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I wanted to get some sun without going to the beach; not wanting to make the effort to pack my things up and drive an hour to the nearest one. Nobody was available to drive me there, while I either listened to my playlist with earbuds or while I sent texts to my friends. I found a purple bikini with cheeky bottoms to tan in my backyard. I found a white beach towel and grabbed a few bottles of water, some snacks, and headed for the most secluded part of the yard. The full sun was already pouring down. The ground was very hot and I did my best to get comfortable. I was going to work on my front first, slowly lathering some lotion onto my thighs that had gone a little soft since the end my senior year softball season. I slapped at them, watching them shake a little, promising myself I would start working out soon. My skin was reddening some, proverbially unable to get that brown tan. I put in my earbuds, took a drink of cold water and laid back.
After a half an hour or so, I realized that my neighbor, a college student who was home for the summer, was watching me from his hot attic; the only room in his house which afforded him the view of me and my bikini. Maybe, I had chosen this spot on purpose, knowing that he was most likely home. I tried to look up to his window without resting my gaze on it and saw that he was definitely there. He was trying his best to conceal himself at just the right angle, but his wavy, brown hair, the only thing visible, was unmistakable. I didn’t mind an audience of one, imagining him dripping sweat, looking down at me possibly with binoculars. I opened my legs slightly, feeling sexy even with my slightly out of shape thighs. I tugged at my top, provoking a quick nipple slip, flashing him and making me feel on display even more.
My friend Mimi called and told me her trip to some amusement park with her family was rescheduled. She wanted to know if I wanted to go to the movies or to just spend the day driving around aimlessly. She wanted to fill her days up with anything before college started for us. We were headed to colleges at opposite ends of the state. Why she chose a school known for its snow seemed absurd to me.
“I am tanning, being lazy, doing nothing,” I said.
“Sounds perfect. I’ll join you,” Mimi said.
“Okay,” I said, wanting her to join me, “but I have to warn you, my neighbor is watching me from his attic. He’s the only one that can see me, us.”
“Perfect. We’ll give him something to watch. I’ll be over in a few.”
I tried to imagine what she meant by “something to watch”. I knew she was proud of her C cups and flaunted them when she could. Though not the biggest in school, they did command attention when she went braless and moved in ways to show off the subsequent jiggle and mesmerizing bounce.
I was starting to feel hot on my front and decided to turn over, to give the voyeur a view of my butt, probably my best feature. I hated that my legs were not longer, but reasoned my ass was up to the task of putting eyes on it. It was harder to get the suntan lotion on my back, but I did my best.
Wiggling my bubble Ankara escort butt a little from time to time made me feel like a tease. It was during one of those times when my butt was in the air, that I felt a foot on it, then a big toe reaching under my bottoms. I didn’t turn right away, letting the moment play out.
“I love your purple bikini,” Mimi said.
Turning awkwardly, my eyes were hindered by the sun. Without seeing her or what she had done, I knew I was under her foot, and it felt interesting, felt so new. We were not the best of friends through most of high school and did not begin to hang out until we both were part of the supporting cast for a winter play. There was always an undertone of sexuality fluttering about whenever we were in the same room. Now, at this seemingly crucial moment, I realized that she always sent me here social media pics first before posting them. Was she trying to entice me all this time? I was glad her family outing did not take place.
“If you let me up, I’d love to see what you are wearing,” I said; not because I could not turn around and get up, despite her foot on me, but it felt gratifying to admit she had control of the situation, of me.
“Do you think your neighbor is enjoying this moment,” Mimi said, pressing down on my left butt cheek with her big toe.
“I don’t know, but I am,” I said.
She slid her toe — slowly — down my butt then on the back of my thigh. I finally turned around and sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, wanting to see what she was wearing. Mimi had on a red bikini that contrasted well with her tan skin. She had gone to the beach twice already. The bottoms were high-waisted; the top fit her boobs very tight — she claimed it was actually that tight by design. Mimi turned around to give me a look at her cheeky bottoms. Her butt was not on par with her boobs, flattening out some, but still impressive. Her legs looked amazing with the tan.
“Can I borrow some lotion,” she said.
Handing her the bottle of sunscreen, I noticed the voyeur moved a little. His excitement surely building with the arrival of Mimi. I watched intently as she put her brown hair up, holding the bottle between her thighs, then applied the lotion to her face first, taking time to rub it in, posing with the rest of her body; one toe, the same one that had teased my ass, pointing into the ground arching the rest other foot. After Mimi finished with her legs, she got prone on her towel. I watched as her breasts supported her torso: a firm reminder of just how full and wonderful they were compared to my barely B cups. Her bottom had some paleness to it; obviously this was her first time in these bottoms. I wanted to swipe my hand over the lighter skin, thanking her for letting me and the voyeur — who was becoming less relevant — see its summer unveiling.
“Will you put some lotion on my back?” Mimi said, not saying please. I kinda preferred it that way.
I squeezed out a gob of lotion onto her back; a back that felt warm and a little sweaty. I first rubbed her bare back, feeling comfort in the warmth, in her. Ankara escort bayan Next, my hand joined with the lotion and I lightly massaged it in. She was quiet for once. I thought of one of the last days of school, going into the girl’s bathroom with her, watching her remove her bra from under a light colored blouse. She laughed as she looked in the mirror, turning to give both of us a look of her boobs from the side. The two of us in the mirror, not really imagining more of each other at the time. “I’m making myself horny,” she had said. Actually, she was making me horny that day. I followed her out of the bathroom and proudly walked down the hall, knowing there were more than a few eyes on her.
With the mid-summer heat baking Mimi — Mimi who was headed to a wintry campus in the fall — I was thanking myself for not doing anything else that day; for leaving my option for Mimi open. I squeezed a little of the protector onto her butt; the spots she did not get, especially the paler skin, wanting to preserve the lighter tones as long as possible.
“Oh, yeah, rub it in there,” she said and nothing more.
I finally got on my stomach and turned to her, looking at the side of her face; her eyes were closed as if trying to dose off. She looked gentler with her hair put up. I put my earbuds back on and closed my eyes. There were a few notifications of messages on my phone that I ignored. I was warm and happy now, laying out with Mimi.
An indeterminate amount of time had passed, I had fallen asleep and was dreaming of school, of the locker room. Instead of other girls who had interested me, one in particular with olive colored skin and a flat chest, I now saw Mimi there. Mimi who did not play softball. Slowly, I awoke to hands pushing on me, waking me from my summer slumber.
“Hey,” she said, softly into my ear.
“I was dreaming,” I said.
“I know. I undid your top so you might tan better,” Mimi cooed to someone unable to tan.
A nervous feeling overtook me. What else had she done to me while slept. I wanted to grab my bottoms to check if they were on. Before it had been her toe that held me down, now it was her voice that was seducing me. I was powerless under her attention: Her hand caressed my bare back, running her fingers and nails down my back, tracing circles, names, promises, and declarations, I was sure.
She came straight for me, taking off my sunglasses. The sun exposing us two college bound girls to its mid-day wrath. She kissed me with her warm lips; our eyes focused. We needed this moment, this unavoidable melding of a recent friendship. Happily, we were topless and unified now. Her hands rested on my hips and mine followed to land on hers. We combined in a kiss, tasting each other anew. Her motives were clearer now; wordlessly and gently, Mimi persuaded me onto my back where the kiss continued.
Her hand rested on my belly, she fingered my belly button as if it were a sacred opening, the first line of defense and the first to surrender; her fingernail exploring one of my crevices. I moaned in satisfaction, thinking, wondering Escort Ankara if this was more like an amusement park ride than not: the rush of adrenaline, the flow of emotions. She brought out her tongue, pressing it as deep into my mouth as it would go. I tried to spar with my tongue, meeting her in the middle, trying to find room for it in her mouth. She was too forceful, I gave her passage without resistance. The hand/finger that treated itself earlier now moved down and landed on the elastic of my bottoms. Mimi wasted no time in taking my favorite bikini bottoms from me, smiling as she did so, tossing them over to her bag. My insides leapt up and stood at attention. I was naked and didn’t care who was watching.
“How much do you want this?” She said.
“I want this!” I exclaimed.
The point oh her fingernail, red to match her bikini, entered me first. I tingled as she lingered a long moment, knowing she was drawing something out of me while putting something in me. I let out a little a tiny squeal, as if excited by the ride.I said something to her, emphasizing her name, but I was unsure of what I said. My being was totally in agreement and in sync with her, ready to tell her I had been feeling this way for so long; ever since that day in the bathroom; ever since I saw her for the first time in school.
Another fingernail teased my labia as another was breaking through and in speedy pursuit of oh so sensitive ground. My eyes widened, taking in Mimi as something ideal, something more than we had known. I wanted to plan my life around her, changing my college choice to be nearer to her. I wondered if she was thinking the same way.
“You’re so tight,” she said, gently biting my lower lip and pulling on it, wanting to pull it off of me. Her free hand reached down to my butt, grabbing some of it tightly.
“I have always thought you had a great ass and was jealous of it,” she said.
“You’re so amazing. I am jealous of Mimi,” I answered.
I lost track of how many fingers she was using, as she deftly strummed on my girl space. She was only interested in getting me off, I could see that in her face. Her ability to concentrate on that secret and until now forbidden area made me blush all over. A little while later I was orgasming, surrendering to her and joining with her in sapphic unity. Reflexively, uncontrollably, I began to moan, to purr almost. She smiled at me, kissed me on the lips and all over my face. I wondered if she was congratulating herself, or if she was acknowledging how satisfied I was.
“You look so satisfied, beautiful,” she said.
I purred even louder when she said I was beautiful. That one comment made me feel so alive, so worthy.
“I feel beautiful,” I said.
She gave me a deeper kiss while pulling off her bottoms at the same time. I marveled at that! Her irreverent tongue ambushed my mouth and I enjoyed every second of her stay there. I was energized, exhausted, and feeling new all at once. Mimi now straddled my leg and started to hump it. Her eyes were wild now; her laugh intoxicating. The effort was slow, forceful, and willing. I sensed her pleasure, feeling it through my reddened, oily thigh. Her swollen lips parted and had attached themselves to me; her sacred juices blending with my sweat. Summer and beyond officially arrived at that instant.
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