©   1998,   GinSue
page by WildKarma / Jilli

FRIENDS

by:   Susan McWhorter

aka ginsue

On a hot and humid afternoon two friends strolled along a sandy beach,   stepping out into the surf every now and then to cool off and splash water on each other.  ; Their clothes had gotten wet by now and you could not help but notice their breasts against the damp material,   nipples proud and hard.   They began to giggle as each noticed the others chest.

They continued on along the beach until they spied a surf-side lounge,   and ran under its roof out of the sun.   They had barely entered the lounge when they noticed heads turning in their direction,  ;even in the dim light of the lounge it was clear to see that they were wet and their hard nipples where peeking thru the thin gause of their shirts... which they had tied up in front so that they barely covered their breasts. The wrap around skirts they had on were also wet and it was very clear that they wore nothing underneath.  

The two went to a far corner booth and sat down on the same side placing their feet on the booth seats across from them in the dimly lit corner.   They ordered drinks and slowly sucked on them from their straws.   Both women seemed consumed only with the other.

Men,   handsome men, moved around the room,   trying to steal better views of these two women.  ; Many of them stopped at the booth and spoke to these two,   but all they recieved was a hand,   raised in the air and then swept thru the air as a silent command.   They intended to be left alone.   The one on the inside had moved her hand over onto her friends lap ..and from where it rested she could very easily slip her hand under the material of her friends wrap-around.

A very soft sigh arose from that dimmly lit corner so soft that only the two friends could hear. The one on the outside leaned her head over and down and resting her head just a second against her friends chest brushed the shirt aside and planted a kiss on her friends breast. The other took her free hand and brought it to the base of her friends neck,   and as she did she tilted her head back and leaning forward placed her mouth on her friends and kissed her passionately.

The two women walked quietly along the beach that lead back to their ocean-view rental that they had taken for the summer. They had fallen quiet after leaving the bar, each lost in her own thoughts. Neither wanting to talk and break the trance they found themselves in.

When they neared the cottage the darkhaired one ran and unlocked, but as the redhead neared the front door, she stopped and her eyes drifted towards the ocean. She turned and walked out to the edge of the beach and there in the moonlight she undressed.

Her friend stood on the porch and watched as she walked out into the surf. The water was still warm and she swam out as far as she felt safe doing and then headed back into the shoreline. As she neared it she saw her friend standing, naked on the shore. She stood up and walked out onto the beach.

Her friend reached out her hand and led her across the beach a ways to where there was a blanket spread out on the dry sand. There the two turned to face each other and quickly, quietly slipped into each others arms. Eager mouths opened up to more eager prying tounges,   hands wandered up and down arms and legs,   across backs. The only sound breaking the silence were the muted moans of the two friends.

Lowering themselves to the blanket they stretched out side by side,while hands still roamed along the others' curves. The darkheaded one lifted herself up on one elbow and leaned over her friend and planted a line of tiny kisses along her ribcage, she traced her fingertips along the outside of her friends legs and back up the insides, at the upper thigh she let her hand rest,and reach up to cover her friends mouth with her own. Her friend took her deep into her mouth and kissed her passionately. The redhead pushed her friend back gently and sitting up the laid the her back onto the blanket. She sat at her side and suddenly seeing a bottle of oil laying across the blanket reached across her friend to grab for it.   As she did her breasts were just inches away from her friends mouth.

With bottle in hand she went to move back,   but as she did she felt wet, waiting lips open suck in her nipple, a shiver ran thru her and trembling she sat back pulling free of her friends lips. She sat at the side of her friend and poured the oil into her palm.Then she began to rub the oil all over her firend, her chest, belly, legs,   working the oil up and down and all over her firend until there was not a spot not touched by her fingers or oil. The friend had become excited by the touches, and had been running her own hands all over herself and had begun running them over her friend.

Hands became tools of desire and each friend was like a fine tuned tool, reaching and finding hidden places each one on the other, hot tounges and wet mouths probed and explored the other. Passions, building, moans that had once been muted let way to squeals of unbrided lust and desire. Every action bringing on a reaction, until the two were wildly, passionately, intertwined together, wet with sweat, wet with lust, wet with their own and each others sweet juices.