Those of you have read some of my previous articles will know my history and my close relationship with my very best friend forever, L We have known each other a long time and like most girls who are close, have experimented sexually to find limits of what we enjoy. I am sure boys are the same way; however, society tends to accept closeness between women, which is seldom experienced by men. We do, after all, go to toilets in pairs, we hug and kiss openly upon greeting, and we show off our shapely figures (or not so shapely) in alluring manners.
More and more men treat women with less respect then they should and it is therefore not surprising that more and more women turn to each other for comfort and confidence, which in many cases leads to intimacy. So was the case between L and myself. I may write about my upbringing in a future article in order to offer some perspective on why I have become the way I am, buy for now simply accept that I am quite promiscuous and because my husband spends so much time travelling for his work, I have a mountain of time to pursue my desires. That, coupled with a very high libido, has offered me dozens of opportunities over the years to explore and usually push the envelope.
Two weeks ago L and I went shopping, as we often do. Not only have we been inseparably best friends for fifty years but we are the same age and up until ten years ago used to be the same size and shape. Unfortunately L has added a few kilos to her weight and is now a good dozen heavier than myself. I am holding at 58 Kg. (128 lbs.), but not without a tremendous effort. I work out aerobically every day and have managed to keep most of the sag from my buttocks and thighs from happening. My breasts are slowly starting to slump, but at a much slower rate than most women and I am proud to say that, although they were augmented when I was young, I have had the silicone removed and they still hold their own.
I am still a 38 although my cup has gone from C to D, whereas L who is a C cup has gone from a 38 to a 40. Her butt is rounder than mine and nowhere near as firm but she has managed to keep her tummy tight, which makes her boobs look larger (a trick I learned form a good friend many years ago) and still quite attractive. L has never married and although has had many lesbian affairs, has also been with numerous men over the years. There has been nothing, which came even close, to the loving and caring relationship her and I enjoy and have for all these years; not even my husband.
It was, for that reason that you should not be surprised we went to her condo after our shopping adventure to try on all the clothes we purchased. I had selected another bathing suit (the ten I have are just not enough) for an upcoming vacation to Europe. L suggested I try it on and show her, as she did not have an opportunity to see it in the store. I went to the bedroom and removed my clothes, putting the two piece suit on and adjusting certain parts appropriately.
I returned to her living room wearing only the suit and she gasped in acceptance of how it looked. She told me to turn around slowly so she could see and commented on the lack of material, especially in the bottoms. It was a string made by Wicked Weasel, which only coved the necessary bits, but a total wax of my pubic area is a must in order to wear this outfit.
The leopard skinned top is half a size smaller than I am, making my breasts appear as if they are about to fall out. I purposely bounced up and down a few times to show how well they held my girls in place by the tiny bits of material. We often try on clothes in L's living room as she is on the 30th floor of a condo with a tall apartment building directly across the street. Often we have seen people staring into her window as we parade around nude or partially naked and the tantalizing ritual has become quite a turn in for both of us.
"Let me try it on?" L asked. I smiled and unashamedly reached behind my back and unclasped the top. I held it in place while L removed her blouse and lacy bra. I stared at her breasts (although I have seen them dozens of times) as if they were the most amazing objects I had ever seen. I lowered my hands and handed her the bikini top as she in turn, gazed at my nakedness. "Help me hook it up," she said, as she fumbled with the clasp. I reached behind her and did my best, but the material was certainly stretched to its limit. She turned and we both laughed as her breasts were squashed into place and it made her look like a cheap slut.
I stood before her still laughing as I reached around her to undo the clasp. As I did, the bathing suit top fell to the floor and we stood facing with our naked breasts centimeters away from each other. Our eyes met and L 's face moved toward mine. I responded by moving mine closer and a moment later our lips were pressed against each other sending that all too familiar sensation throughout my body.
I slowly, lovingly pushed my tongue forward and felt her lips part as she accepted my wet appendage as it ended her mouth. She responded with her tongue circling mine and through suction and motion we were darting in and out of each other's mouths. After a few moments I could softly hear L moan and I moved my face to press my cheek against hers. I felt her hands slide long my back to my naked buttocks. "I am so wet," I whispered in her ear and I felt her press her hands against my bottom, pushing me harder against her.
