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“Shh,” I motioned, in an over-exaggerated style as Andrea tried and failed to close the sliding patio door quietly. “You’ll wake the whole house.”

It was gone midnight. But the three of us creased with laughter at the thought of our friends giving us a midnight bollocking. We had agreed we needed to be quiet coming in from the hot-tub. But straight away Louise’s mock Mission Impossible style walk set a comical tone and I knew we might as well give up now. Especially as we tottered along the decking, precariously trying to carry too many towels, cocktail glasses, our phones and goodness knows what else.

“They’ll all be awake with Kerry’s snoring anyway,” Andrea said. She maybe thought she was whispering but I was pretty sure she could be heard through the double glazing of even the next door lodge.

“Well … they kind of deserve it for going to bed early and ditching us if you ask me, Amy.” These words had scarcely left Louise’s lips before she slipped on the wet tiles. She then proceeded to almost do the splits yet miraculously not drop her glass. At this we were all set off once again, bent double giggling.

The other year, one of the girls got me a fridge magnet which I have at home. It says “Some people just make you feel better when you’re around them. They’re sunshine for your soul and medicine for your mind.” It’s a bit naff but sometimes I love that kind of crap. There are six of us in the group. We all went to college together and last year we all turned forty. We still get together regularly but we try and do one of these bigger excursions twice a year where we book a lodge or something. Usually a long weekend. It’s always proper good fun and leaves me feeling relaxed and ready to go back to the mundanity of a nine-to-five office manager job. I think it’s safe enough to guess that the others all feel the same way, although we don’t generally do soppy or emotional most of the time.

We managed to get our acts together enough to climb the stairs relatively quietly. The upstairs was in complete silence with just a shaft of moonlight from the skylight giving the landing a bluish hue. The stairs were lit well enough for me to be greeted with my reflection in the full length mirror halfway up. On seeing my myself I paused, reflecting firstly that I would not put a mirror there for one second if this plush place was mine. The other half of my brain, the hypercritical part, had to acknowledge that the gym and better diet was paying off after last year’s divorce.

“Night night,” Andrea said as she peeled off into the twin room that she was sharing with Kerry. Louise repeated the farewell and headed for the room that she and I were sharing at the end of the corridor.

“Yikes, we really did win the lottery when it came to room allocations!” I whispered to my roommate. The king-size bed, heaps of space and lavish en-suite were a welcome sight at such a late hour. Louise didn’t reply but I heard her giggle slightly as she headed for the bathroom. Her walk was steady enough but I had known her for enough years to know that light tinkle of a laugh was her ever-so-slightly tipsy one.

Instantly, I heard the shower spurt into life. A risky move at this time of night. Especially if Kerry ended up being disturbed and on the warpath. Lou will be in for the look of death at breakfast if she’s not careful, I thought. Still, the chance to dry myself and change in private was welcome. On the road trip down we had promised that we would mix it up and do plenty of different activities while we had the chance together. But our first afternoon and evening had been a bit of a statement of intent. Most of us had hardly moved from between the spa jets. My skin had definitely got that fuzzy thing going on from being in the water too long. Worth it for the chilled, zen feel though. I peeled my navy, floral swimsuit off and hung it to dry, switching it for a warmed towel from the radiator.

Either one of us or the housekeeping staff before had left the window open. It had been hot when we arrived but now I felt the chill of the night air as I dabbed myself dry. My nipples felt it too, stiffening to two taut little bullets as soon as they were exposed. I winced as I covered them with the bath sheet. They were walking that fine tightrope between discomfort and arousal which they can so often occupy when hard. I smoothed them flat under the towel and dipped behind the curtain so that I could shut the window. Beyond was the thick, dark blanket which the nighttime gives the landscape out in the countryside. No one would be out there to see or bother me. But back in the bathroom I heard the shower shut off and the scrape of the cubicle door sliding open.

Fortunately, I could be quick as I had managed to keep my blonde hair dry. I hurried to dry the rest of myself off and fumbled in my open case for something to put on for bed. Knowing it would still be too warm for full PJ’s, I settled on a cotton vest (one with the secret support built in) and a thong. aksaray escort After hanging the towel back, I killed the room’s main pendant light and practically dived under the covers as I heard bare, wet footsteps moving around in the en-suite. Despite having trimmed my figure this year, I have always been a fan of privacy – even around someone who I have known for decades and feel completely at ease around. Besides, I could feel the need for sleep washing over me.

Louise must have messed around in there for quite a while. I think I had begun to doze because when the bathroom door creaked open, the shaft of light made me frown and shield my eyes. For god’s sake woman, is this really the hour for the beauty regime?

Just as my sight adjusted, the light clicked off and the room descended back into darkness. But just as it did, her figure was highlighted in the door frame. Has she got a bra on to come to bed? I remember thinking. Who does that to go to sleep in? But another wave of sleepiness enveloped me and I ceased caring.

I stirred again. I find it really disorientating trying to fall asleep when tipsy. Was it a few seconds later or a few minutes? The mattress moved as Louise pulled the cover back and climbed into the bed which we would be sharing for a few nights. For a lithe girl, I remember that she has always been about as considerate getting into bed as the biggest oaf of a man you could date. How does she do that? It had been years since I had bunked with her though. In fact not often, since we had sleepovers back in the day, with maybe some random mutual friend’s hen do in between.

My aimless pondering and dreamlike state were shattered when I realised that Louise wasn’t about to lay down and face the opposite doorway, as per unspoken bed-sharing etiquette. No. Instead, she lay right down next to me and put her arm around me. What the hell?

“Lou?” I asked.

“Mmm?” she responded in a tone which seemed as far away with the fairies as I had been a few seconds before.

“You alright?” I said with a chuckle. I was giving her the benefit of the doubt for invading my space. She might have been so far gone that she thought I was her ex or maybe even some guy she met up with on the quiet. But I really didn’t think that she had even had that much to drink.

“Mmm,” she agreed breezily.

“You know it’s not a single bed we were given, right? That we can … make use of the space we have?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said with a little yawn. “I just want a snuggle with my bestie first.”

Again I chuckled slightly. Bless her. A hug might be nice. It was cold still after all and it’s not like any of the others could see to relentlessly take the piss out of us. As though she could read my thoughts to be some kind of telepathic consent, Louise pressed herself deeper into the back of me and wrapped an arm across my stomach in a full embrace.

“Okay that’s … okay,” I whispered. Awkward.

I must have dozed again. After a while I stirred as Lou moved, the warmth of her breath now a soothing little glow on the back of my shoulder blades. Once I had accepted the presumptuous embrace, her movements punctuated my rest in quite a relaxing way. She rubbed her hand over my tummy, even giving me a gentle squeeze. Strangely, this was something which would have earned any one of my ex partners a swift slap away. Or at least a polite no thanks. Yet, she seemed to get a hall pass somehow. Perhaps it was the fact that we had earned that kind of ‘no-holds-barred’ comfort in each other’s presence over many years. Maybe it was the alcohol. Yeah, it could be that. But either way I felt content. Warm inside. Beneath my vest though I became aware that my nipples were hard. Still? Again? Was it that cold or just the unfamiliarity of a hand. A touch. I realised that I was rubbing my legs together absentmindedly. Perhaps to keep myself warm or … contentment?

Without me even noticing, Louise’s hand was actually moving up inside my top now. Was she touching the bottom of my breast? My lips parted to utter a protest but what escaped was a gentle sigh. The contact was unexpected. Inappropriate even. But nice. Her hand was steady as it pushed up and moved the build in support of my top aside. She knew what she was doing and it was clearly not just “a snuggle” which was on her agenda.

“Err … Lou what are you -” I gasped as her thumb and forefinger found my right nipple. It was a soft squeeze. Barely even a pinch. But it felt heavenly, even through my Saturday night cocktail haze. In the year-plus that I had been single, I had barely been touched. There had been too much to think about to find time for men. But in the moment the touch of one of my oldest friends was welcome.

Louise’s breath was coming a little faster against the nape of my neck. Encouraged by my sighs and the lack of any real protest, she pinched my areola that little bit harder and then moved her hand hungrily across to cup the fullness amasya escort of my other boob.

“Ohh,” I breathed gently. Her quick little breaths on my neck evolved into gentle kisses beneath my messy ponytail. With the flat of her hand she scooped my willing frame into what was left of the gap between us, rolling me onto my back.

She smiled as familiar friendly eyes searched my face. “Are you okay?” she asked, seeking my approval to continue.

“I … are you sure we should do this? Will it be weird after?”

With a light shake of her head she kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were cashmere. Over the years we had sat up late talking countless times. We had laughed, cried and cooked together. Consoled one another through the loss of pets. Been to graduations. Almost anything you could name from the pivotal to the mundane. And not once had it crossed my mind that her lips might feel like this pressed into mine.

It was Louise’s turn to breathe heavily as she pulled back. “I have wanted to do that for so long,” she sighed.

“You have?” I replied, dumbfounded that we had been at such cross-purposes.

By way of answering she lifted me and pulled my vest over my head. I realised that she had indeed put a bra on, quite a nice black and gold one as well. Had she put some effort into her choice just for me – to do this? As well as her dark eyes, she was known for her beautiful tousled brown hair. It had always looked cute but tonight, in this situation that she had created, it took on a different light. She looked really sexy.

With my vest out of the way, Louise set her full lips to finish what her fingertips had started. Her tongue danced and flicked across my hard nipples, licking hungrily.

“Oh,” I sighed. Already I could feel a hot wet line inside my thong. Deep in the pit of my stomach I could feel a very sudden and real electric pulse beginning to grow. A tangible shudder passed through my entire body. After months of being indifferent towards sex of any kind, I was taken aback at how sharp my arousal was. Her tongue felt so soft against the swollen nub in the centre of my tit. I gasped again, louder as she took the other one between her fingers.

She met my gaze as she realised that my eyes were fixed on her cleavage. Needing no encouragement, she pinged the clasp of the bra open and let it slide away to reveal her luscious chest. I guess hers had always looked maybe a cup size smaller than mine. But in the half light they looked round and pert in a way which they had no right to on a forty year old. She pressed the flesh at the top of her decolletage so that the right one lifted towards me in invitation. I realised I was shaking slightly as I reached out and took her boob in my hand. I cupped it. Squeezed it. Explored her soft flesh and fresh urges which I never knew I had in me before.

Louise closed her eyes, her face looked aglow with equal parts celebration as a fantasy was fulfilled and pure arousal. She returned to sucking my nipple, with more intensity this time. Her lips worked the swollen nub as though she was possessed. But as her mouth worked, her hand glided down to my now drenched panties. A few strokes against my pussy lips through my underwear were enough to make me raise my bum up, seeking greater contact with her hand. With that, she pulled the soaked garment down over my legs so that she could touch my sex for the first time.

I tossed my head back against our bed, sighing and shuddering. All sense of time, place or any threat to our friendship was gone. This felt right. I moaned again as tremors of pleasure reverberated through my body like tiny bullets.

“Oh, god Lou that feels so good,” I murmured. She returned to sucking my boob as she rolled my clit between her fingers. Each movement felt like it intensified the pleasure. My eyes were closed and time seemed to drift away. The only thing that mattered was the cadence of her movements which had formed into a delightful rhythm now as she fingered me.

My words seem to spark off a fresh wave of desire in my college friend. Her breath was ragged as she lifted her head from my tit. In the semi gloom, she looked ravished, her face glistening with sweat and her gorgeous brown locks pressed back a little with the moisture. She kissed my lips again deeply. “You’re so fucking hot Amy,” she breathed. Her fingers were now a blur, moving faster and faster against my sex. I bucked my hips in response against her hand as we shifted together.

Suddenly, a familiar sensation began to rise up inside me. I focused on it, almost beckoning it forward and allowed it to grow. It did. Blossoming upwards and outwards from its home beneath my clit, I locked eyes on my beautiful best friend.

Then the waves broke. A sudden surge burst through every nerve ending within me as I shook at the burgeoning crescendo. “Ah, ah, ah,” I managed to say as my hips locked shaking into place. All I could do was hope that it was antalya escort quieter than it sounded inwardly and that our friends could not hear beyond the four walls around us.

I seemed to remain in my quivering state for an age as my orgasm broke. Then I fell back gasping against the bed sheets, spent. Having spent quite a bit of time at the gym over the last year I had thought that my physical fitness had improved by a few notches. But I must have laid there for two or three minutes, panting and revelling as the tiny shooting stars continued to course through my veins.

When I eventually looked up I saw that Louise had propped herself at the opposite end of the bed with an impish grin on her face. Partly, I think that she was just admiring my curves and my post-coital glow. But I also understood her expectation. Her own hunger for release. Still wobbly, I crawled towards her and kissed her cupid’s bow lips deeply before moving my way down her slender frame. Kissing her skin was a beautiful experience. It was so different from a man’s and it was a first experience which will stay forever imprinted in my memory. She shifted her bum a little so that I could peel off her matching black thong. At that point I felt a pang of nervousness. But I knew that licking my close friend’s pussy was only the destination of a path which we were already on.

I lowered my head and made myself comfortable. Louise was wet. Not just from the excitement of seducing me tonight and my moans but years of anticipation it seemed. Her aroma was intoxicating. I could honestly say that I had never truly imagined what another woman would be like down there. But the unique cocktail of her scent was truly enticing. Letting my senses guide me, I closed my eyes, breathed in and drew my tongue upwards in a long slow stroke.

“Ohh,” she gasped. Her hips shuddered with bliss as everything that she had secretly wanted finally started to happen.

I licked her again, letting my tongue run across the length of her lips and then lingering on her swollen clit. Again. Her reactions making me bolder on my exploration into this new, uncharted territory. Each stroke drew a quiver of excitement from her. Opening my eyes, I looked up the length of her beautiful, impossibly soft body. Embracing the moment, I looked to her tits, thinking that maybe I should savour those while this moment was so fresh. But I found that she was one step ahead of me. Innocently, she had taken her right breast in her right hand. Her delightfully manicured green nails were probing her nipple. She knew what she needed and stroked the flesh to intensify the pleasure that I was giving her.

I got back to work. Instinctively, I went with what I knew I myself would like in the moment, licking with more pressure around her button. Louise let out further moans of approval and placing her free hand on the back of my head. I explored the slick, velveteen folds of her flesh, letting her sighs guide me on what felt good.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. Yes.” With each new sensation, her hips trembled and shivered as if leading me along the journey. I found that she had two sweet spots. One was nestled within the folds of her skin halfway up her labia. The other lay just on the side of her engorged clit. Each of these points seemed to deepen her reverie and so excitedly I began to alternate between licking the two.

“Ohh, you are going to make me cum if you do that,” she announced, curling her fingers into my blonde hair. Spurred on, I nodded my head and pulled my tongue taut, mimicking a tiny shaft as I pushed deeper on the niche that I had found within her lips.

Her posture changed beneath my frantic penetrations. With each stroke she began to tremble harder and harder. Then, an instinctive voice inside me said “now”. And I took her full clitoris in the cup of my tongue tip. And I sucked. I sucked her button hard and the trembles became a crescendo as her body tensed and her back arched.

“Ah … ahhh!” she cried out as the walls of her orgasm burst open. Louise let go of my hair and her tit and pulled me upwards, a clear sign that was all she could take. Then we fell into a tender embrace

I know that we lay there for ages. It may have been an hour or more. Was that the sun I could see through the curtain’s edge? It didn’t matter. Completely swept away, nothing mattered but the moment. Work. The girls who were hopefully fast asleep in the other rooms. What might lay ahead after our long weekend. It was irrelevant, not on the radar.

After a while we somehow managed to regroup and fell asleep in each other’s arms, awash with a mixture of tiredness and contentment.

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Monday morning came around too fast. The inevitable, undesirable act of packing happened swiftly and with the same businesslike efficiency that it always happens when a group of women need to orchestrate the return to their daily lives and schedules.

After a maelstrom of sorting, checking and zipping away to a backdrop of classic radio, coffee beans and bacon I found myself alone at a kerb beneath the pine trees alone with Louise. As Andrea went back to the vacated lodge for one last check that the lid was indeed on the hot-tub, we waited for Kerry to pick us up after returning the keys to reception.

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