Sarah Chapter 02

Sarah Chapter 02 [part 2 of 2]
By: jackieoh (jkyo2006@yahoo.com)

[ Reprise of Part One - If you haven't read Part One, here is the beginning of that part: "This is a love story. It has convinced me after years of personal denial that Dr. Kinsey was right; we are not made all one thing or all another. Each of us is part heterosexual and each has a part that is capable of loving another woman.

The thought had never crossed my mind until I met Sarah. For Sarah was perfect. A mother would see her as the perfect daughter; a husband would see the perfect wife; a teacher would see her as a perfect student. And I, ... I would come to see her as a perfect lover."]

Sarah -- Part Two

Exploring

Each of us took a turn at the wheel of the boat. It stood before a wide bench inside at the front of the cabin. I was standing at the large wheel doing my turn steering up the lake. Sarah was sunning on the deck at the very front of the boat.

Jeff and Steve were sitting on the deck drinking beer and laughing uproarishly at each other's stories, and I'm sure gazing with pleasure over the well oiled and tanned body lying before them. The sun was baking them and each had taken his shirt off and they were leaning back in their chairs like they owned the world.

"Wow, that sun will cook you." Sarah came inside and sat beside me on the bench seat. She leaned against the back with her feet up on the window sill.

"Shall I do you toenails later?" I said, smiling down at her.

"Ohhhh, yes, .. please! I love the color of yours." Sarah replied.

I jumped at first. Then realizing it was Sarah's hand and not some varmint, I relaxed and pretended nothing was happening. Her hand slipped up under my shorts on the inside of my leg. It made my hands tremble with excitement and pleasure.

Jeff leapt up and headed for the refrigerator for beer, and she jerked her hand away.

"Steady as she goes, ladies, steady as she goes!" he said as he marched past with two more beers.

"Aye!" Captain," I said. and stood stiffly at attention. And he banged through the door and back onto the foredeck.

Her hand touched me lightly and slipped along my thigh until her fingers tickled very lightly against my panties. She traced along the leg band, just idly tracing it with her fingertips. I parted my legs a little more and gazed out over the bow.

"It was beautiful." she said very quietly.

"Yes." I murmured. We hadn't had a moment together since last night, and she was stealing a few moments to tell me.

"I don't recall a nicer,... a nicer orgasm." She sighed.

"I've never enjoyed giving anyone pleasure more than that moment." I looked into her eyes and smiled as if I was talking about something completely mundane, even making a gesture with my hand to conceal our true conversation.

Her fingers touched the folds of my pussy through my panties and I'm sure she felt me tremble.

"I am so sorry."

"What? About what?" I asked, a frown touching my forehead.

"That we couldn't ... make you ..."

"You made up for it. Really. It was so lovely,.... I couldn't ask for more, .... every touch, .... ...." I waited a moment concealing the conversation again. "Do you understand? Every second was, .. .... precious."

"Good, me too. I do understand then." She sighed and slipped her finger past the tight leg of my panties.

"Would you take the wheel a moment?"

She looked startled, but yanked her hand out of my panties quickly and took the wheel.

"I just need a minute." I said and touched her shoulder as I passed her.

Quickly I slipped into our bedroom and stripped off my shorts and panties and put on a little wrap around skirt and took the wheel again.

Her hand slipped under the loose skirt and found me bare. Sarah gasped and I felt her hand tremble between my legs. She clutched my thigh for a moment and then slipped higher along my thigh and her fingertips touched my moist lips and seemed to flutter just a moment then trail along my slit, very gently exploring.

"Ohhh, .... thank you." she whispered

"I want you to, ... really feel ... every bit of me, Sarah." I whispered hoarsely.

I wasn't sure just how long I could bear the stimulation of her hand before my knees collapsed. But I loved her loving touch. She continued exploring and we tried to make conversation. Her fingers soothed the hair of my mound and her thumb slipped deep between my wet lips. I pushed against her a little bit and she slipped her thumb into my vagina. Her leg pressed against mine trying to increase our contact. My vagina swallowed her thumb and the web between her thumb and forefinger made love to my clitoris. My heart was pounding.

"So soft." she murmured. "So pretty touching you like this."

"Mmmmmm." I answered. I didn't fully understand why this was so thrilling nor why I was loving a woman for the first time in my life, but I knew that I wanted these moments very much and I felt like I was melting with emotion as she played in my wet slit.

She leaned forward when the men turned to look at something and pretended great interest. It was Steve's turn for the beer run and he banged through the screen door. Again her hand snapped to her side.

"Want me to take it for awhile?" he said cheerily.

"No!" I said almost too quickly. ' .. ..It's too hot in the sun right now anyway. Better put on some lotion, honey."

"I'll bring some out." Sarah said. And she got up. I felt desolated for a moment then came to my senses.

I watched the little jiggle of her breasts as she rubbed oil onto Steve and then Jeff and then fended off their offers to rub oil all over her beautiful tan. I smiled at their pleasure and understood.

When she came back she looped her arm around me and nuzzled my cheek, knowing that a small show of affection like that would not be taken wrong by the guys. Her hand trailed down over my bottom and then she sat down once again. Her hand slipped under my skirt and coursed lightly across the twin buns of my bottom, one of my favorite erogenous zones.

"Yes! Touch me there,....." I urged.

And so she rubbed so very softly across my bottom that I felt close to cumming just from the joy of her hand soft and gently touching and caressing me.

The boys came in and we stopped to make lunch. It was a lovely boat ride.

We anchored and sat together for lunch and planned the afternoon.

"I'd like to just lie quietly and soak up some sun. I could take off my top if you would, Jackie. How do you feel about that? And is it Ok with you guys if we do that?"

The guys tried to be non-plussed about it, but they were too obvious in their serious looks and shrugging shoulders.

"Why need you ask those two?" I asked. We laughed at their grins and sidelong looks. "I'm fine with it, just like the Spa, right"

"And will you guys be gentlemen and not make a lot of coarse remarks."

"I will simply go into my shell, ... ... and enjoy the view." Steve said.

"I'm with Steve." Jeff joined with a grin. They both looked like the cat who was about to swallow the canary.

And with the waves lapping quietly under the boat, we took off all our clothes and lay nude on the upper deck, Sarah and I.

It was peaceful and the sun was very hot. Jeff's head peered over the top of the ladder with beer for us.

"No clothes on the upper deck!" I said, grinning at him as he handed me the beers."

"I don't think I can do that right this moment, Jackie. You two are so lovely that I am having a hard time climbing this ladder."

His eyes kept dropping to my breasts swaying before him as I reached for the welcome beers.

"Besides, we are going to take you into tonight's canyon now and then see if we can catch fish for tonight's din-din!"

Safely in the our canyon for the night, we tied up for the day and the boys dropped their fishing equipment into the dingy and motored off into the shadows of the overhanging canyon wall. We could hear them talking after they shut off the motor, such were the acoustics of the cathedral-like walled canyons We could watch them nearby, as we lay snoozing.

Sarah's hand soothed the small of my back and then moved down to caress my bottom and I did the same to her. I glanced at the guys fishing while I smoothed more lotion on her back and then smoothed more on her bottom, lingering in the deep warm crease with my fingers extended and touching her everywhere.

"Ohhh, Jackie, Mmmmm, what you do to me. I just love your touch."

"I know. Me too. I'm dying to kiss you again. Do you think they would notice?"

She looked toward the dingy and then looked at me. "They are kind of close."

"Shall we do your toes, then?"

She sat up and I reached the polish out of my cosmetic bag.

She sat facing me with one leg extended.

"You're even pretty between your legs, you know that?" I squeezed her toes and buffed them slightly.

She giggled "Oh, stop," she said, "do you want to see me?"

I nodded and smiled at her.

Without any self consciousness, she spread her legs and leaned back.

"Look at me, Jackie, look at my pussy." she whispered.

I paused and looked at her. The hair had been trimmed from between her legs except a little that would not show under the bikinis and thongs she wore. Her mound was like a lush sugar loaf and her pussy lips slim and tapering down between her legs like sleek, long teardrops and I could see the pink tip of her clitoris. I glanced at the boys and touched her, just brushed my knuckles along the thin pink line

"Pretty, hon." I murmured. "That's where I want to kiss you."

Her voice caught in her throat. "Really?" she said breathlessly. "Ohhh.".

"Thank you." I said and pushed her legs together so I could do her toes. I raised her foot for a moment and kissed her toes, looking down her leg into her pink slit. I stroked the paint on one toe and held it up for her inspection.

"Oh, what a pretty color. What is it?"

"Estee Lauder" I said pushing the bottle toward her. "JUNGLE RED, for the tiger lady!"

I concentrated on the next toe, reaching to fill the brush with just the right amount of paint and carefully flooding it onto each nail in turn. Sarah watched intently.

"Can I see you?" she said as I dabbed the bright red on her big toe and smoothed it with the little brush.

"Yes, ... yes." I said.

Again I looked to see if the boys were occupied and spread my legs wide. I leaned back on my hands with the pretense of letting the paint dry. I combed my fingers through my bushy hair, almost a forest compared to her neatly tended little triangle. She stared long and hard at me and I brought my fingers there and spread my lips apart so that the flamingo pink of my slit glistened and my clitoris stood up in my soft creamy moisture.

"I think you're beautiful too. I'd like to trim it for you sometime. I'm very careful." she grinned.

"OK, that would be fun. I told you I was terribly shaggy."

"No, it's nice. I liked touching it last night."

I took her other foot and surreptitiously kissed her toes. Glancing over to find the boys facing away, I boldly sucked the toe next to her toe. She smiled and closed her eyes at the tiny pleasure. You have the Patrician ruling foot, you know? This toe being the longest.

I put her foot on my knee and began spreading the scarlet lacquer carefully over the little nails.

And so we teased each other while our men fished for our supper. It was a delightful little interlude, so simple and yet, one of the most sensual things I have ever done.

Dinner Dates

The dinghy clunked against the side of the boat and Jeff climbed on deck with a stringer of glistening fish.

"Look what we did!" he exclaimed. "We deserve a romantic dinner, don't you think?

I started to put on my wrap but Sarah stopped me with a smile. We looked at each other and climbed down the ladder still completely nude. The guys were thrilled with their catch and we awarded them each a kiss from each of us, and went around to the front of the boat for a quick dip in the lake to clean off our oils.

The water was refreshing and we swam out a few feet and then treaded water under the shadow of the boat. As we treaded water our legs bumped and we looked sexy through the crystal clear water. I took hold of a handhold on the side and Sarah swam up to me and put a hand on my shoulder and let her arm lean against my breast. We pressed close and she wrapped her legs around my thigh and pressed her mound against my leg and raised her other leg to press against my pussy. We took a moment for the kiss that we had been longing for.

"Did you notice?" she said.

"Yes, your husband has an erection!" I laughed.

"Oh, I didn't notice him. I was looking at your husband." We giggled together and then climbed aboard and took turns for a quick shower.

"What will we wear for this fancy dinner?" she called. I stepped into her bedroom and looked at what she had hanging in the little closet.

"Ohhh, Sarah, will you wear this? I held a little frock that was daisy yellow and white in crossing stripes of varying width. Almost a bold argyle. And it buttoned down the front in a very tailored look. It's your color, ...... and I love it!"

"Yes, of course. I like it too. Did you bring yours by any chance?" She held up the bra we had bought for her in Lucerne.

"I did, as a matter of fact. A perfect night for it!"

"Let's see what you have." she said. She sorted through the little selection clothes and picked the crisp light blue striped dress also buttoned down the front and also a very tailored look. We had similar tastes.

By the time we were ready we would have looked OK in the dining room of the Ritz Carlton.

I fixed a pitcher of Margaritas and Sarah fixed a potato and onion dish that could be cooked in aluminum foil on the grill. We also had fresh corn that could go on the grill.

"You boys need a shower; we look too good to be fishermen's wives." I shouted to them. Jeff came in first and whistled.

"Lordy, lordy, will you look at the two babes they fixed us up with?"

"You'll do," I said and hugged him briefly.

They cleaned up pretty well and we had a table set on the upper deck with candles blowing in the light breeze. Dark had fallen and Steve was ready to cook. The potatoes and corn were already on and he had put the fish into aluminum foil with rings of onions, butter and lemon so that it would steam nice and tender.

As I expedited, Sarah was the star of the show. Her bright yellow and white dress simply leapt out at you and her tan skin glowed with the dress as a background. She had bright yellow beads, a single strand, which draped close to her canyon-like cleavage. The boys were obviously pleased and surprised that we looked so elegant on a camping trip. We clinked our margarita glasses, sipped the salt from the edge of the glasses and exchanged a round of congratulatory kisses.

"Good grief, the woman has so much money she wears it for jewelry!" Steve said staring at the glint of gold coin hanging just in the lovely cleavage of her breasts. "Where on earth did you get a 50 Swiss Franc commemorative for alpine skiing?"

"Oh, a naked lady once gave it to me to distract people from the ugly birthmark. Do you like it."

"Like it, it's worth a few bucks you know, very popular back home! It looks nicer there than I've ever seen it. Where's the birthmark?" he wanted to know.

"Have you not noticed it?"

Stephen looked closely across her face and then smilingly at her breasts. "No, I don't see any defects at all?" he said with a genuine smile.

"Then it has worked!" she exulted and squeezed my hand and smiled.

"Really, where is it?" he persisted.

"The naked lady told me it would work. You'll just have to search this week."

"Well then, here's to the hunt!" Jeff said, and we drained our glasses amid mystery on Steve's part and laughter from the other three of us.

When we finished the tart Tequila cocktails, we opened white wine and Steve started cooking the fish. The aroma was wonderful.

It is hard to do better than freshly caught fish and our dinner was spectacular. We sipped the wine and talked and joked and laughed and opened more wine and the candles flickered in a very flattering way on our faces. We were all in love that night.

"We don't have dessert tonight, and so, ..... it will have to be, .... us!" I said with a teasing flair. I opened another button on my dress showing a little cleavage. Sarah followed my lead and unbuttoned one more button showing a hint of the lace bra.

The boys thought it sounded better than cheese cake.

"I think you should unbutton one button each fifteen minutes until you carry us off to your beds!" Jeff said.

"Wait, who's carrying who?" Sarah asked.

We continued our wine and looked off at the few flickering lights down the lake and up at our canopy of stars.

Time for another button yet?" Jeff asked.

"No, not yet," I said. "Not yet."

We unbuttoned again and Sarah's dress stood open nicely displaying the meringue like lace cups of her bra.

"Oh my god, you brought it!" Jeff groaned, pleased.

"And you too?" I opened my next button and pushed myself out a bit so that the lace shown bright white in the candle glow. Aren't those the prettiest things you've ever seen?" Steve said.

"You mean her breasts?... then yes, I agree." Sarah said quickly.

"I agree too," said Jeff.

"Exactly." said Steve, recovering quickly, "my lovely wife's lovely breasts!"

"And my beautiful friend Sarah's truly beautiful breasts." I said.

"Hear, hear." they agreed.

And so we sat entertaining our husbands with our pretty underwear and our deep cleavages lighted by candlelight. No one seemed bothered that the two men were sharing the beauty of the other's wife and so the party continued.

Fifteen minute after fifteen minute span and our dresses were open to show the band of bright white panties in the vee at the bottom. Our husbands seemed to enjoy their glimpses of our lace covered breasts in quiet admiration.

Steve slipped his hand under my breast and softly caressed the underside curve while he continued the conversation. I leaned closer to his hand putting my breast into it, and sighed quietly.

Jeff did the same, following the lead. They continued fondling their wives and sipping our wine in the soft evening breeze.

"Steve," Sarah said.

"Yes?"

"Steve, .... would you touch me like that too?"

I wasn't sure how that was going to work with Jeff and I looked closely across at him. He blinked a moment and looked at her, then leaned over and kissed her lips. Then leaned back away and smiled into her eyes as he fondled her breast.

I nodded with a question mark on my face when Steve looked at me. And I watched as his hand tentatively reached inside the open dress of my friend and gently cradled her other breast.

"And would you like my husband to touch .... you,.... Jackie." her voice was a whisper in the night quiet.

I looked at Jeff and smiled into his handsome face. "Would you.... ... Jeff?"

Jeff's hand slipped past the open dress and slipped under my other breast. For some reason it seemed perfectly alright. I looked at Sarah with two men's' hands now fondling her breasts in that elegant lacy bra and then looked down at the two hands cupping my breasts and now even exploring a bit. I looked at my husband's hand now covering Sarah's breast and her husband's hand clasping mine so nicely. My nipples were rigid as they played with my breasts and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips.

The candles winked at us and Sarah and I raised our glasses and toasted for all of us.

"To our men!" she said. Her pretty eyes gleamed at me and her lovely soft sweetheart lips looked moistly scarlet and eager to be kissed. I understood. She understood. She was making love to me through our husbands and with our husbands. Somehow it was beautiful and lovely.

"Wow. That was so nice, babe." Jeff said as their hands left our breasts reluctantly. And he held her chin in his hand and kissed those perfectly pursed lips. Jeff turned and kissed my lips in almost the same manner. Thank you, Jackie for a lovely evening."

Steve did exactly the same, lifting Sarah's chin and accepting a sweet kiss bestowed by those full luscious lips.

"Here's to us!" she said and we toasted with the last of our wine.

I moved the candle away and leaned across the table toward Sarah and our lips met in a chaste little kiss in the middle of the table.

Both couples turned toward each other and the men's hands cupped our breasts and we began serious kissing and fondling. I touched Steve and found his cock lying along his pant lag firm and round. It felt lovely and I was ready for him to make love to me. His hand slipped under my dress and found my lace panties soaking wet. His fingers slipped past the elastic and right into my pussy.

"Ohhh, wow," he gasped against my probing tongue.

We left the dishes for tomorrow and clambered carefully down the narrow ladder to the main deck.

As soon as we were in our room, Steve slipped his hands inside my dress and held my breasts and looked into my eyes.

"Are you all right about tonight?" he asked, a look of puzzled concern on his face.

I smiled and then kissed him and pressed my breasts against his bare chest.

"You mean the breast thing?"

'Yes."

"Are you all right with it?" I threw it back on his table and stood before him as his hands toyed with the lace bra.

"Well, it was a little .... surprising. Different. I've never . ..."

"Yes, all of that. But, somehow I thought it felt alright. You and Jeff were so very sweet, and, ..... in the end, it was sort of pretty. Didn't you think?"

"You liked Jeff feeling you up?"

"Do you want to say it that way? Is that what you did to Sarah?"

"I guess ... so ...." he was unsure.

"Is it so different from a hundred guys at the club over the last ten years who have copped a feel at the dances? Including, probably, my dear husband, your own good self with other girls?"

He looked away and a grin played at his lips.

"This was simply open and straightforward. I adore Sarah, and to me this was a nice evening made nicer by her open attitude, even if it is not what we do everyday.

"You liked him feeling you up?"

"I enjoyed the nice way that both of you touched us. I thought you were both respectful and you both enjoyed touching both of us. And I was not offended and yes, I have concluded that I liked it. There!"

"There's something wrong with your logic, but I can't figure out what it is. But, I sure love you."

I felt my dress sliding up over my head and he hung it in the closet. I climbed into bed in my nifty French panties and bra and waited for my dear, slightly drunk slightly confused husband.

He turned the light off and rolled one leg over mine and pushed his thigh snug between my legs.

He slipped one strap of my bra down and kissed my erect nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. He always started this way, he loves having one breast naked to fondle and one breast silkily clad for his little lingerie fetish.

"Ohh, honey you are so good with those. Mmmmmm. " I moaned.

He breathed into my ear, making me tingle and whispered. Are you wet because you let another guy feel you up?"

"Yes!" I huffed into his ear.

"Want me to go get him for a threesome tonight?"

"If you do." I said.

"Really?"

"No."

"But he did make you wet?" his hand was fondling my pussy and I wriggled under the probing fingers.

"Yes." I repeated with a giggle.

"Are you a tramp?"

"No, a shameless hussy." I replied as his tongue toiled in my ear.

His cock was hard and my hand was around it, stroking gently.

"Do you want that?"

"This thing?" I teased, shaking it back and forth.

"Yes."

"MmmHmmm, let's see what we can do with it."

"Ohhhh, god you are sexy."

Steve was between my legs and I easily guided him to the familiar entry and he began thrusting deep into me. I joined him and we worked ourselves nicely to orgasm, him first; but he held on and let me cum by thrusting against his weakening cock. He was asleep soon after and I slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom to clean up.

There was a light under the door and I was sure that it would be Sarah on the same mission. She turned out the light and bumped into me as she came out. We held onto each other giggling at her startled gasp.

When I came out she was waiting by the door and pulled me close.

"Let's go outside for a few minutes?" she whispered.

"Shhh!" I said and nodded my head against the hand on my cheek.

"Did you get the third degree?" she said when we were seated on the bow, far away from the bedroom windows.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Yes!" she giggled mischievously.

"Don't worry, Sarah, I thought it was lovely. I told him it was a lot nicer and more straightforward than the 100 guys who have tried to cop a feel at parties and dances over the last 10 or 15 years. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with that logic. Besides, he couldn't deny that he loved touching your boob."

We were laughing and trying to keep it quiet.

"I wish I'd thought of that argument. I just said I felt like it and that we were all nice friends. And then I climbed on top of him and made him make love to me. He couldn't think of an argument for that either."

I stifled my laugh again, choking back the tears.

It was a wonderful day, Jackie, and the nicest dinner date I have ever had, including the fancy place in Lucerne!"

"Me too!" I whispered. She turned her head and intercepted my lips. We kissed for a while, taking turns grazing over each others lips and faces.

"We'll be tired in the morning. We better get back to bed." I said quietly.

"OK, kiss me once more. Our tongues played for a minute and I put my hand over her breast one last time, gently kneading the lovely roundness, bare and soft under her nightie.

We crept in and closed the door quietly then slipped in to join snoring husbands.

Softly Comes Morning

In some of the canyons, deep in the end, you can find a little space to take a hike. This was one of them, and so we stayed for most of the day. We packed a small lunch and took a hike up to a natural arch carved over the centuries by long gone water and wind. We spent the day lazing about on a grassy slope and exploring some narrow side canyons feeding into the main one.

In the late afternoon we moved the boat a short distance and found a landing with more that two hundred yards of beach and tied up the boat for the night. The boys went scavenging for driftwood for a fire and eventually came back with a couple of large arm loads and tales of things "just the other side of that bend." Sarah and I were relaxing in the late afternoon sun and wouldn't budge to go look with them on the second trip.

We had a sizeable bonfire for the first time and actually roasted hotdogs over the fire for dinner. We sat looking sadly into the fire because our trip was coming to an end. Tomorrow we must begin making our way back to turn in the boat and no one was ready for that.

We played word games for awhile. Then Jeff told a ghost story and the guys tried to drink up all the beer left in the cooler. We laughed and laughed until we found ourselves falling asleep staring into the fire.

"We gotta sleep on the beach! It'll be great!" Steve roared at last.

"Good idea!" said Jeff. The two outdoorsmen headed for the boat and brought out the sleeping bags. "We haven't even used these! Look, their great big ones."

After adding some wood to the fire, they slid into their bags and prepared to be Lewis and Clark. Sarah and I picked up our sleeping bags and kissed the boys goodnight and said we would be on the roof. Too drunk to argue or to drunk to care or too stubborn to agree, they stayed with heads together around the fire.

We brushed our teeth and found our nighties, took one more look to see if they were alright and climbed to our rooftop suite. I think we were both trembling with the thought of having the night together and alone.

"Jackie, .... it's pretty chilly, .... I would like to cuddle with you, .... is one enough for both of us? Is that OK with you, by the way?"

My heart was pounding in my chest as I replied, "We'll zip them together then." I was afraid of being waked by one of the guys if we were together in just one bag.

We sat looking at the stars and staring at the light of the bonfire below us. We sat close together, arms locked around each other against the chill.

"Are we going to make love tonight?" I asked tentatively. "Don't be afraid to say "no" and I won't have any less affection for you, no matter what you decide. I just would like you to know that, .... ..... I love you, ... in the nicest way possible. And though I have never done it, .... I have never felt more need to be intimate with anyone in my life. But,.... if you aren't comfortable, if that's not what you want, just say so, and we'll cuddle and keep nice and warm and have a lovely night together anyway."

'That's what I want too. I just don't know what that thing is, ... what we will do to make love.... quite. OK?"

She reached for a kiss and those precious lips tasted lovely and soft for me.

"Oh, yes, Sarah, darling Sarah, we'll just do .... what feels right, then, and not hold back or be afraid of anything we do."

She nodded her head into my shoulder and we slipped into the double sleeping bag, I pulled her nightie over her head and she took mine off and tucked them someplace inside. We left our panties on and our bodies came together completely... ... available. We simply wrapped our arms tight around each other and held each other for several minutes. Her soft body felt delicious against mine and she slipped her thigh between mine so that our mounds were touching and probing gently.

We adjusted the sleeping bags because they were too warm. We were half out in the open air, kissing and touching. Sarah began sucking and licking my nipples and I felt that tingling wonder through my body. I loved having them fondled and she was wonderful with them. They became wetter and wetter as her tongue traced my areole and her lips suckled my nipples. Her hands held them and gently squeezed them as her lips and tongue laved the rock hard nipples. Over and over her hands roamed and brought me to be suckled by those luscious lips. She nibbled me with her teeth, very gently and I squeezed her breasts encouraging her. First one and then the other she found with her teeth, then loved away the hurt with her moist mouth and tongue. Then on to the other which waited impatiently, jutting out to her. I had to pinch the waiting nipple a few times as I watched her nurse at my breasts. As she withdrew and smiled up at me, I would swing the next breast into position, letting them sway in front of her as I tossed my hair or shook my shoulders provocatively for her. I don't know how long she nursed at my nipples, but my body tingled all over when she pressed her cheek against them and let the wet breasts dry in the cool night air.

"My turn, darling!" I murmured into her silky hair. I found her breasts and felt Sarah kissing my head as I began learning her nipples. They were lovely, more conical in shape than mine and already tingly hard. I swirled my tongue around each one and then licked all the way down the round wonder of one firm boob and lingered with my tongue in the valley as I pressed the mounds against my cheeks and drank in the soft feel of her skin against mine. With my cheek against the wonder of one breast, I would suck the other nipple and then nibble with careful teeth until I heard her sigh. Then I would turn my head so the other cheek caressed the injured nipple and take the other nipple into my eager lips.

"I love you." she whispered into my hair.. I was weak with pleasure. Everything between our bodies felt good and felt perfectly natural. Our hands were eager and our bodies were writhing trying to find way for more contact.

We stopped a moment and sat up together, still clinging tightly. We were too hot for the moment and the cool air felt delicious on my wet nipples. The firelight still cast shadows into the night and our husbands were two large snoring lumps on the sandy shore.

It would have been a beautiful picture. Two golden women kneeling, facing each other with generous sized breast curving up toward each other, nipples pointing. Firelight providing rich highlights over soft woman's curves would light nuances of beauty to each viewer. I would love such a picture to say goodnight to each evening.

"Let's try this,..." she whispered, and shifted her position so that we were straddling each other. We moved closer together and our pussies were snuggly pressed close. We wrapped each other in our arms once again and looked deep into each others' eyes. Once again we were close enough to enjoy breathing each others breath and even that felt intimate. The cozy little bare pussy lips warmly touching mine made me think of kissing, really good kissing. I don't know why that should be, but it felt the same way and some of the same tingling sensation of a French kiss emanated from that tense little spot her lips seemed to be caressing.

We looked at each other as we tried to touch clit to clit. Sarah reached between us and a lightning bolt went through me as her finger touched it. Then I waited as she used the finger to guide her own clitoris over mine and I felt her spread her legs wider and slide against my moist labia. I put my hand there too and our fingers played together in pussy hair and soft folds of the mated pussies. Every sensation known to woman was racing along the sensitive pink slit between my legs and I held her close, hoping that the same thing was happening between my lover's legs, too.

"OK?" I mouthed close to her lips.

"Ohhhh, Jackie, ..... ohh, yes!"

Sarah rolled her lovely pussy against mine and we watched each others breasts sway heavily with our movement. Her tits were lovely when they swung from her shoulders as she supported herself with hands back on the deck so that she could keep up the thrusting between our pussies.

"Sarah, .... would you let me kiss you there now?"

She leaped into my arms and hugged me close and nodded her head. She was trembling and so was I. she just kept nodding her head against mine, kissing my ear though my hair.

"Oh, yessss, please, kiss my pussy, dear Jackie, please.... "

I lay down between her legs and looked down at her as she waited expectantly, her knees apart. I rolled one flap of the sleeping bag over her breasts and stuck me feet deep into the bag and opened her legs once again. I kissed the sweet mound letting her hair tickle my nose a moment. Then looking up into her eyes, I stuck out my tongue and touched the little crease that marked the start of her pussy lips. Her eyes were wide as saucers in the moonlight as I kissed it gently, moving my lips across it and feeling the texture of her pussy.

Slowly, still keeping her eyes, I slipped my hands under the round, lovely cheeks of her bottom and lifted slightly as my tongue moistened her lips deep down until my nose was buried in the tiny little tuft of hair. I kissed against the wet lips and slipped my tongue into her slit.

"Ahhh!" her breath was short.

I moved my tongue in the sweet moist slit, pushing her outer labia open. Sarah spread her legs wider and moaned my name quietly. I licked up the length of her outer lips and then came very close to the clenched ring of her anus. I flattened my tongue against her inner labia and licked slowly the length of the moist trench of her pussy. It tasted delicious to me. With a pointed tongue I found the little pink bud of her clitoris and circled it as she trembled hard under me. I fondled the cheeks of her bottom in my cupped hands and gently plucked the erect bud with my lips and moved my head in a tiny circle, loving every sensation of love and pleasure I have ever imagined.

I sucked on her clitoris and felt it harden still more in my mouth. Sarah's hands were in my hair pulling me into her wide open legs and my cheeks were fresh with her juices. She guided me to her opening and my tongue looped inside to find the rich storehouse of fluids. I reached as much as I could and ran my tongue around the snug muscle of her vagina entry. I felt her making little fucking motions against my mouth and I squeezed her bottom rhythmically with her movements, my tongue traced lower and I circled the little hole of her anus and her body shook with pleasure and surprise.

I went back to her clitoris and moved my hands along her body until I could cup her breasts in my hands and began licking and sucking her clit while she bucked wildly against me. Suddenly a violent trembling began and I held her clit captive in my mouth while her orgasm shook her body and her hands clenched my hair uncontrollably. I buried my face in the rich creamy juice of her pussy and held onto her through her orgasm. Her body shuddered to a halt and her clenching hands turned into caresses in my hair.

Limp as a rag, my lover urged me up her body with her hands, but I insisted on kissing a trail of moist kisses over her mound, her pert little tummy, deep in her navel, between her breasts, and then over each mound to its peak before finally letting her eager lips suck on my own.

Her tongue lashed out to taste all the flavors on my mouth and cheek and our tongues whirled around unable to get enough of the other.

She whispered hoarsely, close to my face. "Oh, darling. My biggest,.... biggest, loveliest, ..... wonderful-est orgasm. I can't believe how it felt! Ohhh, thank you."

We sat clinging to each other, once again straddling each other so our mounds could touch and sat up in the night air cooling off and looking around the campsite.

"Let me kiss you now, Jackie." She whispered.

We kissed again and I guided her onto me in the 69 position so I could feel her body all along my own. Her soft breasts caressed down from my own breasts along my stomach and rested across my hips. I put my hands on her round bottom and held her close. Her legs stretched out over my shoulders and I could caress her legs and bottom as she examined my pussy. I felt her fingers play with the curls over my mound and then part my labia for her first kiss at the base of my mound. I took a long deep breath and sighed happily as her tongue began its considerate and tender exploration of the moist slit.

I felt her giggle and nuzzle her nose into my slit and pressed my thighs around her teasing head. I fondled her bottom and felt her shiver and shimmy it against my hands, then planted a kiss in the crease of her bottom.

"Ohhhhh,..... " she moaned into my wet clit.

We both laughed and our bellies jiggled against each other.

Sarah began kissing and licking down my slit until her head was deep between my thighs. She turned and kissed my inner thighs, her lips and cheeks moist with my juices, then returned and pushed her tongue into my vagina.

"Ahhhhh, ... " I gasped. And rubbed her bottom with appreciation. I longed to give her a sharp spank someday, but this was not the time. Her ass just looked so pretty like that, I couldn't help thinking of it.

She began sucking my clitoris and I knew I wasn't far from cumming. I caressed those lovely buns and moved with her delving tongue and felt the joyous vibration begin. My breasts tingled and I pinched my nipples a little harshly as her tongue played with my sensitive clitoris. Her tongue coursed back and forth across my clit and her fingers plunged into my vagina. She fucked me and sucked my clitoris boldly and confidently and my shoulders hunched and my hips thrust and my body began to shake uncontrollably. Until beginning below my clitoris, the trembling sensation coursed up my body, engulfed my nipples and made my arms clamp tight around my lovers thighs. And then slowly subside like a big wave brushing the sand away as it comes back to the sea.

Sarah hurried around to face me; to kiss me with wet cheeks and tongue full of my own creamy lubricants.

"Was it OK, was it good. Darling Jackie, did it feel good?" she kissed and hugged me eagerly and my arms cuddled her close as I nodded my head against hers and repeated.

"Yes, yes, yes, my love, you are a wonderful lover."

We lay stroking each other, and soothing each other in the afterglow of lovely orgasmic love-making.

And we didn't sleep until nearly dawn. The sun found us tangled together in the rumpled twin sleeping bag, contented.

I awoke to find her staring at me once again. "I love you" we mouthed together, then sealed it with a kiss.

We embraced and kissed each other awake and then took the beds apart, working together to fold them up, glancing at our sleeping husbands as we folded and stole a kiss as we met with each fold. I was standing on the deck as she descended and planted one last kiss on her pretty bottom.

"What do you think this means?" she asked, an angelic smile on her face.

"I don't quite know. I just know that I have been very happy, have you?"

Sarah just smiled and showed her white teeth, and nodded her tousled head.

"Come on; let's see if our darling husbands survived the scorpions through the night."

The morning air was cool and fresh and the sun promised to bake the dessert again this day, but for now, it just shown its golden light across the mirror of the still lake onto our little camp. We jumped from the boat to shore and the boat lapped noisily against the water.

"Wake up sleepy heads!" I demanded. They mumbled but stayed tucked in.

Sara and I walked hand in hand down the beach and skipped a few stones across the still surface of the lake. Skipping rocks is something we do when we can't think of what to say, I think. The end is inevitable, the rock always sinks; but two friends take turns trying to make one stay up forever. It is a forlorn ritual wish that life didn't have to be so inevitable. Well, that's the way it always seems to me anyway.

We strolled back toward the two large lumps by the dead fire. I stopped a moment to examine something sticking out of the sand and she walked ahead. I watched her beautiful form bend over and unzip Jeff's sleeping bag and his hand reach up and guide her inside for a little early morning cuddling on the beach.

Prologue

We parted with tears in our eyes at the airport. Our hugs were heartfelt and held just a little longer than they might have a few days before.

Sarah wore the yellow dress I loved so well. "Keep this for me until next time, it's for next time! My friend, my lover," she whispered. I could feel that she had nothing on under the dress, her final kiss of farewell. The thought of how our naked bodies felt all through that night reeled through my mind.

She pressed a single flat skipping rock into my hand and I knew I would have it still, whenever our next time came.