Brigitte lay relaxing in the hot tub in her large and secluded English back garden with her arms outstretched on either side of the wooden frame, her 34D boobs only being held back from breaking free of the water by her swim vest, as the tubs hot jets massaged all around her.
Enjoying the hot water whilst lazily staring at the mid-day sun in the sky above, Brigitte's best friend Isabelle walked slowly up to the hot tub from the large country house.
"Hey gorgeous!" beamed Isabelle as she stepped onto the decking where the hot tub was fixed.
Brigitte smiled at her in return as Isabelle began to slide out of her robe, letting it fall casually to the floor as she stepped into the warm water of the hot tub.
Brigitte watched as Isabelle slid slowly and carefully into the water. Her long blonde hair falling down her tall, toned and tanned body as her tiny red bikini slid out of Brigitte's view under the waters surface. The only red remaining above the surface now was Isabelle's red lips and painted red finger-nails.
"Ooh, this is lovely" purred Isabelle as she sat down and relaxed into the tub, stretching her legs out in front of her.
Blushing, Brigitte smiled again in response but kept her eyes up at the sky in the hope that Isabelle had not seen her staring at her stunning body as she climbed into the hot tub.
Brigitte had fancied Isabelle from the moment they met 10 years ago at works conference. Now both 34 years old, she had never let onto Isabelle how she felt. In fact, she had never even told her friend that she was into women as she was too shy to admit it.
In so many ways, Isabelle was the complete opposite to Brigitte.
Firstly, she was not shy at all! Quite often Isabelle would come to work sharing stories and all the sordid details of the men AND the women she had slept with that weekend. Every story that Isabelle told made Brigitte incredibly jealous as she longed to be one of Isabelle's play-things but she would never have the courage to tell her that or do anything about it.
How she longed to be a part of one of Isabelle's sex stories!
Suddenly, a loud POP from a champagne cork brought Brigitte's attention back to reality as she looked over at Isabelle who was pouring champagne into tall champagne flutes.
Once she had filled both glasses, Isabelle swam over to Brigitte, never breaking eye contact with her friend, as she leaned over her to place a glass of champagne on the side of the hot tub just behind Brigitte's shoulder.