Samantha was a hot, five and a half foot tall eastern European bombshell, svelte, sexy and prone to dressing in the most scandalous clothing she could find. Whether it was a cultural thing or not, clad in jeans so tight you could see the lack of panty line, everybody who met her could not help staring for a few minutes. Her typical top consisted of what looked to most like spandex, a single piece tube that highlighted her trim waist and propped up her breasts, making them seem larger than a handful. Erin was a near twin in build, with brunette, shoulder length hair cut in layers that almost matched her best friend's golden locks. More conservative at least in public, Erin usually attracted attention on her own, if she was not compared side by side. After getting to know her best friend for almost a decade, Erin had come to wonder, more and more, what it would be like to finally be with a woman. That evening in the kitchen, Samantha had been acting even crazier than usual.
Clad in a silk robe, Erin could not be sure how much Samantha had been drinking that evening but she had been in the strangest mood Erin had seen yet. The pale, cream colored silk robe looked like something out of Victoria Secret's most naughty collection, with a matching half cup bra and thong. Erin had felt heated as soon as she arrived that night, staring at her best friend's outfit, almost slack jawed.
"Do you like this?" Samantha asked, her accent thicker than usual, gesturing to her attire. Her voice was as pretty as she was, sounding like a tinkle of music to Erin. Gulping, she nodded, feeling completely out of place and looking around the house. "He's not here," Samantha chuckled, referring to her husband. Erin felt her throat constrict as she nodded, walking into the kitchen. "Wine?" The blonde bombshell asked, her hand gesturing to the half empty bottle on the counter. As she did, Erin could not help but take in Samantha's pink nipples, now fully erect and seeming to stare at her. Samantha poured a glass, pretending not to notice Erin's appreciative stare.
Gulping half the glass in one go, Erin thought frantically she needed some fresh air. She had been never actually been with a woman before and the flirting was too much. "I have to take a walk," Erin blurted, "It's hot in here." Samantha nodded, her nipples seeming to grow even harder as Erin blushed.
"Finish your wine, first," Samantha murmured, stepping closer to the brunette. She loved the attention Erin had lavished on her breasts and desperately wanted the woman to finally make a move. As Samantha entered Erin's personal space, she paused, turning around. "I'll put this away," she said, leaning forward to grab the wine bottle on the counter. As she did, Samantha pressed her sexy, toned ass back into Erin's waist, showing the thong was in fact a g-string, an almost dental floss string separating the twin, creamy globes of her rear. Erin stared at Samantha's ass, her voice dry and her own pussy starting to heat up. Her had moved to caress Samantha's ass and then she paused, realizing what she was about to do. Shocked, frustrated and horny beyond the breaking point, Erin drew a deep, shuddering breath.
"I have to go," Erin exclaimed, downing the last of the wine as Samantha started to grind her butt against her jean clad thighs. Stepping away, she set the glass down and headed outside. The cold air cleared her head a little as she went for a walk around the block, trying to not think about what Samantha clearly wanted to do with her. Twenty minutes passed as she walked around the neighborhood before finally deciding to head back to the house.
Erin walked into the house, being extra careful with the front door before taking off her shoes. The night was cold, only a few weeks shy of the new year, and the brunette took extra care to be quiet as she shut the door. Even though she had stayed with her best friend during the vacation before, it felt awkward now that she was married. Thinking about Samantha's dirty blonde locks, svelte, stacked physique and naughty smile, Erin felt her thighs grow hot. Including Erin, even though she was her best friend, the blonde bombshell from Romania had given her thoughts she had not entertained since college. Even still, Erin had never acted on any of her lesbian impulses, having only been with men. During college though, she had fantasized many times what it would be like to make a move on her roommate. A few nights, she had waited till the woman was asleep, then finger fucked herself crazy while watching her. Shaking her head to focus on the present, she shut the door, her long legs stepping lightly on the hardwood floor, as she tracked down the steps leading into the family room. Thinking that the house was quiet and Samantha might have passed out, drunk, Erin slowly walked in, headed for the staircase.
Stopping in her tracks, Erin heard a sloshing sound, coupled by moaning, from around the wall near the Christmas tree. "Oh," moaned a distinctly feminine voice, which caused Erin to get excited and nervous, all at once. Clad in tights, Erin was five and a half feet of prime, hot woman. She knew exactly how attractive she was and after her friend had been married to the lithe, curvaceous Romanian for over a year, she had experienced a jealousy unlike anything before. Erin crept behind the wall and peered around the corner, not sure what to expect, but afraid of waking anybody else in the house.
Samantha was kneeling, doggy-style, on the couch and completely naked. Her knees parted and back arched, Samantha was in the middle of ramming a flesh colored dildo into her pussy over and over again. Erin froze, watching the hot blonde bombshell work her pussy for a moment while she just admired the curves of her ass. Without the g-string in between her cheeks, Samantha's bottom had a tight, firm crack separating the twin globes of creamy, round perfection. In the dim light, Erin could just see the light brown, star shaped entrance to her nether orifice, and licked her lips, feeling her heart start thumping in her cheset.
Shaking her head, she stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. Samantha's svelte frame was firm all over, with curves to die for in the hips, the thighs and the chest. Samantha's breasts were sticking straight out, despite being a c-cup at least. Erin felt her chest constrict as her breathing quickened, watching the blonde moan as she fucked her pussy. The pale, smooth skin of Samantha's ass cheeks was unblemished, even in the dim light, and Erin licked her lips as she stared.