It is 9 o’clock on Sunday morning when I stop in front of Alison’s house. She is my girlfriend of the past 13 months. It is a perfect summer day and we planned on spending the day (which incidentally is my 23rd birthday!) at a very private swimming hole in the mountains. I do not even have to close my eyes to picture us skinny-dipping and making love on the smooth rocks under the clear blue sky. Ever since I got out of bed this morning, I kept feeling this tingling in my pants!
I enter the house and find Alison in the kitchen. The table is laden with picnic baskets, drinks, towels and everything needed for a perfect day in the sun. She comes up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss. She looks quite striking. She has long blonde hair and her tiny yellow bikini top battles to contain her full, firm 36C bust. She is wearing white shorts over her bikini bottoms, which shows off her long, tanned athletic legs quite nicely.
“Hi, love! Happy birthday! I hope you don’t mind, but Blanche’s date cancelled and I said it would be OK for her to join us.” she chirps.
“Of course! No problem at all! The more the merrier!” I reply. But someone might as well have poured a glass of ice cold water down the front of my pants! Blanche is Alison’s identical twin sister, therefore equally beautiful. What I had in mind, however, was a day of lust, nudism and glorious outdoor sex! Now that we’re tagging Blanche along, all prospects of that goes down the drain. Don’t get me wrong! Blanche is a great girl with a very bubbly personality – a definite carbon copy of her sister, but today she would only be cramping style! It is with great difficulty that I hide my disappointment.
Then Blanche appears in the doorway. She’s wearing a bright blue bikini top with exactly the same shorts as Alison over her bikini bottoms. “Hi Bob! Happy birthday, big boy!” she says and gives me a peck on the lips. “I hope you don’t mind me coming along!” she says with a striking smile.
“Not in the least!” I reply, faking my enthusiasm. “Come, let’s get these goodies in the van and hit the road!” We load everything in the back of the van. All three of us get into the front of the van with Blanche sitting in the middle. The fact that these two sisters are absolutely identical in every way has never ceased to amaze (and sometimes confuse!) me. The only way of telling them apart is the tiny mole on Blanche’s shoulder. They like to wear the same clothes, but normally one will wear something of a different color. Like the blue and yellow bikini tops – exactly the same style, but different colors. It does make it easier to tell them apart. Of course it is a different story altogether when you have a conversation with them. Even though their voices sound the same, you can tell them apart by what they say and how they say it. Somehow their mother never has a problem telling them apart, but their father sometimes slips up.
We drive into the countryside, the road meandering through the green hills. Finally we reach the swimming hole. It is very private, totally surrounded by trees. The property belongs to a friend of mine that is out of town, so we have the whole place just to ourselves. We unpack and walk to the side of the pool. We spread our towels on the green grass. It is an absolutely awesome swimming spot! The water cascades over a rocky drop of about 20 feet into a crystal clear pool – so clear that you can see the trout swimming in it. The pool is quite deep in places, but in some areas shallow enough to stand in. More or less in the middle is a huge flat rock which the girls refer to as ‘the island’.
I take off my shirt and lie back on my towel, enjoying the hot sun on my body. Next to me the girls are wiggling out of their shorts. Any guy I know would have given his front teeth to be in my position and here I am sulking because Blanche is cramping my style! They lie down on their tummies on either side of me and I have a perfect view of their tight, round asses, barely covered by the high cut bikini bottoms.
Alison opens the picnic basket and takes out an ice cold bottle of champagne and three glasses. “Come, we have something to celebrate, not so, birthday boy?” She hands me the bottle and I open it. The cork flies into the air with a loud pop and lands in the water. I pour the champagne and we toast. It is hot and we are thirsty. The girls are wolfing down the champagne like cold drink and after a few refills, the bottle is empty.
The girls become noticeably more talkative, but are very far from intoxicated. Alison stretches out next to me on her towel. “Luv, would you please help me put on some suntan lotion?” she asks. I get on my knees next to her and start applying the lotion to her calves, working my way up to her thighs. I find it quite a turn-on kneading her oily, firm flesh with my hands and before long I develop quite a hard-on. Then I put my hands on the two protruding orbs of her butt and work them with my hands. I move up and do her back. I boldly undo her bikini top and smear the lotion all over her back. She does not object. I wipe my hands and get back onto my towel. She leaves the top undone, lying on her breasts.
“What about me?” Blanche asks. “Mind giving me a hand as well?”
“Sure!” I say. I turn towards her and straddle her. She is also lying face down on her arms. I decide to start with her back. Sitting on her butt, I do her shoulders and then proceed to undo her top. She stops me. “That won’t be necessary, thanks!” she says.
“OK then, but don’t blame me if your top gets all oily!” I reply, disappointed.
“Blanche, for crying out load! Stop being such a prude! Relax! Unwind!” Alison says.
“Well, alright then…” Blanche says and relaxes. I undo the top and apply the lotion to her back. Because she is lying on her arms, her full, firm breasts are bulging out at the sides. I gently run my fingers over the firm flesh of her boobs while applying the lotion. No reaction. I decide not to push my luck and do the backs of her legs. She, too, does not bother to fasten her top.
Alison gets up, holding her loose top over her breasts while she kneels by the picnic basket. She takes out another bottle of wine and opens it. Having to use both hands to open the bottle, her top falls away and exposes her full breast with its rosy tip. She clumsily tries to cover up.
“Hey, who’s a prude now?” I call to her. “Come on! Be a devil and lose the top!”
“Dream on, loverboy!” she replies and pours three glasses of wine. “Here, come and help yourselves.”
“Hey, it IS my birthday, remember..?” I push the envelope.
