I wake to the bright sunshine sneaking between the curtains in my luxurious hotel suite. I slowly open my eyes and savor my sexy recurring dream. In the dream, she writhes and pants aching for more. Her beautiful face exposes her passion as my tongue flicks over and in her sweet pussy. She cries out, bucking her hips, my fingers curling into her and pushing on her spot. Over and over, I play the dream out in my mind. Now my pussy, wet and achy, is seeking release. I tease my fingers over my clit, and start to play with my full breasts, nipples hardening.

The passage door to the adjoining suite opens and the object of my fantasy sweeps in the room smiling with coffee for both of us.

“How is it you look so fucking gorgeous first thing in the morning?” I ask laughing.

Smoothly removing my fingers from my pursuit, I inch up and fall back onto the delicious sheets and puffy pillows. It’s easier to admire her graceful entrance from sitting up. Everything about her, from how she sways her hips when she walks, to her smiling greeting in the morning is driving my passionate fantasies of her. She hands me the coffee, perfectly creamed and sweetened I’m certain, since we know each other well. She plops down next to me on the bed, and I wiggle up to kiss her cheek.

“Thank you, you are an angel from heaven,” I declare. I inhale the bittersweet rich aroma.

“You deserve this and so much more Mamacita…I will always take care of you,” she says with her usual captivating charm. Blowing on her coffee, she looks at me and continues, “So…today? What’s the plan?” she asks.

Our husbands are now gone on their portion of this ten-day trip for a heli-camping excursion. Elle and I are happily on our own for the next few days. Members at the same private beach club our paths crossed frequently, and we regularly met outside to hike the hot trails in Malibu with our dogs. Friendship continued blossoming between us while attending the same tri-weekly yoga classes and extended into a monthly book club and bi-monthly tutoring underachieving kids at an inner-city public school. We share similar values wanting to grow, continue to learn, and offer help as mature evolved women.

Of course, I would notice her. Everybody does. Her long mermaid brunette hair with flashes of cinnamon and red, her curvy petite figure with her flat stomach and full breasts demand attention. Her tattoo of a dragon along her side is only visible when she wears a bikini. I’m described as lovely too. Long blonde hair, tone and lean body and legs, and generous C cup breasts fill out my 5’5” frame. Both of us are fit and active, our time more our own since our children had just recently gone off to college.

“I was thinking just a shopping trip into town…maybe pick up a cute new bikini…. Or just something fun…what do you think?” I ask, sipping my coffee.

“Oh fantastic!” she replies. “And then we can lay out poolside in a cabana afterward and I can read my book with you.” She states, “I am loving my book but it’s a moody and scary story about a haunted house in Mexico.” She shivers. “It’s too scary to read by myself at night,” she says sheepishly.

I look at her and say sweetly, “If you get scared, you can always come read and fall asleep in here.”

We laugh and with our plans in place, I get out of bed, and stride to the bathroom. I sleep naked and feel thrilled that she now knows that fact. Seeing me as I move across the room I wonder if she observes the wet on the inside of my thighs. I feel a frisson of pleasure at the thought. She follows me as turn on the shower, brush my teeth and hair, and put my hair up in a ponytail.

“Oh, do you mind? I didn’t shower yet either…we can save water and time showering together! And housekeeping is already making up my room” she says as she slips her chemise over her head, drops it to the floor, and gets in the shower. In California, water conservation is always a concern.

I hesitate for a moment. Really? Is this my chance? When I see her wet, tan, and warm body under the water it is too good to be true. I’m so nervous but I don’t want to let the moment pass without getting a little closer.

Loving her charming spontaneous nature, I follow her in. I don’t want to read too much into her showering with me, so I stay light and relaxed. I know she means it only as a shower; nothing besides just getting clean and ready together faster and well, water conservation, and her room is getting serviced. Giving her lush bottom a playful spank to move her over I turn on the additional showerheads and sprayer…dousing us both with warm water from all 3 walls. Although I want to feel her body, I keep my distance. For now. How can I be clever about this?

Pouring a generous amount of the shower gel in my hands I tentatively brush my hands across her shoulders and down her back. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at me. I lather up her back, stroking down her bottom, a risky move on my part. Her body moves in a way that thrills me. I breathe slowly trying to stay calm. My heart is slamming in my chest and my pussy is certainly dripping down my leg.

Laughing she spins around, saying “I’ll do your back now!” Too quickly I give up the pleasure of touching her.

I turn around and smile over my shoulder back at her now. Wanting to feel her breasts pushed up against my back I step back into her. She slaps my behind and pushes me forward to lean against the glass.

She teases me whispering in my ear, “You’re a dirty girl!”

We both laugh out loud. Catching her reflection in the mirror across from us, I feel captivated by the look on her face as she washes my back. I check my breathing again and wonder what she is thinking. I relax into her hands lathering my back and shoulders. Her touches are firm and about getting me clean. I let her take her time, savoring her touch regardless. In the mirror, I see her reflection as she finishes. Her expression is confused. I don’t say anything and work to avoid her noticing me watching her. In this moment I feel awkward, and I think she does too. Our touching each other naked and wet felt so good to me. But is she feeling weird because of that? She reaches for my razor to touch up her legs, sitting on the shower bench for better access. Her tone and tan legs glow and end with sweet, pedicured feet like mine.

I look at her biting my lip. Her foot is pulled up on the bench as she touches up her upper thigh, the razor gliding on her skin. Her pussy is beautifully bare, and clearly lasered like mine. Just a little landing strip remaining. Shaving is so 1990 after all.

Suddenly conscious I might be staring, I turn around. My face burns pink. My hands grasp my breasts, lathering and caressing them. Fuck I am so aroused. I want to get on my knees in front of her, push her legs apart, and have her on my tongue. Instead, I spin in the water and complete my rinsing. Finished, I hurriedly step out of the shower, and I grab towels for each of us. I place one for her on the hook within reach.

Wrapping the towel around my waist after I dry my upper body, I take the Aqua di Parma lotion from the resort and start to apply it to my arms, chest, and body. I peek at her in the mirror, still in the shower, biting my lip. She doesn’t see me. Again, I feel my pussy, achy and wet with arousal. She reaches behind herself and cleans up the back of her legs with the razor. Her body shifts sensuously, and my moan escapes her notice because of the water still drumming on her.

Fuck me! I want her. But will she want me? I don’t want to ruin our friendship! I’ve never felt so uncertain of myself and how to get what I want.

She steps out of the shower, grabs the towel, and darts back to her room.

“Be right back!” she splutters over her shoulder. “I’m just getting changed!”

Following my skin routine then applying mascara and tinted moisturizer I am conscious of wanting to look pretty and smell good when I’m with her. Enticing even. I’m wearing a cute and slightly revealing romper that my sexy kitten heel sandals finish off perfectly. I look sexy and cute. It’s my style and I hope she finds it appealing. Enticingly appealing, I reflect, laughing at myself. I head toward the door that joins our rooms. I’m ready to explore this deepening attraction and lust I have for my friend. I just don’t know how.

In her room, I can smell the candle she lit, Le Labo Santal. It’s an intoxicating and sensual scent. I pause on the bed as she finishes putting on a slash of purple lipstick, a fun shade for a fun lady. She holds out her necklace to me and asks, “Please, help me? I have a hard time after I put on lotion.”

I stand and she gives me the necklace. Facing her with my hands wrapped around her neck, I link the clasp. Smiling, I give her a quick kiss on the lips, surprising us both. Her eyes light up in laughter.

“Ah! You got my lipstick on your lips!” she says. “C’mere, lemme clean you up!”

We laugh together and I roll my eyes. She dabs at my mouth with a tissue. “Much better!” she says giggling. “It’s SO not your shade.”

“Let’s go!” I say. “I want to find something fun,” I state casually. “And then a yummy lunch after we walk around.”

“Sounds perfect!” she replies eagerly.

Feeling somewhat off-center from being so aroused and not finding release in bed this morning, I wiggle my bottom around as we step out into the sunshine and down the steps to the boulevard. This weekend the foot traffic is light. Everyone is likely at the beach for the day.

We stroll for a bit, chatting unreservedly. Our conversation is light and fun and falls into sex.

“OMG that sounds so incredible!” I crow.

“I know,” she responds, animated. “I never thought he would be into wanting to eat my ass, but I swear, it was so hot and felt sooo good!” she whispers. She draws me close and links our arms. I blink rapidly and my body shivers with the vision of her on all fours, mewling in pleasure. We stop and enter an elegant looking boutique. Beautiful things are displayed artfully in the window.

"This store looks promising, and the story even more promising,” I say. “So, tell me the rest,” I plead. More mental images swirl in my imagination adding to my repertoire of fantasies of her. My pulse increases and I think I can smell my own arousal.

The store is decorated dreamily in creams and beiges. An enormous fresh and incredibly fragrant flower arrangement of White Star Lilly and Tuberose is on a table in the center of the room. We walk arm in arm, and music, Post Malone’s Circles, floats around us.

“He was, without a doubt the most incredible masseuse ever, and I might be persuaded to share him with you,” she says winking conspiratorially.

“Share him, huh?” I ask. I eagerly think that through. What a stunning sexual encounter that could be!

“Do..do..you mean that?” I stammer. I’m imagining us in a threesome now. Oh my God. I need to get my fingers in my pussy soon.

“Oh yeah! I will totally give you his number!” she responds casually. She runs her hand through some sundresses hanging against the wall.

“Ah, I see, ok,” I respond just as casually, despite being crestfallen.

“Oh my God! You thought I meant…” she doesn’t finish her sentence.

I don’t look at her. I act totally absorbed with handling some sexy bikinis hanging against the wall. If she can’t see my face, she won’t be able to read my disappointment.

“Hmmm, what was that babe?” I ask vaguely, pretending to not have been paying attention.

“Nothing sweet,” Elle replies.

“Oh! That is cute! Do you have my size?” Elle asks the salesgirl.

The young lady sports a nose ring and an attitude. She is quite attractive with an athletic slender body and cropped bleached hair. She is dressed in a sexy dress that, no doubt, cost a fortune.

“Let me see?” the salesgirl says. She swaggers over to Elle with an unusual amount of conceit.

The salesgirl eyed us when we walked in, observing us, but leaving us to ourselves. Without any hesitation she places her hands on Elle’s hips and slides them up and down along her sides, assuming to get a better sense of Elle’s proportions.

We smile at one another and realize this salesgirl is looking to get a feel! My mouth falls open with laughter, at the same time Elle’s mouth does the same. The door rings as another customer walks in. The salesgirl turns and smiles to greet the new woman entering and drops her hands from Elle’s body immediately.

Smiling at Elle she says, “I think I have just the thing for you! You’re going to love it!” She steps away to the back of the store to find what she has in mind to show Elle.

Elle and I crack up laughing when we see the other “customer” take the salesgirl’s hand and move into the back. We see them kiss passionately as they slink into a hallway that blocks our view.

“Phew!” Elle exclaims. More quietly she adds, “Is it hot in here, or what?! I gotta say this is a unique store…and I love it!”

We giggle together as the fragrance of flowers, great balanced lighting, and the music playing creates a dreamy environment while we shop. We hear panting and moaning coming from the back and raise our eyebrows at one another. I grab Elle’s hand and pull her closer to where we hear the other women clearly having sex. We stand transfixed listening to the women. We don’t speak or look at one another. But the moment is blindingly intimate.

We hear one of them cry out. Impassioned thumps and grunts slow to what sounds like an achingly divine finish. Pulling Elle to the exit she stays my retreat, and grins.

“I like hearing it, it’s really…” Elle quietly states.

I nod my head, also grinning. “It is sexy and honestly, I wish we could have seen them together,” I whisper. Elle looks surprised, but then turns away before I can see what she thinks of my admission.

Oh no! I want to shrink thinking I freaked her out or turned her off. I duck my chin down and pull my ponytail out to allow my hair to cover my blushing cheeks. Elle takes my chin in her hand and shakes her head, indicating to me not to be embarrassed. A long sigh escapes me.

The song Ignition floats throughout the otherwise now quiet room. We look into one another’s eyes deeply, and the energy between us crackles with something new, and exciting. I breathe deeply and attempt to calm myself but it doesn’t work. This exchange happens so quickly. But I feel it, and so does Elle.

She releases my chin, and playfully swats me on the ass while passing by me to keep looking around as the other women return from the back. Our tension quickly evaporates. The salesgirl holds the bikini that Elle asked for, and a few others. “It’s so cute! It will look great!” I exclaim.

Elle strides over to the salesgirl and takes just the one bikini to go try on. I continue looking through the store. I’m more than eager to see Elle in the bikini but want some distraction from my arousal. That moment we just had. I squeeze my legs together at one point. Gathering my thoughts, I replay what just happened with us. I felt it, and so did Elle. Some energetic line was broken through and a brush of…real desire…pulsed between us.

I hear the Missoni chevron design curtain get pushed back and Elle is framed in the entry. Of course, she is breathtaking. I walk towards her, feigning a critical eye for appearances. My index finger is on my upper lip, tapping. She looks smoking hot, and she knows it. We smile at one another at the same time in the mirror. I raise an eyebrow, and I spin my finger so she turns around so I can see the back. Holy shit! The rear is gathered in the center in a smocked fashion and reveals the most enticing ass to perfection.

Feeling bold, I trace my fingers into and along the leg openings almost down to the gusset. Then along the top against her lower back. Her skin responds with goosebumps rising. Again, I breathe slowly and feign my touching her as being driven by a critical eye. I look up in the mirror at her, and smile, declaring, “This is awesome, and you look amazing babe!” She lets out her breath and spins around to face me, giggling.

“I think so too! I feel amazing!” she replies. She gives me a quick hug.

I laugh and notice the salesgirl watching us while standing next to her other “customer”. The salesgirl strokes the other woman’s behind in a proprietary way. I raise my eyebrows and she smirks, looking away while whispering in her lover’s ear.

Elle & I finish our business at the boutique and continue to shop and laugh. I find a gorgeous cocktail dress along with a sexy embroidered and sheer bra, pantie, and garter lingerie set. Our lunch is brief, and our conversation doesn’t stray into our exchange at the boutique or to discuss what we heard and observed. It seems strange to me, but I don’t bring it up, and neither does Elle.

Back at the resort, we agree to meet down at the poolside cabana. We split up to go to our rooms to change our clothes. I need relief, however. Now. Before changing into my bathing suit, I take off my clothes and stand naked in front of the mirror. I start to tease my nipples. My full C cup breasts ache as I pull and pinch. I watch as my face and body start to heat up, flushing pink. Gathering momentum, one of my hands traces a soft path down my smooth abs to my small landing strip. I tug at it and slip further down to my pussy.

It’s no surprise that I’m wet. Aching since Elle swept into my room this morning, I slip my fingers back and forth through my folds, the tempo increasing, a small moan escaping my lips. My pussy hungers for release as I tease over my clit, feeling it hot, responsive, and ready. Legs quivering, I watch transfixed, as I bring myself so so close to cumming. My breasts tremble and I feel the buildup to my orgasm moving through my body. Crying out, I feel and see my pussy pulse on my fingers in the mirror as I cum hard.

I grunt in satisfaction and my body slumps briefly. Hell, I needed that! My fingers are soaked, and I take a small taste. MMM…like salted watermelon. I look up in the mirror and grin. I turn to the bathroom to clean up, get changed and go down to the pool to finally meet Elle.

She sits under the cabana in her new purchase, looking hot as fuck. As I approach, I appreciate her loveliness. She looks serene and peaceful. A welcoming softness surrounds her. The cabana is set up and a towel is laid out for me, so I recline on the lounge next to her. I spray some fragrant sunscreen on, and smooth it over my skin casually, noticing her looking at me over her book.

She smirks and inquires, “What took you so long…hmmm?” Grinning I don’t respond and just lay all the way back. I want to let her conjure her own ideas about my delay. I want her to build up to some compelling fantasies of her own. Just maybe they will be about us.

We relax together easily, enjoying our quiet companionship. Our quiet is punctuated by an observation here or there about nothing consequential. I turn over onto my stomach continuing to read. She gets up and stands above me and without a word she unties the strings of my bikini. The top falls open slightly and exposes the sides of my breasts. She brushes my long blonde hair over my shoulder with delicate fingertips. Applying sunscreen to her hands she expertly strokes over my back and shoulders, and I sigh gratefully.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Continuing down along my back, her hands smooth over the exposed sides of my breasts. My breath catches, and I feel my pussy twitch. Down her hands glide further, and her fingers peek into my bikini bottoms. And just in the same way mine did to hers in the boutique dressing room when she was trying on her bikini, I feel her fingertips peek into my bottoms. I listen carefully and hear her breathing get a bit ragged. I wiggle my bottom a little, teasing her.

Her hands glide up and down my tone tan legs to reach just up by my pussy. She hesitates for a moment, and then I feel her brush my lips, so gently, as the lotion is applied to the underside of my cheeks and further in. I widen my legs and I close my eyes. She smacks my bottom and returns to her recliner. I look at her, but she avoids my eyes. This is so confusing!

As the sun begins to cool down, and the afternoon light glows on us, the heat is still pervasive. We are in no rush to cover up or move indoors. But it is getting close to time to get ready for dinner.

Gathering our things, we chat as we go up to our rooms. Our tan bodies are glowing and warm. I sneeze, and she offers me a “bless you” as the doors of the elevator snick open on our floor. Walking down the hallway, we decide to dine on the balcony of our joined suites since we have an impressive view of the ocean, and the moonlight over it. The balcony is beautifully appointed with teak chairs and table, extravagant and plentiful fluffy cushions, elaborate potted plants, and romantic lighting. It isn’t private, as it has a glass guard wall, and we are only two flights up.

I shower and wash my hair, blowing it dry to get the water out and smooth it. It’s healthy and shiny and I toss it over my shoulder leaving it to cascade down my back. I go to get my new dress. Feeling so aroused today I decide to go for it and put my new fuck me lingerie underneath and slip my dress on over it. Moisturizer, mascara, lip gloss, and of course I finish with my signature scent Maison Louis Marie No. 9. Elle loves it, I know.

She wanders onto the balcony and stands next to me. In a friendly gesture, I put my arm around her shoulder and see she is wearing a sexy dress too. I have sensual music streaming on Spotify adding to our gorgeous environment here tonight. Perfect for a seduction I pray.

We both start to talk at the same time about ordering food and share a laugh. Standing together, our bodies just barely touching we consider the menu. All my senses are heightened by Elle’s proximity. Again, that electricity vibrates through me. I move away, nervous, and I place our orders on the phone in my room. I rejoin her on the balcony, sitting at the table.

We gaze over the moonlit ocean, the sand shadowed leading up to the water. Saying a quick prayer, I reach over and take her hand. She looks at me, her eyes shining and lovely. I blurt out nervously, “Dinner will be here in 20 minutes, love.” She snorts, and I laugh also breaking up our subtle tension with humor.

We continue to hold hands, sipping our sparkling water and I start to talk.

“I think you know, but in case you haven’t really put it together, I was really turned on by what happened in that boutique today,” I state calmly.

“Oh? And what did it do to you?” she asks.

I squeeze her hand and let go. Looking out over the beach I stand up and walk over to the guard rail and I lean over it slightly. My hips sway back and forth to the song Your Body Is a Wonderland as I consider what to say and how to say it. I am so nervous, and I can’t look at her. Blood is rushing inconveniently through my body sparking the low burning fire.

She pushes her chair back, and comes to stand next to me, her hand stroking my back. The evening is perfect. The beautifully lit and designed balcony, the fragrant flowers potted nearby, the moonlight and music. And us, sexily dressed. For just each other. A charge ignites in this moment.

Just then our food arrives. It seems our timing isn’t so perfect, but that’s ok I think. Always better to discuss potential big plans and not be hungry. After answering the door, we sit again at the table to get served. We eat, although I can’t remember what I ordered and don’t know if I can taste anything.

Finishing more quickly than we usually would, Elle puts her fork down, wipes her mouth, and looks at me.

“Tell me more about what happened to you at the bikini boutique, babe,” she says. She winks at me and continues, “How about that for alliteration?!” We laugh together.

I catch my breath and reply, “Oh, very good, dear.” I roll my eyes. We laugh again.

After a moment I stumble and rush ahead saying “So, here’s the thing, I was super turned on…and I was already feeling…vulnerable…from how we admitted to getting turned on because of what we saw and heard in the store…and here is the hard part to tell you…I’ve developed new feelings for you. I’ve been afraid to tell you because I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

She takes my hand again, soft and cool to the touch. “I know that was so hard to tell me. And to be honest, I was scared to admit those same feelings, of being turned on, to you as well!” she says. She gently continues speaking, “I’ve noticed the longer looks, and more frequent touches from you…and my own feelings are still unclear to me.”

I look at her, trying to not cry, wondering what is coming next. “You are so wonderful, a spark of fire in my life,” she declares. “I don’t want to lose our friendship either and I feel a growing attraction too, but I sense we have to really explore our chemistry to know for sure,” she says.

She stands up immediately and pulls me to my feet in front of her. Our breasts are touching. It feels so good. I’ve stopped breathing while looking at her soft mouth wanting to see what she does next. Her fingertips move up and down my arms, sending a scintillating shiver through me. My nipples are bullet hard as she reaches up and along my neck to take my face in her hands to kiss me.

A small and sweet thing, our lips touching with intention for the first time. Then the melting of her mouth on mine as our lips glide over each other’s elicits a soft sigh from us both at the same time. We pull apart for a moment to look at one another and grin. Our eyes are locked and full of something new. I feel like I’ve caught my first wave surfing. Riding an untamed energy that is entirely enthralling and catapulting me into a sublime state of arousal.

My hands are now on her hips and sliding behind her. Long, deep, and slow kisses connect us with sensual grace. As our tongues dance, and our lips glide we heat together. The length of our bodies touching as we press into one another. On the balcony we are swaying to D’Angelo How Does It Feel. I could care less if anyone sees us out here on the balcony and neither does she. Her hands now moving from my face to my breasts, she caresses and pulls on my nipples. I moan quietly at her familiarity with my body. We’ve talked about our turn-ons together before, but this is the 4th dimension of arousal. Our kisses are deepening, and I feel her smile as my hands start to pull at her dress to lift it over her head.

Over her shoulder, as we break from kissing, I see a man and a woman standing and watching us from the walkway below. They are watching us and kissing too. I smile and wave a few fingers at them as I pull off Elle’s dress and immediately dip my head to her breast. She is glorious and naked. I toss her dress over the chair as I get my hands on her breasts to caress, suck, and gently bite her nipples.

Her head falls back as she explores my body with her hands. I feel her tracing words on my back. I ask, “What do you want to tell me?”

I hear her smile as she says, “You are so beautiful.”

I raise my head from her breasts and gaze at her with my eyes shiny. I kiss her, my lips sliding over hers, and whisper, “You are, love.”

Elle lowers the zipper on the back of my dress slowly and sits on her heels in front of me to gather it from where it falls by my feet. I step out of it a foot at a time. Yes, still in my heels. She remains there, and I stroke my hand through her hair, soft and beautiful. She grazes her nose along my mons, inhaling my scent and my pussy flutters.

Elle now notices the couple below watching us. “What about them?” she says. She nods in their direction.

“What about them? I say. “It’s kind of hot to have an audience, don’t you think?” I assert. We both got how hot it was to see and hear the women at the boutique today. And in a moment, at our shared recollection at the same time, we grin at each other.

“Tis.” she says. She giggles and stands up next to me.

She twirls her finger around so that I make a turn in my fuck me lingerie and heels for her. I snicker recollecting how I made her do it for me earlier today. I really don’t mind this payback. I make a 180-degree turn and leave my back to her and sway my hips. She moves closer to me now and reaches for my breasts from behind me as I face out. Kissing down my neck and my spine, she simultaneously pulls down the cup of my bra exposing my nipples, and plays with them. My ass gyrates into Elle now and my legs get shaky. Both our breathing gets more rapid as we burn next to each other.

She pulls her hands back and slips my bra straps off my shoulders and undoes the back. My beautiful bra falls to the floor, and I spin to face her. I take her face with one hand, my index finger tracing her bottom lip. So kissable. I put my finger in her mouth to suck for a moment and I tease my other hand along her abdomen and down to her soft mons.

I am so aroused. For months I’ve been thinking about just this moment. Her skin is smooth and warm. So much better than I imagined. Her scent promises a tantalizing dessert after a dinner I could barely taste. My now wet fingers dip between her pussy lips and push in, exploring her soft heat. She moans quietly, and this assures me she wants more.

We kiss each other more roughly now. Our eagerness and desire driving the increasing intensity. My fingers continue to move back and forth and in sweet circles. She widens her legs for me to keep going but I pull my fingers out briefly because I need a taste of her. My sigh is audible when I get it. She is nectar. Deliciously intoxicating.

I lower down and sitting on my heels I pull her leg over my shoulder. She holds my head as I slip my tongue through her folds for our pleasure.

She rakes her fingers into my hair, pulling me to her, deeper into her pussy. Our flow is so sensual, my tongue eager and her responses erotically charged. Her clit engorged and pink for me, I lash it with my tongue, wanting to taste her most essential sweetness.

Her orgasm is close, as her legs start to quiver. I delve into her with my fingers and tease them across her tight rose and back into her pussy. I push and explore to find her sweet spot while rasping at her clit relentlessly. I take tiny bites with my lips next and follow with my tongue continuing to lash at her clit. Her hands tighten on my head, and she shudders hard. I feel her pussy contracting on my fingers and I start to moan, the sound sending vibrations into her quivering cunt.

I could not be more aroused. My juices are running down my leg and I am desperate to cum now too. I move her leg from my shoulder and stand in front of her, my face coated and shiny. She grabs me and kisses me hungrily.

I push our dishes out of the way and I sit on the edge of the table as she slides my soaking wet sexy panties off.

Just in garters and high heels I push back and sit. She draws a chair back to the table to sit in front of me. Elle looks up at me and winks saying, “I’m going to make a meal out of you babe.”

Leaning back on my elbows, I bring my feet to the tabletop. “Be my guest,” I growl my reply. Her fingers spread my pussy open for tasting and her angle for the task is perfect. I watch as she dips her tongue into me, savoring, sucking, licking. My hips buck up delicately to meet her exploration. Slipping through my folds she penetrates my pussy with one then two and finally three fingers.

Twisting and searching with her fingers to look for my sweet spot as her lips pinch my clit in her mouth. My heart is hammering in my chest, and a guttural moan escapes my mouth. I’m stroking her hair while she continues to nibble on my clit in the most extraordinary way. My words of praise are inadequate to her technique, but my body responds with a gush and flood of energy and juices that drive my loud and ragged cries of passion. I cum hard and spectacularly, like never before.

My elbows flatten out and I fall back entirely. She stands up and leans over to kiss me, her face now glistening with my essence. We kiss, softly, but still with a guiding hunger.

Elle helps me to sit up and holds me. We share a moment of quiet, looking into one another’s eyes. I stand and then holding hands, we walk into her suite to continue our evening. Just us. We continue playing, laughing, teasing, and pleasuring each other and ourselves into oblivion throughout the night. As I watch her sleep now and I feel an overwhelming lightness inside. We are discovering this new place in ourselves and our friendship and our blooming sexual relationship. What a magnificent adventure.

Just like the sunshine that sneaks into every morning, our lovemaking happened in an organic and inevitable way. We found our way to each other, and the sunshine lights our path.