The first of my collection

It started at the barbecue. Leslie and Andy had invited a group of friends one Sunday afternoon to celebrate Andy’s birthday. Annette who was married to Jim had brought some sausages and a couple of bottles of wine. Leslie had taken them from her but had seemed to have let her fingers linger on her hand as she said thank you. At the time Annette had thought nothing about it.

As the barbeque progressed everyone had a bit to drink and were all enjoying themselves. Leslie had played the host well, making sure that everyone had enough food and drink. Jim had got together with his mates and Annette was standing by the food table. Leslie came up behind her bringing some more freshly cooked food.

As she squeezed past Annette she inadvertently pushed her breasts against Annette’s back. When Annette turned to look at her she carried on as if nothing had happened. As the afternoon progressed Leslie seemed to initiate contact with Annette on numerous occasions. She had touched her arm when speaking, brushed the back of her hand against her bum when talking to someone behind her and on a couple of occasions brushed her upper arm against Annette’s tits whilst walking past her. Annette had felt each touch but thought that they were all accidental.

At the end of the evening Leslie had come over to Annette and suggested that she come round the next day for a girlie day lounging about the pool or in the hot tub. Annette had agreed. She left with Jim.

That night she seemed strangely excited. She tried to initiate lovemaking with Jim but he was too far gone. Eventually she slept, frustrated.

The following morning she packed her bikini in her handbag and set off to Leslie’s house. It was a beautiful sunny day and when she arrived Leslie was already in her costume, fully sun-creamed, her body glistening with the oil.

Annette changed in the bathroom and came out to the patio where Leslie was sat on a lounger sunning herself. Annette realised that she had no sun-cream.

“Leslie” she asked. “Can I borrow some sun-cream. I forgot to bring mine with me.”

“Sure, I’ll put some on your back if you want.”

Annette laid on her front on the lounger. Leslie pour a handful of cream and started to massage it into her skin. She started at the shoulders slowly working down her back and then back up under Annette’s arms. On each pass she brushed the outside of Annette’s tits, then down her back to the elastic of her bikini bottoms. She poured another handful and started to cream Annette’s legs.

Starting on the right leg she rubbed the cream into her calves then slowly worked her way up to her thighs, gentle massaging as she went. As she massaged her fingers brushed against Annette’s pussy mound, at first just lightly then with more weight. Annette felt uncomfortable at first until she realized that this was quite a pleasurable experience.

Leslie started on Annette’s left leg. Again she massaged oil into her calves and then worked up her leg until she met the resistance of Annette’s pussy.

“Turn over.” Leslie ordered. Annette turned.

Leslie filled her hands again and applied cream to Annette’s shoulder. She worked the oil into her skin slowly moving down until she was applying it to the two small mounds of Annette’s tits. Annette had her eyes closed, her nipples were responding in a way that would have been embarrassing had Leslie not made the comment.

“Oh! It must be turning cold.”

Leslie looked at Annette and smiled mischievously. She gently squeezed both of Annette’s tits and then quickly moved down onto her stomach.

Annette could not fathom what was happening. She felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach and when Leslie had squeezed her she felt her pussy juices being released.

Leslie worked lower until she was massaging above Annette’s bikini line. As her hands moved she gently slid them under the elastic and quickly removed them. Then she started on her legs. She started at the feet and slowly worked up each leg until she was massaging the inside of Annette’s thighs.

Annette could feel the floodgates opening in her pussy. She knew that she was damp and that the patch must be in plain view of Leslie. Leslie massaged higher now straddling Annette’s legs. Her hands worked on the inside of her thighs and slowly worked up until she was touching Annette’s pussy through her bikini bottoms.

Leslie stopped but kept her hand pressed against Annette. She leaned forward and gently kissed a nipple through the material. Annette’s eyes opened. She was going to complain but Leslie moved her head and kissed her on the lips.

In seconds their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, excitedly, the warmth of their bodies touching excited them both further.

“Shall we go indoors?” asked Leslie.

“Yes please,” replied Annette.

Quickly they moved indoors.

“Leslie. I don’t know what I am doing here. I have never been unfaithful to Jim and I have never had feelings for another woman.”

“Just relax,” replied Leslie leading Annette by her hand to the sofa. As they sat Annette spoke without conviction.

“I think I had better go now.”

Leslie moved her hand to Annette’s hair. She slid her hair away from her ear, leaned in and whispered,

“If you want to go you can.” Her tongue darted out licking Annette’s earlobe and moving up slid into the recess of her ear. “I am not going to stop you.”

Annette turned her head and again they kissed. This time there was no stopping them. Before she could react Leslie had unhooked Annette’s bikini top and slid it over her shoulders exposing her pert breasts and erect nipples. Her head moved down and she took a nipple in her mouth. She pushed Annette onto her back kissing and sucking on her breast whilst her hand massaged the other.

She moved across to the other nipple biting gently at the base, then stretching it with her teeth. Her hands moved down Annette’s sides, thumbs hooking under the elastic of her bottoms. Her head moved down to Annette’s stomach and her hands pressed lower pulling the bottoms down her thighs. Annette raised her hips and her bikini slid lower.

Leslie moved until she was knelt between Annette’s thighs. She pulled the bikini bottoms the rest of the way down her legs and over her feet. Her lips started to caress the inside of Annette’s thighs moving ever higher to the shaved pussy above her.

Annette’s legs opened to allow Leslie higher. He mouth moved to her pussy lips which she parted with her tongue. She licked the length of her labia stopping briefly to lap around her clitoris. Annette’s hips bucked towards her face.

Leslie’s tongue worked its magic on Annette. Slowly she licked up and down, around and around and then slid inside of Annette’s love tunnel. She built Annette’s excitement ever higher until with a squeal of complete fulfilment she came. Her fluids squirted from her pussy, coating Leslie’s lips and chin.

Leslie moved up her body and, still dripping with Annette’s discharge their mouths met and their tongues entwined.

Leslie slid a finger inside Annette and placed her thumb on her clitoris. As she moved her hand backwards and forward her finger explored Annette’s depth and her thumb massaged her pleasure bud. Within minutes Annette was bucking against Leslie’s hand and again she reached the heights of pleasure squealing as she came.

“I knew you would taste good,” said Leslie. “I knew that you enjoy this.”

Annette was speechless. Leslie stood up and removed her bikini.

“My turn now,” said Leslie and she sat with her legs open.

“I don’t know what to do,” replied Annette.

“Just get down there and do what comes naturally”.

Annette knelt between Leslie’s legs. She moved forward inhaling the smell of Leslie’s excited womanhood. She moved her mouth to her lips and kissed gently, her tongue slid into the open wound and slid upwards towards the now swollen bud. The taste was somehow exciting to her and her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. She worked on all of the places that she knew felt good on her. She inserted two fingers inside Leslie and worked them in and out slowly massaging the rough skin of her G’spot. Leslie squirmed under her ministrations as her tongue worked up and down and in and out of her love wound.

She grabbed Annette’s hair as she came, bucking her hips and trapping her head with her thighs. Her juices mingled with Annette’s saliva as slowly she came down from her release. Annette brought her head up and looked at Leslie’s face.

“Smile for the camera!” said a voice from behind her. She turned to see Andy stood naked, his erection jutting out a good ten inches. She tried to cover herself and realising she couldn’t she tried to stand so that she could run away. Leslie held her tightly.

Andy said. “Sit down Annette.” It was a firm order and she knew that if she didn’t there could be a lot of trouble.

He opened a cabinet behind him and fiddled with something inside. He took out a disc and inserted it in the DVD Player, switching on the TV.

“Oh my god!” whispered Annette as she realised that the TV was showing her and Leslie in full flood, going at each other like there was no tomorrow.

“This is the first of my collection.” Said Andy as he turned back and inserted another disc into the unit in the cabinet. “I am sure that Jim would like to see this. It would definitely interest him. I am sure that it would ruin your marriage.”

Andy walked over to the pair of them.

“Of course I might be persuaded not to show it to him but that would mean making another.”