Angie Everhart And Salma Hayek

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Angie Everhart And Salma Hayek by C7
Celeb(s) – Angie Everhart, Salma Hayek
Codes – FF, Lesbian
Originally posted on August 25, 2002 at CSSA

The hotel was, for lack of a better word, not the Hilton. It wasn’t even a hotel really, just a collection of cabins, or as the natives called them, cabanas. The cabins were not very large, about half the size of a Los Angeles condo, with barely enough room for a bed, night table, and lamp. In the slightly larger rooms, there was a bathtub, but no running water. Water was brought to the rooms by the cabana personnel, upon request.

Angie rolled her brown eyes at Jeff, who was complaining to the other members of their entourage, about the accommodations. Edith, the head photographer snapped at her assistant. "For Christ’s sake, Jeff. If this is where we’re booked, then this is where we’re booked, so shut up, and let’s get moved in."

After everyone signed the register, the manager gave them keys to their cabins. Angie got one to herself, much to her relief. She didn’t really want to be disturbed on this trip. The shoot was going to be a long enough one as it was. A calendar. And the company decided to have it shot in some remote island off the coast of Mexico, somewhere around Panama City. Since Angie was one of the most marketable quantities of the company, she was sent down with one of the best photographing teams that money could buy. Her full name was Angie Everhart. She was tall and slender, with long fiery red hair. She had an eye-catching figure, measuring 34-22-35, but her most tantilizing feature was her legs. Very long, and very very shapely. They seemed to stretch on forever, much to the delight of numerous men from around the world. But to Angie, she just saw them as a pain. Guys never had to shave their legs, they didn’t know what a tedious thing that was.

The plane trip was taking its toll on them. Angie had saw it coming, but decided to let it happen. It wasn’t as if she had any say in anything other than the pictures. Unlike other models, Angie was very easy to work with. She never, as they say, "copped a ‘tude." She always found something to smile about, no matter the circumstances. Although this situation was one that it was hard for her to smile, or even grin.

They left the lobby, and were shown to their cabins. Angie’s was thelast one down. It worried her, but decided that she was safe enough. With so many people around her, it was very unlikely that anything would happen. If anything, her exotic looks had startled the locals, but more than a few young men were very welcoming to her. Giving her
flowers, and blowing her kisses. All comes with the territory she reasoned. No sooner had she closed her door, and collapsed on the bed, did she pass out from exhaustion. It was recommended that all get an early bed time, for the shooting started early in the morning, and they were all still on Los Angeles time. Angie slipped into unconsciousness blissfully, and didn’t dream.

*     *     *

It was six o’clock in the evening when Angie and the others returned to the cabins. It was their second week there. And things were going very slow. The weather was not cooperating, the rains were intense. Even more so in the sweltering heat. Normally, the shoot would’ve been moved after the first week, but this was a different situation. The company wasn’t losing a helluva lot of money, so they let it play out as long as necessary. Plus, the place was growing on Angie. She was enjoying it there, much to her surprise. After dinner in Edith’s cabin, everyone put back to their own rooms, and set out to spend the night. Angie wasn’t overly tired, so she decided to have a bath. Hers was one of the three cabins that had tubs. She placed a call to the front desk, and waited for the cabana boy. It was usually Juan. He had taken a liking to her, and had always delivered the water and towels to her cabin. It was obvious that he wasn’t against something more than what was on the menu. However, Angie had politely turned him down everytime.

Although tonight, I just might change that habit. Angie was quite tense, sexually. It had been awhile for her without physical contact. It went back to before they arrived on the island. Her last time had been with an actor. It was good, but not enough for a repeat performance. Angie disrobed, and donned her red terrycloth robe, and continued to wait.

About five minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. Angie opened it, and started to say. "What kept you?" When she saw that it wasn’t Juan at all, but a gorgeous young woman. "Uhm, where’s Juan?"

The girl said, her voice small. "Juan’s sick. My name is Salma." Her big dark eyes were mesmerizing, and Angie had to stop herself from leering. She stepped aside. "Come on in." Salma entered the cabin, and Angie got a good look at her as she turned around. Salma was a goddess. She had long black hair, that just added to her loveliness. Her eyes had an etheral quality to them that was almost impossible to believe. Clad in a brown top, and shorts, her curves were very evident. Salma’s breasts were large, and full. Angie felt her mouth go dry as she looked at her.
Salma noticed it, for her tan skin darkened a tad, and she said.

"Where shall I put the towels?" Angie blinked and looked at her arms, and saw the white towels, and a bucket of hot water. "Oh, uhm, over by the tub. There’s a chair."

The girl nodded, and walked over. Angie wasn’t sure, but there was a bit more of a sway to her hips as she walked. Almost as if the girl was wanting her to look at her….perhaps more than look. She shook her head slightly. No, that wasn’t right. Besides, she had never been with a woman before. Sure, a few of the models had hit on her, made passes, but nothing more. Although lately she found herself realizing that if the models had wanted to go further with their advances, she wouldn’t stop them. But there was something about this Salma, something that made her entire body quiver involuntarily. Salma turned and her hair fell over her eyes in a brashy, girlish way that Angie found heart stopping. The girl nodded at the tub. "Aren’t you going to get in?" The huskiness of the voice was intoxicating. The softness of the Spanish accent was so beguiling….Angie again blinked, and nodded quickly. "Uh, yeah…yes…of course, the…the bath…" Smiling weakly, she took off her robe. It wasn’t until it was on the bed, that Angie realized what she had done.

Her eyes widened, and turned sharply for the robe to cover not just her nude form, but the reaction that Salma was having on her. Salma smiled easily, and walked over to her. Angie’s eyes were drawn to the slight jiggle of Salma’s breasts as she moved. She quickly forced them elsewhere, but found Salma’s eyes an even more arousing sight. The girl drew close, a mere foot away from her, and whispered. "Senorita, I am not blind. I see that you are attracted to me. Do not be uncomfortable with me. I wish you to be very comfortable with me." And with those last words, Salma pulled Angie gently to her, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Angie moaned as they kissed. The robe fell to the floor, and Angie began to run her hands all over Salma’s wonderous
body. The girl ran her fingertips over her behind, and kneaded the firm muscles with her skilled hands.

Angie was guided back to the bed, and Salma began to go to work. Slowly, Salma began to kiss Angie’s neck, and ran her tongue over each area she kissed. The redhead groaned, and gripped the sheets in a white-knuckle grip. Salma eased back on her pace with a slight grin at Angie’s moans. The other woman whimpered quietly.

Salma carefully licked her way to Angie’s perfect breasts, and cupped them in each hand. She looked up at Angie, and leaned back. To her delight, Salma removed her top, and no bra was in sight. The breasts were as tan as the rest of her. Salma leaned down, and pressed her boobs against Angie’s.

Angie groaned again, and ground her crotch into Salma’s, who had started to move against her, forcing the four nipples to rub against one another, and creating an electric shock of ecstasy that shot through Angie’s body like a rocket. Salma was breathing heavily, and was kissing Angie softly on her chin, lips, and neck, as she humped her. Salma then slowed down her motions, and licked her way back down to Angie’s breasts. Her soft tongue on her hard nipples was too much for her. Angie threw back her head, and gave an audible, "Ahhhhh God!!!" She climaxed violently with each lick of the Spanish girl. Salma sucked deeply on each of Angie’s nipples, causing yet another soft cry of passion from the model.

Then, she slowly left Angie’s breasts, and licked her belly. Salma fastened her mouth over the naval and again sucked, and tongued the orifice. Angie gasped, and she bit her lip. She couldn’t be loud, no matter what this little thing did to her….no matter what. Salma then kissed the lower regions of the belly, and raked her nails across Angie’s nipples as she descended further. Angie sighed heavily, and writhed against the Latin goddess. Salma then reached her goal….the flaming redness of the pussy.

Pausing, Salma blew on the sex, causing Angie to again gasp, and wriggle in anticipation. Then Salma dipped in a finger, and withdrew it. She slipped her finger into her mouth, and locked eyes with Angie, she moaned in pleasure.

Salma reached under Angie’s ass, and got her to lift her lusicous legs straight up in the air, and the back over her body. Salma leaned forward, and ran her breasts over Angie’s womanhood. This got yet another moan, and Angie was pleading. "Please….Salma….please….li ck me…please.."

Salma paused and smiled. She then licked Angie’s leg, from toe to thigh. "Of course….what ever the senorita desires…." And without any preamble, she plunged into Angie’s sex. She drank her juices deep, and tongued the clit. Then she began to lick from pussy to anus. Like a dog at a water dish, Salma ran her tongue along the valley of Angie’s ass, to her womanhood. Only once in a while, she slipped inside either opening, and fucked her gently.

Angie felt herself growing very close, hell she had already orgasmed at least four times already. The woman was a God damned dynamo!! Angie had never felt so alive during lovemaking. She already had something planned for Salma, her hot tamale, and she could hardly wait to taste the spice.

Salma then thrust three fingers in Angie’s ass, and sucked her entire womanhood. That was too much, the suddeness of it all caused Angie to reach a thunderous orgasm. Her breasts were jutting out like two proud prows of twin ships, and heaved as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

Salma removed her shorts, soaked with her own violent orgasms, and crawled up alongside her lover. Angie looked into her eyes, and managed to get out. "This isn’t over yet, sweet thing…" Salma looked amused, and leaned back. Her breasts lolled back onto her chest as she did. She replied. "Come on, chica, pleasure me…." Angie leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth, and pulled deeply on it. Salma closed her eyes, and sighed. "That’s it, oh yes…" Angie licked her nipples and sucked the sides well of each breast. salma gently pushed Angie’s head harder against her chest, trying to help Angie get as much of the breast into her mouth, as possible. Angie moved down, and kissed Salma’s pussy deeply, savoring the spicy, musky taste. Then she sat up, and shifted her position. She lowered her ass onto Salma’s sex, and started to rub her cheeks against the lips of the other woman’s womanhood.

Salma gasped in shock, and arousal. She then started to slam her hips into Angie’s butt. The motion was intense, and orgasms were building for both women. Angie then eased their legs to intertwine, and started to grind her pussy into Salma’s.

The girl realized what was going on, and joined in on Angie’s rhythm. They moved as one, fucking as though their lives depended upon it. Salma groaned and Angie heaved herself up, and mashed both breasts together, and sucked them as one huge breast. Salma couldn’t take much more of this.

Angie was on top of her, essentially "fucking" her with her pussy, and was sucking her breasts like they were full of milk and honey. Salma gripped Angie’s sweet ass, and clutched to her.

Angie rolled off of Salma, and turned her over. The gorgeous ass of this dynamo was revealed to her. She sucked softly on each cheek, and french-kissed the anus. Salma shrieked into a pillow in Spanish. Angie softly tongue-fucked her ass for a few minutes, before kissing her way out, and jammed the nipple of her left breast into Salma’s pussy.

Salma cried in passion into the pillow, as the hard point pounded her from behind. Angie’s face was wild with lust, as she snapped. "You like that? You like my tit fucking your hot cunt?! You little tart….unnnghhh!"

She extended her body so she covered Salma’s back. She reached around, and fondled each breast, and bucked her hips into the girl’s ass. Salma wailed as she felt an orgasm of epic proportions build within her. Angie licked her ear, and they moved as one. Salma rolled back on top, and felt Angie’s breasts pressed flat against her back. She ground her ass into Angie’s pussy, as the model’s hands found the fullness of her breasts.

Salma then stiffened, and felt the climax wash over her like a wave. Angie climaxed as well, and Salma slumped back against her. Angie kissed Salma gently, who giggled. Salma shifted so Angie could lick her nipples as they lay together. Angie sighed. "The water’s gone cold."

"Well, I’m too tired to get another one."
They giggled. Angie winked, and snuggled her body against Salma’s.

"Well….we could stay in all day tomorrow?" Salma grinned. "’Could’? Chica, I can barely move…I think I’ll have to stay here."

"What a chore for me. To look after the most beautiful woman on this island." Salma smiled, and ran a hand along Angie’s thigh. "A chore, yes, but one that is most enjoyable." Angie sighed, and fell asleep in her arms.

END