Away From Our Husbands

[chanaud]

OOC: Sorry guys, for now this is a closed thread for Missla and myself. Who knows, we might want some partners and open it later. Hope you enjoy our little “adventure”. Happy Reading!

Amy

Riding in the back of the cab, I felt anxious seeing my friend Julie again. It’s been nine years since I saw her last. I know I haven’t changed drastically, but I was anxious of my little ‘sister’ seeing me after almost a decade. At 37, my red hair is a hint darker, but my blue eyes are just as bright as back then. Standing at 5’9” and daily workouts at the gym, I really don't have to worry about weight gain.

Julie was my Alpha Phi younger sister at Ohio State University. We were both popular around campus, especially among the boys. Being the older pledge 'sister' of three years, I graduated with the highest Mrs. degree to my husband, Tom, a predominately powerful attorney. Through the years, Julie and I had managed to remain friends. Our letters, phone calls and daily emails have turned into a close relationship; I’ve come to cherish.

It took months for Julie to talk me into leaving Tom for some “fun and sun.” Since, I’ve been mopping around the house lately, wondering what to do with my future, Tom immediately agreed with Julie and agreed to pay for the trip ‘carte blanche’ to Jamaica.

Glancing at my watch, I knew I was right on time. The plan was to meet Julie’s connecting flight and off to Jamaica we go.

 

[missla]

Julie

I could hardly wait to see Amy again. We had probably seen each other maybe once or twice since she graduated, but had stayed in close touch with each other over the years, talking on the phone, letters, and more and more e-mails. We had been so close in college, and I had really missed her over the years.

My husband Bill was taking a fishing trip to Canada with his business associates, and was all for it when I told him I might go somewhere on my own. I had just received an e-mail from Amy, and thought how perfect it would be for us to get together again. I called her immediately, she loved the idea, we decided on Jamaica, and the excitement began building.

Now, as I was flying to meet her, I couldn't help but think back on all the great times we had in college. Dating together, partying together - we were best buds. People called us the Margaritaville Girls - we could put those concoctions down, and we were both big Jimmy Buffett fans. I smiled to myself as I remembered how crazy we got at the last Buffett concert we went to.

As the plane pulled into the terminal, I found myself wondering if she still looked the same. She was such a knockout in college - all the guys were after her - tall, red hair, blue eyes, and long legs that wouldn't quit. I had done my best to stay in shape over the years, and I was quite proud of the fact I was still the same size as when I graduated. 5"4", 119 lbs, my light brown hair still the same color, and my eyes the same pale green.

The people ahead of me couldn't move fast enough for me as we got off the plane. As I stepped through the tunnel into the terminal, there she was - she hadn't changed a bit! Our eyes met and we both let out a little squeal as I ran toward her...

 

[chanaud]

Amy

“Stand back girl, let me take a good look at you.” I told her.

She twirled around, finished in a pose with her arms extended. “mmm…hhmmmm.mmm…You look great, girlfriend! You haven’t changed a bit.” She has always been petite, but now she has womanly curves in all the right areas. Wow, I bet she looks great in a bikini.

Wait, what am I thinking? I can’t believe I’m having these thoughts of her. I busted out laughing again, felt my face flush and gave her another hug. “It’s been too long, Julie”.

 

[chanaud]

Amy

“Stand back girl, let me take a good look at you.” I told her.

She twirled around, finished in a pose with her arms extended. “mmm…hhmmmm.mmm…You look great, girlfriend! You haven’t changed a bit.” She has always been petite, but now she had womanly curves in all the right areas. Wow, I bet she looks great in a bikini.

Wait, what am I thinking? I can’t believe I’m having these thoughts of her. I busted out laughing again, felt my face flush and gave her another hug. “It’s been too long, Julie”.

 

[missla]

Julie

After we broke our hug, we both kind of stepped back and gave each other the lookover. Amy looked as beautiful as she did the day she left college - she obviously worked out religiously and it showed. Her long legs and beautiful tan were shown off perfectly by the sundress she was wearing - she looked like she was ready for a vacation!

As we walked to catch our flight to Jamaica, I said, "Amy , I'm so glad you were able to take this trip - it's been waaay too long for us to have been apart," and gave her another light hug. She grinned at me as we reached our gate - I smiled back and said, "let's go to Jamaica!!, as we boarded the plane....

 

[chanaud]

Amy

We sat side by side in first class, our heads together reminiscing of old times, and giggling like mad schoolgirls.

As we were midair, a flight attendant stopped next to us and asked "Would you like a cocktail?" We both turned our heads to her, in unison said, "Margaritas please". Which threw us into another fit of giggles.

In between the tears, I was able to look at Julie closely. Her soft, translucent pale skin still shone with youth. For some odd reason, I had the urge to reach my hand over to touch its softness. But, that’s crazy, I told myself. Then, I noticed how close we were sitting. Our bodies were leaning towards each other while our thighs touched. Her short summer dress was riding up, barely covering her lap. Every so often, her knees would separate revealing a dark shadow.

Julie looked at me with a perplexed look, “What’s wrong?”

I put my hand on her shoulders. “Oh nothing, I just realized how much I missed you.” As soon, as I said it the tears sprung to my eyes.“Now look, what you’ve done. I’m going to look like a mess.” Laughing off my seriousness. “I’m going to find the ladies room. Save my seat and my drink!”

 

[missla]

Julie

When the stewardess asked us about drinks, there was only one answer - margaritas! We continued to talk, laugh, and just generally act like a couple of schoolgirls, just like we had never been apart. I hadn't really had anyone to be silly with since I had finished college, and Amy and I had picked up like we had never even been apart.

Some of the other people sitting in first class were kind of looking at us like we were crazy, but who cares? We were going to have fun together! We did lower our voices a bit and moved closer to each other so we wouldn't bother anyone else. I usually slept on planes, so I could sympathize with the ones trying to sleep.

During a brief lull in our silliness, I noticed that Amy was looking at me in a kind of serious way. When I asked her what was the matter, I saw tears come to her eyes - I wonder what I had done. She kind of laughed and said how glad she was we were together. She said she needed to find the restroom and handed me her drink and started to get up. Her dress had ridden up quite high on her thighs and as she stood, I marvelled again at how long and firm her legs were - I wish my legs looked that good!

She smiled and began to move down the aisle. I said "Don't be gone too long - I can't be held responsible for what might happen to this margarita!"

 

[chanaud]

Amy

As I turned back, I noticed she was at eye level to my ass. Was she looking at me? No way, I told myself. And why was I having these thoughts? What's wrong with me? Not that Julie isn’t good looking, in fact, she’s hot! As I turned back, I noticed I’m not the only with the same opinion. Already, a handsome man was leaning over to strike up a conversation with her.

As I returned, the man immediately returned to his seat, “Hope to see you around.”

“I can’t leave you alone for a sec, Jule.”

Giggling again, she handed my margarita to me, and without looking I raised my hand to lower the tray and knocked the glass out of her hand, spilling the margarita all over the front of her dress, her lap and down her legs.

“Oh my god Jule, I’m so sorry”

While she sat there stunned, I grabbed some napkins and starting wiping it off.

 

[missla]

Julie

As soon as Amy got down the aisle to the bathroom, the guy that was sitting across the aisle from us leaned over and tried to strike up a conversation with me. He said that it looked like we were having a good time, and I explained to him that we were old friends and were going on this trip just to have a lot of fun without our husbands. When he started making some overtones about maybe getting together with us, I steered the conversation the other way, and told him that probably wouldn't happen. I couldn't believe it - guys never change - but it was kind of neat - I hadn't been hit on in quite some time.

As Amy got back, he moved back to his seat. Amy had a big grin on her face and made some comment about not being able to leave me alone. As she sat down, I said "Ha ha - you are soooo funny. Here's your drink - you're one behind me now."

Just as I was handing it to her, she raised her hand to lower the tray, but instead hit the glass, sending a shower of margarita over me, getting the front of my dress wet, and part of my lap and upper legs. I jumped slightly and then surveyed what was wet. I glanced down and saw that part of the drink had scored a direct hit on my left breast, and the wet and cold of the liquid on the thin material of my sundress had caused my nipple to point out at full attention. Seeing that caused me to blush a bit. The rest of my outfit was OK, except for a bit on my lap and legs.

"I'm so sorry Julie," Amy said. She grabbed some napkins and began to wipe up the damage....

 

[chanaud]

Amy

As I started wiping the awful mess, I noticed the outline of her nipple through the thin material. It was obvious, she was wearing a thin bra. As I continued to wipe, the outline grew making a sharp point. Mesmerized by it, I didn't realize I was wiping the same area.

Julie shifted in her seat, distracting me from my trance. She seemed a little uncomfortable with her state. Grabbing the napkin from my hand, It's ok honey. It'll dry. she said as she wiped the mess I caused.

I had to look away to hide the obvious redness on my cheeks, mumbling, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, Jule.

There was a lull in our conversation. I sat there perplexed with my new feelings. What has become of me? Why am I having these thoughts? Does she know what I'm thinking?

Before, I was able to answer my thoughts, a voice called over the airwaves announcing our arrival.

 

[missla]

Julie

Amy was doing her best to wipe up the wet spots on my dress. She was spending a lot of time on my chest area, and seemed to be looking directly at my nipple. As she rubbed the napkin over it, it was succeeding in getting rid of some of the dampness, but also succeeding in hardening it even more. I kind of shifted in my seat, and then took the napkin from her and finished the cleanup myself.

Amy kept apologizing over and over again, and I kept reassuring her that it was OK. When I was finished, I glanced over at her, put my hand on her arm, and smiled - "it's OK - it's just a dress, and it's almost dry anyway. Besides, it won't be too long until we get there, and this dress will come off. Besides, when we are there, we'll be wearing a lot less clothes and it won't matter if we spill things - I can't wait to get into my bikini!!!

She finally relaxed, and I lay my head back to try to get in a quick nap before we arrived. I stretched my legs out and closed my eyes - I loved the beach, and couldn't wait to get there. With visions of boat drinks and sand, I dozed off.

It seemed like I was hardly asleep for a minute, when I heard the stewardess make an announcement that we were landing. I opened my eyes and looked over at Amy. "About time you woke up - we're here," she said. I began to sit up and saw that my sundress had slipped up quite high when I was sleeping - I must have been restless, or maybe just out cold. It was high as it could go without giving everyone a complete look at my skimpy silk panties. I smoothed and pulled down the dress to its proper place as the plane pulled into the terminal.

I grinned at Amy - "Time to have some fun!!!!!"

 

[Guest]

I want you babd baby

Damn baby you are fine

 

[chanaud]

Amy

OOC: Oh baby, you're fine too! Whoever you are.


Yes! It was time for fun, I murmured back as I forced to peel my eyes from her silk panties.

We exited the terminal and was immediately blinded by the hot Jamaica sun. After donning our shades, we were able to find our hotel shuttle with ease. A dark Jamaican wearing an island white linen uniform greeted us with his pearly whites, “Welcome to Jamaica” he said in a sexy accent. Reality sunk in. We are in Jamaica! Feeling giddy again, we both released another giggle as his strong hands helped us into the minivan.

We sat side by side through a rough narrow path road. I couldn’t help noticing my nipples hardening as it rubbed against the soft fabric through each bump. I looked over at Julie and noticed her breasts were bouncing away too. I wanted so badly to reach my hands out to hold them in place. But, I knew I couldn’t do that to her. What would she think? Besides, I’m not that type. Am I?

I don’t know what was causing me to think like this. Is it the idea of being with my best friend? Or maybe, it’s the tropical heat. But, I just had to feel them. Thinking quickly, I reached my hand over, brushed against her bouncing breasts and pointed to the window,

Look Julie,I exclaimed.

 

[missla]

Julie

We found the shuttle to our hotel and it was soon pulling away to take us to our hotel, which was located about 15 minutes out of town. I had picked this hotel since it was kind of secluded, and shouldn't be near as crowded as many of the hotels were in town.

We were soon turning off of the main road onto a narrow trail which I assumed led to our hotel. Although we were in a van, it was crammed full of all sorts of supplies and stuff, so we were sitting right next to each other - thank goodness no one else had to ride with us. After a few minutes, Amy said "Look Julie," and pointed out toward the window. As she did, we hit kind of a bump, and her hand moved so that it ran over one of my breasts, and her arm brushed over the other one.

It kind of surprised me, but as her hand had brushed my breast, my nipple hardened even more than it already was - the bouncing and jiggling from the ride had caused both of my nipples to harden considerably - thank goodness we were here - she was pointing to the entrance of our hotel. I kind of giggled in semi-embarassment as she moved her hand and arm and said "Here we are - party time!!!!"

 

[chanaud]

Amy

We exited the bus and followed the entranceway of palm trees into the resort. The lobby looked like a greenhouse, full of exotic plants and flowers, topped with a glass dome roof. There were 3 Jamaicans playing the steel drums and a beautiful thin woman, dressed in a bikini and a sarong, dancing in the most provocative manner.

We stood there, arms linked, watching the welcome committee. When they broke into another song, we then approached the front desk and was immediately greeted with another smile and sexy accent.

"Welcome to Jamaica. How may I help you?"

"A reservation for Robinson, please." I answered back with a smile.

"Robinson....let me see..." he entered information into the computer. "Aaaaaahhh...yes. You have the honeymoon suite."

"Honeymoon suite???" Julie and I both exclaimed at once.

"Yes, let me be the first to say, congratulations.." It didn't seem odd to him that we were two women with a honeymoon suite.

"I'm sorry, there must be an error. We are not on a honeymoon. We reserved a two bedroom suite."

"You don't want the honeymoon suite?"

"No, we don't want the honeymoon suite!" My voice was a little testy now.

"I apologize. There must have been a misunderstanding. And that is the only room available."

I turned to Julie...

 

[missla]

Julie

The lobby of the hotel was beautiful, with all the exotic plants and flowers everywhere. The sounds of the Jamaican band playing, and the sounds of the steel drums - the atmosphere was fantastic. After a bit, we walked over to the desk to check in. Imagine our surprise when the clerk told us we were in the honeymoon suite!

Amy tried to tell him over and over that we had reserved a 2-bedroom suite - "There must be some mistake," he said, "because the only suite left is the honeymoon suite. As a matter of fact, that is the only room left in the whole resort."

Amy looked over at me - "Well, what do you think?"

I grinned at her and said, "It appears that we don't have a whole lot of choice - it's either the honeymoon suite or nothing. Hey, we have stayed in a lot worse places."

Amy smiled back at me and nodded, and then turned to the clerk and said "OK, we will take it."

He smiled at us both and said "You will really enjoy this suite - it looks out directly over the beach, and also has its own hot tub. And by the way, since there has been some sort of misunderstanding, I will send up a couple of bottles of champagne for you to enjoy, with my compliments."

I gave Amy a quick hug and whispered to her. "Is this going to be great or what?"

She smiled and took my arm as we followed the bellman to our room...

 

[chanaud]

Amy

We followed the bellman up the elevator to the top floor and to the back of the building. When I looked over at Julie, I noticed, she too was licking her lips as she eyed his firm behind. I elbowed her, and we broke out in another fit of giggles. The bellman smiled at us and just continued on his business.

He opened the door, "Welcome to the Honeymoon Suite. It is the grandest room of Kingston," he announced with pride. Julie and I stood in awe at the grandeur of the suite. The room was all white. White walls, white sheer curtains, white sofa and chairs. The only color you were able to see was the exotic tropical plants decorated throughout the living room.

The bellman walked to the sheer linen curtains and pulled it apart dramatically with an announcement, “Ladies, may I offer a congratulations on your recent vow.”

Julie and I both giggled at that statement. “But we’re not on our honeymoon. This resort made an error.”

The bellman broke out in a wide smile, “We in Jamaica do not question any lifestyle. You will find us open-minded, unlike the States.”

“Very well,” I dug into my purse, pulled out a $20.00 and handed it to him. As he turned to leave, I grabbed Julie, “Come here darling,” pulled her to me and kissed her passionately on the lips.

The bellman stopped in shock, broke out in a grin and continued out the door, whistling a native song.

 

[missla]

Julie

The bellman led us to our room, and Amy and I followed him, giggling all the way - here we were, getting the honeymoon suite - that was funny just in itself. We entered the room, and it was absolutely beautiful! It was almost all white, so romantic, everything in perfect places. As he opened the curtains, a wonderful view of the beach and water just added to the moment. The hot tub was close enough to the patio door that you could see out as you were in the hot tub. What a great room - maybe the honeymoon suite would not be so bad after all!

As he congratulated us again, we laughed and told him again that we were not on our honeymoon, and he told us how open-minded Jamaicans were. Amy reached in her purse, gave him some cash, and as he was turning to leave, pulled me to her, and kissed me right on the lips! The bellman smiled and closed the door behind him. I was definitely surprised, as Amy's lips met mine - I really didn't know how to respond.

When the kiss broke, Amy gave me a big grin and her usual evil laugh. I smiled back and said, "let's hit the beach - I'm going to get my suit on." I grabbed my suit and went into the bathroom to change.

I closed the door behind me and began to remove my clothes. As I slipped the sundress over my head, my thoughts turned to what had just happened when Amy had kissed me. I was surprised by it, but her lips had been so, so soft. I unfastened my bra, and as I removed it, I saw that my nipples were hard as little rocks. I remembered then that her hand had inadvertantly moved across my breasts in the car. My hand went to my breast for a quick squeeze and a light flick of my nipple, before I snapped out of it and stepped out of my silk panties, exposing the smoothly shaved area between my legs. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought, "Not too bad at all."

I bought a new suit for the trip, and since we were going to an exotic place, I got an exotic bikini. As I pulled up the thong bottom, I began wondering if it was too skimpy - when it was on, I turned around and saw that my ass looked pretty darn good in it! I tied the small top, which covered only part of my breasts, and grabbed a towel. I walked out of the bathroom and said, "Well, Amy, what do you think?" and twirled around to show her the suit. "Is it too much?"

As I waited for her response, I walked to the door and said, "The beach and the drinks are waiting!"

 

[chanaud]

Julie came out twirling and asked, "Well, Amy, what do you think? Is this too much?"

Stunned, the first thing in my mind flew out, "Fuck, Julie! You look great." She answered me with an appreciative grin. "The beach and the drinks are waiting!" as she headed out the door.

I too had the same idea. I followed her in a red bikini thong suit and a matching sarong tied to my hips.

We followed the calypso music down the elevator and thru a hall leading to the outdoor cabanas. Arm in arm, we giggled like schoolgirls while we oooh’d and aaah’d at every good-looking man we saw.

As we reached the pool, a waiter wearing a tropical hotel shirt approached us. “Hello ladies. May I have your room number please?” We looked at Julie, linked her arm with mine, and informed him, “We are in the honeymoon suite.” He looked up and down at both of us, flashed us his pearly whites, and said, “Follow me.”

Arm in arm we followed him, swaying our hips. Even though our eyes were focused on our waiter, we wouldn’t help noticing men stopping, and smiling trying to get our attention. He stopped at two chaise lounge chairs near the center of the pool, and clicked his fingers. Immediately, a young man appeared and laid out two oversized white Egyptian towels. “Would you care for some drinks?” In unison, we cried out, “Margaritas, please!” Julie started settling down on the lounge chair, but I grabbed her hand and said, “Come on, let’s go in for a dip.” And off we went, diving into the pool.

 

[missla]

Julie

AS I headed toward the door, I saw that Amy had changed into her suit, a red thong that was just as skimpy as mine. We headed down to the pool area, and were led to our chairs by one of the attendants. He asked us about drinks, and naturally we ordered margaritas.I sat in the chair, but before I could get settled, Amy grabbed my hand and led me to the pool. We both dove in, and when we resurfaced, swam to the edge of the pool where are drinks were waiting.

We stayed in the water as we sipped the frozen concoction, and as we drank, I glanced around the pool area, and noticed that the resort was not crowded at all - perfect! I dipped under the water again and stood up, as did Amy, and as we picked up our drinks again, I noticed that Amy's nipples were hard and poking against the tight fabric of her top. I looked down and saw that my own were doing the same. I guess the water was just cool enough to cause that, and I'm sure that the drinks didn't hurt either.

As we downed a few more drinks, I said, "I think I'm going to get out and get some sun - you want to join me?" Amy nodded and climbed out of the pool and suggested we go down to the beach? As I climbed out and picked up my towel and drink, she began walking toward the beach. I followed her, marvelling at how fantastic she looked in her bikini - I wish I had her long legs. We got to the beach and found a spot to the side, of the entrance to the beach, down a bit. Not that the beach was crowded - but there was no one within 50 yards of where we lay down.

I took another sip of my drink - wow, this is the life....

 

[chanaud]

Amy

I noticed Julie's skin shimmering from the sun. As my eyes scanned her body once more, I couldn't stop my tongue from licking my lips as I watched it jiggle.

We finally found a site. I looked around and there wasn't a soul in sight. She plopped herself down on the white towel and once again I couldn't help myself noticing the curves of her body.

I grabbed the suntan lotion and knelt down beside her. "Don't burn", I told her. I squeezed a generous portion on the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands to warm it and rubbed her shoulders in small circles.

When she turned her head to the side, I noticed her eyes were closed and the content smile.

I continued down her back and to her side and to her back again. My circles grew larger now. When I reached her bikini line, I lowered it so the top of her crack was visible.

I skipped down to her feel and rubbed a fresh application. Worked my way up her ankles - her legs - her thighs. - her inner thighs. I noticed how she widened her legs to allow access. Encouraged by that, my fingers crept up her inner thighs...

 

[missla]

Julie

I spread my towel and lay on my stomach so I could watch the waves coming in. I took another sip of my drink and noticed that Amy had taken the suntan lotion, and she then squirted a bit on my shoulders. "Don't burn," she said, and she began to rub the lotion into my shoulders. it really felt great, not so much that I was worried about burning, but just the rubbing and squeezing of my shoulders made it so easy to relax and loosen up, especially after the long flight.

It was so relaxing, I set down my drink and turned my head to the side so she could get to my neck and shoulders easier. I felt Amy's hand move further down my back, then down my sides, and then to my back again. Her hands were so soft, yet strong at the same time. When they reached the top of my thong, I felt her fingers slip under the fabric, but thought nothing of it as she continued to rub in the lotion.

Her hands then departed my skin, and thinking she was done, began to sit up. She laughed and said she wasn't finished just yet. I glanced around as she put more lotion in her hand and started with my feet, and began to work her way up my legs. She rubbed them all over, inside, outside - her hands felt sooo good. I thought maybe she was taking a lot of time putting the lotion on me, but I had to admit that the mini-massage was very nice. I felt her wrap both hands around one of my legs, and slightly lifted it to rub all over it. When she put it back down, it seemed like it was a little wider than before, but it was probably just my imagination.

She repeated the process with my other leg and when she set it down, I was now sure that my legs were a little farther apart than when she started, but that was OK - I needed the sun on the inside of my legs as well...

 

[chanaud]

Amy

I thought Julie would adjust her legs from it's perfect V, but she continued to lie there motionless. I wondered for a brief moment if she was asleep. The occassional smile on her face told me otherwise.

I stopped to add more oil to my palms and knelt between her legs. Both my hands continued where they left off - up the most inner part of her thighs. I rubbed the oil in deep, using my thumbs to sweep upwards. Her skin was silky smooth as I imagined a baby's bottom would be.

My thumbs were now close to her mound. I swept them up the bikini line following the curve of her ass. I leaned in slightly pushing a knee between her legs - stopping short before her mound.

When my thumbs worked it's way under the fabric, Julie lifted herself, "Amy, I don't think....."

I stopped her in mid-sentence. "Ssshhhhhh Jules, don't say a word. Just enjoy the moment.."

 

[missla]

Julie

Amy's hands really felt good as she massaged the lotion into my legs - it was so relaxing that I was almost drifting off into never-never land. I really wasn't paying much attention to anything, until I noticed that her hands seemed to be getting higher and higher on my thighs, and they had almost reached the bottom of my suit.

I began to get a little nervous, but maybe it was just me - I was probably just overreacting, after all, she was just rubbing lotion onto my legs, right???

Her fingers were so high on my thighs, and they moved upward and ran along the swell of my ass. They seemed to gently squeeze my cheeks - I relaxed again, and then jumped as I felt her fingers slip under the material of my suit. I raised up - "Amy, I think you..."But before I could finish the sentence, she told me to just relax and enjoy it.

When she said that, I tentatively lay back down, as her fingers moved away from between my legs. I guess I probably was just a little too jumpy - I had never felt another girl's fingers so high on my legs. I lay my head back down, and then jumped slightly again as I felt Amy's hands untying the top to my bikini. I heard her whisper to me, "No need in getting any tan lines."

 

[chanaud]

Amy

I pulled the top of her bikini string and let it fall to her side. I couldn't prevent the gasp when I saw the sides of her perfect round cirlces pressing against the towel. My knee was aching from it's spot but it remained right up against her mound.

I paused to add more oil to my palms. I leaned in and rubbed large circles on her back until her backside was shimmery with oil. My body was quivering from trying to balance over her, so I settled next to her, on my side - pressing myself against her on the small towel. Julie opened her eyes and gave me a dreamy smile. We were able to feel our heat playing off each other.

I continued my rubbing on her body, working from her waist - all the way up her side to her breast.