Another hot, dry, desert day. Not a cloud in the azure blue sky.

Dalia dropped to her bed exhausted from the heat and felt the coolness of the air conditioner pour over her. Slowly she pulled her top and her jeans off, her silky bra and panties barely covered her soft skin.

Her eyes closed and she slipped into a deep sleep, letting the cool envelop her. Her breathing deepened and soft moans escaped her lips as the dreams overtook her.

Dalia knocked at the door and from deep within the house heard a soft voice. “Entre vous.”

She slipped through the door, into the cool darkness of the house and seeing through to the pool, she spotted Susan.

Susan was tall and slender, her athletic, toned body showed the color of golden honey in the bright desert sun. Her brown hair sparkled with a variety of highlights, from auburn red to sparkly blonde. Her brown bikini hung precariously on her flared hips and clung to her “B” cup breasts invitingly.

Susan walked slowly across the sundeck towards Dalia, a soft smile played over glistening white teeth.

“Hi,” she breathed softly. “Glad you could come over.”

Their eyes met, and held, if only for a moment, but Dalia felt the electricity between them and she forced herself to exhale for the first time.

“Thanks,” she whispered back. “I really appreciate you taking the time to help me.”

“Come on out by the pool,” Susan whispered softly, “I fixed us some iced tea’”

Susan's hand slipped into Dalia’s as she led her out the door to the deck. “I was just working on my tan”.

Dalia felt herself warming as she looked at Susan’s long tanned figure.

“Your tan looks great to me,” whispered Dalia, barely able to force her voice above a whisper.

Susan slipped the bikini bottoms down slightly, letting the hot sun strike the hidden parts of her.

Dalia marveled at the smoothness of the golden honey colored skin. Her eyes lingered at the top of the soft fold, smooth, hairless and the color of golden honey. She tore her eyes away, trying to concentrate.

Susan arched her back pushing her breasts against the fabric of the bikini, her nipples growing gently in the heat.

Dalia bit her lip in an effort to concentrate.

“Let’s go inside,” Susan said, “This heat is getting to be too much.”

Together, they walked thru the patio doors into the coolness of the living room.

“You’re very pretty, Dalia.”

The words took Dalia by surprise.

“Thank you.” She breathed. “That’s quite a compliment coming from someone as beautiful as you are.”

They stood in the living room… both becoming acutely aware of the others beauty… beginning to feel the heat from their own bodies.

Close… their eyes met… their breasts rising and falling in unison. Their tongues flicking out to moisten soft lips.

They moved closer to one another, without being conscious of it. Eyes peered deep into each other searching.

Dalia's voice cracked as she tried to speak, not certain of what she would say anyway.

Susan raised her fingers to Dalia's lips silencing her and Dalia felt her warm breath strike Susan's palm. She fought back a tiny moan and settled for exhaling.

They stood, watching each other, breathing together, until Susan took Dalia's hand in hers, turning to walk away. Dalia followed, afraid of where Susan was leading her. Afraid not to go.

They followed the hallway down, turning into Susan's bedroom. The scream of the air conditioner, barely covered their soft breathing. Dalia felt the coolness on her skin. Uncertain what raised the tiny goosebumps.

Susan stopped, turning to face her. Her tongue slowly moving over parched lips. A tiny whimper escaped Dalia's throat as Susan stepped slightly closer. Her fingers remained in Susan's, unwilling to break the contact.

Dalia felt Susan's fingers close over the buttons of her top, fumbling, yet certain, slowly releasing, one after the other, the ivory white skin slowly coming into view.

Susan's fingers brushed the tops of Dalia's breasts. Gentle, as if a butterfly had landed.

Dalia's back arched unwillingly, pushing her soft flesh against Susan's fingers.

Susan's hand rose, fingers slipping along Dalia's neck, gently urging her forward. Dalia's mind whirled, thoughts and images blending together, her eyes closed with the building desire. Warm lips touched hers, gentle, soft, passionate.

She felt Susan's tongue brush the tip of hers then pull away, then come back.

Dalia's right hand came up, fingers brushing Susan's bare waist. Their tongues slowly dancing together, mouths open, desire flooding out of each and mixing together, the thoughts and images mixed with the soft sounds of breathing, the tiny whimpers of impending delight.

Susan stepped back and Dalia cried out deep inside, “Nooo, don’t leave me.” She watched as Susan's hand reached behind, releasing the bikini top and letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, perfectly formed, exquisitely tanned with deep brown nipples that rose and fell with each breath.

Susan's eyes never left Dalia's and Dalia felt her own fingers move to the remaining buttons of her shirt.

Slowly she released each, letting the shirt fall open then slide from her shoulders to join Susan's top on the floor.

Her fingers came up to the front clasp of the red lace releasing it allowing her breasts to feel the coolness of the room and the heat of Susan's gaze.

Susan's fingers dropped to the belt of her bikini, releasing it slowly and letting the brown fabric slide down her legs to pool at her feet.

Dalia's hands fumbled with her jeans, excitement building inside her.

Slowly pushing them down over her full hips. Red lace caressed her hips and she suddenly became acutely aware of the growing dampness.

Her mind raced as Susan's eyes caressed her and she returned the caresses. Slowly, she pushed the panties down over her hips. My GOD, I am so glad I shaved this morning, she thought briefly.

Susan stepped forward, one step and their bodies felt each others heat. Her hand rose to rest, palm down on Dalia's chest.

The thoughts poured, no, RACED through Dalia's mind. I can’t believe her hand is there… no, don’t move it, PLEASE, NO DON’T move it…..yes like that… ohmygod…and Susan's mouth covered Dalia's softly. Dalia's hands rose unknown to her and covered Susan's, holding it to her breast, feeling the warmth, their tongues touching again, exploring, thoughts and sounds and images swirled behind Dalia's closed eyes and she felt their bodies touch. Breasts brushing together, nipples brushing, stomachs caressing.

Susan's tongue danced with Dalia's and the thoughts and sounds and images swirled mixing now with the soft scent of Susans' skin and breath. “I can’t believe… I never… oh yes please… ohmygod.”

Dalia felt herself being led, no guided, no leading, towards the giant bed unable to believe what her mind and body knew. They sank slowly back feeling the coolness of the silk sheets against their skin.

Susan moved away from Dalia's mouth, caressing her throat and down to her chest. Lips brushing skin, mind brushing mind, her hands moving over Dalia's body… exploring, urging, breasts, nipples, stomach, then back to gently brush the undersides of her breasts. Susans' thoughts mixed with the images and the sounds and the scents and she moved slowly down, her lips brushing Dalia's stomach, her hand caressing her abdomen.

OHMYGOD, I am soo glad I shaved, thought Dalia as Susan's fingertip reached the top of her fold and Dalia screamed in her head, YES… THERE…and a moan escaped her throat and her breathing stopped for an eternity, then started again, slow, deep, and Dalia felt her body respond, deep inside, and her fingers wrapped in Susan's long hair… clutching as if to trap her there forever. Dalia's legs parted, knees flexing, heels pushing up, asd the tip of Susan's tongue brushed the top of Dalia's fold. A gasp escaped, uncontrolled, from her throat and Susan pushed down, searching, finding, caressing Dalia's hooded pearl.

Dalia's back arched, her head thrown back, eyes closed tight as if to trap the sounds and the thoughts and the images and the scents deep inside her head. Her legs parted more, urging Susan's golden body between them and Susans' tongue caressed the soft velvet of Dalia's lips. Sucking each between hers and then moving to the next. Her tongue pressed against them, gently licking, exploring and Dalia felt the moisture flood her.

Susan's moist tongue mixed with Dalia's passion.

“OH…GOD,” escaped from her throat and she felt the twisting deep inside her stomach. She pushed down against Susan's warm mouth and her back arched more and twisted, writhing in ecstacy and the twisting deep inside her stomach increased as Susans' mouth closed over hers and her tongue drove deep into Dalia's mouth.

Their stomachs pressed together each feeling the twisting inside the other and their mounds ground together, legs entwined, feet rubbed against feet, legs rubbed against legs and Susan rolled onto her back taking Dalia with her.

Dalia's hands closed over Susan's breasts, her fingers pinched Susan's nipples gently then harder and Dalia slid slowly down over Susan's body, tasting her skin and the saltiness and then her tongue found Susan's fold.

Never before in her life had she expected that it would feel this good beneath her tongue and the sounds and the images and the scents disappeared from her mind and were replaced with the scents and textures and images of Susan's golden skin and her tongue found it way to Susan's pearl. Hard yet soft and slippery and she felt Susan's back arch and her hips thrust up and heard a whimper escape Susan's lips and Dalia's tongue pushed inside, tasting Susan's passion.

She marveled in the taste, like what she had tasted on her own fingers but yet different. Sweet, salty, delicious and her tongue drove deeper. Susans' heels drew up digging into Dalia's back, holding her there, urging her on and Dalia slowly drove deeper then out. Then deeper again and with each thrust of her tongue Susan's hips rose and fell n perfect unison and Dalia's hands kneaded Susan's breasts and nipples. Her fingers unconsciously rolling them like brown diamonds.

A scream broke from Susan's throat and her stomach twisted inside and rolled, driving the passion down and out against Dalia's waiting mouth.

It was silent in the room. Even the air conditioner had paused. Her breathing was still. Dalia turned in the bed, drawing her pillow close to her, holding it gently and the ringing of the phone shattered the quiet… she struggled to reach it… “Hello” she intoned sleepily.

“Dalia? This is Susan Johanssen…”