"Diane, come in."
You opened your door and, as usual, looked lovely, with your short blonde hair and eager smile. Dressed in a pale white shift, it was obvious that you weren't wearing a bra and your breasts pushed against the thin material, almost begging for attention.
"Jennie, it's so good to see you," I said, as we hugged.
I, too, was braless and I could feel my nipples harden at the touch of yours against them. My pink silk blouse did little to hide anything and my flowing green skirt completed my ensemble.
Leaving my shoes at the door I followed you into your lounge room, enjoying the view of your sexy backside. I always loved to watch you walk and you often said the same to me. It was that conversation, a few weeks ago, that started things moving between us, culminating with my first FF experience.
You had walked up behind me as I entered the very same room we were in now and started giving me a neck massage as I stood still, enjoying the sensation. Soon, your hands slowly slid down my back and cupped my bum cheeks, squeezing them gently. At first I was a bit startled but it felt so good that I laid my head back against your breasts, feeling your softness. You turned me around, looked into my eyes, and kissed me on the lips, just briefly.
As you broke the kiss, only moving your lips a few millimeters, I put my arms around you and pulled you back to me. Our kiss deepened and, before I realized what I was doing, our tongues were dancing together. Our hands started roaming over each other's bodies until we were both breathing hard. It was only a few steps to your bedroom and we spent the next two hours there, enjoying each other.
You taught me things that I never knew possible and made me cum over and over again. At the same time I learned to give you pleasure as only a woman can and the look in your eyes as we eventually parted told me this would happen again and again.
Since that first time we had several sessions of intense lovemaking and once had same room sex with our partners. I remember, as we were riding them in your king size bed, side by side, leaning together and locking ourselves in a passionate kiss. I giggled to myself when I remember how that set them off, almost simultaneously. All four of us nearly came together.
We once thought about a swinging session but decided against it, at least for the moment.
"Hi, Frank," I smiled as I saw your hubby sitting in the lounge room. It was probably just as well that my little fantasy of remembering was broken, as I was starting to get wet.
"Frank wants to be part of tonight," you announced, "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said a bit nervously, wondering exactly what you had in mind. My partner had to work late and wouldn't be over for at least another two or three hours.
When you had called me that afternoon you were almost gushing at your 'new toy' but you wouldn't tell me what it was. All you said was, "You'll just have to come over and see!"
"Well?" I asked, "where is this new toy? I'm all ready for 'show and tell."
"Not so fast, my sexy redhead friend," you laughed, "We might need a drink first, just to relax you."
Frank also looked a bit quizzical as he poured three glasses of wine; it appeared to me that he didn't know what you had on your mind, either.
You and I sat together on the lounge and Frank was in a chair across the room. He watched as we finished our wine and started a long slow kiss.
"Just to put you in the mood," you told me, as your hand moved under my blouse and started stroking my breasts. My nipples were hard now and got even harder as you pinched them, making me catch my breath.
