Dave came walking out of the bedroom drying himself, his beautiful, six-foot frame well-muscled and tanned. Ann sighed as she watched him drying himself, then reached out and wrapped her arms around him.
“You’re still quite a hunk,” she said, kissing him.
“You’re not so bad, either,” he replied, dropping his towel and folding her into his arms, pressing her against him as he kissed her. “In fact,” he said, feeling his cock twitch, “maybe you’d like a little aperitif before Wendy and Dan get here.”
“Umm, you bet I would,” Ann replied, kissing him and grasping his cock in her hand, “but there’s no time. They’ll be here any minute.”
“Then there’s plenty of time,” Dave said, sliding one hand between her legs and folding the other around one of her breasts, gently squeezing and kneading.
“Not for me, big boy,” Ann laughed, twisting out of his embrace and letting his cock go. “I need more than that.”
“Now what do I do?” Dave asked, looking down at his now-hard cock.
“I’d hide it,” Ann laughed, “before Wendy and Dan get here.”
“Maybe I’ll just stay like this,” he said. “Why should I have to wear clothes anyway? We never do when it’s just us here.”
“Hey, you don’t want to wear any clothes, don’t,” Ann laughed. “You sure won’t embarrass me. If you want to sit around all day with Dan and Wendy with your cock hanging out, please do.”
“Well, you know what I mean,” Dave said, jumping as he heard the doorbell. “You answer it,” he said, scooting quickly into the bedroom as Ann went to answer the door.
Opening the door, Ann smiled and greeted Dan and Wendy, hugging both of them as they came in. Dan was every bit the hunk that Dave was, just a different personality. Wendy was still the same bubbly girl she had always been, only now she had a full, voluptuous figure to go with her 5’3″ frame. With her curly blonde hair, she was still the cutest girl Ann had ever known, she mused, thinking of her own red hair and freckled complexion. At least she had nice breasts, she thought, and very sensitive, still feeling the tingling from Dave’s earlier grope.
“Where’s Dave?” Dan asked, looking around.
“Oh, he finally decided to wear clothes today and went to put them on,” Ann explained, laughing.
“What a shame,” Wendy laughed.
“Don’t tempt him,” Ann said. “He’d probably do it.”
“Hi, you guys,” Dave said as he came into the room. “Glad you finally showed up.”
“You shouldn’t have dressed just for us,” Wendy said with a laugh. “It’s so… formal.”
“Very funny,” Dave said, giving Ann a look.
“I’m thirsty,” Wendy said. “We brought some wine. Anyone want to join me?”
They all chorused their agreement and Dave opened the wine and poured it while Dan brought out a baggie of pot and began to roll a joint. They sipped their wine as Dan put the finishing touches on it and then passed it around, enjoying the sweet, thick taste of it.
“This is really nice,” Ann said after she exhaled. “Good flavor.”
“I just got it last night,” Dan said, taking a hit and passing it on. “It seems to have a real physical high.”
“It does taste good,” Dave agreed, taking a big hit and holding his breath.
Very quickly they finished the joint and refilled their glasses, finishing off the bottle of wine. Dave pulled out another one and began to open it as they all got used to the buzz from the pot.
“Let’s go lay in the sun and soak in the jacuzzi,” Wendy said. “We can drink out there.”
“Okay,” Ann agreed, “then we can eat some lunch.”
Tugging Dan by the arm, Wendy pulled him into the guest bedroom while Dave went with Ann into theirs. Ann pulled her T-shirt off over her head, revealing that she was already wearing her bikini, a small green top that barely contained her breasts. Stepping out of her shorts, her bottom wasn’t much more, just a string up between her ass and a small patch of green material between her legs. Dave could see the outline of her pussy through the material and was reaching out to grab her when she spun around and dashed from the room. With a reluctant sigh he quickly changed into his suit, a light-blue Speedo, and followed her out into the other room. When Dan and Wendy joined them, Dave could see that Dan was struggling to hide a slight bulge in his bathing suit and that Wendy had a sly grin on her face.
“Hey, what have you two been up to?” he asked. “What’s going on here?”
“What do you care, Daddy?” Wendy asked with a laugh, grabbing her glass of wine and following Ann out onto the deck.
Soon they were all lying on lounge chairs soaking up the sun, finishing the second bottle of wine and making a big dent in a third. They were all feeling no pain from the wine and the pot and were enjoying the beautiful summer day. Then Ann poured the last of the third bottle into her own and Wendy’s glasses.
“Hey, the bottle’s empty,” she said, holding it up. “I want some more, but I don’t think there is any.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” Dave said. “I thought we had more wine.”
“I told you we were getting low,” Ann said. “Now we’re out.”
“What should we do?” Wendy asked, sitting up.
“Dave, you and Dan can go get us some more wine,” Ann said.
“Why us?” Dave asked.
“Because I asked you to,” Ann replied, smiling at him and leaning over to kiss him. “You know you won’t be sorry,” she said.
“Ooh,” Wendy said, “you won’t be sorry, Dan.”
“Okay,” Dan laughed, “I don’t mind going. Come on, Dave.”
Grumbling, Dave got to his feet and went and changed while Ann laughed and lay back on her chaise lounge and sipped her wine.
“Drive carefully, Dave,” Ann shouted at him as she heard the door open.
As the door closed, Ann laughed as she sat up.
“Now I can get some sun,” she said, reaching behind herself and undoing her top, letting her breasts feel the sun upon them.
“You’ll burn,” Wendy said, seeing her alabaster skin.
“Oh, they’ll only be gone about a half hour, maybe more. That won’t be too much,” she said, cupping her breasts and massaging them. “I just love the sun on them.”
“Be careful is all I can say,” Wendy said.
“Come on, take your top off, too,” Ann encouraged. “It feels great.”
“I don’t want to burn,” Wendy said.
“You won’t burn and neither will I,” Ann said. “You’ll tell me the minute you see me getting red and I’ll do the same for you.”
“Well, all right,” Wendy said, reaching behind and letting her top go.
Her big, creamy breasts flopped out, her nipples quickly screwing themselves into hard knots. She rubbed them, then sat back, her eyes closed. Ann just sat on the edge of her chair watching Wendy as she basked in the sun.
“Do you remember that time when we were seniors in high school?” Ann asked.
“What time?” Wendy inquired.
“You know, when we went camping for that weekend and were by ourselves by that lake.”
“Sure I remember,” Wendy said. “What about it?”
“Do you remember what we did the last night?”
“What do you mean?” Wendy asked nonchalantly.
“You know what I mean,” Ann replied.
“No, I don’t,” Wendy said. “What do you mean?”
“You silly,” Ann said. “You know I’m talking about us masturbating together in the tent, watching each other.”
“Of course I remember,” Wendy said after a moment’s hesitation. “Why?”
“Do you ever masturbate still?” Ann asked.
“What?” Wendy said, sitting up and looking at her. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I do,” Ann said. “Sometimes when Dave’s at work or I’m here by myself and I feel horny, I do, I play with myself.”
“Ann, what’s the matter?” Wendy asked, looking at her. “Are you having problems with Dave?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Ann replied. “I just wondered if you still masturbate sometimes.”
“Well, yes, I do, sometimes,” Wendy admitted after a bit of thought. “Why?”
“I’m just feeling horny right now and I have an incredible urge to masturbate, that’s why,” Ann explained with a laugh. “I just thought maybe we could do it together like we did then.”
“Ann, go right ahead,” Wendy laughed. “If you’re that hot, play with yourself. I’m not feeling an uncontrollable urge right this minute, but if you do, I don’t mind.”
“Will you watch me?” Ann asked softly, one hand sliding between her legs and the other caressing her breasts.
Wendy just sat there staring as Ann began to rub her fingers slowly up and down between her legs. She knew she should just lay down and close her eyes, but her gaze remained riveted to Ann’s fingers as they continued to slide up and down between her legs rubbing her pussy. She noticed that Ann’s nipples were both hard now as she played with them with her other hand. Then Ann slipped her hand inside of her suit and Wendy could see her fingers moving under the fabric. Ann’s mouth opened and a slight moan came from her as Wendy realized that she had slipped a finger or two up into her pussy. She could see Ann’s hand pumping in and out under the fabric of her suit.
As she watched, her own hand unconsciously fell between her legs and she was gently rubbing herself as she watched Ann. When she became aware of the fact that she, too, was rubbing herself, she no longer cared. She found herself getting excited watching Ann play with herself and began to enjoy the sensation of her own finger rubbing up and down on her pussy.
Then Ann lay back on the chaise lounge, her feet up and her knees apart. Pulling her hand out from inside her suit, she pulled the material aside, showing her smooth, shaved pussy to Wendy, just a brush of fiery red hair above it. Then sliding her fingers into her pussy, she began to rub her clit, making small circles on it. She was moaning louder now, her excitement rising. As Wendy watched in fascination, Ann suddenly slid two fingers into her pussy, jamming them as far in as they would go. When she slid them out, Wendy could see they were covered with a sheen of pussy juice before they plunged again into Ann’s pussy.