I guess the ultimate bi experience for me was a ski trip I took the winter before grad school. We had a great day of skiing. The fresh air, skiing, everyone in their tight outfits, including me just made for a really sensuous day. Lori and I got dressed to kill and we couldn't wait to meet some guys. We were in that conquering mode. Lori's boyfriend, Dan, was not going to arrive until Sunday. He was a doll. I had dated him briefly [read only made out with him a couple of times] before he hit it off with Lori. I was between boyfriends at the time. Ted was ever present I guess but he was into boys" weekends away and skiing with his buddies, so we were "on a break". I had dated on occasion but was really into just being with the girls this weekend. Lori had relented to meeting Dan on Sunday after we skied. They were going to spend Monday skiing as well while the rest of us headed home late Sunday night.
Lori wore a hot little black T-shirt dress that just barely covered her nice rounded ass and I wore a blue thing that cling tight to my hips. I wore only a g-string and it felt wonderful to have my nipples brush lightly against the cotton material. Lori's nipples were very perky and I pointed them out to her as we left the condo.
"It's cold," she laughed.
I giggled back and pointed to my erect little nobbies and she made a licking motion with her tongue.
"You better calm them down or you will have everyone lining up"
The restaurant was fun. We met the other girls there and enjoyed a little bit of dinner with our wine. We all flirted with the waiter who seemed to enjoy serving eight girls with definite cleavage and curves on display. We all felt like dancing so the party moved to a local western bar. I was hoping to get a little swing dancing in, but I guess the guys were a little intimidated by eight gorgeous 'city gals' in heels and tight dresses.
Lori and I danced a bit with each other and finally picked out a guy who looked to be at least from the city. His boots just didn't have that "country boy" shine on them. Stan was fun, but not very satisfying we flirted a bit, but he didn't seem to go for two gals at a time and seemed a bit more distracted by the band rather than our charms.
Disappointed, horny, and a bit tipsy, Lori and I wanted to move on to a more partying place. We left the rest of our party to country two step or cab rides home vowing to meet in the morning at lift number six when it opened. The music inside was rocking at another place down the street so we went in and started dancing. As we were dancing we checked out the boys and played "'would you if you had to' There were only a few yes's in the crowd.
Finally a guy gave us the attention we deserved. Jack was flirtatious, not too drunk yet and seemed to relish the fact that two women were paying strict attention to him. We danced a few, drank a few, he squeezed my ass once and tried to steal a kiss. I made him wait and then at the end of the night gave him a mouthful of my tongue. Lori obliged him since we were leaving him at the bar as we called it an evening.
"Men suck," she cried out in disappointment.
When we got back to the condo, we continued to talk about how disappointing men were, but I mentioned that at other times they possessed just the right solution for what ails us. As we talked, Lori pulled off her dress and threw on an oversized flannel shirt. I paid particular attention to the curve of her ass accented by her g-string.
I surprisingly felt myself ache deep within my abdomen. My lips began to twitch and swell as I followed the line between her legs from her ankles past the back of her knees as it terminated into the cleavage of her ass. Her black thong contrasted nicely with the paleness of her sun-starved skin. As she turned I could see the swollen outlines of her lips against the cotton.
Her perky breasts bounced a bit as she threw the half buttoned shirt over her head. Her nipples were clearly visible inside the soft material, as she had left the buttons undone. I guess she caught me staring and motioned to me that it was my turn and wearing a big grin. I proceeded to vamp my way out of my dress letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of it amidst her cat calls. She was going on with her anti men harangue. But I caught the glimmer of lust in her eyes as my breasts felt the night air. She smiled and told me that skiing agreed with my body.
Since I normally wore a giant sized t-shirt to bed when traveling—usually without panties, I swung my hips as I walked over to the dresser and bent over to get my shirt out. It felt good to have her eyes on me. She had stopped talking as I bent over I could hear her short gasp and sigh. My little g-string was stretch tightly against my now very swollen lips and I could imagine she got a eyeful. I wiggled my ass around a bit then stood up with my t-shirt in hand.
Then,, looking her right in the eye I grabbed my panties at my hips and slowly, nonchalantly pulled them down—letting them fall on their own when I got past my knees. Lori eyes met my gaze and I smiled without comment, finally her eyes left mine and I felt their gaze on my pussy. I was, I thought, noticeably aroused but thankful I hadn't had too tight of a trim and wax so I didn't feel too naked and exposed. Not knowing where this was going, but without any hesitation I slowly unfolded my t-shirt and with no extra effort threw it on over my head.
"Want to watch T.V. or something?" I asked breaking the sensual silence.
"No I'm tired let's just hit it tonight," Lori replied hopping on her bed.
I reached for the lamp between us and wished her sweet dreams. The air was thick with darkness when the lamp went out. For a second I could see the residue images of Lori smiling at me, those gently faded and I groped for my pillow. As I lay in the darkness for a while, my ears picked up the faint noise of sheets and blankets rustling in the bed next to mine. I could hear Lori's bed creaking a little and the quiet sound of her sheets rubbing against each other.
"Are you o.k.?" I asked with giggle.
"Yes. I'm fine." I paused, thinking, not knowing where to take this.
"O.k. I thought you might need help." I replied. "What are you doing?" I asked as innocently as possible, breaking the silence. I was already getting wet thinking about Lori touching herself under those sheets. Lori replied she wasn't doing anything and that I had a dirty mind and should just go to sleep.
"I just wanted to see if you needed any pointers," was my lusty reply.
"If I was doing something, which I'm not, I would be giving out the pointers"
"Oh yeah?" was all that I could muster, but instinct took over and I quickly reached through the blackness and flipped on the lamp.
Lori's look of surprise quickly turned into immediate laughing. I was up on my toes with my hand on the switch, my t-shirt barely covering me. Lori had the covers turned down to her waist. Her shirt was open. She had one hand inside of her shirt and the other under the covers. I could tell from the bump in the blankets that it was laying on her mound.
I came over to her bedside and sat down.
"Hi!"
"Hi, yourself"
"Need any help?"
"Not yet."
"Don't let me interrupt."
"You're not"
Slowly the bump under the covers began to move a little back and forth. I was staring into Lori's eyes and smiling. She was staring back at me, then, she closed her eyes for a second and smiled.
"Does that feel good?"
