It was the weekend of July fourth. Jill had left that Friday to attend a heavy-duty, three day, fifteen hour a day counseling/therapy workshop. As usual, I was feeling randy and was looking forward to my friend, Kirke's, party on Saturday evening. The possibility of finding a seducible woman was certainly part of my motivation for attending, but there would be a lot of people there, many of which I knew.
Now Jill and I have had an interesting relationship up to that time. We don't live together but manage to spend a lot of time with one another even though she lives on the seacoast and I live about twenty miles inland. She's a beautiful, blue-eyed babe with dark curly hair and nice firm, if small, tits. She's sexually adventurous, a little passive and madly in love with me. So sure am I of her love for me, I know that I could hook up with another woman while she's gone, tell her about it when she returns and she would be cool with it. In fact, it would probably turn her on.
Although I had planned on attending the party alone, I had previously made a date with Eliza to play tennis that morning. I've known Eliza for several years as she was once married to a good friend of mine. She's about five foot one, very slim and athletic. She has long blonde hair, very pretty, great ass, but, by far, what sets her apart from all the other women I've known, are her magnificent breasts. Very large, firm, at least a thirty-eight or forty, their enormity seems almost unnatural on a woman of her small stature. You noticed I said "almost". They were just beautiful and I've admired them for years. Large, brown nipples, blonde pubic hair and a healthy attitude towards sex, complete one desirable woman.
I hadn't anticipated anything happening with her that day as we had just recently come to grips with her feelings of hurt and rejection when I informed her that Jill and I would be housemates in the Fall. Jill and Eliza are best friends and, by the way, it was during a planned seduction of Eliza that Jill first noticed and began pursuing me. Still, I had every intention of maintaining a relationship with Eliza, sexual or not. Eliza and I had had a couple of sexual episodes, but only in a friendly manner, always toying with, but never committing to, a serious relationship. We agreed that sex was just too difficult for us to handle at this time.
Eliza and I met in Pittsfield and played some less-than-inspired tennis for about an hour, when we decided to go for a swim at Big River. We went to the liquor store where we each bought a bottle of wine. Ostensibly, mine was for the party later, while her's would be good for sipping at the river. Cheese and crackers were similarly purchased.
We got to the river and found it peacefully deserted. Now this river is really just a wide, deep spot in a small stream, but it has a small, sandy beach near a bridge where we left our cars. We drank and ate and talked and even went for a swim when the sun had sufficiently warmed us. As the afternoon wore down, both bottles of wine were nearly consumed and Eliza and I were getting looser and friendlier.
Kisses and hugs, which were so friendly at first, were fast becoming more sensual and sexual in a way in which were having trouble resisting. There was no resistance when my hand fell to her ample breast, firm stomach and soft thighs. There was no resistance, even encouragement, when the same breast occasionally exposed itself to the waning afternoon sun. Her large, brown nipple danced under the gentle prodding of my fingers and tongue. The kisses were deep, long and wet as my hand trailed along her belly to that space between her legs, still covered by her bathing suit bottom and I massaged her there gently.
