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Sarah Pt. 01

By: jacquioh2



[My dear friend writes stories as Pixie2001. She is my inspiration for this story and contributed some of the memories and ideas. I'll never forget her kindness.]

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Meeting in Lucerne

This is a love story. It has convinced me after years of personal denial that Dr. Kinsey was right; we are not made all one thing or all another. Each of us is part heterosexual and each has a part that is capable of loving another woman. 

The thought had never crossed my mind until I met Sarah. For Sarah was perfect. A mother would see her as the perfect daughter; a husband would see the perfect wife; a teacher would see her as a perfect student. And I, ... I would come to see her as a perfect lover.

I did not plan it, not at any time was it planned. Unless, .. .. unless there is something in the subconscious mind which plans ahead for you. But, I am far ahead of my story. To understand, we must start much earlier. It began in Lucerne, actually. My husband and I and our two children lived there for a two-year assignment for an international chemical company. 

We were early, and the waiter led us to a table for eight at the back of the sumptuous restaurant amidst a sea of crisp white table cloths and crystal glassware. The walls were paneled in rich, solid, handcrafted hardwood with huge mirrors to reflect the elegance. Tasteful oil paintings in ornate gold frames graced the room.

As the hosts, Stephen and I took seats at the head and the foot of the table and I mentally organized the table in my mind. I would put the visiting American couple in the middle of the table, the local plant manager and his wife next to me and the Chief Financial Officer and his wife on the other side of the Americans.

Dinner at Eight

The others soon arrived in a group. I knew all the locals and their wives, of course, and then the two young Americans were introduced. He was tall and strikingly attractive. He held my hand while we were introduced and his eyes flashed in that exuberant American way of young men who know just how to meet and charm company wives. He turned and presented his wife.

"And this is my wife, Sarah, if I can get her away from Bernhardt." He laughed good-naturedly and his pretty young wife turned and looked at me with a slightly bashful smile and wonderfully haunting eyes framed by soft brown hair loosely draped close to her face. 

"Sarah, we are so pleased to have you visit Lucerne. Please, we want you right in the middle, over here."

Her soft full lips turned up in a bright smile as she said. "I'm so pleased to meet you, my friend Mary Ann met you last year and has told me so much about you."

"Oh, yes, Mary Ann, ... ... Morgan, isn't it? A sweet girl. We had such fun together."

"Mergen, yes that's her. You were very kind to her," she corrected.

She took her seat and held my eyes a little longer, seeing me as an American oasis in a sea of other languages. I knew exactly how she felt and how baffling it was at first.

Dinner and wine were both splendid and the conversation lively with a lot of laughs. Everyone spoke English and the good talk and laughing about shared experiences in the company flowed even better than the wine.

Heidi and Kurt, seated closest to me, were good dinner companions, but each time they were engaged with others, my eyes crept back to the beautiful girl I had just met.

Sarah was vivacious, and shared her warm smile with one and all. But still, I thought that each time my eyes turned to her, that she had just finished looking at me, and turned courteously to someone else. I didn't know why I seemed unable to keep my eyes off her. She looked beautiful in front of the large painting of a young cavalry officer. His blue uniform made a perfect frame for the girl's bright orange dress.

And the orange dress was incredibly complementary to the smooth suntanned skin of Sarah's shoulders and face. It made her eyes and hair just leap out at you, too. I caught myself staring at the perfect curves of the tops of her breasts above the frock. Tiny little straps supported the dress, emphasizing the smooth inviting curve up to her shoulders. I wrenched my eyes away before anyone caught me staring in awe at the luscious breasts so natural that she may not have been wearing a bra. She couldn't have been more than 5 feet 2" or 3. While she was slim, she also had a rounded look that made her a devastatingly good-looking woman. Her breasts were just right, large for her frame, definitely not small.

"I'm sorry, Kurt, what was it you said."

'Stunning isn't she?" he said quietly, leaning close to my ear. Kurt is a dear friend and we laughed about my being distracted.

"I was just thinking the same thing, Kurt." I admitted returning his smile. His gentle touch on my arm made me comfortable that he meant no ill for having caught me staring at our pretty guest. "What is it they say about youth?"

He rolled his eyes and smiled his agreement.

Sarah was leaning toward the man on her left, listening to his story, but her eyes were on me again, looking up through long lashes. I smiled at her. That's the thing about Sarah, she makes me smile.

The Spa

"Mrs. Simmons, you must come with us to the Spa tomorrow. It's our regular day, Jackie and I go once a week," Heidi said, leaning forward.

'Oh, I don't know much about that. Maybe I shouldn't intrude. I don't want to be a bother... ... .." Sarah replied, a hint of concern in her eyes.

"Yes, you really must, Sarah. We'll take good care of you. It's really wonderful. Jeff, tell her she must come with us! She has time, right?" I appealed to her husband for support. He looked non-plussed and shrugged in her direction.

There was really no escaping and she agreed reluctantly.

And so, the next day found me asking for her at the desk of the hotel. My heels clicked across the marble floor of the lobby to wait by the elevator. Sarah appeared almost immediately looking smart in a very short skirt that brushed across the top of her thighs.

She strode toward me and we pressed our cheeks together and hugged briefly before hurrying out the door.

She swung her tanned legs into the car and I leaned across to help with the stubborn door. The sunlight gave her legs a golden glow and I wondered how she kept from putting on a panty show for the boys in that tiny skirt. I smiled happily that she had the chutzpah to carry it off. And of course with legs like that who cares.

"Sarah, I just want to fill you in on the Spa. It will be a bit different for you."

"Yes, Jeff warned me that it's nude. Right? Is it ALL nude?"

"Well pretty much, yes. But everyone is nude, so you get used to it. It's really quite pleasant after you get over your American nerves. OK? Besides, you're going to be the best looking person there!" I slapped her thigh playfully, then thought I shouldn't have done that.

"Oh, sorry!" I blurted.

She smiled at my discomfort and laughed.

We parked the car and found our way to the locker room of a Spa in the lower floor of a hotel. I picked up towels and robes for both of us and lead the way into the locker room. Looking into the open door of the shower, we could see two women and a man casually showering and talking together tiled, open area with half a dozen shower heads. I looked over my shoulder and shrugged at her big wide open eyes.

"Different, eh?"

"Different!" she said. "I think I'm going to like it!" she giggled and nudged me in the ribs.

Heidi was standing between the rows of lockers in just her panties and greeted us with a hug and a brush of cheeks. It was a little awkward with her in her panties, but that's the way she is. It's wonderful that she is completely and totally natural any time you see her.

"I'll go see if I can find us some chaises." She slipped into her robe and then took her panties off and stuffed them into the locker shelf.

We found a locker to share and I unbuttoned my blouse and hung it up. I followed with my skirt and stood unclasping my bra. Turning, I saw that she had not moved. I left my bra hanging from my shoulders and reached to unbutton her blouse with a quiet giggle.

"You are going to enjoy it; I promise." 

My fingers brushed the opulent curves of her breasts as I continued unbuttoning her blouse. 

"OK?" I said, looking up.

We stood looking into each others' eyes, both smiling. Slowly, she stripped off the blouse and I hung it up for her while she slipped her short skirt down her long legs. She stood looking beautiful in panties and a French cut bra that made her breasts look splendid.

She unsnapped the bra and her breasts slumped only a little bit. Just enough to give a lovely under curve swooping away from crisply delineated brown areoles capped with nipples like cone-shaped candy kisses from Hershey.

"Here goes nothing!" she murmured, her hands poised inside the sides of her panties. She pushed them down over her hips, stepped out of them and tucked them into the locker. 

We stood naked facing each other. I slipped into my robe and held hers for her. Mine hung still loose and open, framing the rather large forest of dark brown hair at my mound. My 36C plus breasts have the natural shape of a forty year old.

"You look beautiful!" she said, her eyes having reached to the triangle at the tops of my thighs.

"You're being kind, but, ... .. thank you!" I said sincerely.

"And you, my dear, look absolutely beautiful!" I exclaimed, and then held the robe for her to slip into. I noticed the pert, trim tuft of black hair on her prominent mound. The curly patch veiled a neat little slit promising full lips swooping back to the shapely buns of her bottom. I could not remember looking at a woman before with so much attention to detail. 

One finger traced self consciously over a barely visible light brown birthmark just under her left hip bone. (See what I mean about attention to detail? It's a character flaw.)

I touched it with the tip of my finger. "Pretty little beauty mark!"

She wrinkled her nose at me and turned to step into the robe I held for her.

I regretted pointing it out and tried to recover. 

"You know, your beauty spot is just the size and color of a famous 50 Franc coin here. It was made for the 2003 Alpine Ski Championships. I had in pierced to hang on a gold chain, but I never used it that way. Now when someone asks about your mark you will tell them it's your 50 Franc Piece. And the tell them a naked lady gave it to you as gift! I myself have no such story to tell about it, so it is silly to wear it! "

I dug into my purse and slipped the gold coin and chain around her neck. It rested nicely above her cleavage.

"Perfect!"

"Oh, you mustn't! Really! I do love it, though. I may never go home, you know?" 

I pulled the robe closed around her and suggested we leave.

"There you are, nice and snug?" I said reassuringly. "We're off!"

Heidi was waiting for us with three chaise lounges in a row.

Sarah got comfortable a lot faster than I had when I first came here. Before I realized it, she was up from the chaise and striding toward the pool, bottom jiggling prettily and boobs nicely curved beneath nipples betraying the excitement she was feeling and trying to hide.

A lot of jaded eyes which took pride pretending not to notice everyone was naked swung along the top of their magazines to watch her cute figure bounce past.

She cut an arc through the air and sliced into the pool with hardly a splash, then began doing laps as the eyes returned to hide behind their magazines.

I slipped off my robe and stepped cautiously into the hottest hot tub I had ever been in. I could almost feel my skin turning red as I lowered myself slowly through the steam.

Shopping

We came out into the fresh autumn afternoon feeling wonderful the way only a massage and steeping in incredibly hot baths can make you feel.

"I feel limp!" she said, "and wonderful!"

"Isn't it an amazing feeling? Heidi and I do it every week."

"Sometimes twice," Heidi chimed in with a smile. We stood for a moment together in the sun, and then said goodbye to Heidi and hurried off to my car a block away.

"My husband demands that I buy some sexy European underwear before we leave." she said, an embarrassed little smile crossing her lips.

"I know the perfect place. And I know just the kind of husband - same mold as my David. But aren't they wonderful?"

We laughed and joked as I made my way across town through the busy traffic and found a carpark near my favorite lingerie shop.

The sales lady was very helpful. She was an older woman who knows her business and understood the situation immediately. She began laying wonderful lacy garments in front of us and then standing in the doorway of the fitting room as Sarah tried on bra after beautiful bra.

Bra shopping is one of those hateful chores, finding just the right fit and something pretty at the same time. But doing it with a friend is sometimes much better. 

I realized at that moment that we had become friends, Sarah and I, as she asked my advice and turned one way and the other to give me a good view.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" I called. "You have to have this one!"

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed and hurried to loose her big breasts from a pretty one whose cups just wouldn't accommodate her anyway.

It was a froth of lace and showed off her all-over tanned body like a beautiful French dessert. The panties were similar. Not a practical thing about it, but the effect was devastating. She could have walked right onto a photo-shoot for Elle Magazine in that. 

"I envy your 'usband, Madame." the sales lady said. "Or your lover! Who can say, after all." She grinned devilishly.

We all laughed together about her comment, but it troubled me that the same thought was on the tip of my tongue.

Looking at the way the white lace let her dark nipples show through, "I could only say, "Honey, you look as good as a French Éclair on one of those lace doilies at the restaurant!" 

"You have to have one of these too! It will look wonderful. Your husband deserves it too, don't you think," She was bubbly and happy with her purchases.

"I don't think I'll look as good as you. I don't think so!" I laughed.

"You must. Do you have one for my friend, too?" she said urgently. How could I resist. Before I knew it, she was pushing me along toward the booth and unbuttoning my blouse. We became like giggling high school girls in the tiny booth.

I reached behind to unclasp my bra and felt my 36C bust release as Sarah slipped her hands along my arms to scoop up the straps. I felt the trace of her fingers barely skimming my nipples as the bra came away in her hands. I felt myself blush and my nipples crisp.

She shook the bra out in front of me and let me slip into the straps, then went behind to fasten it for me. Sarah smoothed her hands along the silky band of the bra and turned me around, her hands barely touching the sides of my breasts. Or perhaps I was imagining it.

"Oh, Jackie, it's pretty. Look how pretty you are!" I stood looking in the mirror, but my eyes were drawn instead to the pretty brown eyes looking over my shoulder. She smoothed the band under my breasts and I loved having her touch my breasts. 

"He'll love it. And you too!" she added. 

"You said the magic word! I'll take it! But not the thong, I'll take the full panty." I said to the knowing sales lady.

"No, no, at least take the bikini,.. ... or the hipster! Or one of each?" Sarah burbled. 

Just briefly, she put her hands under my breasts and lifted gently. 

"Gosh you're big!" Her face crinkled with a confident smile.

We said a reluctant goodbye on the steps of the hotel. And I gave her a small gold box of Swiss Chocolates for her trip home.

There were happy tears as we embraced one last time. And she turned and swung through the revolving door carefully tucking her packages close to her body. Her skirt, rucked up by one of the packages, let her taut yellow panties over that lovely little bottom wink at me.

I slipped the car into gear and said to myself, "Yellow, yellow is your color, kid!" 

It was a fun shopping trip and it would be the last time I would see my new friend for more than a year. 

Friends

I thought back to that pleasant meeting over the next few months. Occasionally Steve would come home and mention talking to Jeff and say that Sarah said 'hello.'

"Oh, that's nice of her. I really like her. Do you think they'll ever cross paths with us again?" I said.

"Oh, no doubt they will. Don't know when, but you know how they keep us on the move. I'll see Jeff pretty often at meetings." 

He went back to his paper, but I found myself staring out the window into the darkness and thinking of Sarah's haunting brown eyes and her bright laugh. I suddenly realized that my reminiscence had gone further. From her eyes, I had relived the sight of Sarah's breasts undressing together in that locker room; the smell of the spa and the sound of showers in the background and slamming of locker doors returned to my ears. And my eyes, .. .. my eyes drifted down to her firm, prominent mound with its cute little tuft of hair hiding that neat looking slit between her legs. I remember watching as she slipped into that lacy French bra and how the cups had seemed molded just for the shape of those wonderful breasts and .... ... I shook my self and looked guiltily over at Steve. What a strange daydream, I thought.

It must have been prophetic because the very next morning, out of the blue, I found an email from Sarah. It was tentative in tone, thanking me for the day at the spa and "that wonderful shopping trip!" Again, my mind's eye conjured a picture of her bright red sweetheart lips breaking in a smile as she shrugged her arms into the lacy bra and settled her breasts into its clinging lacy cups. My vision was strangely detailed and I couldn't imagine why the entire day came flooding back as I read her brief note.

"Do you remember how I practically forced you to buy the same set? I was so pushy I think I even fastened it on you, to make you take it! I apologize for being so pushy. However, Jeff goes wild every time I put mine on and Jeff and Steve have talked about those bras, so I know you have attracted a lot of attention. So maybe it wasn't such a bad Idea."

It was true, though I didn't know it had been discussed by the boys. I stopped and enjoyed the thought of it.

"Life has gone back to ordinary here after my adventure with you. Go to the grocery store. Come back and check my e-mail. Do laundry. See if anyone is chatting online. Pick up the cleaning. Work on an outline for a story. Really kind of weird, I guess. It makes me wonder what the women I see buying groceries at Wal-Mart are really thinking beneath their "normal" exteriors. I think it's really fascinating to ponder that. It seems that we all lead fairly normal lives, while at the same time, carrying around all this sexual energy. Makes you wonder why we don't explode sometimes."

That was the end of her note and I reread the last lines quizzically. The sexual energy was certainly true, but I hadn't thought of Sarah feeling it too. Or was it just an accidental reference? Maybe it was not even referring to our shopping trip. I printed it out and clamped it between my lips as I toted a basket of laundry upstairs.

As I folded things away in my panty drawer, I took out the lace bra and on a silly whim, stripped off my clothes and cupped the lacy bra over my breasts and stood grinning guiltily into the mirror with my arms craned behind my back for the clasps. I leaned forward to let my breasts settle into the cups and my mind flew back to the way Sarah's pretty breasts had looked. I pulled the lacy panties up over my hips and imagined Sarah in her thong style and how she had argued for me getting "at least" the bikini. 


Sarah Pt. 01



I lay down on the bed, propped the email against my pillow and let my mind flood with memories of that single day in Lucerne. I slipped my hand under my stomach and into my panties. I fondled the thick forest on my mound as I read. I realized that my fingers had found my slit very wet and I closed my eyes and let the feeling flow as my finger gently manipulated my clitoris. My whole body began to feel good and became very sensitive. I could feel the sensuous pleasure of the satin duvet and wriggled around against it as my finger slipped into my vagina. 

Gently at first, my hips moved in tiny circles against my hand cupping my furry mound and centering on the two fingers swirling deep into the dark, moist haven between my legs. I pressed tight against my clitoris as the fingers danced a beckoning motion inside my love tunnel. Every nerve in my body seemed focused on worshipping my pussy as I fondled it and thought of my friend Sarah. It was the first time that I admitted my affection for Sarah had a sexual aspect to it. And I didn't know quite what to make of such an idea.

It was half an hour before I replied to Sarah's email, thanking her for thinking to write. I thought carefully before finishing it with tongue in cheek. 

"Yes, I think I know what you mean about sexual tension being everywhere. We'll certainly have to keep from exploding!!" 

Sharing

We became occasional email correspondents. An email would arrive from Sarah every two weeks or so. Sometimes just a note; sometimes a long newsy chat about her life and, more and more frequently, her thoughts and questions about life.

Over the months we shared our own intimate thoughts, insecurities and problems, just like best friends living next door. She told me her symptoms in one letter and I hurried to tell her it sounded like a yeast infection and hustled her off to her doctor. I commiserated with her discomfort and told her what it was like when I had one. 

"What causes it?" she asked in a reply. I could sense the concern in her question.

I grinned as I typed:

"Usually excessively forceful sex!!!!!" I replied, adding a smiley face and a giggle to the Email.

Then one day, she said she was gathering experiences for a story she might write. "I'm asking friends the story of their first sexual memories." She continued to tell me about hers with a female cousin in those wondrous, scary explorative years. I had never told anyone about mine, but it paralleled Sarah's and I found it easy to relate my own first surprising orgasm and the astonishing way it made me feel.

"I've never told anyone, Sarah, but I kind of like telling you:

My earliest experience was similar except more accidental than yours.

It was one of those lovely, warm summer evenings in Kansas and a large group of neighborhood friends were out after dark. We were playing those kid games like tag or statues, things like that. There were lightning bugs everywhere and cicadas chirping in the background. I was tackled by a girl who was a couple years older and we lay giggling on the ground, her on top. We continued tickling each other and wrestling around until her leg was between mine and mine hers. It felt comfortable and warm. I felt her moving against my mound and then a warmth that I hadn't experienced before, centered between my legs. I found myself moving in response to her snuggling little moves. I did not know what was happening, but it felt lovely and I parted my legs a little and enjoyed the way Janet humped against me.

Janet put my hands on her breasts, like it was something funny to do, more than anything sexual. We both got awfully quiet and I lay there puzzling over the nice warm feeling along with some tingling going on between my legs. Finally someone came close and she rolled off me. My head was spinning a little and I had that warm glow for the longest time. I thought about it all the way home and then explored myself when I got into bed. I felt the beginning tension and then tingling just between my legs until my nipples began to feel funny and a slow shudder coursed though my body. It was a mystery and remained so.

Another time the summer before college, I visited my cousin for a weekend. Jennie was my age, but a little more advanced, so I could bring the up the question of this strange feeling when we were in bed. Jennie laughed and suggested we take off our nighties and sleep just in our panties. It was the most delicious feeling I had ever had to feel her naked skin against mine as we pressed between each other's legs. 

One thing that has occurred to me is that masturbation has the advantage that you don't have to be concerned with what the other person is doing. That simplifies sex a little bit. :-) I still enjoy it regularly. 

Thanks for the neat letter."

Email

And so by long distance, our friendship continued and grew. I looked forward to her cheerful letters and eagerly responded with mine.

It came time for us to move back to the USA and we bid a fond farewell to Lucerne. No matter how long you stay away, it is still true that there is no place like home. While we were sad to leave, we were eager to be back home. This time we would be living in Michigan. We would have a few weeks for a longish vacation and then the inevitable trouble of meeting our furniture again and moving into a new house.

As we were packing up in Lucerne, an Email arrived from Jeff asking if we would like to join them on some kind of houseboat trip at some big lake in Utah. I had only heard vaguely of houseboating, but thought a week or two on a lake sounded appealing. Besides, I looked forward to getting better acquainted with Sarah and Jeff. Meeting them in Utah sounded wonderful and Jeff and Steve made the arrangements.

"I'll need to get my fishing gear out of storage!" he bustled eagerly.

Reunion

A month later we met at the airport in Phoenix and drove to Page where we would go aboard a houseboat about 50 feet long and begin our adventure. Sarah and I jabbered happily all through the drive as the men planned their assault on the fish in the front seat.

On board, Sarah and I went up to the top deck while Steve and Jeff were instructed on how to take care of the boat. It was hot in the desert of course, but we were sitting on folding chairs under an awning, so our talk continued excitedly. After a few minutes, Sarah clasped my hand and squeezed.

"I'm so happy you agreed to come!"

"Listen, this was the most welcome invitation I've ever had! And I'm delighted to have some time with you!" We smiled into each others eyes and once again I was struck by the soft brown eyes surrounded with a cascade of brown hair that was almost shoulder length and looked like silk.

I relaxed my grip, but she squeezed my hand again and held it, swinging between the chairs.

"I mean, I'm really happy to be with you!" she said warmly.

The Lake

Two engines rumbled quietly to life and the boat lurched slightly backwards, then slowly turned and pointed out into the lake. Amid a lot of conversation and shouting back and forth we were adrift and we looked down on Steve at the bow gesturing to Jeff, who must have been our pilot, as the boat smoothly picked up speed and headed out. The air movement immediately made the temperature more comfortable.

We went below and began locating things in the kitchen and bedrooms. There were two master bedrooms each with a large bed and lots of windows, so each of us moved into one and then we began preparing a simple dinner. 

Lake Powel is a large lake backed up into the canyons of the Colorado River and so the landscape is like being on a barren planet. The canyon walls are bare shades of brown and gold rock eroded for centuries to form beautiful jagged landscape.

We were warned that the sun went down early and abruptly because of the canyon walls and so we were hurrying to our first campground. The Guys pored over the map and selected one of the recommended anchoring points. This first site had a little bit of beach and so we grounded the boat and set anchors for safety. Dinner of grilled hamburgers was ready just in time for the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen.

We went ashore with blankets and built a small fire; we were soon happily sitting folded in our husbands arms staring off into the rapidly disappearing sun. The sky went from deep gold to black as if a current were dropped and we were afloat in a sea of stars we had never seen before because there were no city lights to blank them out.

Steve's hand cupped my breast and I nuzzled against his neck and purred contentedly. Drinks were made on board and brought out and we eased into a comfortable routine. Before long, I murmured, "this lake air is making me sleepy." We were soon packing up and dousing the fire. Lights-out came quickly as we went off to our rooms.

Later, Steve woke me to feel the movement of the boat. 

"What is that?" I asked sleepily.

"Them!" he laughed. 

I craned my head out from under the blanket. Sure enough, Sarah and Jeff's activities could be felt as a steady vibration in the boat. I giggled a little and thought about the handsome couple fucking happily in the next room, oblivious to the telltale waves they were making. It brought a smile to my face and I turned toward my eagerly waiting husband.

"How long have you been listening? You dirty old man!"

He moved forward and I felt his hard cock bump my mound. A thrill ripped through my nipples. 

"Not long." he said innocently.

"Liar!" I giggled. 

I put my hand around his cock and pretended to drag him toward me. Both his hands came under my nightie and squeezed my breasts as my nipples jumped into life. 

I lead the head of his cock between my legs and purred in his ears as it nuzzled under my mound against satin panties. 

"Ohhhh," he groaned and pushed harder against my pussy. I kept my fingers circling his cock and we listened to the sounds of Sarah and Jeff moaning happily in each others' embrace. The pace and sound level got even higher and more intense.

"Shhhhh! Honey!" I heard Sarah caution the excited 'animal' humping between her legs. But the sexily urgent sounds of thumping increased and increased until finally there was silence.

Steve grasped eagerly at my panties and I felt them rip slightly as he struggled to get them down my legs.

"Shhhh," I begged. But it was almost as it it were one of those macho thing to outdo the first couple. He flung the panties across the room against the wall and I quickly unsnapped my bra and tucked it under my pillow. As he opened my legs and pressed his tongue into my wet pussy, I was tense with the knowledge that they would be listening to the sounds of us fucking wildly and increasing the lapping waves under the boat as it set in the absolutely smooth lake. It was funny I guess, but I was too tense to enjoy his noisy tasting and licking of my pussy. Quickly he had enough of my flavorful juices and his cock was bumping desperately against my pussy lips searching for entry. I grasped it and slipped it up and down my moist slit and then centered it for him. He lunged quickly into me and I felt the hairy bush at the base of his cock mingle with mine in a wet reunion.

Slowly I relaxed and decided not to worry about Sarah hearing us. I relaxed and spread my legs for him as he poised over me supported on his hands. I found his little nipples with my fingers and squeezed tightly as his cock filled me and began playing in my vagina. I put one hand between us and found my clitoris and rubbed it along with fondling the slippery sliding cock as it plunged deep and then withdrew wet with love juices.

I moved my hips to meet him and the bed springs complained loudly under out thrusting, fucking bodies. Again and again he thrust it into my welcoming pussy. I began shuddering under him and felt my orgasm begin. Little ones at first and then bigger waves of pleasure flowed over my pussy and breasts. I put one hand on his waist caressing and guiding his urgent fucking. My orgasms were not huge but they were nicely satisfying.

"Cum, honey, cum in me!" I whispered. "You are so BIG!" I said quietly in his ear. "You're stretching me!" I murmured and felt him tense and then go rigid with pleasure as he shot spurt after spurt of his sperm deep, deep into my vagina. His weight felt good on top of me when he collapsed, drained and satisfied. 

We lay there with his cock slowly relaxing inside my snug but wet pussy. I felt very good, lying there and soothing my exhausted lover by smoothing my hand up and down his back and his tight ass. I tickled across the crease in his body and toyed with his sweat moistened body hair.

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The Boat

"Good morning!" she said brightly.

I turned from the stove and greeted Sarah in her bright pink little bikini suit. 

"Good Morning, Sarah! Ready for a swim, I see!"

"Oh that sounds good. What can I help with?" she stood next to me and her arm slipped around my waist.

"You can do the eggs, how's that?"

She whispered in my ear, "Did we make too much noise last night? Did we wake you?"

"No and Yes," I giggled. "It's OK, though, we enjoyed it and it made my husband a little on the wild side." 

She still looked a little sheepish. "I heard you, too, so I guess it's just part of the charm of boating." She pressed a little kiss against my cheek.

We had breakfast with two very satisfied and relaxed-looking husbands and they eventually had us launched and headed on our voyage once again. We explored the lake a bit, trying a couple of canyons. The time flies by and before we knew it, it was time to tie up. We beached the big boat bow first against a tiny beach that was overlooked by a shallow cave a few yards up the wall of the canyon.

Sarah and I climbed up and had a few minutes alone in the wide mouth little alcove and watched our husbands fiddling with the boat and lighting the grill over the side of the boat. We opened wine and shared two bottles as the sun was shut off and the stars appeared like diamonds in the space between the walls. Again a fire warmed us in the cool desert night air until we were pleasantly soothed by the wine and ready for early bed once again.

"Why don't we sleep on the top deck, in the open?" Jeff suggested. It sounded brilliant and we got blankets and climbed the ladder and spread them on the roof. We had a nightcap of brandy sitting in our beds and staring romantically at the stars. Conversation was hushed and wandered quietly over the events of the day until we fell asleep one by one.

"Is Steve asleep? she whispered. We laughed together that he had dropped out of the conversation, but Jeff was soon to follow and then Sarah. I was left staring at Sarah's sleeping face next to me until I contentedly drifted off to sleep.

Very early in the morning something woke me. It was still dark, but the moon was bright now and cast an early gray light in our little canyon. I slowly opened my eyes and looked more closely. In the moonlight, I I saw her eyes. As my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see that it WAS her eyes. Those dark soulful eyes that had been burned in my memory from the first time we met. We lay looking into each others' eyes for what seemed minutes.

She had her hands balled up and pressed up under her chin. I could see her moisten her soft full lips and the moonlight modeled her high cheekbones gracefully. I smiled in the darkness, and pushed her hands down so I could see her face better. Instead she caught my hand and held it, smiling back at me.

Slowly, she pulled my hand lower and clutched it between breasts so soft yet firm that it took my breath away. I decided it didn't bother me and relaxed my hand between her breasts as she gently fondled my hand against her body. It was really very pleasant lying like that. It felt softly naughty lying between our sleeping husbands as my hand opened and became a lover's caress. I held my breath, but she only smiled. We said nothing hoping to let the men sleep on while we enjoyed this tender moment.

Sarah struggled a moment without disturbing anyone else and pulled her t-shirt up and replaced my hand underneath it on her breast. She seemed to sigh silently with pleasure. Again we lay quietly, each thinking our own thoughts. 

I raised my own nightie for her and then put both my hands on her lovely breasts and felt her nipples probe my palms. Her hands found mine and cupped under my heavier breasts as if she were examining them with awe.

Gentle fondling, soothing stokes made our pleasure exquisite. She glanced up at the stars and we lost ourselves in them for a few moments, still caressing each other. No one, I thought, had ever treated my breasts so tenderly nor made them glow with pleasure.

Finally, I saw her move her lips toward me, perhaps because I was staring at them, wishing for them to come to me. It was just a tentative movement, but I mirrored it and leaned closer, still trying desperately not to disturb the men. 

Our lips met and I moved mine to nibble against hers. She still had some lipstick on and the sweet taste made me flick my tongue over my lips to taste it. Her lips parted and her tongue touched mine. It was a lightening stroke like your very first French kiss and I didn't want it to end. I hurried forward and pressed my tongue between those luscious lips and felt her close on my tongue and suck me gently.

A flood of shudders emanating from the kiss flowed down over my breasts and deep between my legs. We parted a bit and I breathed her breath sweet from between those lovely lips. We stayed that way sucking each others' breath and breathing quietly. The light snores of our husbands continued.

She moved closer and her hand touched the soft cushiony hair over my mound and all my sex nerve endings leapt with joy. I was trembling and so was Sarah. We grinned like conspirators as I moved one hand over the round globe and slipped down between her tits, then along over the pouting little tummy, smooth and soft. I found the little tuft of hair and pressed my long fingers against her curls until just the tip of my middle finger touched the fold that marked the start of her pussy slit. It was thrilling.

Sarah pressed close, trying to avoid moving too much.

"What?" Steve groaned slightly.

"Nothing!" I whispered, "don't' wake them!" 

His breathing returned to an even hum and became heavier.

We smiled at our success and I felt the little tuft of her mound press against mine and her breasts nuzzle my own. Very carefully, I put my hand around her and pressed my hand over the crease between her firm little bottom; pressing our pussies together. Sarah's hand was on my hip, caressing me lightly while our nipples strained tightly against each other.

"Ohhh!" I heard her moan. 

Her kiss on the slope of my breast was lovely and then when she sucked my nipple a little, I was afraid I would moan out loud. Stifling it, I urged my nipple into her mouth. There was no way I could nibble hers without a lot of movement that would have wakened the men. Tensely but full of pleasure we allowed our tender caresses to continue. I was wet between my legs and my groin tingled with anticipation.

I slipped my hand between her legs and felt the moisture forming a little pool under the thin strap of the thong she was wearing. Because it was so tiny, I could feel the soft folds of Sarah's pussy lips on my fingers. I slipped one and then two in to feel her moist wonderfully soft tunnel. I had never explored another woman's pussy before and touching Sarah thrilled me.

Sarah looked wide eyed at me for a moment, then put her lips back on my nipple and sucked hard as my fingers played inside her vagina. I found the firm little bump and gently beckoned my fingers over it. She tensed and tightened her legs on my invading hand. Her lips suckled me more gently making my breast wet all over the globe. Her hips moved involuntarily a little thrust but I held her still to quiet her. Again I soothed her G-spot and felt my hands getting wetter and wetter with the creamy flow of her pussy. The soft lips were moist and lay under my hand full and beautiful. Sarah tensed again and her face contorted trying to stay quiet. But her shuddering body could not be denied, as an orgasm swept under my hand. Both men were moving restlessly beside us and we lay quiet and still, looking into each others eyes in the gathering light of sunrise.




Sarah Pt. 01



To be continued...



Sarah Pt. 02



[My dear friend writes stories as Pixie2001. She is my inspiration for this story and contributed some of the memories and ideas. I'll never forget her kindness.]

[ Reprise of Part One – If you haven't read Part One, here is the beginning of that part: "This is a love story. It has convinced me after years of personal denial that Dr. Kinsey was right; we are not made all one thing or all another. Each of us is part heterosexual and each has a part that is capable of loving another woman. 

The thought had never crossed my mind until I met Sarah. For Sarah was perfect. A mother would see her as the perfect daughter; a husband would see the perfect wife; a teacher would see her as a perfect student. And I, ... I would come to see her as a perfect lover."] 

Part 2: Exploring

Each of us took a turn at the wheel of the boat. It stood before a wide bench inside at the front of the cabin. I was standing at the large wheel doing my turn steering up the lake. Sarah was sunning on the deck at the very front of the boat.  

Jeff and Steve were sitting on the deck drinking beer and laughing uproarishly at each other's stories, and I'm sure gazing with pleasure over the well oiled and tanned body lying before them. The sun was baking them and each had taken his shirt off and they were leaning back in their chairs like they owned the world. 

"Wow, that sun will cook you." Sarah came inside and sat beside me on the bench seat. She leaned against the back with her feet up on the window sill.

"Shall I do you toenails later?" I said, smiling down at her.

"Ohhhh, yes, .. please! I love the color of yours." Sarah replied.

I jumped at first. Then realizing it was Sarah's hand and not some varmint, I relaxed and pretended nothing was happening. Her hand slipped up under my shorts on the inside of my leg. It made my hands tremble with excitement and pleasure.

Jeff leapt up and headed for the refrigerator for beer, and she jerked her hand away. 

"Steady as she goes, ladies, steady as she goes!" he said as he marched past with two more beers.

"Aye!" Captain," I said. and stood stiffly at attention. And he banged through the door and back onto the foredeck.

Her hand touched me lightly and slipped along my thigh until her fingers tickled very lightly against my panties. She traced along the leg band, just idly tracing it with her fingertips. I parted my legs a little more and gazed out over the bow.

"It was beautiful." she said very quietly.

"Yes." I murmured. We hadn't had a moment together since last night, and she was stealing a few moments to tell me.

"I don't recall a nicer,... a nicer orgasm." She sighed.

"I've never enjoyed giving anyone pleasure more than that moment." I looked into her eyes and smiled as if I was talking about something completely mundane, even making a gesture with my hand to conceal our true conversation. 

Her fingers touched the folds of my pussy through my panties and I'm sure she felt me tremble.

"I am so sorry."

"What? About what?" I asked, a frown touching my forehead.

"That we couldn't ... make you ..."

"You made up for it. Really. It was so lovely,.... I couldn't ask for more, .... every touch, .... ...." I waited a moment concealing the conversation again. "Do you understand? Every second was, .. .... precious."

"Good, me too. I do understand then." She sighed and slipped her finger past the tight leg of my panties.

"Would you take the wheel a moment?"

She looked startled, but yanked her hand out of my panties quickly and took the wheel.

"I just need a minute." I said and touched her shoulder as I passed her.

Quickly I slipped into our bedroom and stripped off my shorts and panties and put on a little wrap around skirt and took the wheel again.

Her hand slipped under the loose skirt and found me bare. Sarah gasped and I felt her hand tremble between my legs. She clutched my thigh for a moment and then slipped higher along my thigh and her fingertips touched my moist lips and seemed to flutter just a moment then trail along my slit, very gently exploring.

"Ohhh, .... thank you." she whispered

"I want you to, ... really feel ... every bit of me, Sarah." I whispered hoarsely.

I wasn't sure just how long I could bear the stimulation of her hand before my knees collapsed. But I loved her loving touch. She continued exploring and we tried to make conversation. Her fingers soothed the hair of my mound and her thumb slipped deep between my wet lips. I pushed against her a little bit and she slipped her thumb into my vagina. Her leg pressed against mine trying to increase our contact. My vagina swallowed her thumb and the web between her thumb and forefinger made love to my clitoris. My heart was pounding.

"So soft." she murmured. "So pretty touching you like this."

"Mmmmmm." I answered. I didn't fully understand why this was so thrilling nor why I was loving a woman for the first time in my life, but I knew that I wanted these moments very much and I felt like I was melting with emotion as she played in my wet slit.

She leaned forward when the men turned to look at something and pretended great interest. It was Steve's turn for the beer run and he banged through the screen door. Again her hand snapped to her side.

"Want me to take it for awhile?" he said cheerily.

"No!" I said almost too quickly. ' .. ..It's too hot in the sun right now anyway. Better put on some lotion, honey." 

"I'll bring some out." Sarah said. And she got up. I felt desolated for a moment then came to my senses.

I watched the little jiggle of her breasts as she rubbed oil onto Steve and then Jeff and then fended off their offers to rub oil all over her beautiful tan. I smiled at their pleasure and understood.

When she came back she looped her arm around me and nuzzled my cheek, knowing that a small show of affection like that would not be taken wrong by the guys. Her hand trailed down over my bottom and then she sat down once again. Her hand slipped under my skirt and coursed lightly across the twin buns of my bottom, one of my favorite erogenous zones.

"Yes! Touch me there,....." I urged.

And so she rubbed so very softly across my bottom that I felt close to cumming just from the joy of her hand soft and gently touching and caressing me.

The boys came in and we stopped to make lunch. It was a lovely boat ride.

We anchored and sat together for lunch and planned the afternoon.

"I'd like to just lie quietly and soak up some sun. I could take off my top if you would, Jackie. How do you feel about that? And is it Ok with you guys if we do that?"

The guys tried to be non-plussed about it, but they were too obvious in their serious looks and shrugging shoulders.

"Why need you ask those two?" I asked. We laughed at their grins and sidelong looks. "I'm fine with it, just like the Spa, right"

"And will you guys be gentlemen and not make a lot of coarse remarks."

"I will simply go into my shell, ... ... and enjoy the view." Steve said.

"I'm with Steve." Jeff joined with a grin. They both looked like the cat who was about to swallow the canary.

And with the waves lapping quietly under the boat, we took off all our clothes and lay nude on the upper deck, Sarah and I.

It was peaceful and the sun was very hot. Jeff's head peered over the top of the ladder with beer for us.

"No clothes on the upper deck!" I said, grinning at him as he handed me the beers." 

"I don't think I can do that right this moment, Jackie. You two are so lovely that I am having a hard time climbing this ladder." 

His eyes kept dropping to my breasts swaying before him as I reached for the welcome beers.

"Besides, we are going to take you into tonight's canyon now and then see if we can catch fish for tonight's din-din!"

Safely in the our canyon for the night, we tied up for the day and the boys dropped their fishing equipment into the dingy and motored off into the shadows of the overhanging canyon wall. We could hear them talking after they shut off the motor, such were the acoustics of the cathedral-like walled canyons We could watch them nearby, as we lay snoozing.

Sarah's hand soothed the small of my back and then moved down to caress my bottom and I did the same to her. I glanced at the guys fishing while I smoothed more lotion on her back and then smoothed more on her bottom, lingering in the deep warm crease with my fingers extended and touching her everywhere.

"Ohhh, Jackie, Mmmmm, what you do to me. I just love your touch."

"I know. Me too. I'm dying to kiss you again. Do you think they would notice?"

She looked toward the dingy and then looked at me. "They are kind of close."

"Shall we do your toes, then?"

She sat up and I reached the polish out of my cosmetic bag.

She sat facing me with one leg extended.

"You're even pretty between your legs, you know that?" I squeezed her toes and buffed them slightly.

She giggled "Oh, stop," she said, "do you want to see me?"

I nodded and smiled at her.

Without any self consciousness, she spread her legs and leaned back.

"Look at me, Jackie, look at my pussy." she whispered.

I paused and looked at her. The hair had been trimmed from between her legs except a little that would not show under the bikinis and thongs she wore. Her mound was like a lush sugar loaf and her pussy lips slim and tapering down between her legs like sleek, long teardrops and I could see the pink tip of her clitoris. I glanced at the boys and touched her, just brushed my knuckles along the thin pink line 

"Pretty, hon." I murmured. "That's where I want to kiss you."

Her voice caught in her throat. "Really?" she said breathlessly. "Ohhh.".

"Thank you." I said and pushed her legs together so I could do her toes. I raised her foot for a moment and kissed her toes, looking down her leg into her pink slit.

I stroked the paint on one toe and held it up for her inspection.

"Oh, what a pretty color. What is it?"

"Estee Lauder" I said pushing the bottle toward her. "JUNGLE RED, for the tiger lady!" 

I concentrated on the next toe, reaching to fill the brush with just the right amount of paint and carefully flooding it onto each nail in turn. Sarah watched intently.

"Can I see you?" she said as I dabbed the bright red on her big toe and smoothed it with the little brush. 

"Yes, ... yes." I said.

Again I looked to see if the boys were occupied and spread my legs wide. I leaned back on my hands with the pretense of letting the paint dry. I combed my fingers through my bushy hair, almost a forest compared to her neatly tended little triangle. She stared long and hard at me and I brought my fingers there and spread my lips apart so that the flamingo pink of my slit glistened and my clitoris stood up in my soft creamy moisture.

"I think you're beautiful too. I'd like to trim it for you sometime. I'm very careful." she grinned.

"OK, that would be fun. I told you I was terribly shaggy."

"No, it's nice. I liked touching it last night."

I took her other foot and surreptitiously kissed her toes. Glancing over to find the boys facing away, I boldly sucked the toe next to her toe. She smiled and closed her eyes at the tiny pleasure. You have the Patrician ruling foot, you know? This toe being the longest. 

I put her foot on my knee and began spreading the scarlet lacquer carefully over the little nails.

And so we teased each other while our men fished for our supper. It was a delightful little interlude, so simple and yet, one of the most sensual things I have ever done.

Dinner Dates

The dinghy clunked against the side of the boat and Jeff climbed on deck with a stringer of glistening fish.

"Look what we did!" he exclaimed. "We deserve a romantic dinner, don't you think?

I started to put on my wrap but Sarah stopped me with a smile. We looked at each other and climbed down the ladder still completely nude. The guys were thrilled with their catch and we awarded them each a kiss from each of us, and went around to the front of the boat for a quick dip in the lake to clean off our oils.

The water was refreshing and we swam out a few feet and then treaded water under the shadow of the boat. As we treaded water our legs bumped and we looked sexy through the crystal clear water. I took hold of a handhold on the side and Sarah swam up to me and put a hand on my shoulder and let her arm lean against my breast. We pressed close and she wrapped her legs around my thigh and pressed her mound against my leg and raised her other leg to press against my pussy. We took a moment for the kiss that we had been longing for.

"Did you notice?" she said.

"Yes, your husband has an erection!" I laughed.

"Oh, I didn't notice him. I was looking at your husband." We giggled together and then climbed aboard and took turns for a quick shower. 

"What will we wear for this fancy dinner?" she called. I stepped into her bedroom and looked at what she had hanging in the little closet.

"Ohhh, Sarah, will you wear this? I held a little frock that was daisy yellow and white in crossing stripes of varying width. Almost a bold argyle. And it buttoned down the front in a very tailored look. It's your color, ...... and I love it!"

"Yes, of course. I like it too. Did you bring yours by any chance?" She held up the bra we had bought for her in Lucerne.

"I did, as a matter of fact. A perfect night for it!" 

"Let's see what you have." she said. She sorted through the little selection clothes and picked the crisp light blue striped dress also buttoned down the front and also a very tailored look. We had similar tastes.

By the time we were ready we would have looked OK in the dining room of the Ritz Carlton.

I fixed a pitcher of Margaritas and Sarah fixed a potato and onion dish that could be cooked in aluminum foil on the grill. We also had fresh corn that could go on the grill.

"You boys need a shower; we look too good to be fishermen's wives." I shouted to them. Jeff came in first and whistled.

"Lordy, lordy, will you look at the two babes they fixed us up with?"

"You'll do," I said and hugged him briefly.

They cleaned up pretty well and we had a table set on the upper deck with candles blowing in the light breeze. Dark had fallen and Steve was ready to cook. The potatoes and corn were already on and he had put the fish into aluminum foil with rings of onions, butter and lemon so that it would steam nice and tender.

As I expedited, Sarah was the star of the show. Her bright yellow and white dress simply leapt out at you and her tan skin glowed with the dress as a background. She had bright yellow beads, a single strand, which draped close to her canyon-like cleavage. The boys were obviously pleased and surprised that we looked so elegant on a camping trip. We clinked our margarita glasses, sipped the salt from the edge of the glasses and exchanged a round of congratulatory kisses.

"Good grief, the woman has so much money she wears it for jewelry!" Steve said staring at the glint of gold coin hanging just in the lovely cleavage of her breasts. "Where on earth did you get a 50 Swiss Franc commemorative for alpine skiing?"

"Oh, a naked lady once gave it to me to distract people from the ugly birthmark. Do you like it."

"Like it, it's worth a few bucks you know, very popular back home! It looks nicer there than I've ever seen it. Where's the birthmark?" he wanted to know.

"Have you not noticed it?"

Stephen looked closely across her face and then smilingly at her breasts. "No, I don't see any defects at all?" he said with a genuine smile.

"Then it has worked!" she exulted and squeezed my hand and smiled.

"Really, where is it?" he persisted.

"The naked lady told me it would work. You'll just have to search this week."

"Well then, here's to the hunt!" Jeff said, and we drained our glasses amid mystery on Steve's part and laughter from the other three of us.

When we finished the tart Tequila cocktails, we opened white wine and Steve started cooking the fish. The aroma was wonderful.

It is hard to do better than freshly caught fish and our dinner was spectacular. We sipped the wine and talked and joked and laughed and opened more wine and the candles flickered in a very flattering way on our faces. We were all in love that night.

"We don't have dessert tonight, and so, ..... it will have to be, .... us!" I said with a teasing flair. I opened another button on my dress showing a little cleavage. Sarah followed my lead and unbuttoned one more button showing a hint of the lace bra.

The boys thought it sounded better than cheese cake.

"I think you should unbutton one button each fifteen minutes until you carry us off to your beds!" Jeff said.

"Wait, who's carrying who?" Sarah asked. 

We continued our wine and looked off at the few flickering lights down the lake and up at our canopy of stars.

Time for another button yet?" Jeff asked.

"No, not yet," I said. "Not yet."

We unbuttoned again and Sarah's dress stood open nicely displaying the meringue like lace cups of her bra.

"Oh my god, you brought it!" Jeff groaned, pleased.

"And you too?" I opened my next button and pushed myself out a bit so that the lace shown bright white in the candle glow. Aren't those the prettiest things you've ever seen?" Steve said.

"You mean her breasts?... then yes, I agree." Sarah said quickly.

"I agree too," said Jeff. 

"Exactly." said Steve, recovering quickly, "my lovely wife's lovely breasts!"

"And my beautiful friend Sarah's truly beautiful breasts." I said.

"Hear, hear." they agreed.

And so we sat entertaining our husbands with our pretty underwear and our deep cleavages lighted by candlelight. No one seemed bothered that the two men were sharing the beauty of the other's wife and so the party continued.

Fifteen minute after fifteen minute span and our dresses were open to show the band of bright white panties in the vee at the bottom. Our husbands seemed to enjoy their glimpses of our lace covered breasts in quiet admiration.

Steve slipped his hand under my breast and softly caressed the underside curve while he continued the conversation. I leaned closer to his hand putting my breast into it, and sighed quietly. 

Jeff did the same, following the lead. They continued fondling their wives and sipping our wine in the soft evening breeze.

"Steve," Sarah said.

"Yes?"

"Steve, .... would you touch me like that too?"

I wasn't sure how that was going to work with Jeff and I looked closely across at him. He blinked a moment and looked at her, then leaned over and kissed her lips. Then leaned back away and smiled into her eyes as he fondled her breast.

I nodded with a question mark on my face when Steve looked at me. And I watched as his hand tentatively reached inside the open dress of my friend and gently cradled her other breast.

"And would you like my husband to touch .... you,.... Jackie." her voice was a whisper in the night quiet.

I looked at Jeff and smiled into his handsome face. "Would you.... ... Jeff?" 

Jeff's hand slipped past the open dress and slipped under my other breast. For some reason it seemed perfectly alright. I looked at Sarah with two men's' hands now fondling her breasts in that elegant lacy bra and then looked down at the two hands cupping my breasts and now even exploring a bit. I looked at my husband's hand now covering Sarah's breast and her husband's hand clasping mine so nicely. My nipples were rigid as they played with my breasts and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips.

The candles winked at us and Sarah and I raised our glasses and toasted for all of us.

"To our men!" she said. Her pretty eyes gleamed at me and her lovely soft sweetheart lips looked moistly scarlet and eager to be kissed. I understood. She understood. She was making love to me through our husbands and with our husbands. Somehow it was beautiful and lovely.




Sarah Pt. 02



"Wow. That was so nice, babe." Jeff said as their hands left our breasts reluctantly. And he held her chin in his hand and kissed those perfectly pursed lips. Jeff turned and kissed my lips in almost the same manner. Thank you, Jackie for a lovely evening."

Steve did exactly the same, lifting Sarah's chin and accepting a sweet kiss bestowed by those full luscious lips.

"Here's to us!" she said and we toasted with the last of our wine. 

I moved the candle away and leaned across the table toward Sarah and our lips met in a chaste little kiss in the middle of the table.

Both couples turned toward each other and the men's hands cupped our breasts and we began serious kissing and fondling. I touched Steve and found his cock lying along his pant lag firm and round. It felt lovely and I was ready for him to make love to me. His hand slipped under my dress and found my lace panties soaking wet. His fingers slipped past the elastic and right into my pussy.

"Ohhh, wow," he gasped against my probing tongue.

We left the dishes for tomorrow and clambered carefully down the narrow ladder to the main deck.

As soon as we were in our room, Steve slipped his hands inside my dress and held my breasts and looked into my eyes.

"Are you all right about tonight?" he asked, a look of puzzled concern on his face.

I smiled and then kissed him and pressed my breasts against his bare chest.

"You mean the breast thing?"

'Yes."

"Are you all right with it?" I threw it back on his table and stood before him as his hands toyed with the lace bra.

"Well, it was a little .... surprising. Different. I've never . ..."

"Yes, all of that. But, somehow I thought it felt alright. You and Jeff were so very sweet, and, ..... in the end, it was sort of pretty. Didn't you think?"

"You liked Jeff feeling you up?"

"Do you want to say it that way? Is that what you did to Sarah?"

"I guess ... so ...." he was unsure.

"Is it so different from a hundred guys at the club over the last ten years who have copped a feel at the dances? Including, probably, my dear husband, your own good self with other girls?"

He looked away and a grin played at his lips.

"This was simply open and straightforward. I adore Sarah, and to me this was a nice evening made nicer by her open attitude, even if it is not what we do everyday.

"You liked him feeling you up?"

"I enjoyed the nice way that both of you touched us. I thought you were both respectful and you both enjoyed touching both of us. And I was not offended and yes, I have concluded that I liked it. There!"

"There's something wrong with your logic, but I can't figure out what it is. But, I sure love you."

I felt my dress sliding up over my head and he hung it in the closet. I climbed into bed in my nifty French panties and bra and waited for my dear, slightly drunk slightly confused husband.

He turned the light off and rolled one leg over mine and pushed his thigh snug between my legs.

He slipped one strap of my bra down and kissed my erect nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. He always started this way, he loves having one breast naked to fondle and one breast silkily clad for his little lingerie fetish. 

"Ohh, honey you are so good with those. Mmmmmm. " I moaned. 

He breathed into my ear, making me tingle and whispered. Are you wet because you let another guy feel you up?"

"Yes!" I huffed into his ear.

"Want me to go get him for a threesome tonight?"

"If you do." I said.

"Really?" 

"No."

"But he did make you wet?" his hand was fondling my pussy and I wriggled under the probing fingers.

"Yes." I repeated with a giggle.

"Are you a tramp?"

"No, a shameless hussy." I replied as his tongue toiled in my ear. 

His cock was hard and my hand was around it, stroking gently.

"Do you want that?"

"This thing?" I teased, shaking it back and forth.

"Yes."

"MmmHmmm, let's see what we can do with it."

"Ohhhh, god you are sexy."

Steve was between my legs and I easily guided him to the familiar entry and he began thrusting deep into me. I joined him and we worked ourselves nicely to orgasm, him first; but he held on and let me cum by thrusting against his weakening cock. He was asleep soon after and I slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom to clean up.

There was a light under the door and I was sure that it would be Sarah on the same mission. She turned out the light and bumped into me as she came out. We held onto each other giggling at her startled gasp.

When I came out she was waiting by the door and pulled me close.

"Let's go outside for a few minutes?" she whispered.

"Shhh!" I said and nodded my head against the hand on my cheek.

"Did you get the third degree?" she said when we were seated on the bow, far away from the bedroom windows.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Yes!" she giggled mischievously.

"Don't worry, Sarah, I thought it was lovely. I told him it was a lot nicer and more straightforward than the 100 guys who have tried to cop a feel at parties and dances over the last 10 or 15 years. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with that logic. Besides, he couldn't deny that he loved touching your boob." 

We were laughing and trying to keep it quiet.

"I wish I'd thought of that argument. I just said I felt like it and that we were all nice friends. And then I climbed on top of him and made him make love to me. He couldn't think of an argument for that either."

I stifled my laugh again, choking back the tears.

It was a wonderful day, Jackie, and the nicest dinner date I have ever had, including the fancy place in Lucerne!"

"Me too!" I whispered. She turned her head and intercepted my lips. We kissed for a while, taking turns grazing over each others lips and faces.

"We'll be tired in the morning. We better get back to bed." I said quietly. 

"OK, kiss me once more. Our tongues played for a minute and I put my hand over her breast one last time, gently kneading the lovely roundness, bare and soft under her nightie.

We crept in and closed the door quietly then slipped in to join snoring husbands.

Softly Comes Morning

In some of the canyons, deep in the end, you can find a little space to take a hike. This was one of them, and so we stayed for most of the day. We packed a small lunch and took a hike up to a natural arch carved over the centuries by long gone water and wind. We spent the day lazing about on a grassy slope and exploring some narrow side canyons feeding into the main one.

In the late afternoon we moved the boat a short distance and found a landing with more that two hundred yards of beach and tied up the boat for the night. The boys went scavenging for driftwood for a fire and eventually came back with a couple of large arm loads and tales of things "just the other side of that bend." Sarah and I were relaxing in the late afternoon sun and wouldn't budge to go look with them on the second trip.

We had a sizeable bonfire for the first time and actually roasted hotdogs over the fire for dinner. We sat looking sadly into the fire because our trip was coming to an end. Tomorrow we must begin making our way back to turn in the boat and no one was ready for that.

We played word games for awhile. Then Jeff told a ghost story and the guys tried to drink up all the beer left in the cooler. We laughed and laughed until we found ourselves falling asleep staring into the fire. 

"We gotta sleep on the beach! It'll be great!" Steve roared at last.

"Good idea!" said Jeff. The two outdoorsmen headed for the boat and brought out the sleeping bags. "We haven't even used these! Look, their great big ones."

After adding some wood to the fire, they slid into their bags and prepared to be Lewis and Clark. Sarah and I picked up our sleeping bags and kissed the boys goodnight and said we would be on the roof. Too drunk to argue or to drunk to care or too stubborn to agree, they stayed with heads together around the fire.

We brushed our teeth and found our nighties, took one more look to see if they were alright and climbed to our rooftop suite. I think we were both trembling with the thought of having the night together and alone.

"Jackie, .... it's pretty chilly, .... I would like to cuddle with you, .... is one enough for both of us? Is that OK with you, by the way?"

My heart was pounding in my chest as I replied, "We'll zip them together then." I was afraid of being waked by one of the guys if we were together in just one bag.

We sat looking at the stars and staring at the light of the bonfire below us. We sat close together, arms locked around each other against the chill.

"Are we going to make love tonight?" I asked tentatively. "Don't be afraid to say "no" and I won't have any less affection for you, no matter what you decide. I just would like you to know that, .... ..... I love you, ... in the nicest way possible. And though I have never done it, .... I have never felt more need to be intimate with anyone in my life. But,.... if you aren't comfortable, if that's not what you want, just say so, and we'll cuddle and keep nice and warm and have a lovely night together anyway."

'That's what I want too. I just don't know what that thing is, ... what we will do to make love.... quite. OK?"

She reached for a kiss and those precious lips tasted lovely and soft for me.

"Oh, yes, Sarah, darling Sarah, we'll just do .... what feels right, then, and not hold back or be afraid of anything we do."

She nodded her head into my shoulder and we slipped into the double sleeping bag, I pulled her nightie over her head and she took mine off and tucked them someplace inside. We left our panties on and our bodies came together completely... ... available. We simply wrapped our arms tight around each other and held each other for several minutes. Her soft body felt delicious against mine and she slipped her thigh between mine so that our mounds were touching and probing gently.

We adjusted the sleeping bags because they were too warm. We were half out in the open air, kissing and touching. Sarah began sucking and licking my nipples and I felt that tingling wonder through my body. I loved having them fondled and she was wonderful with them. They became wetter and wetter as her tongue traced my areole and her lips suckled my nipples. Her hands held them and gently squeezed them as her lips and tongue laved the rock hard nipples. Over and over her hands roamed and brought me to be suckled by those luscious lips. She nibbled me with her teeth, very gently and I squeezed her breasts encouraging her. First one and then the other she found with her teeth, then loved away the hurt with her moist mouth and tongue. Then on to the other which waited impatiently, jutting out to her. I had to pinch the waiting nipple a few times as I watched her nurse at my breasts. As she withdrew and smiled up at me, I would swing the next breast into position, letting them sway in front of her as I tossed my hair or shook my shoulders provocatively for her. I don't know how long she nursed at my nipples, but my body tingled all over when she pressed her cheek against them and let the wet breasts dry in the cool night air.

"My turn, darling!" I murmured into her silky hair. I found her breasts and felt Sarah kissing my head as I began learning her nipples. They were lovely, more conical in shape than mine and already tingly hard. I swirled my tongue around each one and then licked all the way down the round wonder of one firm boob and lingered with my tongue in the valley as I pressed the mounds against my cheeks and drank in the soft feel of her skin against mine. With my cheek against the wonder of one breast, I would suck the other nipple and then nibble with careful teeth until I heard her sigh. Then I would turn my head so the other cheek caressed the injured nipple and take the other nipple into my eager lips.

"I love you." she whispered into my hair.. I was weak with pleasure. Everything between our bodies felt good and felt perfectly natural. Our hands were eager and our bodies were writhing trying to find way for more contact.

We stopped a moment and sat up together, still clinging tightly. We were too hot for the moment and the cool air felt delicious on my wet nipples. The firelight still cast shadows into the night and our husbands were two large snoring lumps on the sandy shore.

It would have been a beautiful picture. Two golden women kneeling, facing each other with generous sized breast curving up toward each other, nipples pointing. Firelight providing rich highlights over soft woman's curves would light nuances of beauty to each viewer. I would love such a picture to say goodnight to each evening.

"Let's try this,..." she whispered, and shifted her position so that we were straddling each other. We moved closer together and our pussies were snuggly pressed close. We wrapped each other in our arms once again and looked deep into each others' eyes. Once again we were close enough to enjoy breathing each others breath and even that felt intimate. The cozy little bare pussy lips warmly touching mine made me think of kissing, really good kissing. I don't know why that should be, but it felt the same way and some of the same tingling sensation of a French kiss emanated from that tense little spot her lips seemed to be caressing.

We looked at each other as we tried to touch clit to clit. Sarah reached between us and a lightning bolt went through me as her finger touched it. Then I waited as she used the finger to guide her own clitoris over mine and I felt her spread her legs wider and slide against my moist labia. I put my hand there too and our fingers played together in pussy hair and soft folds of the mated pussies. Every sensation known to woman was racing along the sensitive pink slit between my legs and I held her close, hoping that the same thing was happening between my lover's legs, too.

"OK?" I mouthed close to her lips.

"Ohhhh, Jackie, ..... ohh, yes!"

Sarah rolled her lovely pussy against mine and we watched each others breasts sway heavily with our movement. Her tits were lovely when they swung from her shoulders as she supported herself with hands back on the deck so that she could keep up the thrusting between our pussies.

"Sarah, .... would you let me kiss you there now?"

She leaped into my arms and hugged me close and nodded her head. She was trembling and so was I. she just kept nodding her head against mine, kissing my ear though my hair. 

"Oh, yessss, please, kiss my pussy, dear Jackie, please.... "

I lay down between her legs and looked down at her as she waited expectantly, her knees apart. I rolled one flap of the sleeping bag over her breasts and stuck me feet deep into the bag and opened her legs once again. I kissed the sweet mound letting her hair tickle my nose a moment. Then looking up into her eyes, I stuck out my tongue and touched the little crease that marked the start of her pussy lips. Her eyes were wide as saucers in the moonlight as I kissed it gently, moving my lips across it and feeling the texture of her pussy.

Slowly, still keeping her eyes, I slipped my hands under the round, lovely cheeks of her bottom and lifted slightly as my tongue moistened her lips deep down until my nose was buried in the tiny little tuft of hair. I kissed against the wet lips and slipped my tongue into her slit.

"Ahhh!" her breath was short.

I moved my tongue in the sweet moist slit, pushing her outer labia open. Sarah spread her legs wider and moaned my name quietly. I licked up the length of her outer lips and then came very close to the clenched ring of her anus. I flattened my tongue against her inner labia and licked slowly the length of the moist trench of her pussy. It tasted delicious to me. With a pointed tongue I found the little pink bud of her clitoris and circled it as she trembled hard under me. I fondled the cheeks of her bottom in my cupped hands and gently plucked the erect bud with my lips and moved my head in a tiny circle, loving every sensation of love and pleasure I have ever imagined.

I sucked on her clitoris and felt it harden still more in my mouth. Sarah's hands were in my hair pulling me into her wide open legs and my cheeks were fresh with her juices. She guided me to her opening and my tongue looped inside to find the rich storehouse of fluids. I reached as much as I could and ran my tongue around the snug muscle of her vagina entry. I felt her making little fucking motions against my mouth and I squeezed her bottom rhythmically with her movements, my tongue traced lower and I circled the little hole of her anus and her body shook with pleasure and surprise.

I went back to her clitoris and moved my hands along her body until I could cup her breasts in my hands and began licking and sucking her clit while she bucked wildly against me. Suddenly a violent trembling began and I held her clit captive in my mouth while her orgasm shook her body and her hands clenched my hair uncontrollably. I buried my face in the rich creamy juice of her pussy and held onto her through her orgasm. Her body shuddered to a halt and her clenching hands turned into caresses in my hair. 

Limp as a rag, my lover urged me up her body with her hands, but I insisted on kissing a trail of moist kisses over her mound, her pert little tummy, deep in her navel, between her breasts, and then over each mound to its peak before finally letting her eager lips suck on my own.

Her tongue lashed out to taste all the flavors on my mouth and cheek and our tongues whirled around unable to get enough of the other.

She whispered hoarsely, close to my face. "Oh, darling. My biggest,.... biggest, loveliest, ..... wonderful-est orgasm. I can't believe how it felt! Ohhh, thank you."

We sat clinging to each other, once again straddling each other so our mounds could touch and sat up in the night air cooling off and looking around the campsite.

"Let me kiss you now, Jackie." She whispered.

We kissed again and I guided her onto me in the 69 position so I could feel her body all along my own. Her soft breasts caressed down from my own breasts along my stomach and rested across my hips. I put my hands on her round bottom and held her close. Her legs stretched out over my shoulders and I could caress her legs and bottom as she examined my pussy. I felt her fingers play with the curls over my mound and then part my labia for her first kiss at the base of my mound. I took a long deep breath and sighed happily as her tongue began its considerate and tender exploration of the moist slit.

I felt her giggle and nuzzle her nose into my slit and pressed my thighs around her teasing head. I fondled her bottom and felt her shiver and shimmy it against my hands, then planted a kiss in the crease of her bottom.

"Ohhhhh,..... " she moaned into my wet clit.

We both laughed and our bellies jiggled against each other.

Sarah began kissing and licking down my slit until her head was deep between my thighs. She turned and kissed my inner thighs, her lips and cheeks moist with my juices, then returned and pushed her tongue into my vagina.

"Ahhhhh, ... " I gasped. And rubbed her bottom with appreciation. I longed to give her a sharp spank someday, but this was not the time. Her ass just looked so pretty like that, I couldn't help thinking of it.

She began sucking my clitoris and I knew I wasn't far from cumming. I caressed those lovely buns and moved with her delving tongue and felt the joyous vibration begin. My breasts tingled and I pinched my nipples a little harshly as her tongue played with my sensitive clitoris. Her tongue coursed back and forth across my clit and her fingers plunged into my vagina. She fucked me and sucked my clitoris boldly and confidently and my shoulders hunched and my hips thrust and my body began to shake uncontrollably. Until beginning below my clitoris, the trembling sensation coursed up my body, engulfed my nipples and made my arms clamp tight around my lovers thighs. And then slowly subside like a big wave brushing the sand away as it comes back to the sea. 




Sarah Pt. 02



Sarah hurried around to face me; to kiss me with wet cheeks and tongue full of my own creamy lubricants.

"Was it OK, was it good. Darling Jackie, did it feel good?" she kissed and hugged me eagerly and my arms cuddled her close as I nodded my head against hers and repeated.

"Yes, yes, yes, my love, you are a wonderful lover." 

We lay stroking each other, and soothing each other in the afterglow of lovely orgasmic love-making.

And we didn't sleep until nearly dawn. The sun found us tangled together in the rumpled twin sleeping bag, contented.

I awoke to find her staring at me once again. "I love you" we mouthed together, then sealed it with a kiss.

We embraced and kissed each other awake and then took the beds apart, working together to fold them up, glancing at our sleeping husbands as we folded and stole a kiss as we met with each fold. I was standing on the deck as she descended and planted one last kiss on her pretty bottom.

"What do you think this means?" she asked, an angelic smile on her face.

"I don't quite know. I just know that I have been very happy, have you?"

Sarah just smiled and showed her white teeth, and nodded her tousled head.

"Come on; let's see if our darling husbands survived the scorpions through the night."

The morning air was cool and fresh and the sun promised to bake the dessert again this day, but for now, it just shown its golden light across the mirror of the still lake onto our little camp. We jumped from the boat to shore and the boat lapped noisily against the water. 

"Wake up sleepy heads!" I demanded. They mumbled but stayed tucked in.

Sara and I walked hand in hand down the beach and skipped a few stones across the still surface of the lake. Skipping rocks is something we do when we can't think of what to say, I think. The end is inevitable, the rock always sinks; but two friends take turns trying to make one stay up forever. It is a forlorn ritual wish that life didn't have to be so inevitable. Well, that's the way it always seems to me anyway.

We strolled back toward the two large lumps by the dead fire. I stopped a moment to examine something sticking out of the sand and she walked ahead. I watched her beautiful form bend over and unzip Jeff's sleeping bag and his hand reach up and guide her inside for a little early morning cuddling on the beach.

Prologue

We parted with tears in our eyes at the airport. Our hugs were heartfelt and held just a little longer than they might have a few days before.

Sarah wore the yellow dress I loved so well. "Keep this for me until next time, it's for next time! My friend, my lover," she whispered. I could feel that she had nothing on under the dress, her final kiss of farewell. The thought of how our naked bodies felt all through that night reeled through my mind.

She pressed a single flat skipping rock into my hand and I knew I would have it still, whenever our next time came.