I had worked with Anne for a couple of years and had socialized quite a bit with both she and her husband Patrick at the time. But having left that company, I hadn't seen her for quite a while. It was a very pleasant surprise then to see her as I entered the bar to pass away some time one Friday evening. On seeing me, she ordered me a glass of my favourite wine (great memory) and we began talking. I told her about my recent break-up from my boyfriend James and she sympathised with me. She told me that Patrick would be collecting her shortly and invited me to spend the weekend with them to talk over old times and take my mind off James. She dismissed my objection of having no change of clothes with the advice that they only ever wore sarongs at home and that she had plenty of spares to which I was welcome. Having nothing else planned, I accepted and thus began a most extraordinary episode in my life.
Patrick was a little late in collecting us, so by the time that he arrived we were both relaxing nicely and in a playful mood when we were driven out to their small farm. Patrick is a huge - about 6' 6" and solid with being fat - very attractive man with deep golden skin and, being of Polynesian origin, has a very easy going and tolerant nature. When we arrived, Anne asked me if I would like to change into something more comfortable, I agreed and she found me a sarong. She showed me to their spare bedroom where I changed and when I returned to the lounge both she and Patrick were wearing sarongs.
Patrick occupied the only chair in that room and Anne was sitting on the sofa facing Patrick's chair. I sat next to Anne and it was obvious that Patrick was totally naked under his lap-lap as, like most men, he sat gape-legged and his manhood was not very discreetly displayed. He appeared to be quite well endowed, but he didn't seem to take much notice my occasional furtive glance in that direction. When Anne went to get the next drink, I could see through the thin material of her sarong that she also appeared to be naked underneath it, although as she returned I could not detect the expected dark triangle when she walked toward me.
After making an expansive gesture while describing some recent incident, Anne's hand came to rest on my thigh and she began to gently massage the inside of it with her fingers. It felt kind of good to me so I made no attempt to stop her. I think that Patrick became aware of what was happening and retired, rather diplomatically, to the next room to watch football. Anne and I were alone in the lounge room and we talked - and drank - for a while and her hand stayed where it was but continued to gently caress the soft, sensitive inner part of my thigh. As the booze slowly took hold the conversation turned more personal. I was now missing James and becoming desperately horny so I told her so, while she stated that she was bisexual and had always fancied me. I told her that I had never been with a woman and she replied that I didn't know what I was missing. By now we had both had a few and were becoming quite relaxed. I reminded her that Patrick was in the next room and she told me that he was already aware of her attraction for women in general and me in particular and that he would not interfere with us.
I could now feel the heat of her thigh against me but didn't respond immediately, still not certain of my feelings but relaxed enough to allow things to develop. As I had not rejected her, she gently turned my face to hers and kissed me lightly on the lips. I could feel her passion and, with my loneliness and the drinks I had consumed, responded. Soon we were locked in an embrace and I felt her untying my sarong. As we separated, it fell from my breasts and Anne held my shoulders at arms length and gazed lovingly at them. I am a late developer and my breasts have never been very big, but my nipples are very prominent and at that moment they were standing out like organ stops. Anne drew me closer and slowly lowered her hands until they were cupping my breasts with the nipples sitting exposed above her hands. As we drew closer she lowered her head and kissed each nipple in turn. An electric shock passed through my body at her gentle touch and I stirred from my lethargy. I reached across and untied her sarong, allowing her much fuller breasts to escape. I explored them with my finger tips and when I touched her areolae she let out a gasp of pleasure.
She asked if I would like her to give me a relaxing massage. I realized that it was more than massage she had in mind and, being somewhat curious and curiously aroused, readily consented. We stood up leaving the sarongs were they lay and I then discovered the reason for the absent triangle - she was completely shaven in her pubic area. She led me to her bedroom and bade me to take off my panties and lie face down across the foot of their king sized bed while she went to get some oil. She soon returned and as she massaged my upper body, I had a very clear view of her sex and saw that her outer lips were already swollen. By the time she told me to roll over onto my back, I was almost like jelly from the soothing sensations of her massage. She seemed to spend a little extra time around my nipples which were now so hard as to be almost painful, before working out the tightness in my stomach.
She then moved to my feet and massaged them and my legs. As she massaged my legs, her eyes were riveted to my exposed pussy. By the time she had reached my thighs, she had my knees raised and well separated and when she had finished massaging at the top of my thighs she started to massage my now swollen outer labia, which separated until I could feel the air cool on my clitoris and inner lips. She then proceeded to rub around that nub of delight and as my moaning began, inserted a finger into my love canal and searched around in there for my "g" spot. It didn't take her long to find it and my moaning increased in volume. She now knelt between my thighs and took my clitoris into her lips and began to flick it gently with her tongue while gently sucking on me. She continued these ministrations on my pussy until my moaning was loud enough to heard in the next house and a shuddering orgasm ran through my body.
When I had relaxed a little I saw that she was lying beside me and decided that it was only fair to return the favour. I began by gently running my tongue around the nipple of her nearest breast, before sucking it into my mouth while I explored her other breast with my hand. I could feel her nipple becoming larger and harder as I sucked and licked. My hand began to descend across her stomach until I reached her mons. My fingertips now trailed slowly across her pubis, marvelling at the smoothness there compared to the roughness of my own thickly covered triangle, to her love canal and I could feel her juices oozing from between her labia.