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Poolside
by Maryellyn Hayes
Jessica stripped nude and lay face down on the patio chair by the pool. The sun beat down and beads of sweat began to collect on her back and buttocks. Glistening drops trickled downward, tracing the sides of her breasts and slowly advancing between her legs, moistening her pussy lips. Jessica was an athletic blond with soft, slightly tanned complexion and long sandy blond hair. Her breasts were smallish and well formed, upright with small tannish-pink areolas and small, protruding nipples. Although athletic, her curves and skin betrayed a certain softened quality. She was 26, divorced, and currently enjoying the the spacious backyard of her secluded mansion. She enjoyed sunbathing nude alone in her backyard, finding the heat, soft breeze, and naked exposure titallating. She would sometimes masturbate on the patio by the pool with her sighs echoing through the deserted yard. Today, she felt extremely turned on, becoming more aware daily of the loneliness that possessed her since her husband left her. She thought of her friend Anne and resisted the impulse to touch herself, preferring to wait for the anticipated encounter.
Anne used her key to enter the palatial home of her friend Jessica. She knew she would be by the pool, so Anne entered without ringing, and placed her bag on the table by the entryway. She meandered slowly through the enormous rooms of the home towards the second living room in the rear. Anne was taller than Jessica, with long, flowing dark hair and deep, brown eyes. She was more classicly beautiful, with a penetrating quality to her dark eyes and and an almost hypnotic beauty in her face. Her complexion was more fair, and her body almost entirely soft and voluptious, compare to the ruddy athleticism of Jessica. Jessica's face was cuter, with the hint of something exotic. Anne had not planned on swimming, coming over to use Jessica's work room for a story she was producing. She was dressed for work, with plane white shorts, sandals, and a light blue t-shirt. She moved absent mindedly through the sliding glass door to say high to Jessica, not taking notice yet of her nude friend on the patio.
"Ohhh!!," Anne startled, taking in the full view of Jessica's entirely nude and sweating body stretched out on the patio chair. Jessica lay face down with her head resting on her folded arms. Her body was covered in sweaty moisture over its entire length. Anne's eyes reflexively traced down Jessica's frame, scanning smoothly over her bare and beaded back, rising in artistic curvature over the sculpture of her moistened rear, descending to the back of her thighs. Her heart lept at Jessica's complete nuditiy. Anne stumbled slighly backward at the shock, her right hand rushing to cover her mouth, and her face lit up in a blush. Jessica did not move. She did not even open her eyes.
"You should lay out for a little while before going in to work," Jessica said matter-of-factly.
"Ummm...I'm sorry...I...you startled me," Anne's voice was almost laughing a little now. She became aware now, as the shock dissipated, that she was also turned on. Jessica's moistened body was beautiful. Her eyes again roved over the soft curves of the nude body before her, and the flushing in her face spread over her neck. She was perhaps just as aroused by the matter-of-fact tone of Jessica's response. 'She doesn't mind that I'm seeing her like this' she mused, the flush on her neck spreading downward over her chest. Anne's breasts felt fuller to her. The t-shirt was constricting and she feared it might betray her excitement just as her nipples began to awaken. Jessica was smiling at the reply, but still did not open her eyes.
"This pool is the most secuded of it's kind anywhere in the area. The sun is broiling me alive. I like how it feels. You should try it." Jessica spoke slowly with a gravelly quality that Anne had not heard before, almost as if Jessica was half asleep in her sensual relaxation. The effect of Jessica's response was very arousing to Anne, and her nipples were protruding now with engorged attention. She had never seen Jessica nude before. The face-down position was startling in its composition. It seemed to reveal everything, but instead concealed the most valuable treasures of Jessica's sex. Anne was briefly distracted by thoughts of what Jessica's breasts would look like if she turned over. Anne's heart skipped when she thought of seeing Jessica's pussy, and at the thought she felt a physical flushing and warmth engulf the flesh between her legs.
"I...I didn't bring a suit. You're sure no one can see?" Anne could hardly disguise the excitement in her voice.
"You don't need a suit, silly." Jessica replied, her eyes opening for the first time, squinting in the sun. "There isn't another home within a mile. The large fence there extends all the way past that grove of trees, and the trees there would block someone, even if they had a telescope. I sunbathe here all the time. Sometimes I masturbate back here." The last statement was overtly flirtatious, and Anne was certain that Jessica was inviting her to share in the risky nature of exposure, not simply sunbathing.
"I don't think...I mean...I'm not going to..." Anne's mind whirled. The combination of the heat, of her aroused state, of the sight of Jessica's perfect sculpted nakedness made Anne's mind spin. She felt her own wetness clinging to the lips between her legs, and begin to moisten the panties she wore. She had no doubt that this place was secluded. What transpired here would be between her and Jessica. It was that thought that made her heart race, and her pussy engorge.
"Then stay in your underwear...Come on. It's so hot and it feels nice. Have some lemonade and drop your drawers," Jessica said playfully. She raised up on her arms and turned towards Anne. Jessica's breasts were in full view now, small and firm, tanned, with erect nipples. Anne's passion stirred again at the site. Jessica's breasts were perfect, her body soft and curved, and she was smiling. Her right side was down, and her left leg was bent, sloping downward and obscuring her between her legs. Anne's eyes traced there anyway, hoping to see. Jessica noticed.
"A step closer, sweety," Jessica reached with her right hand, cupping Anne's waistband, pulling her closer. Jessica swung to a seated position now, her left hand grabbing the zipper on Anne's shorts, pulling the zipper down. Anne stood frozen. She could now see a wedge of well groomed brown hair on Jessica's pubis. Her nipples were near bursting with engorgment. Her pussy dripped juices between swollen lips, trickling on to the white skin of her thighs and bathing her white cotten panties. She brought her legs together a little, to allow Jessica to easily remove her shorts.
"Alright, alright," Anne resigned. Stepping out of the shorts and pulling her t-shirt off, unveiling her naked breasts. Anne stood there in only white panties. Her white skin gleamed. Soft, luxurious curves outlined her breasts and hips. Her breasts were moderate in size, voluptious and full, firm and vibrant. Her areola were small and perfectly circular, pink, offset in the center now with pink, somewhat large, and now defiantly enlarged and erect. She was thin yet soft through the midsection, with her cotton panties clinging to the broud curves of her hips. Between her legs, at the apex of the inverted white triangle of her panties, wetness saturated the material, causing it to cling to the flesh beneath, subtlely outlining the central cleft beneath. Jessica took notice. Anne's nipples were screaming for attention, and though not as obvious, her pussy was clearly moistened and aching. Jessica returned to her prone position, face down, keeping her eyes on Anne. Anne grabbed some lemonade from the patio table, and sipping quickly, could taste the alcohol. She lay face up on the closest patio chair, her gleaming breasts pushed up defiantly.
"Mmmmm...you look hot," Jessica teased. "I think I'm almost as turned on as you." Jessica smiled, eyeing her friend, who was now gulping the lemonade. Jessica kept her eyes on Anne, and when she clearly had her attention, closed her eyes and moved her hands over her breast, flicking the erect nipple. "Mmmmm...feels good." Anne's mind was spinning hard now. She felt warm and intoxicated. Sweat began to collect on her abdomen and between her breasts and thighs. She smiled at Jessica's flirtations, tracing with her eyes the length of Jessica's body and curves.
"Looks like it," Anne heaved, the site of Jessica, the heat and sweat, the soft breeze, the slight buzz from the drink, the incessant claims of arousal twisting her insides and sending electricity through to her erect nipples and glistening labia.
"No one around for miles," she said thoughtfully, "Why not?" Her right arm bent at the elbow and her hand cupped her right breast, beginning to massage in very slow rhythms, her fingers pinching gently at her engorged nipple.
"Ohhhh...can I watch?" Jessica queried playfully, but she could not completely hide the rising excitement in her voice. Jessica again roled up on her side exposing her breasts, which betrayed strikingly erect nipples, this time rotating her hips evenly to display the slip of trimmed brown hair in her pubic region. She placed her head on one arm and gave her rapt attention to Anne, who, smiling at the question, scooted back slightly, closed her eyes, and sighed in complete resignation, "Why not."
Anne's right hand was now rhythmically kneading and massaging her right breast, pinching and flicking the engorged nipple while her left hand softly carassed her midsection. Shards of pleasure shot from the right nipple and Anne's muscles began to engage involuntarily. Her left breast was jealous. Anne's right arm extended accross her body and dove hungrily into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading avidly while twisting and abusing the nipple. Pleasure rolled in waves through her body, emanating from her breasts and enveloping her whole body. Anne was, without knowing, beginning to slightly spread and retract her legs rhythmically as her pussy ached for attention. Jessica could see that the strip of Anne's panties that extended between her legs was now entirely drenched, detailing as it clung to her flesh the length of her slit. Jessica's heart raced and she unknowingly began to massage her nipple again. Anne's eyes were still closed. Her rapid breathing becoming mild moans and sighs. Anne abandoned herself completely to the moment. Her left hand descended along her sweat beaded abdomen, pressed lightly on her panties, and traced the exterior of the moistened cloth, lightly invading the the cleft imprinted there. Her index finger pressed deeper, clearly splaying the the flesh beneath, and traced upward and downward the extent of the vertica slit. "yesssssss" she moaned softly.
Her right arm now lowered and grasped the waistband of her panties, her left briefly ascending and gripping the opposite side of the waistband. In one smooth maneuver, Anne pulled the panties from her body, first arching her buttocks off the patio chair, revealing as the panties descended a wedge of dark pubic hair, then, her buttocks returning to the chair and legs extending into the air, the panties now raising upward past her knees as the naked flesh between her legs appeared briefly, the panties removed completely now and tossed aside.
"Oh my," Jessica continued playfully, now massaging her nipple with vigor. Anne's long white legs came down again, her body stretched out in length now, her breasts heaving as she returned to position. Anne now spread her legs wide. Jessica almost stopped breathing as she looked at Anne in her splendor. A triangle of dark pubic hair pointed downward and at it's apex began a perfectly linear slit descending through the tannish-pink soft flesh between her legs, guarded on each side symmetricly by soft, slightly bulging labia. The labia were clearly engorged and were glistening from Anne's wetness. The smaller lips, hood, and orifice beneath were still obscured within the central cleft. Anne's head extened back and her eyes remained closed. Her right hand descended quickly, failing to explore her inner thighs or pubis, instead invading hungrily between the upper portion of her labia into the deeper pussy beneath. Anne's middle finger pressed one lip to the side, widening her slit and unveiling a reddish, dripping hood of flesh capping the deeper orifice, flanked on each side by engorged, moistened lips. Her index finger pressed the flesh just beneath the hood, retracting it slightly to uncover her erect clitoris. She now moaned heavily, arching her back, tonically contracting muscles of her torsoe and legs. Her left hand now descended and her fingers pulled impatiently at the left border of her slit, grasping repeatedly at the moist, yielding pink flesh. Her right middle finger splayed wider the flesh of her pussy, opening herself fully for access to the clitoris and orifice beneath. Her right index finger massaged in a circular fashion her clitoris, first slowly, and then more rapidly. The small lips surrounding her vaginal opening were pulled rhytmically as the clitoris was pressed and encircled. Anne moaned and heaved. Her right index finger occasionally stopped circling to rub the shaft of the clitoris. Anne now used her fingers from her left hand to hold her lips wide and then penetrated herself with her left index and middle finger. Continuing to manipulate her clitoris, Anne invaded and fingered her pussy in steady rhythme, fingering deep and then withdrawing in rapid repetition. She was now arching so extensively that her buttocks left the patio chair completely. She cried loudly now. Completely abandoned to her self-invasion, Anne could not hear or see Jessica, who, now softly massaging the flesh of her pussy, was hypnotized by Anne masturbating.
"Oh God. Yes. Fuck yourself. Ohhhh...deeper...yes...use your fingers...ohhhh...touch your clit...yes...fuck yourself deeper." Anne was now arching her whole body and was so wide her left leg was resting on the patio table. Her muscles contracted rigidly. Her fingers splayed herself desperately apart and her fingers penetrated deeply into her dripping pussy. Her breath was light and rapid. Circling, penetrating, arching, moaning, faster and deeper, Anne screamed and climaxed. She collapsed to the patio chair, drenched in sweat and breathing deeply, her heart racing. Her eyes were still closed and a smile drifted on to her lips.
"Holy shit, that was...beautiful. You fucked yourself hard."