She was suddenly looking right at me. I moved without thinking, started walking through the water directly towards them. As if we had communicated telepathically or something.
"Let's meet them." I said to the air.
"Christine!" I head Carol say as I arrowed away. I was halfway across the pool when I heard her splashing along after me.
I reached the edge of the pool a foot away from the blond and was staring right back into her brunette friend's eyes.
"Hello." I said. "My name is Christine. This is my friend, Carol."
I realized the brunette had not even smiled when we came up. Now she turned and did, and it was like a second sun had come out.
"So pleased to meet you, Christine." She said holding out her ladylike hand with bright red nails to allow me shake it. "I am Diana and this is my friend, Vera."
I shook it and distractedly shook Vera's also when it was offered. My eyes were only on Diana.
"You look... hot!" I said, then was thoroughly embarrassed at being so forward.
Diana laughed though and kindly ignored any double entendre.
"So do you." She replied, taking the sexual meaning rather than the meteorological one. "Let's get a drink, to cement our acquaintance." Diana said in her cultured sounding way.
We followed them. We had a cool drink together in the back of the crowded hotel bar. They told stories, we told stories, we laughed, we drank some more. Before we knew it the sun was going down. Diana insisted we join them for dinner. Seeing my hesitation, she simply said "My treat!" We went to the expensive steakhouse next door and ate like carnivores.
I noticed Diana paid by a card she fished out of one cup of her bra under her suit. Somehow the gesture made my clitoris leap. I wasn't sure if it was the thought of where the card had been or how she barely seemed to notice how much our four dinners cost. As a poor college student it was exciting for a change to be in the company of someone who seemed not to have any concerns about how much things cost. I hoped I wasn't coming across as a gold digger, but it was somehow erotic that she just took charge of money matters as if they didn't... well... matter.
I just knew then I absolutely had to have her.
When she invited Carol and I to go back to their place, there was no way I was going to say 'No.'
They walked us over to a car park and we fetched their car. You guessed it. A classic old white ragtop Cadillac. We all clambered in and drove that behemoth twenty miles just to go a half kilometer in a straight line to this bungalow they were renting close to the event. It was amazing, the desert air flying through out hair and us all high on food and wine and finally enjoying the fifteen degree drop in temperature that had come with nightfall.
When we got there the 'little' rental house they occupied must have been 1700 square feet of sprawling ranch style covered in 1960's rock facia. This was clearly where the rich lesbians stayed during the Dinah. Our entire room at the motel would have fit into the foyer. We got the tour. The thing was U shaped with each leg of it being anchored on a separate bedroom and the connecting rest an elegant dining, living and recreation area. In the center of the 'U' shape of the house was a high-walled, very private courtyard/garden that looked like something out of an Andalusian Moorish palace. All filigree stone work, cool tile everything, thoughtful plantings, soft furnishings and a big splashing fountain in the middle that felt like it dropped the temperature twenty degrees all by itself.
We played pool like English lairds in the pool room part of the common room, drank brandy and laughed a lot. I went to the bathroom and returned to find that Carol and Vera were missing. Diana smiled at me crookedly, held out her hand to me, said 'Let me show you something in the other room,' and just like that we were in her bedroom.
I am not sure who made the first move, but we were in each other's arms in seconds and I know I was moaning and panting in something like two minutes with her hungry lips crushing mine. I was quivering and shivering. We began to strip each other as we sidled towards the bed. By the time we got there I was buck naked and so was she.
I was astonished by the sight of her mature body. Lush and fleshy next to my more slim youthful hardness. I had a shaved pudendum, hers was a thick growth of hair that matched the mien on her head. It drove me crazy to embrace her and feel that nest press in against my nude mons, and her breasts! Wow. I have a pretty pair, they look great in a mirror, pick nipples and a neat handful for me. Her's though, the knocked me out! Great soft orbs that hung down a bit and squashed my own tits with these big nipples that dug into me. I tried to lower my head to suck on them, but she whined and grabbing me she flung me onto the bed instead.
I landed on my back and she crawled up, legs straddling me. She sucked my right breast into her mouth for a moment, then raised her head and gazed down at me.
"Oh...my girl... my sweet little girl!" She moaned.
It was incredibly erotic to have her vocalize that way.
I reached up to grab her head, but she caught both my wrists in her hands instead and leaning forward she pinned them to the mattress above my head. Then her lips fell onto mine and she was kissing me passionately. Our tongues were entwined. She bit my lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. I groaned. Still holding onto my wrists, she cruised down my body with her mouth. I was writhing about trying to reciprocate, but she kept my arms pinned at first above my head while she rubbed that magnificent body across mine, then later she pinned them by my hips, snaking her arms under my legs and planting her mouth on my vulva.
As her tongue teased me, I lost control. Moaning and crying out mindlessly. I kept tugging on my wrists, but she was relentless, holding on while her mouth worked me to the very edge of orgasm. I began to hump my hips upward looking for closure. She wasn't having it. She lifted her head and smiled up at me.
"Please!" I said, lifting my head to plead.
She ginned crookedly.
"Patience darling. Be a good little girl..." She spoke. I groaned to hear her talk to me that way.
I thought she was going to finish me then, but no dice. As I moaned and began to hump frantically upward, she licked me to the point where my breath was about to lose control, then she stopped. I started to come back down to earth with frustrated moans and groans.
Then she did it again.
Then again.
Edging me. Taking me to the moment of orgasm, but keeping me from going over. Driving me crazy by calling me her 'poor little girl' each time. I finally screamed in frustration and asked her to make me come.
It must have been what she was looking for, because I heard her say pouting, "Oh! Poor little girl. She needs her cummies. Mommy fix!" Then her tongue was in me and flicking me and lapped me and drove me right over the top into this writhing, wriggling, humping kind of orgasm that means a total loss of control. A kind of complete surrender of your genitals to your lover. It went on, I am sure, for minutes. I climbed orgasm mountain and ever so slowly began to fall back off, only to have her tease me a bit more and I went over the top again. Then again. I whimpered on the fourth come, my clit and inner labia so sensitive by then that I was almost in pain.