Jill felt great to be young, free, playful and a little horny. It was one of those idyllic Summer days. The right place, with the right person and an abundance of youthful energy.
The restaurant's patio bar overlooked the ocean. Jill enjoyed a White Russian. She tried to distract Lauren with a compliment, "I really like your new hairstyle. It's very different and works for you, Laurie."
"Thanks. It was a hard decision." While Lauren explained the whys and wherefores, Jill felt a comforting warmth from the drink, the ocean view and the early evening sun. She casually dropped her hand to rest gently on Lauren's thigh. The physical touch was a routine connection between the two.
The Friday afternoon Happy Hour was the start of a weekend together at the beach. Lauren was one of those people made for Summer relaxation. Her light brown hair cascaded across her breasts. When it moved in the onshore breeze, the strands shimmered and took on a golden glow in the descending rays. Her lithe body relaxed and stretched comfortably.
Under Jill's hand, the thin material of Lauren's blue sundress was warm with the sun's heat and from her supple flesh. Encouraging her to continue the hair discussion, Jill interjected a neutral observation. Her friend chattered on with her characteristic enthusiasm. It energized her body and was one of the magnetic attractions that she seemed unaware of.
Jill was not as curvaceous as Lauren. She was very tall and gangling. Although the drinks were starting to have an effect, her body was tense from pent-up sexual energy. She needed a release.
Feigning interest in the light conversation, Jill's eyes were engaged in devouring her friend's appearance. The light tan on her smooth skin. The dancer-like movement of her arms. The alertness of her deep brown eyes. The slow rise and fall of her breasts. She was entranced by the understated beauty and the fun-loving personality that shone through the easy smile and trilling laughs.
During a pause, Jill said with an intentional double-entendre, "You look hot."
Lauren missed the sexual connotation and replied, "I feel hot." She twisted in search of the server.
Jill caught the waitress's eye and signaled for another wine cooler for Lauren and one for herself. The sound of Lauren's voice had a pleasant lilt and a hint of her southern roots. To continue the verbal symphony, Jill asked, "How's work going?"
She took the bait and riffed on the highs and lows of her week at the nonprofit. As an active and engaged advocate to improve people's lives, it was the perfect spot for her.
Jill's white blouse draped loosely over her khaki shorts. She nonchalantly released another button to let more air in and expose the flesh at the top of her chest. Next, she moved to cool her hot friend by fanning her and pulling her skirt higher up her legs. Lauren unconsciously made a small attempt to push the skirt back to a more chaste position. Jill resisted.
Lauren looked around to determine if anyone could see this flirtatious play. Re-assured they were somewhat concealed in the alcove by a bush and a partition, Lauren allowed the light massage of her legs to continue.
"Oh, that's good. My muscles are tight from this morning's run." Continuing to talk about work, Lauren relaxed down in the padded chair. This gave Jill easier access. As her body eased, Lauren described her excitement at a possible promotion.
Nodding in encouragement, Jill rested her head on her left hand. Staring at her companion's makeup-free face, she shifted her chair closer and continued the slow advance of her right hand under the sundress and up the leg. Lauren squirmed on the cushion and her voice tightened. As Lauren reached a critical part of recounting her job interview, Jill place her palm delicately on Lauren's panty clad vagina.
She squeaked, "Jill!" and reddened. Her frisky pal looked at her innocently. Lauren dropped her hand in a feeble attempt to push Jill away. However, being under her skirt, the intruder had the upper hand.
Lauren squeezed her thighs together to stop the public invasion of her private bits. It only served to increase the pressure on her loins. To break down her resistance, Jill's fingers rubbed up and down the front of her thin and silky underwear. They were both excited by the intimate touch.
Inhaling deeply, Lauren finished her first cooler to steady herself. The middle-aged waitress approached to deliver the new drink. The tablecloth partially concealed Jill's naughty arm. She gave the server a friendly smile and noticed her name was Beth.
Lauren was a mix of agitated and embarrassed. She tried again to subtly brush her friend's hand in an effort to stop the salacious and disconcerting movements. It only succeeded in increasing the tightness of the contact and the pressure on her moistening lingerie.
Before the waitress departed, Jill ask her to bring some dinner menus.
In a flustered state, Lauren was reluctant to take another drink that could further loosen her inhibitions. To counter, Jill proposed a toast, "To living life and accepting love."
Lauren gave a faux annoyed look. Since it would be rude to refuse the salutation, she clinked glasses and took a sip. She rolled her neck and relaxed her shoulders. This loosened the rest of her body. With more freedom of movement, Jill caressed the exposed flesh on the upper thighs. Lauren's eyes fluttered and she moaned quietly with acceptance.
Beth returned with the menus. Seeing Lauren's blissful expression, she asked, "Are you enjoying the drinks?"
Lauren was shaken from her reverie by the visitor's presence and sat up straighter.
Jill answered in a sultry voice, "They're very stimulating." Lauren raised her eyebrows and shot Jill a look that said, 'Stop it!'
