A Splash of Heat

We entered the living room to a wave of cool air.  I could feel my skin adjusting
within moments to the change from the 90 plus degrees outside, with goose bumps
starting to spring up everywhere.  But the cool air wasn't the only thing causing
my excitement.

The weather had been hotter than normal for this time of year, so I encouraged
Lynn to invite me over for a swim.  After a long week at the office, I was glad
for the chance to just relax by her secluded pool for a few hours.  She was glad
to have me, she said.   Lynn's backyard slopes away off the back down a hill with
a view of the valley beyond, with large pines lining the side and curving around
to the front of the house.  This all provides a very private sunbathing area,
meaning the suits didn't always stay on the whole time.  Lynn usually drops her
top the first thing.   She likes to tan all over so she can wear nearly-sheer
tops without worrying about the tan line.  She really seems to enjoy her body,
and subtly showing off to others.

I, on the other hand, am much more reserved than Lynn, considering my string
bikini the limit of my exhibitionism.  The fact is, I have several fashionable
one piece suits for public consumption, and save the bikini for Lynn.  I never
really thought about why I was more revealing with her, not just sunbathing, but
with my thoughts and feelings, as well.  She has always been a special, close
friend to me.

Anyway, this day my top had come off involuntarily on my very first dive into the
pool.  I always feel an immediate sense of panic when I get exposed like that,
even if Lynn is the only one there.  After rescuing the floating few square
inches of cloth, I stepped out of the pool, back to my audience, about to
re-harness my small but fashionable 36C's.

"That's the spirit," Lynn chirped to my bare back as I fumbled with the tangle of
wet string.   "Loose those big boobs, girl," she cheered.  I giggled and relaxed,
turning to toss the top at her in fun.  I bent slightly at the waist and gave
them a little shake for her benefit.  "Gosh," I thought to myself, "why does she
have that affect on me."  It seems when I'm around Lynn I do things I would never
normally do, get feelings I wouldn't with anyone else.  She somehow lowers my
barriers without actually doing anything, just being herself.

"Watch it, you" she responded.  "You might make me horny," and we both laughed.
My smallish round mounds, while they are somewhat larger than Lynn's, haven't
been known for making people horny, men or women.  For that I have learned that
my small waist and firm round hips are best.  Lynn, of course, has used her boobs
in provocative ways since high school.  Actually, her breasts are somewhat
different looking, but interesting.  Starting out more narrow than most, they are
fairly tall, or long, depending on her position, I guess.  It creates a soft cone
effect. She likes to wear risquŽ­ tops with no bra, but never wears scooped necks
that may actually show bare skin.

"You make me do these wild and crazy things, you know," I retorted.

"And will continue to do so, you half naked wench," Lynn  responded, both of us
laughing some more.

I plopped down on the lounger next to hers.  She was laying on her stomach,
facing the pool and the view beyond.  I offered to lotion her back, just as an
innocent friendly gesture.  We had done this for each other before with no
unusual results. But as I started to drizzle the lotion around her back, maybe it
was the sun, or the wine, or the fun were we having, it seemed more sensual than
usual.  I seemed to notice more how milky smooth and soft her skin felt under my
fingers.  I slowly swept up her back, over her neck and shoulders, massaging her
muscles as I went. Lynn likes to stay in shape, swimming lap after lap in her
pool.  It gives her a great overall body tone.  As my fingers glided down her rib
cage, I could feel her breasts slightly bulging out the sides.  I lingered there
for a moment, as though my fingers had a mind of their own, a sensuality my mind
wouldn't divulge alone.  It took a force of will to move away, further down her
back.  I felt an edge of eroticism I couldn't explain.  More lotion applied, more
spreading.  My hands went around her small waist on either side, wondering at how
small and delicate it was, then flowing out to her beautiful hips.  I slid one
hand toward me across the top of her bikini bottoms, straying slightly under the
edge of the fabric, again wondering where my hand was going.  I felt just a hint
of the crack between her cheeks as my fingers moved by.  Lynn wiggled slightly at
my touch.  I wasn't sure if I had intruded too far, or if she had enjoyed the
intrusion.  But then she continued to move, actually rolling to her side and then
to her back.  I felt a little nervous wave pass through me, being that close to
her, as she settled down in the middle of the lounger again. Since I too was
facing the pool, her new position left her breasts right in front of me, with my
hip against Lynn's waist.  As she had nestled herself closer to me when she
turned, I now found my lotion covered hands suspended in air right above her
chest.  I struggled with the predicament for a moment, then plopped my hands in
my own lap.  My eyes had been glued the whole time to her breasts, when I noticed
Lynn watching my reaction.  It's funny how you can know someone for a long time,
go through all kinds of fun and typically girl friend experiences with them, then
suddenly, in the right situation, get a new view.  When she smiled up at me with
those big brown eyes, the sun glistening off her breasts as I sat close by her
side, I felt the first inkling of a  sexual feeling, a slight tickling sensation
in my lower abdomen.  I wasn't sure how to handle it at first, and was feeling
somewhat nervous.

"Why don't you go ahead and do my front, too" she whispered matter of factly as
her eyes drifted closed.  "I just want to lay here and relax."

I didn't know what to say.  "Um...are you serious?" I stammered.  I hesitated a
few moments, not sure how to react.

"Sure," she said.  Then she lifted her head to look down her naked front. "You've
seen it all before.  I don't think touching me will hurt."  As she looked back
into my eyes, I think she realized how unsure I was, torn between the grand old
Elizabethan morals and the close-knit and open relationship we shared.  "Oh hey,
I'm sorry, hon.  I know you're not as casual as I am.  If it makes you
uncomfortable..."

"No, no.  It's just, well, I guess I just haven't been quite this close to a
woman before, and .... like this,"  I said waving a hand at our mutual nudity.
"But if it doesn't bother you, I guess it shouldn't bother me so much.  I do need
to loosen up." Of course, the wine we'd had before coming out to the pool helped
some.  I finally gulped and grabbed the bottle of lotion, wondering where to
start.  Her navel caught my eye, so I filled it to the brim.  "Ooo, that's
chilly," she giggled, wriggling slightly.  Her reaction sort of broke the ice,
helping relax me.  As I gently spread the creamy fluid over her firm tummy and up
to her ribs, I gradually became more comfortable with the situation.  Then I got
the fun idea to squeeze some cold droplets onto her soft brown nipples.  "Ooo,
that's chilly too!" she squealed, her shoulders rounding slightly, as though to
protect her exposed chest.  But she smiled slightly, eyes still closed.   Then
she raised her arms, folding her hands behind her head, presenting herself to me
fully.  Hesitantly,  I began spreading the cool fluid around her left nipple,
slowly moving in a circle down her breast.  This was becoming a very sensual
situation for me.  Like all women, I had played with my own nipples, to get
myself excited.  But never had I done this to another woman. Lynn murmured
slightly as I applied a little more pressure and covered her entire breast with
my swirling hand.  I slowly moved to her other mound, using both hands now to
massage both breasts at once.  I could feel her back arching slightly, her chest
rising to meet my caressing fingers.  My own breasts were starting to feel
excited, almost wishing someone were attending to them as well.  This made me
nervous; I felt I had to move on, so I continued with more lotion on her smooth
sides, up over her gently curving shoulders, circling her neck, then surprised
myself as I moved up to her chin and face.  I gently lotioned her flushing cheeks
and nose, carefully going around her silent eyes and forehead.  A sense came over
me of protecting this delicate skin, helping this close friend of mine.  It was a
warm feeling, yet again it was arousing too.  I was begin to feel like a person
on a diet but stuck in a candy store:  whichever way I turned a new temptation
awaited me. I shifted my attention to her lower half.  My hands moved to her
belly button, then across her firm tummy and waist, gliding lower still.  Her
tiny bikini bottom provided no obstacle as fingers slowly passed beneath the top
of her suit, finding the crease where her abdomen and legs joined .  "Whose hands
are these" I thought.  My fingers then felt the first hint of pubic hair, and I
froze. Part of me wanted to go on, to find her vagina just beyond my fingertips,
but another part willed me again to change course.  I quickly moved to her hips,
flowing into her strong thighs, first applying lotion to the outside of her legs,
then venturing to her softer inner thighs, stretching my own feelings and limits,
all the way to her bikini again.  This was really starting to feel erotic to me
by now, without even thinking about how Lynn felt.  My own pussy was starting to
betray my feelings and I had to stop a moment to collect myself.  I was just
staring at her barely concealed mound, not sure if I would summon up the courage
to brush the bikini bottom aside and seek out her pussy or loose control and run
into the house.  I wasn't sure I was in control which ever one happened.

"Mmmm, you're the best friend a girl could have," Lynn murmured as she took my
hand in hers.  It was a gentle caress, reassuring in a way.  I think she sensed
my hesitation, not sure of myself at that moment.  "Why don't you lie down and
I'll do you now?"  I quickly followed her instructions, glad for the chance to
take my eyes off her before, well, before I don't know what.

I lay on my stomach on the lounger next to Lynn's, turning my head away from her,
just trying to relax and catch my breath.  Lynn gently pushed my arms over my
head and I folded them under my head as a pillow.  I think she could feel my
tenseness.

She spoke softly as she began spreading the cool lotion over my back and
shoulders.  "You know, that's the first time for me too, I mean a woman's hands
on my breasts like that.  I'm just glad it was you.   I wasn't sure you would
really do it, but I'm glad you did."  After gently massaging my shoulders, she
slowly moved down my sides, twice going over where my boobs were leaking out from
under me, then slid on to my lower back.  She ran her lotion covered hands over
my waist, reaching slightly around toward my stomach, then continued down the
curve of my hips. "Let me move this so it doesn't get ruined," she said as she
quickly, more quickly than I could react, pulled the strings at the sides of my
bikini bottom, not fooling either of us about ruining my suit.  I tried not to
tense up but I had to catch my breath from the exhilaration I was feeling.  Lynn
very slowly smoothed the lotion over my lower back, to the top of my cheeks, the
down over my quivering hips and back up to brush the bikini bottom aside, and
finally let her fingers gently kneed my cheeks, venturing ever so slowly toward
my crack.  I couldn't  help moaning out load as her hands took my cheeks fully,
her fingers spreading and massaging, her thumbs just brushing my asshole.  My
hips moved involuntarily, rolling to my side, my butt toward Lynn, my top leg
bending as my foot slide up the lounger, forcing her to stop what she was doing
to drive me wild, but also spreading my legs apart, one leg lying straight down
the lounger, the other knee pointing into the air.  She seized the opportunity to
spread more lotion on my raised leg, starting at my knee and moving ever
downward.  I was burning inside with excitement, but not wanting to give in to
it.  As her hands reached my crotch, one from my front, the other from the back,
I rolled again towards Lynn, now lying full on my back.  I was sure she could
feel my rising tension, not knowing myself if it was hesitation or anticipation. 
But being Lynn, she was perfect.  "Ah, you want me to do your front too.  No
problem," she said gaily as she quickly squeezed a line of lotion starting at the
base of my neck, between my breasts, across my stomach to the top of my muff.  My
bikini bottom had gotten nearly lost in all my turning and I was left nearly
fully exposed.  I was overwhelmed by the sensual episode taking place. Again she
pushed my arms over my head.  My back began to arch without thought as Lynn very
slowly spread her hands and lotion across my breasts, massaging once again with
her entire hands, her fingers firmly searching the soft white flesh, rubbing my
nipples to firmness beyond any memory.  I was at her mercy by now, my body
yearning for her touch as she continued down to my stomach, rubbing smoothly, to
my waist, to my now squirming hips, at last to my crotch.  My breathing was
coming quickly now, as I reached one hand down to grasp one of Lynn's, helping
her decide to move on to my mound of now damp thatch.  I looked her in the eyes
and saw the most loving smile, the most tender love shining back at me.

"I think you sense, like I do, that our friendship is special, closer than just
friends," she said, then she gently patted my mound with one hand, as she reached
up to cup my chin and cheek with the other, giving me a sweet, soft kiss. Her
lips were like a potion, melting my will, my lips parting to welcome her passion.
But just as I was deciding to give in to my desires, to let Lynn have me, to have
her, come what may, she backed her face away a few inches and looked at me
lovingly. "I think we should jump in the pool to wash some of this lotion off,
then go inside for some more wine, what do you think?"

"Uh, sure," I mumbled, my breathing starting to slow down finally.  Then she was
off to the edge of the pool, diving gracefully through the surface.  I was afraid
she had thought I was being prudish, not knowing how I welcomed her advance, how
I wanted to go farther with her.  I was up and after here so quickly, I forgot
about my bottom being loose.  I felt it falling away as I dove, not caring at
all.  I felt totally free, being totally nude, as I cut through the water toward
Lynn's form on the other side of the pool.  I came up for breath right in front
of her, both of us laughing.  This time I made the first move, leaning forward to
kiss her lips playfully.  "Mmmm," she whispered.  "I like that."  And she pulled
me to her, returning my kiss with one of her own, her mouth opening wide as her
tongue slipped between my lips, my own tongue responding with excitement.  I
pulled her close, our breasts pressing together, our nipples rubbing as they
started to stiffen.  Her knee slipped between my thighs as I sucked her tongue
deeply into my mouth.  I moaned loudly as Lynn's hands on my rear spread my
cheeks and pressed my mound against her thigh, rubbing firmly against my clit.  I
could feel myself getting more excited as Lynn's tongue retreated and she sucked
mine into her own mouth, her lips moving up and down as though it were a cock.  I
finally pulled my head back slightly and gazed into her loving eyes.  "I want to
do more with you, Lynn.  I want to do everything with you."  She smiled her most
fun-loving smile in return.  "I have to admit I haven't really been this close to
a woman before, and I'm  sure you haven't either.  But I bet we can figure it
out, do you think?"  She kind of cocked her head to the side with a questioning
look and gently brushed the hair out of my face.  "I think so,"  I said.  "How
about that wine you promised?" Then we swam side by side to the steps.  Lynn
stepped out of the pool first, shaking the water from her short chestnut hair. I
had to sling my longer blonde locks over my head as I  squeezed the water out.  I
noticed Lynn watching me move, and I smiled at her; she smiled back and turned
toward the house. "Wait up," I called and trotted up beside her.  Hand in hand we
headed back inside.

As we rounded the corner of the patio toward the sliding glass doors I was
prattling on about nothing and looking at Lynn, when suddenly she stopped. "What
a cute couple," she said, looking straight ahead.  I followed her eyes to the
expanse of glass ten feet in front of us.  I was greeted by the reflection of the
two of us, Lynn in only her string bottom and me in my all-together, holding
hands side by side.  I smiled, "Aren't we though.  Ooo!  My suit."  I blurted
out, looking about anxiously, as though just realizing I was standing there
totally nude.  Lynn laughed out loud.  "It'll be there later.  Come on, let's
drink wine."

Lynn opened the door and waved me through.  The air conditioned air, after the
heat outdoors, flowed over my skin like an ice cube, with the resulting immediate
goose bumps and hardening nipples.  I hugged myself in mock discomfort. "Ooo, it
feels chilly."  I said  glancing at Lynn, her skin showing the same bumpily
effects as mine.  "Yeah, but nice," she returned, noticing the goose bumps, and
all. She reached over and gave my left nipple a little nuzzle between her thumb
and forefinger, and I didn't resist.  "Want red or white?"  I opted for the red,
knowing Lynn always has a good cabernet on hand.  "Red it is," she answered.

I grabbed a towel from the chair by the slider and wrapped it around my waist.
Then I noticed Lynn leaving a trail of drips across the floor, and grabbed the
other towel. "You're dripping all over.  Let me dry you a little," I invited.
"Oh, absolutely," said Lynn throwing her head back and spreading her arms wide,
still facing the bar. I rubbed the soft, over-sized towel across her tan back,
moving down her sides, across and between her sweet round cheeks, then kneeled
down to dry her firm thighs, outside and between clear up to her still damp
crotch.  "Mmmm, get it all now," she toyed.  I stood up and wrapped the towel
around one side to her front, grabbing it from around the other side with my
other hand and moved up close behind her, my nipples pressing against her still
goose bumpy skin.  She leaned into me as I slowly passed the towel from under her
chin down to her breasts, spending much more time there than necessary.  As I
slowly massaged both of her breasts with my palms, I leaned forward to kiss her
shoulder, then her neck just below her left ear, then again on her cheek.  She
turned her head to find my lips with hers as the towel slipped away,  on hand
staying at her breasts, the other dropping to her waist.  Once again our tongues
warmly entwined, her right hand covering mine at her stomach and coaxing it even
lower, to the very edge of her fluffy mound of pubic hair.  I gently massaged her
mound, my fingers edging toward her slit, this time wanting to go on, to arouse
her even more.

Lynn quickly turned around to face me, then taking my face in her hands kissed me
lightly once more.  "I want a drink first," she said, returning to the task of
the wine.  "First?" I thought to myself.  I wondered excitedly what she had in
mind for second.

Lynn handed me the large glass, filled to the brim, knowing I'd have to slurp
down a bunch to make it manageable.  Having had a couple of glasses earlier, this
one was going down very smoothly indeed.  Lynn was already flopping down on the
large stuffed couch facing the backyard view over the Valley as I headed after
her.

I slurped down another big gulp of wine as I sat near her, a rude thing to do to
such a fine vintage, but my sobriety was definitely on the wane.  As I arranged
myself rather clumsily on the couch, I noticed Lynn was watching me, a very fond
look on her face, her eyes smiling as I looked back at her.  "What?"  I asked in
indignation.  "You're so cute," she responded, sliding closer to me.  She ended
up sort of sideways next to me, so she could slip one hand up to my face as she
kissed me, her other hand going straight to my breast closest to her.  I leaned
back into the couch, relaxing, allowing her to take command, do what she would.
Lynn's lips were moving rapidly now, from my mouth to my cheeks, to my closed
eyes, down to my chin, then to my neck as I rolled my head to the side.  She was
gently rubbing my nipple as her wandering mouth continued to move downward across
my shoulder, then my chest, then finding my waiting breast.  She gently squeezed
the roundness up to meet her lips, circling my enlarged nipple with her warm
moist tongue. Then her mouth descended upon the hardening tip, her lips sucking
it in, further and further, till her mouth covered the entire end of my breast. 
Her tongue now worked my nipple with more pressure, knowing how it felt herself,
she knew how it must feel for me.  I moaned aloud and stroked her damp hair,
pressing her head to me more tightly.  "Oh that's good", I murmured.   After a
moment, she pulled back from her work.  "Lie down" she whispered the order.  I
complied without hesitation, not knowing or caring what came next, just wanting
to be closer to her, to keep her doing what she was doing.  I lay down towards
her as she eased herself off the couch to kneel on the floor at my chest.  She
took my elbows and pushed my arms over my head, then slowly swept her finger tips
down my inner arms, through the soft flesh of my underarms, and then lower to
caress my boobs with renewed enthusiasm, both at once.  I could feel my whole
body becoming excited, my lips, my breasts, my pussy.  I had never imaged the
total abandon I was feeling at this point.  Lynn was now sucking the other nipple
deeply into her soft mouth, her tongue and lips working deftly as her hands
massaged the white soft gland wildly. I felt an orgasm coming already.  As I
reached down to pull her face back to mine, Lynn could see in my face the depth
of pleasure she had awakened.  "Oh Lynn," I cried as one hand continued plying my
breasts, our lips pressing together and farther to a deep, tongue embracing kiss.
 My arms went around her and pulled her to me as the first tightness gripped my
vagina.  I could feel my clitoris expanding as though it would reach out of my
pussy.  I forced my tongue deeper into Lynn's mouth, her mouth and saliva
spreading ever farther over my face.  She sucked my tongue strongly as I moaned
aloud.  "Oh! Oh Lynn!  I'm getting so tight!" At that she lowered one hand to my
crotch and rubbed down my thighs and back up to my pussy, sliding her fingers
over my slit, rubbing gently at my swollen clitoris.  I was sure she could feel
me contracting as I raised my hips to meet her hand, pressing against her.  She
forced her fingers below my mound, between the folds of skin, passing over and
around my clitoris again and again, finally taking it between her soft fingers
and bringing me to an orgasm as high as I had ever felt.  "Oh!" I shouted now. 
"Oh God it's good!   Kiss me, please," I pleaded.  Lynn's lips were on mine in an
instant.  I forced my mouth against hers, sucking her probing tongue deeply
within, holding her tightly to me.  I rocked for several moments, no longer in
control at all.  I was totally in rapture as she held me close, extending my
orgasm as long as she could.

At last I loosened her tongue, then began to catch my breath, still holding Lynn
close to me.  She was slowly, gently kissing my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, my
lips.  "I wasn't sure we could do that quite so well," she whispered.  "But you
really let loose, huh?"  "Oh did I," I exhaled.  "Did I ever.  You hit all the
right places with just the right touch, girl.  I want to say I love you,
but...well... heck, I love you."  "I love you too, girl.  I love you too."

"I want to wash the rest of this lotion off, so it's off to the shower for me." 
Lynn said.

"So soon?"  I responded, not really wanting her to leave my side.  "Well, I need
to catch my breath, anyway."

"I won't be long.  If you get lonely, come and join me."  She offered.  My gosh,
I thought to myself.  I want to.  I want to follow Lynn into the shower and
ravage her body.  What a day it's been.   Is still.

I saw the towel on the floor, then remembered my bikini out by the pool. The
neat-freak in me decided I better clean things up before I had any more wine.
Wrapping the towel around me, I ventured back to the pool to retrieve my six
square inches of bathing suit.   As I approached the loungers, Lynn called down
to me from the bathroom window.  "Grab mine too, and the lotion while you're
there, hon."  I turned to see her nude form half out the window, shaking her
boobs in my direction.  I couldn't help but laugh.  What a nut she is.  I scooped
up the lotion, my bikini, and Lynn's top, then headed back to the house.

I was having such a good time, really happy, that I decided a turn in the shower
might be fun too.  I glided up the stairs, following the sound of running water
to Lynn's master bath.  It was a fairly large room, with an extra large
shower/tub combination, almost a small hot tub really, with a foot wide rim
around the edge. Lynn was already behind the clear glass, soaping her self all
over. Filtered sunlight came through the window and glistened off the splashing
droplets and her wet skin. I went first to the porcelain throne and sat for a
good pee, while watching Lynn wash her tummy and abdomen.  She noticed me
watching and smiled, then continued lower to wash between her legs, raising one
leg to the rim of the tub to expose herself, apparently to me.  She swayed her
hips from side to side as one hand swept over her inner thighs and up to her
pussy, while the other reached behind to slide between her cheeks, her fingertips
meeting between her legs.  She never took her eyes off of me while she soaped and
rinsed every inch of her most private areas, her fingers swirling around and
slightly entering her pussy and her ass hole. I wondered if she was just playing
with me, trying to make me feel like a voyeur, but still I was captivated by the
show, her openness, the sensual scene she was creating.   I realized my pee was
long over, and decided I better get myself washed too, and headed for the shower.

She laughed as I closed the door.  "Was it a good show?  I don't always play with
myself in the shower, you know."

"You mean you'd do that just for me?  Yes, it was a good show."  I responded,
smiling.

"Actually," she continued, "I wanted to be sure everything  was very clean down
there.  Finger lickin' good, so to speak."

"Ooo.  You're bad, girl.  I guess I better do the same, eh?"

"Sure," she agreed.

Lynn then opened the door to jump out.  "I'm gonna find that wine of mine, and
maybe some munchies."

"I'll miss you," I pouted.  " But as long as you're tending to food and drink, I
guess it's ok."  We both laughed.  I washed and rinsed every square in of my
body, paying close attention to my private areas, as Lynn had done.  I was a
little apprehensive about what she might have in mind, "finger lickin' good" and
all, as this was all well beyond my experience.  I mean, I'd seen sex flicks
where girls orally aroused each other, and I'd had a boyfriend that liked to lick
my pussy sometimes before he put it in, so it wasn't a total mystery.  But the
guy I'd known was kind of rough, inexperienced I guess, and didn't really leave
me with overwhelming memories.  I couldn't help wondering what it might feel like
with another girl, especially Lynn whom I am so close to, and who had been so
gentle and loving today, who seemed to know what felt really good.

I finished my shower and toweled down quickly.  I then headed for the bedroom,
figuring some kind of clothing might be appropriate since I'd been totally nude
for at least a couple hours.  I heard soft music playing as I got to the door and
entered.   There was Lynn arranging some snacks and more wine on the end-table,
still wearing only her birthday suit.  The thought of clothes left my mind, as
she bent to pull the covers clear down to the end of the bed, leaving only her
bright yellow satin sheets in place.

"There you are," she said as she saw me come in.  "This is that group I told you
about, that I saw down in Monterey," as she turned the bed-side stereo up a
notch. "Not much singing, but there's something erotic about the tones.  I
remember wishing you had been there with me."  I attacked the crab dip and chips,
wondering what I had eaten last, and when.   "Who WAS with you?"  I asked.

"Well, that's sort of a long story.  But I met this girl Peggy in the hotel bar
the night before, and well, she had some sexual appetites to fulfill, which I
really didn't want to get involved with at the time.  I mean, I don't normally
have sex with girls anyway, you know?"

"So, I am special then."  I said, actually feeling more special as I said it.

"You know you are, Carol," she said turning to me as I washed my mouth with more
wine.  "I'm not sure why so much more today, but I don't care why.  I just know
we've been through a lot of good times and bad times, and I have special feelings
for you."  I could see she was being more serious as she spoke, making me want to
hold her even more.  "Sometimes I guess closeness, even sex, is the only way to
really express it, " she said, stepping toward me, reaching out to my waist, and
coaxing me gently closer.  My arms went around her shoulders as our breasts came
together and my lips sought hers.  The whole atmosphere was one of softness and
tenderness as our mouths and tongues meshed to one.  As her hands crept up to my
breasts, I decided my new experience might as well get started now.  I gently
took her shoulders and backed her toward the bed, forcing her to sit as her legs
bent over the edge.  I then pulled her knees up so her feet could rest just on
top of the bed.  She slide back just a hair and gazed at me with knowing eyes.  I
bent over her, between her legs, and began kissing her breasts, slowly increasing
the intensity of my play, pulling her right nipple into my mouth while massaging
her left between my fingers.  She began to moan as I pressed harder on her
breasts, kneading the soft tissue in my hands, sucking and nibbling first one
rapidly hardening nipple then the other.  Her hands were stroking my back and
shoulders as her eyes closed.

I slowly started moving my lips down her front, but kept my hands playing with
her breasts.  I kissed and licked my way to her tummy, to her navel, exploring it
thoroughly with the tip of my tongue, Lynn wriggling in response to her growing
arousal.  As my mouth crossed her abdomen and approached her pubic hair I pulled
my hands down to her thighs, rubbing the backs and insides of her legs, coaxing
them apart.  But Lynn, feeling my presence, spread her knees wide, opening her
crotch to me fully.  This was new territory for me, but I wasn't afraid.  My
thumbs gently explored her labia, spreading them, revealing her moistening pussy.
Her fragrance was arousing to me as I found her clitoris and gently massaged it
to growth.  It was exciting seeing and feeling another woman's pussy, Lynn's
pussy.  I could actually see her clit lengthening, firming as I bought my mouth
closer.  My tongue made contact first, tasting the womanly fluids as I licked her
clitoris, making Lynn more and more excited.  She started to move her hips in the
age old rhythmic rocking motion, bring her pussy up to my face then away, but I
got in sync with her hips and kept my mouth on her, gradually moving closer,
finally flush to her pussy, sucking on her clit as she gasped and moaned under my
touch.  My tongue worked into her pussy and stroked the sides, then back to her
clit, working hard to make her come now.  I gently slid one finger into her to
find the base of her clit, stroking it firmly as I continued licking and sucking.
 Lynn was panting hard now, rocking forward, calling to me not to stop.  With my
other hand, I spread some juices down her crack to lubricate her asshole.  I
circled it gently at first, preparing the delicate skin, stretching it tenderly
with my finger, finally sliding the tip of my finger in, still working in
circles, then deeper.  Lynn was wild, her hands on my head, pushing my face to
her tightly.  I could feel her pussy tightening, her clit pulsing in my lips.  I
sucked in unison with my one finger sliding in and out of her pussy and the other
in her ass.  Her climax came with tremendous tightness, holding my fingers in
both holes, her juices running over my lips and down my chin.   I continued
licking at her pussy and nibbling at her clit for several moments till her orgasm
began to subside.  "Oh God, Carol!  I never...oh god, your touch..."  She was
breathless as I slide my finger gently further up her ass, as far as I could,
then slowly withdrew it.  She moaned uncontrollably, her body shuddering, her
pussy contracting again.  I sucked her clit once more, loading my tongue with her
fluids.  Then I arose and leaned over her again, rising to her face. "Taste it
with me," I whispered.  Our mouths came together, our lips open and soft, my
tongue flowing into her.   I lay my breasts on hers, my crotch against hers, hers
arms holding me close, our lips and tongues entwined.  We lay like this for
several minutes, kissing, loving, while Lynn's pussy slowing relaxed.   I finally
climbed onto the bed next to Lynn and we just held each other close for a while.

"You were right," I said at last. "How's that?" Lynn asked. "Finger lickin' good,
of course."  And we both laughed.

Slowly, Lynn began playing with my nipples again, squeezing them gently, then
rubbing my breasts ever more firmly.  "You aren't going to just tease me again
are you?  Like by the pool?"  I asked playfully.

"I'm going to drive you wild girl," she responded.  I giggled till she again
attacked my breasts with her mouth, sucking one nipple and areola deep into her
mouth.  Her hands were both soft yet strong, her touch somehow delicate yet
reaching deep into my breasts.  One hand strayed down to my tummy and beyond,
passing through my fine small patch to my pussy.  Her middle finger slide quickly
between my folds to stroke my pussy, finding my clitoris in no time.  My body was
responding as rapidly as Lynn was working.  Then her face moved back up to mine
and she kissed me lightly again.  "I want to try something.  Move up here," she
said, as she slid to the head of the bed and coaxed me along behind, feet first. 
I wasn't sure what she wanted at first, but she finally got my butt close to the
headboard, then kept scootching me up while she raised my butt in the air.  Lynn
was sort of leaning against the headboard, with my rear end raised in next to
her.  I was resting mostly on my shoulders, my knees bent so my legs were
dangling over me.  The effect was that my pussy was spread fully with her looking
down on it.  She could easily reach my breasts with her left hand as she fondled
my crotch with her right.  This was a totally new position for me, sort of upside
down, and fully exposed in the air.  Lynn gently massaged my breasts while her
fingers invaded my pussy, her face at close range.  This position also allowed me
to watch as Lynn's tongue extended toward my slit.   It was the most erotic thing
I had ever heard of, and I was in the middle of it.

As she spread my pussy with her fingers, one sliding in, then another, her face
came ever closer to my crotch.  Her tongue suddenly darted out toward me and I
could feel it find my clitoris, circling it, rubbing it.  The whole sensation was
driving me wild.  I began rubbing my one breast as Lynn tended to the other,
while I watched her eating me, tonguing me rapidly, her one finger exploring my
pussy, another trying to slide into my asshole.  I was dry there though, so Lynn
let her tongue deposit some juices, then slid the finger in.  I was wriggling in
ecstasy as she slide in and out of my holes, sucking my clit with her tongue. 
Suddenly I saw Lynn's own pussy was within reach as she sat next to me, her feet
toward the foot of the bed, and I slid my hand to her crotch and insert a  finger
into her. She accepted the intrusion willingly, raising her knee to give me more
room.  I was nearing an orgasm now, my vagina contracting ever tighter as Lynn's
tongue and fingers invaded me again and again.  She was sucking my clit now as
she began pumping my asshole rapidly with her finger-tip.  I rammed two fingers
fully up her cunt as I screamed in orgasmic pleasure, squeezing her pussy in my
hand. Lynn moaned in response, pushing another finger into my contracting hole,
back and forth she forced them, like a big cock.  She pressed her fingers in my
pussy against the finger in my ass in unison with my contractions, rocking my
senses.  I don't know how long she kept me on the peek of orgasm, but it seemed
several minutes, a lifetime perhaps.  Never had I experienced anything like it.
Then I felt Lynn's pussy contract on my fingers as I rubbed the length of her
clit up and down. I was sweating, my muscles ached, my come juices were all over
my crotch as Lynn lapped at me in abandon.  As my pussy's pulsing subsided, Lynn
slung my legs around so I could lay flat across the bed, then her face fell to
mine and she softly kissed me all over, my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, then slid
her tongue into my mouth, then out, then in again, allowing me to taste what she
was tasting.  I pulled her to me, capturing her tongue in my lips and sucking it
in.  We kissed wildly for several more minutes, totally lost in the moment. 
Gradually our passion subsided, and our kissing became softer, gentler.  Still we
held each other close, a touch here, a kiss there, our bodies and minds in
unison.

After awhile, we began to regain a sense of reality, to realize how lost in our
passion we had been.  Knowing this couldn't be the last time we met like this,
knowing we'd need each other again.