ...no actually she did want to have sex and not see sex after all. Rebecca and Cynthia walked out into the hall at the same time and knocked on Tiffany's door after not being unable to figure out their TV remotes. When she didn't answer decided to go to the pool for a night time dip. They raced back into their rooms and a few minutes later and raced back out into the hallway in their bikini's and mini skirt wraps, towels over shoulders. The first time in a foreign country and first time in an expensive hotel on their own, they were unaware of pool dress codes and etiquette. Riding up to the pool level with two bus boys the University girls blushed a little. The view from the glass elevator was spectacular, the whole of the city lit up and sprawling off into the distance. Feeling a little exposed in front of the whole city... the rush of inappropriate exposure deepening as the glass elevator climbed this impossibly high building ...thrilling and a more than a little embarrassing for these two. Tiffany lunged forward on Rhugrayt, sliding him along the top of the toilet seat back against the wall. "Yes, ummmm, yes, ummm" Tiffany falling deeper into the moment and beginning to climax. Rhugrayt looking nervous shook his head and waved his finger. The frightened little man underneath her giving Tiffany a little rush of power and she continued. "Oh! Hmmm! Yes! Yeeees!" Tiffany climaxed before Rhugrayt could find the words in English to say he could get fired for this. Rebecca and Cynthia slipped off their wraps and towels and stepped into the circular spa pool. Somehow the bubble jets turned on and the water was the perfect temperature when they got in. The two giggled and stared at each other getting a little nervous and feeling a little awkward. Cynthia, part Hispanic had light hazel eyes light brown very straight shiny hair. Her beautiful Latin body with olive skin and ample breasts and round rap video girl ass, a thing of envy for others but a constant reminder to her that she did not quite fit into the white rich girl world of art history at a major university. Rebecca was from the country, her parents former share croppers now owners of their own patch cashing in on the bio fuel market. She had always been a tall girl, unsophisticated but in love with art and beauty and going to University a long held dream. Rebecca a little pale for a country girl with red brown long wavy hair and emerald green eyes. The three University students... all clever and beautiful... but outsiders, minor victims of circumstance. Cynthia and Rebecca latching onto Tiffany who seemed to know what to do on the first day of Art classes. Tiffany, finding willing, like minded followers, was happy to accept them into her fold. Acceptance being what they all craved and the Trio became fast friends on that first day of University two years ago. They had planned this, their first big trip together, for months with excitement and giddy anticipation. Tiffany slid off her stead. Rhugrayt still very erect and near to finishing but frightened out of orgasm by the noisy young tourist art student. Exiting the stall Tiffany noticed the five men in the restroom who quickly looked away and pretended not to be listening in. Tiffany washed her hands and slipped out. As the door closed behind her, a smattering of applause and then a cheer went up in the men's rooms for the mighty Rhugrayt. Tiffany turned bright red and slunk back up to her room. Rebecca slid off the low plastic seat and sunk down to her chin sitting on the floor of the spa pool. Cynthia did the same sinking to her eyeballs spluttering into laughter as she rose up to a squat to return Rebecca's devilish chin-at-water-level gaze. Cynthia could see Rebecca looking pleased with something and looked down to see a jet of bubbles tickling her thighs. She slid her olive skinned leg over and redirected the bubble flow against Rebecca's crotch. "No! Eee! Hehehehe!" Rebecca squealed but did not move away, her beautiful wet lips smiling wider. Rebecca tried to do the same to Cynthia only pushed a little too far rubbing the front of Cynthia's bikini bottoms ever so softly with her big toe. "H-oh! ...Lezzo!" Cynthia cried with a huge smile on her face. "Slutty tease!" Rebecca retaliated with a brief snort laugh. Neither one backing off. Rebecca made a sexy tongue action at Cynthia in jest. Cynthia lifted the top of her bikini out of the bubbling water just a little and circled her nipple with her finger tip under the water. The two girls fuzzy headed, a little over tired and over stimulated. The joke side of this play edging toward the real more and more. "Hmmm..." Rebecca said softly lifting her breast out of the water and making lick actions porn film style over her bikini top half joking. Cynthia slipped her hand inside her own bikini top and screamed "Aye-a!" Rebecca turned to see what she was looking at; Rhugrayt standing in the doorway with a mop and bucket frightened the two young women out of the pool in a splash and they ran off wet and dripping back to the elevator. Calmly Rhugrayt picked up their wraps and towels and followed down the hall. "Ladies." Rhugrayt said politely as he returned their belongings to them. "Aye-a!" Cynthia replied again she had been looking at the floor in shame not noticed him approach and... "Thank you" Rebecca said sheepishly but quickly. Rhugrayt pushed the down button for the cowering two and walked back to mop up the pool area. Rhugrayt left a flier about dressing customs in Islamic counties after he let himself into Tiffany's room to return the TV remote she had left on his lap. She was fast asleep and didn't notice him slip in and out. He smiled at her sleeping on top of the covers, sprawled on the bed as if she had fallen from a height. On their first day in town they visited an early morning local bazaar in the cheap end of Kuala Lumpur the array of hand crafts and odd looking foods and spices was like a dream. Venturing deeper into the maze like market they past by some cheap looking plaster statues, kitsch for the tourists mostly, but colourful and interesting none the less. They had dressed as instructed, covering their skin with thin cloth wraps so as not to offend the Islamic majority, but heat and humidity had quickly taken their toll and the young women were sweating buckets, and had unconsciously opened up their coverings a little to expose their bikini topped torsos to the muggy air for some relief. Despite their dress code efforts local men stared as if they had seen Elvis rise from the dead and the three women bounced between uncomfortably grossed out and wildly thrilled with the unyielding attention. Each time they passed a larger group of men one or all of them would get a pinched ass. Shrieking and protesting at times... and if the men were cute ...laughing and hugging each other in delight. The three young women swimming in sensory overload. The boisterous young women wonder ever deeper into the maze of market stalls looking over a thousand different idols and trinkets... overwhelmed by the choice, not really looking closely at anything. Periodically punctuated by ass pinching each other now as a running joke. One of the more established shops had an open workshop in the back making plaster effigies for the festival in next week. Without a hint of irony the three snapped away dozens of pictures each with their smart phones and nattered ... "Ow!"ed and "Ar!"ed ... along with the occasional selfy and group shot... drinking in the unworldly variety of sights and smells unknown back home. At the far back of the store sat three life sized sculptures of women in very suggestive poses... they were incredibly detailed and life like apart from the thin silver coating over the light brown clay like substance that could be seen through some chips and wear marks. Each beautiful silver woman posed on a rock, nude and seemingly longing for their lover. All with the same look of pained exhilaration, all posed so life like you could expect them to get up any second and run off to hide their nakedness. The Men already in the shop leered as the trio of light skinned women passed... but the men making the white plaster sculptures in the back worked silently and did not look up. The workers in the back making darting glances to check their work against the silvered females they were copying in plaster. The three young women watched as the working men took great care in shaping the plaster forms of their goddesses. The practiced quick delicate swish of fingers along wet plaster thighs and breasts just about the sexiest thing these three women had ever seen. None of the girls spoke Malaysian and quite a few charades hand actions were needed to find out the men they were talking to did not work in that stall, the owner would be back in a short time. Waiting in the hot little stall shop the three became increasingly interested in the life sized silvered female figures and also became increasingly reluctant to continue wearing their head and shoulder coverings. The growing group of men at the entrance to the stall were making quick nervous pointing actions... ...they mumbled comments to laughter of the others. The women knew they were being ogled but really didn't care as nothing the men said could be understood in the slightest. The humid air sapping energy and motivation to be indignant. One in the group of men was young and quiet and looked a little shy, he did not speak and looked embarrassed to hear the comments, his sheepish gaze was turning the three on just a little. The three women all playing "who would I sleep with if I had to..?" in their minds... shooting looks of alternate interest and disgust as they looked around the crowded marketplace. The old shop owner finally came in and spoke loudly to the gathering group of men and chased them out. In broken English he asked what the women wanted. "We want this." Said Tiffany the self Appointed leader. "How much?" The old man looked puzzled. "These mine."The old man replied. "Yes. No, ummm $500?" Tiffany asked. The old man continued to look puzzled. "Capitalism seems to be lost on these people." Rebecca quipped in a more than a little racist way. "We" Tiffany making big gestures with the palms of her hands almost touching the chests of the other two and then herself. "Want" Making another less clear carry gesture and a money out of wallet action. "These." Tiffany finishing the performance with a hugging action of the statues. The old man looked at the women and at their bikini tops and said something derogatory under his breath. "Can we buy, money , buy..." Cynthia started before the old man walked to the counter of the shop waving his hand dismissively. He handed Tiffany two pieces of paper. "Bus." He said with the first one and "Boat." he said with the second. There was what looked like just a single word written on each piece and Tiffany was now looking puzzled. The old man ushered the three women out of his stall and repeated "Bus." Pointing to the exit to the Bazaar. Every man in the Market stared at the three women as they walked along in Bikini tops. Some women called to them and made "cover up" hand actions to them, but they were too hot and now a little too tired and confused to understand or care. "So I guess we get the bus?" Tiffany said hoping to be overruled. "OK, ummm there are buses over there." Cynthia pointed a little hot and confused. The three women wandered around for a while before realising the likelihood of finding signs in English was too low to continue. They hailed a cab and made for the hotel for some mid morning refreshments. Asking the young taxi driver what the words meant he said. "This one, 'offering' or... ...this one, ...I know this... is the boat to Pan ór from Lumut." And he chuckled. "You know it not real?" The three women looked intrigued. "What isn't real?" Asked Rebecca. "Bimini. Magic fountain... forever child... not real. Just story for..." The taxi driver discovering the limits of his English. "Pan ór is beauty, but no magic fountain." He said with a smile. The three women were hooked, the thrill of the unknown and a magic fountain... this is what adventure is all about... ...they leaned forward pressing their boobs together filling the revision mirror in the noisy little taxi cab. "How do we get to Pranger?" Rebecca asked. "Pang ór" The driver corrected, getting an eyeful of college girl cleavage. "My friend, guide you, you want?" Tiffany jumped in with "Yes, how much?" not really caring... justifying to herself the exchange rate being very good this week so it didn't count. The driver pulled over and wrote a number on their paper with the symbol for Ringet on it. Tiffany looked at it trying to look like she was considering the offer. It was either roughly $50 or $500 dollars in either case she had more than that in her wallet and was spellbound by the mystery. Tiffany fanned the notes in her wallet and the driver almost crashed. He waved his the money out of his face and called his nephew on his well worn ten year old cell phone. He turned around and drove the women to the bus stop and took Tiffany's money. Jumping out of the car the driver crossed the insanely busy road and started talking to a street vendor. He returned with four dragon fruit crushed ice treats and gave the three women one each. "Wait now, just five minutes." The driver assured the women. Fifteen minutes later in the hot cab the pink lipped and overheated young women were very glad to see a young teenage boy come racing up to them and open the door. The driver spoke to him in a harsh tone and the three women followed the boy on to the bus. On the bus Cynthia looked out the window and dreamed about living in Malaysia or on a farm or maybe on a bus... the heat prompting incoherent day dreams for all. Tiffany had gotten uncomfortable in the front seat and had turned around to face her two friends. Their teen guide next to her quickly following suit. Spacey from the heat and noise of the bus the three did not share much of a conversation. Tiffany quickly noticed two women sitting a row back in full body blue burqas. The burquaed two bobbed and rocked along in sync with the bus ride, reminding Tiffany of two blue matching salt and pepper shakers. For some reason Tiffany could not look away. Through the square mesh eye slots it seemed as if they were looking back too. Their eyes hard to make out but seemed to be smiling. Tiffany continued to survey the scene. The two were sitting very close and had slipped their arms in each other's sleeves where they met in the middle. It was hard to tell over the ride of the bus and the fluttering of cloth next to the open window but the two women were exploring each other's bodies under the blue cloth. Tiffany's eyes widened and she leaned forward to press her boobs against the top of the bus seat spilling a little cleavage out for the two. The men in the seats beyond leaning in and mashing their heads together to see between the veiled women in front. One of the burqa wearing women nodded in tiny movements to Tiffany and she got a little thrill. Tiffany pulled down on her bikini string and squeezed out a little more boob for the onlookers. The motion of the bus jiggling and shuddering her white round flesh. A flurry of movement under the blue cloth signaled the two women exploring more and more energetically. The heat and the excitement skinning Tiffany in a sheen of sparkly sweat. The teenage boy next to her caught a glimpse of Tiffany's show and gasped. Rebecca squeeked: "Tiffany!" Rebecca half slapping half pushing Tiffany down off the boob resting ledge of the bus seat. Tiffany red faced turned around in her seat and stared out the window thinking about the two blue mystery women. At the next stop the two blue burqua women got off. As they walked past Tiffany a slender hand with intricate brown henna swirls of vines and flowers slipped out from the blue veil cloth. Subtly and very seductively the veiled lady stroked Tiffany's shoulder and arm all the way to the tips of her fingers as the two Islamic women passed with a sexy giggle. Two hours later and the bus was just getting into Lumut. The boy had answered all questions with a big smile and a nod but hadn't actually said anything to them the whole way. A Beautiful Statue Ch. 01 Rebecca never gave up trying to engage the boy in conversation and the boy with limitless patience smiled and nodded back. The three wilting western women got off the bus, the boy full of excited energy herds them down to the docks and gets onto one of the boats. The smell of BBQ sea food fills the air and the trio's stomachs grumble. Their teen guide talks to the man cooking some fish on an open BBQ and gets fish kebabs and cold juice for them all. The three women sit on the side of the boat eating there BBQ fish and drinking coconut juice from the shell and the boats pulls out to sea. Startled and a bit worried about being so far from the hotel without telling anyone the three women sit nervously on the very bumpy boat ride across a short choppy straight. "Do you think it's far?" Rebecca asks looking for reassurance. "No, the old man said" Tiffany begins. "Bus! Boat!" Cynthia shouting together with big smiles. The cool air of the ocean a welcome break from constant humidity and heat. Arriving at a little beach village the foursome jump out and make their way forward. The length of the wide flat beach littered with the beginnings of shrines and party decorations, it looks as if they expect thousands at the festival. Fishing nets are strung up to make a fence around the otherwise open area. As they walk up the beach they see dozens of the intricate almost photorealistic life sized silver female statues in gardens and inside the thatched roof huts of the islanders. Nothing that looks like a shop however. The only building in the village without statutes is the meeting hall raised up on tall stilts in the very centre of the little village. The young boy talks to an old man with blue grey hair grey eyes and silver grey body paint. He appears to be wearing only a wooden codpiece locked on with an old iron lock. The boy returns and tells the three women "Wait now. Go to finish place one hour OK." The three women are tired and hot and now a little worried about how they will get their statues back to the hotel. The boy sees their unease and says:"No worry, I stay here when you finish, bring you back." The three women feeling placated look around the beach side village at the amazing statues. Each one grasping or laying on a rock... each one with a blissful look of joy and excitement. Looking closely at the statues the newer ones have flecks of blue under a pearlescent sheen of silver. Some of them with eye lashes and eyebrows of silver crystals. The three women had never seen such skill and craftsmanship. After half an hour of walking around the whole village the three made their way back to the big hall. There were men making plaster statutes of gods just like in the bazaar, but these were all male, some with smaller blue women devotees bowing before them. The statues are all reclining, fingers and toes transformed into obvious phalli. Rebecca takes some extra time to examine them and really wants to feel the smooth plaster but is just too shy. Cynthia and Tiffany watch the shirtless men as they build up the beautiful works, layering wet plaster in shape before fanning it dry and polishing it marble smooth with a damp sponge. Rebecca's eye was drawn to a couple making love under a hut. She stopped to watch them for a few seconds and they didn't seem to mind. The young native woman climbing off before the man was finished and dashed off into the jungle. Her beautiful body shimmering as she skipped away totally naked and painted in bluish silver. She looked back at Rebecca briefly with a devilish grin and solid grey silver eyes before being enveloped by jungle. Rebecca a little flustered thought that this must be some kind of local tradition or something. Under the big hall stood what looked like unfinished female statues. Wicker frame forms, beautiful if unfinished looking, hollow female bodies with rope corsets and wood carved mask faces. The eyes oversized cut-outs with sea shell pupils. The trio looking over this stack of thirty or more unfinished wicker women and wondered what they did in the festival... "Do you think we can buy one of these?"Asks Cynthia. "I guess they are for the festival. Maybe after?" Replies Rebecca marveling at the perfect symmetry. Each one with a hundred or more little sea shell buttons running along the seam fitting front to back. "Hmmm the other statues are better, but I kinda like these..." Cynthia unwilling to let it go "...and they have to be easier to carry." The three nodding to each other that they would try to get one each before they left. The wooden g stringed old man came down and lead the three women into the jungle. He sung a traditional song and looked very kind and happy. The three women walking up the slight incline for about an hour before looking back at a view of the village and the haze covered main islands of Malaysia beyond that across the small straight. They were standing on the edge of a sink hole about three stories deep and at least that far across. The cubic crystalline rock was jet black mostly Naumannite with tiny sparkles of silver. Looking down into the cavern there was an impossibly blue lake that seemed to radiate light and a hundred or more statues lining the thin rocky beach surrounding the lake pool. The water sparkled and popped seemingly lit from underneath. The mirror flat surface of the amazing pool lake reflecting the shimmering black wall and tall open cave opposite the ledge they peered over. Wisps of steamy mist slowly swirled around close to the surface of the lake pool. The mist sparkled and glowed, diffusing the light as it slowly tickled the natural basin of sparkly black rocks below. Everything seemed to sparkle against the black rocks. The shallow pool of blue water glowing like electricity. A common thought shot through the three young women's minds; If there was such thing as a magic fountain, it would be here. The faint smell of sulphur in the air mixed with coconut palm and other tropical fruit trees reminded the three adventure tourists of egg salad sandwiches and sangria. Their stomachs collectively growling. A very thin ledge of cubic rocks spiralled down into the natural bowl floor of the sink hole. The three woman followed he old man as he led them on a winding path down the side of the wall and into the hole. The last step was half a body length and the four of them dropped in. The statues in here were even more beautiful. The misty air and the blue shimmering light made for a magical show. The exquisite detail the parted lips and teeth, the pert nipples with little bumps and imperfections like actual skin. Touching the surface broke the spell a little, the tough metallic surface cold and completely lifeless. The rocks on the walls near the bottom were coated thick with cubic crystallised silver. Rebecca though that this must be where they get their materials. The humid misty air was quite warm. The three women were sweating a lot... and this trip had been so impromptu none had brought water or food. Taking a chance Tiffany walked to the water's edge and took a handful. The water sparkled in her hand, like embers from a log shifting in a bonfire or liquid diamond. She took a tentative sip and it was a little odd tasting but very refreshing. The three women all drank deeply from the pool. The old man quietly climbed back up to the path and walked out. The layer of hot oppressive air and the beauty of the lake pool was so overwhelming the three women shed their wraps and possessions and dove in to the lake pool for a swim. The rocks in the pool looking more grey silver than black now most of them close to perfect cubes, or cubes growing out of cubes. The water was icy cold and the women shrieked with delight. Thick trails of sparkling silver particles follow in clouds as the swimmers stirred up the metallic mud. Rebecca said "Um, what if this is a sacred pool of something?" Tiffany replied. "The old man would have stopped us." The three wading women looking from left to right along the huge rocky cave beach. "Where is he?" Rebecca asked as if the others would know. "Um, where are those steps we came in on?" Cynthia asked, getting a little worried again. The three women climbed out of the water, tiny specs of silver clinging to their skin making them extra wet and shiny looking. After a few minutes of taking turns calling "Hello!" Tiffany decided they should search the cave for anything that might help. They walked past statue after statue of women, all body types all different faces and hair styles all nude... but all different... and all photo accurate. The one commonality, the look of limitless joy on their faces, almost manically happy. The misty humid air and the slightly salty water prompting the three to drink every few minutes or so... and the occasional slip in for a splash in the cool water and out into the humid thick air to continue the trek. Cynthia needed to pee and ducked behind a silvery cube in cube shaped boulder. Her pee came out greyish blue with little sparkles in it. She didn't say anything to the other two. The more the trio drank the more they seemed to need to drink. Finally reaching the far wall inside the overhang they found a natural spring, the water slipping from the rock warm and surrounded by huge intricate silver crystals like a waterfall frozen in time. The walls inside the overhand transitioned from jet black to snow white. A little trail of the deepest blue shiny crystals lined the stream of water running down the translucent white rocks of the spring. The triangle lines of blue crystals rising up from the waterline like fangs of a snake spitting water from the rock. The rocks around the spring were translucent like quartz and the eerily beautiful glow from the lake that lit this end of the cave made flicking light as it shone up through the rocks and out the slowly bubbling water. Curious and thirsty Cynthia pressed her lips against the jet of water and took a big gulp from the wall. "You've got to try this!" she exclaimed The other two didn't need much coaxing cupping their hands they took big mouthfuls too "Yuk!" Rebecca and Tiffany said in unison. "I know right? Hard to believe it's the same stuff in the pool. And that egg smell... what's up with that? " Cynthia said with a sadistic glee. "Let's have another look for that little path back to the village." Rebecca said cheerily trying to boost spirits. Looking back down to the entrance of the huge cave the mist made everything seem dreamy. The glimpse of stark blue sky and a single shard of yellow sunlight striking the rocks on one side of the cave. Like a scene from a fantasy computer game. The three women started to walk back. Just a few steps across the uneven bed of loose angular rocks and the three were exhausted and parched. They bent down in unison and lapped up the slightly more salty slightly soapy tasting water. They all tried to stand but the heat at this end of the cave was much worse and the water so cool and inviting. One after the other the three bikini clad women slipped into the water and waded back toward the entrance. "Tiffany!" Cynthia shouted pointing to her bare chest. Rebecca and Cynthia laughed as Tiffany searched around for her bikini top. A few giggly minutes later Rebecca said: "Don't worry there's no one here, you can just wear two wraps until we get back to the village and we can buy another one." The three young women a little turned on by Tiffany's unplanned toplessness. Wading left and right along the shore of the cave the three relaxed and smiled at each other. An hour of swimming and floating later Tiffany looked up and saw they were back at the rock spring. She said nothing and the three did another half lap to where Tiffany thought they got in. Another hour of searching, punctuated by giggling at Tiffany topless and jumping back in to cool off and they had not found their wraps phones or purses. "Was that there before?" Tiffany asked the other two pointing at a row of three white plaster nude male God statues with flat, double bed sized bases. "Are we in the same cave?" Rebecca asks. The other two ignore her. Rocks and dust falls from the sink hole edge, the debris clacks and hisses down the rock walls. The three look up but don't see anything. There are clear marks on the walls where rocks have been hulled up and removed. Searching around the sink hole walls there are no rocks to step on tall enough to get back up to the path. The path itself is not visible looking from the bottom up even if they could find a step. The trio make their way over to the reclining God plaster statues to investigate. The slightly over proportioned plaster statue have a boxy table like structure. The table tops are filled with fruit and hand crafted jewellery. The starving trio jump into the sun drenched feet end of a statue and gorge themselves on tropical fruit. There is a kind of gritty texture and the fruit. A few seconds after it is split open the parts exposed to the sun light sparkle silver like the water and everything else in the cave. More rocks fall and the three women look up to see a line of men watching them from the rim of the sink hole. Tiffany forgetting momentarily she is topless waves to the twenty or so men. They wave back with big smiles. Tiffany's breasts shimmer, coated like the hair and bodies of the other women on a thin layer of silver powder. The three women a vision of youthful beauty shimmering in the lick of late afternoon sunlight. "Plhep me! Wus!" Tiffany stumbling over her words as she remembers she is topless half way through shouting. The line of men instantly stop smiling and slowly dissipate. "No! Don't..." Rebecca also finding it hard to articulate what she wants to say. The young boy pops his head over the edge and waves to the three shiny women in the pit of fruit at the feet of the stark white god statue. "Ok Ladies. OK." The boy calls down. "I wait you finish." The boy reassures. "Ha, no ah ...boy! We finish!" Cynthia calls back startled at her own loss of diction. But the boy doesn't reappear and after ten minutes of watching the empty sink hole rim, hunger gets the better of them and the trio return to gorging themselves on fruit. They recline of the bed of food and start to relax. The soft flutter of torch flame and the smell of burning coconut oil wakes the three women curled up in a yin yang of bikinis and bare flesh on fruit. It is night and they have slept for at least a few hours. During that time someone has climbed down placed a lit torch and left without waking them. Despite the nightfall the cave remains a little warm humid and the women are dehydrated from perspiring while they napped. Slipping down to the water's edge for a drink Rebecca disturbs the other two. Cynthia creeps up behind her and pulling the ties with both hands snatches off her bikini bottoms. "Hey! Cyn" Rebecca calls in surprise. Cynthia jumps into the pool and swims toward the other side. Rebecca dives on top of her and snatches off her top. The two swim to the other side and Cynthia jumps out waving the bottoms in the air bare chested and sparkling. Rebecca waves Cynthia's top in the air taunting the other but giggling and feeling no shame. "You want it?" Cynthia taunts. "Urg!"Rebecca grunts as she lunges pointlessly after her bikini bottoms. The two semi naked women rub bodies together... and wrestle wet and half naked a little before Cynthia kisses Rebecca on the mouth. "No!" Rebecca shouts with a big embarrassed smile on her face pushing Cynthia back. Cynthia turns and throws Rebecca's bikini bottoms against the wall and the catch just out of reach. Making a fake angry face Rebecca retaliates by throwing Cynthia's top a little higher. Cynthia chases Rebecca back into the chilly water and they mock fight back to the God statues. Tiffany is sucking the juice out of some fruit and pats both of her wet and shiny friends as they climb back into the human fruit salad. "You're blue." Tiffany exclaims in delight. "All blue." The trio look at themselves and at each other, pinching and examining their own and their friends skin in the faint torch light. "Wow! Blue!" Says Rebecca. "Cold from water?" The other two laugh at her terrible English and go back to examining each other's bodies. Tiffany breaks open a fresh mango and eats a strip of it skin and all. Cynthia bites the end and plays mouth tug o war before giving her friend an open mouth fruity kiss and gropes Tiffany's bare chest with mango juicy hands. Rebecca watches on in amusement. She wanted to say something but she just can't think what it was. Words are hard to form for some reason. Rebecca gives them a group hug and discovers something pointed in the bed of fruit they are on. This felt good. The three of them together. Skin on skin so quiet and intimate. So arousing. Rebecca can feel the big toe of the god, raised up like a bar of soap jutting out of the smooth bed. Tiffany and Cynthia are playing with the slippery mango stone and drop it into Tiffany's lap. Cynthia reaches down and slips open Tiffany's bikini bottom and slides the mango stone inside her. Rebecca has noticed the smooth roundness of the god's big toe and is rubbing it passionately with both hands. More rocks fall as the line of men peek over the rim. One of them shines a torch down and soon the rest of them follow suit with an array of little flash lights. Rebecca starts to get a rhythm up on the big toe of the god and she hugs the other two closer thriving on the sensation of skin contact. Cynthia and Tiffany legs intertwined are now joined, taking turns pushing the mango stone out of one pussy and into the other with only their pelvic muscles as they kiss and moan and rub fruit juice on each other. The three women hugging and moaning in the big fruit bowl to the delight of the men above. "Oh, Re." Tiffany cries looking into the eyes of her friend over Cynthia's shoulder. "Hmm. ... mmm," Cynthia on the edge of ecstasy. "Tify, um..." Rebecca finding this all so funny all of a sudden starts to giggle. "he-hehehe" The other two thrilled by the sounds of Rebecca's delight thrust harder and moan louder. All of them fading in and out of reality in lust and exhilaration. Sometimes aware of the men watching above and getting turned on more and sometimes lost in the increasingly bluer faces of their friends. The over powering heat and the thick air... and these women were lost in a haze of lust and sensation. The moans increase and the three women, sharing a collective unreality, orgasm loudly and victoriously. The crowd of men above clap quietly. The women lay down together to tired for another show and drift back to sleep at the foot of the gods. Unknown to them, the women have begun a ceremony offering themselves to the gods of pleasure and mischief. The slight indigo blueness of their skin will permanently darken the longer they stay in the cave as will the other affects. The Volcanic spring warming the cave is rich in CO2, the little fizzy bubbles filling the lowest levels of the cave, just above the surface of the pool being the strongest concentration. The mildly acidic water leached colloidal silver mineral salts out of the rocks and forms many compounds from the vein of silver. The beautiful sink hole with a deadly invisible secret, the last resting place of many a troubled woman and girl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of part one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~