My boyfriend, Grant, and I had planned on a little weekend trip on the lake. We’d been planning the little get away for weeks. At the last minute, Grant’s best friend from college, Paul, called. Paul and his wife, Claudette, were going to be in town that weekend and wanted to stop by. Before I knew what was happening, Grant had happily invited them to spend the weekend with us on the lake. When Grant hung up the phone, one look at me told him how thrilled I was about the whole thing. I had been planning on a little one-on-one time between the two of us. So much for that idea.
As the weekend rolled around, I grew more used to the idea of spending the time with friends. I figured Claudette and I could lay out in the sun while the guys fished or whatever. I could handle that. I’d just put the romance I had planned on hold until after the weekend.
We had agreed to meet up with Paul and Claudette out at the lake. Early Friday morning, Grant and I pulled up to the boat dock, unhitched the boat, and waited for Paul and Claudette. After about fifteen minutes, they pulled up. I’d meet Grant before but had never met Claudette. Paul is a lot like Grant. Tall, dark hair, athletic build. Grant tends to smile more than Paul but Paul has a dry sense of humor I can appreciate. When I first laid eyes on Claudette, I was stunned. She had an earthy beauty about her that made her more than just attractive. Her blond hair was pulled back in a clip at the base of her neck. She was wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt. Her sunglasses were sliding down her nose and she was laughing at something Paul had said. When I finally got myself together, I moved forward to meet both of them.
After getting settled on board, we cast off and headed out onto the lake. Paul and Grant were already playing one-upmanship, catching up where they’d left off. Claudette and I were getting acquainted, putting away all the groceries in the galley. When we’d finally stopped in a secluded area off the main part of the lake, Claudette and I decided to get a little sun. Slipping into my swimsuit, I headed out on deck. Paul and Grant were on the other side of the boat casting lines for fish. As I laid a towel on my lounge car, Claudette came up from below. She was wearing a skimpy white two-piece that made her legs look like they went on forever. I suddenly found myself feeling overwhelmed by her.
For nearly ten minutes, we laid in silence. Finally, Claudette asked if I wouldn’t might putting some lotion on her back. I said sure and sat up. As I grabbed the bottle of lotion, Claudette reached up and unhooked the top of her bikini. I didn’t know what to do. I stared at her neck and then let my eyes wander down to her chest. She had gorgeous breasts, round, firm and tan. She turned her back to me and held up her hair. Squirting a little lotion in my hand, I gently rubbed her back. Claudette sighed and shivered as the cool lotion met with her warm skin.
I couldn’t help but feel an excitement build as I rubbed the lotion over Claudette. As I finished her back, I turned to settle back in my chair. Claudette had other ideas. Turning over, she laid on her back and asked me to lotion her front. I didn’t know quite what to do. I didn’t want to her think that I was uncomfortable. I wasn’t even sure if I was uncomfortable or not. I knew that I was getting aroused but had never had this reaction with a woman before. I took the bottle of lotion in my hand again and slowly dropped a dollop or two into my palm. Leaning over Claudette, I worked the lotion into her stomach first. She moaned silently and closed her eyes. I slowly moved my hands up her stomach, to just below her breasts. My hands hesitated and Claudette opened her eyes. We stared at one another, not saying a word, then quietly, in almost a whisper, Claudette said, “Touch me.”
Those two little words sent shivers down my back and straight to the mound between my legs. I looked Claudette in the eyes and without blinking slowly moved my hands up and cupped the underside of her breasts. She felt heavy and firm in my hands. And I noticed that the shape of her breasts fit my hands perfectly. Claudette closed her eyes and sighed as I moved my lotioned fingers over her breasts, working slowly from the underside of her orbs and up around the sides to rub the top of her chest. Her nipples had grown hard, forming small brown nubs that seemed to throb before my eyes.
Looking down, I watched my hands as if they were someone else’s. My fingers splayed out over her skin. Her nipples were getting harder and harder. Moving my fingers down, sliding them over her skin, I brushed the tips of my fingers over her nipples. Claudette took a quick breath and sighed, pushing her chest out to me. I couldn’t believe how I felt. Just touching her skin was driving me crazy. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. My bikini bottoms were sopping wet.
My fingers kept moving over Claudette, squeezing, rubbing, massaging. I pushed my fingers down over her nipples, flicking my nail over her nub. She moaned. I flicked her brown nipple again, over and over again. Taking her mounds in my hands, I pushed them together and rubbed back and forth. Claudette was breathing quicker, short gasps coming from her mouth. Closing my forefinger and thumb around her nipple, I pinched gently. When Claudette moaned louder, I squeezed harder, pulling on her tight little nipple.
I played with Claudette’s tits, working my fingers over her nipples and squeezing with my hands. Claudette leaned back, bracing her upper body on her arms. Her chest rose up, daring me. I smiled and knew I had to try it. I had to taste those brown little nipples. Leaning forward, I did what I love to have Grant do. Using just the tip of my tongue, I slowly circled Claudette’s right nipple, never actually touching her nub. Claudette moaned and pushed her tit up further into my face. Moving to her other breast, I repeated the slow circles, torturing her. Finally, when neither of us could stand it any longer, I flicked my tongue over her left nipple and pulled it into my mouth. Closing my lips around her, I sucked slowly, savoring the flavor and sensation. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was sucking on another woman’s nipple and my husband was just a boat-length away. I sucked harder and faster.
Claudette moaned and pushed upwards, pushing her breast into my mouth. My hair flowed down covering her chest as I suckled at her nipples. She moved my hair with the flick of her hand and watched as my lips closed over her other nipple and sucked hard. My fingers played with the wet nipple I had just had in my mouth. I moaned at the sheer deliciousness of what I was doing. Suddenly, I felt another sensation I hadn’t been expecting. Claudette had reached up and was rubbing my breast through my bikini top.
Slowly, her fingers massaged my nipple, pulling and tugging it. I sucked harder on her nipple. Claudette reached up and untied my top, pulling it to the side. My own full breasts dangled down, swinging gently. Claudette’s fingertips reached up to meet my engorged nipples, squeezing and teasing. I couldn’t stand it. I moaned and sat up. Claudette, knowing what I craved, leaned forward and took my right nipple in her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned. Her mouth was warm and so wet. Her suck was different than Grant’s, more delicate. She pulled my breast into her mouth and sucked slow and deliberately. Her hand reached up and touched my other breast and squeezed.
When her mouth finally tore away from my nipple, we looked at each other, our breathing quick and short. Her hand snaked up around my neck and she pulled me down to her. Our lips met and we kissed liked lovers. Claudette’s tongue pushed my lips open, wedging itself between my lips. I moaned and sucked on the tip of her tongue as our kiss deepened. I felt a rush through my body. My pussy was drenched and I didn’t care what happened next, just so long as I had Claudette.
