CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. For example, Sarah does not have a dog like um...well Sarah does not have a dog. Enjoy the story only if you're allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC.
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I consider myself very lucky. I have many friends, and most of them are women. While most of these relationships are platonic, there exists a certain flirtatious component in many of them; a certain something that keeps things fun and exciting.
Sarah is one such friend and while we have a certain chemistry, we have agreed that us as lovers or partners would probably not be a good thing. That was established years ago, leaving us more comfortable to tease each other, with those subtle innocent flirts exchanged on the understanding that its all in fun.
This is a tale of a wonderful summer weekend several years ago that I spent with Sarah and two of her friends, at her family's cabin at Mt. Washington ski resort in British Columbia.
This is the point at which descriptions are usually given of the people involved in the story, embellished to heighten the experience in its recollection. Much in the same way that people who recall their past lives as being that of royalty or a famous individual, descriptions in this type of story usually involve enlargement of perceived positives and reduction of the negatives. I would do best to stay true to the real story but what's the fun in that.
I'm an average guy. I'm 6 feet tall, slightly curly brown hair, and eyes that alternative from green, to blue, to grey depending on the lighting and clothes I'm wearing, or lack there of. I have average features, padded with a few extra pounds that I'd love to get rid of. I've got a normal sized penis that is solid and healthy when erect at the average six inches length. I have heard that when you lose weight it gets bigger, so who knows what the future holds ladies!
Sarah, the host of this little trip stands out because of her long, naturally cut thick red hair; her green eyes with specks of brown, accentuate her freckled face and endearing smile. She's about 5'6", voluptuous , but not fat. Over the years I've heightened my skills at gauging breast sizes, and I'd put hers at around a B-cup size. In my eyes she's cute and very attractive.
Sarah brought her two friends, Karin, which you pronounce "car-en", and Ondrea, both of whom I'd met briefly, but didn't know well at all. Both were blondes. I'm not sure why saying they were blondes merits a sentence of its own, but it feels right. Society seems to elevate blondes into a special category of their own when it comes to romance and erotica; the statement that "blondes have more fun" is only the tip of the iceberg that hints at this disparity. For me though, I've never been drawn to a blonde based on her hair colour alone...it's the red heads and brunettes that I've always found I'm drawn to when making a choice on a purely superficial basis. Regardless, Karin's hair is naturally light brown, though Ondrea is a 'true blonde'.
Karin was a bit taller than Sarah, probably about 5'8" and was a little more voluptuous than Sarah. She was what I'd call curvy, balanced out by her larger breasts (C-cups) and a nice round butt. Ondrea was your more typical cute cheerleader type; she was about 5' feet tall, probably weighed 100 lbs, and had a tiny ass, and perky A-cup breasts.
I've tried not to embellish my descriptions of these women or myself. I write my stories as much for myself as for others, and I'm more attracted to "real women" than I am the artificially inflated and "perfect" women that frequent pornography these days. Well, there you go β descriptions as complete as I will make them right now. There are far too many subtle nuances about someone, the way they walk, hold their head, lick their lips, and gently caress their nipples through their tight...oh wait...that's not part of this story.
Well, it was a beautiful week in late June on Vancouver Island. Temperatures there are usually around 30 degrees Celsius and that is considered warm here in the summer. This, though, was an especially warm summer and temperatures had been cresting at 37 degrees Celsius during the day and staying above 29 degrees Celsius in the evening. It was a heat wave in an area that usually didn't have them which meant that nobody has air conditioning in their apartments, and few have it in their cars. Everyone was hot and sweaty.
Sarah called me at work Friday morning and suggested she wanted to play hooky in the afternoon and escape for the weekend with a few friends. I latched right onto that, as nothing was happening at work β the mall I worked at then had not maintained their AC and it had frozen over and wasn't working at all. I'd spent my week in an unventilated, humid, greenhouse. People who didn't have to shop definitely weren't stupid enough to enter this tropic zone that instantly made all your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin.
Needless to say, being the boss, I made the decision to vacate immediately and, waving goodbye to my heat-exhausted staff, sticking to the counters they were propped against, blinked goodbye.
I was home in 15 minutes and tossing some clothes into a bag. Clothes basically consisted of a couple pairs of shorts, some t-shirts, and my hiking boots. My shaving kit ended up in the bag, and I considered what else to bring. There's some great hiking up there, and a few lakes nearby, all great for swimming. I grabbed a few diving masks and snorkels and my Canon A-1 underwater camera. I was set.
I hopped in my car and drove off to the liquor store, deciding to stock up now. A full cooler of ice and libations for later. I was at Sarah's house ready to pick her up. Her car was in the driveway, and I just let myself into her place. I yelled out that I was there as I opened the door, and caught her walking out of the bathroom. She swore at me and did a quick check ... the towel was covering all her bits β she'd obviously just had a shower.
I laughed and told her I liked her outfit, but that in this heat I thought she was overdressed. She walked away toward her bedroom, and pulled her towel wide. Granted, she was still covered from behind, but the idea that she wasn't covered at all in the front instantly had me getting hard in my pants. She looked back over her shoulder as she neared her door and stuck her tongue out at me. As she pulled her arms back to her body, she let the towel drop so that it was just covering her ass, and revealed her bare back to me. Still sticking out her tongue, I told her to hold her pose, I'd run to get my video camera, and that started her laughing, as she moved into her room. She dropped the towel as the door closed, and I swore I saw some of her smooth freckled fanny.
Ten minutes later she emerged from her room dressed in a white tank top and short blue-jean cut-offs. I'd actually run back to my car and grabbed my video camera, and started filming her as she emerged. I provided commentary, "See the brown-freckled, red haired women emerge from her lair, dressed to seduce the male of her species. Will we ever find out if her rug matches her curtains?" Sarah struck a cheesecake pose, one hand on her thrust out hip, and the other on her hair, and lips pursed in a mocking kiss.
We both started laughing as I zoomed in on her cleavage and she leaned forward even more...something she wouldn't have done if she had known where I was zooming and what she was showing. On second thought, maybe she did know, but that's not something I'd be able to verify. The low neck of her already revealing shirt fell away from her chest, and showed off a goodly amount of breasts β I was transfixed, and couldn't take my eyes or move the camera off of their target. I wasn't sure if they were just shadows I was seeing, or if I was seeing an actual nipple on her left breast as she leaned down, and before I could tell for certain she was standing up again, telling me to stop being a perv, and to get off my ass and load up the car.
As we piled into the car, Sarah told me that two of her friends were coming, and that we were picking them both up at Karin's house. I'd met both before at group gatherings, but didn't know much about them, so Sarah filled me in a bit while she directed me toward Karin's home.