Jane's Encounters: A day at the Spencer's

Janes Encounter With the Friend of a Friend 1 (Jane's Encounters 4)

By Christine Oram

Published on Sept 27, 2004. Revised Dec 2024

©Christine Oram 2004, 2024

It is best to read these stories in order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. __________________________________________________________________

Jennie welcomed Jane to her house for the weekend. It was 2:00 pm and Jennie opened the door as soon as Jane drove into the drive in her rental car. She had been looking out for her. She had invited Jane to come to California for a long weekend and had told her on the phone that she had also invited another girlfriend and her husband to come over to stay for Saturday night as well. "You'll have someone else to talk to apart from me; she's about our age; a bit like you in fact."

Jennie was one of Jane's oldest friends. They had been at college together. Jennie had met through Jane's boyfriend at the time, Mark, who was also friends with her. Jane had gone out with Mark for about a year, and when that relationship ended, he switched his affection to Jennie. In due course, they got married. However, it did not last and after four years they split. Jane saw it coming, as her own experience with Mark had not been so great. She had refrained from saying `I told you so.'

They had shared a lot over the years. Jane had cheered her up when she had split from Mark, and Jennie was still trying to help Jane get over her breakup with Nicky. She knew all about him. In fact, it was when Jane had last come to stay that Nicky, who everyone had assumed was going to marry her, had broken it off. The house therefore had some bad memories for Jane, making her a little wary of visiting. She hoped that the other invited couple would not be gushingly sympathetic when, and if, they heard about her breakup. So many of her friends annoyingly tiptoed around the subject or would give her concerned looks whenever there was talk of mutual friends getting together or becoming engaged. A couple of friends had not invited her to their weddings because of it, or at least that's what she believed. All so that, she assumed, they could spare her feelings.

Jennie was a woman who tended towards heaviness, depending on a strict exercise and dieting regimen to keep her weight down, but right now she looked very fit, and Jane thought, rather attractive. She had on a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and flip-flops.

"Janie, honey, lovely to see you. You look great." Jane looked her usual healthy self in a light cotton, sleeveless sundress, and transparent heels. Jennie kissed her and Jane returned the kiss and, carrying her bag, followed Jennie into the house. It was a modern, two-story house with a comparatively large yard and a pool. It was a hot day and Jennie asked whether she needed a drink or something to eat. Jane replied that she was just fine.

"Here's your room. It's not the one you and Nicky stayed in before. I put Tommy and Cathy in that one." Jennie paused, trying not to remind Jane of the failed relationship. Jane winced at her concerned face.

There was a queen-sized bed and a bedside table, a full-length mirror on one wall, and a small bathroom with a toilet and sink inside. It was a pleasant, light-filled room. Outside the window she could see the pool, which looked inviting in the hot sunlight.

"Why don't you get your swimsuit on and go outside, if you don't want to eat anything?" Jennie smiled at her friend. "You've got shorter hair now. It looks good." Jennie had envied Jane's beautiful long hair that she had had for years. Perhaps she was atoning for losing Nicky or something, she thought. But everything looks good on her. She was surprised there was no boyfriend though; Jane had rarely been on her own in the past.

"You did bring a swimsuit?" Jane seemed to be miles away.

"Oh yes. Sorry, Jennie. Yeah, I got one. I'll change and come down. Thanks so much for inviting me."

"Ok Janie, my pleasure." Jennie went out and Jane closed the door after her.

Jane was a bit anxious about the visit. She was not used to being single and the last few months of her sexual experiences had made her wonder exactly what her sexual preferences were. This might make the inevitable discussion of boyfriends, love life, marriage and so on even more difficult for her. Life's so complicated, she said to herself.

Opening her bag, Jane slipped out of her dress, bra, and panties, and keeping her shoes on, pulled on her small bikini bottom. She adjusted her breasts, fitting them under the bikini top. Her nipples had sprung to attention as the cool air had wafted over them and she flicked the thin bikini material over them, but they were still visible despite being covered. In the full-length mirror she could see herself looking back and she was gratified that she still looked good. Her bikini was more like a thong than anything else, the thin piece of cloth on the back was already sliding in between her ass cheeks emphasizing her round buttocks. The bikini top was small and skimpy, not leaving much to the imagination and there was a miserly, triangular piece of cloth covering her sex.

She felt aroused. The sight of her lightly tanned body in the mirror in its full glory; her slim ankles in their high heels, her well-shaped calves and thighs, her hard stomach, and tight-fleshed breasts excited her, and she turned and primped herself, viewing her perfect figure. She twisted and moved in the mirror. Jane knew she had a deep-seated strain of vanity, but she tried hard not to show it, making it barely noticeable to anyone other than her closest friends. The more she looked at herself, the more aroused she became. Being in a bikini and heels often did it to her she knew from past experience. She would have to do something about it, otherwise she'd be wanting it all day. Her fingers pulled her bikini bottom down until they were mid-thigh - a small strip of cloth stretched tight against the muscles of her thighs, and she started to masturbate, gently rotating the tip of her right index finger on her clitoris, pulling and pushing it in slow but sure circles. Soon she was leaning up against the wall panting and sighing in pleasure as her fingers began to get wet and then still wetter as her pussy trembled and pulsed as she approached orgasm. Jane began to fantasize that Jennie would come in and finish her off. She imagined Jennie's hands on her legs and ass and her tongue licking her nipples.

Jane sighed and moaned quietly as she approached orgasm then she lay on the floor on her back and extended her long legs high up the wall and, bending them slightly, her heels up against the pale wallpaper, she came, pumping her fingers into her wet vagina. After the final burst of pleasure, she lay in a fetal position on the floor, feeling her sexual tension evaporate. She got to her feet and brushed a few specks of dust and dirt from her bare legs. She tightened the strap on her left shoe, wiped the dampness from her slit with toilet paper, fixed her bikini to cover her still hard nipples, and went downstairs to Jennie who was in the kitchen.

Jane hoped she had not heard her masturbating. It's so interesting, she thought, Jennie has no idea that in my mind's eye she fucked me. God knows how'd she react, if she knew. So many of her masturbatory fantasies were now about women. Since puberty, her fantasies had usually involved a mix of sexual encounters, with men and women appearing equally frequently, but now almost always they featured women only. She had recently been thinking about one of her earliest fantasies. When she was sixteen, she had had a secret crush on the older sister of her then boyfriend of the moment. Jane had put those thoughts aside for many years as her heterosexual experience grew and boys kept wanting to go out with her. But now she found herself thinking of it again. Tamsyn, Tamsyn Hopkinson. Yes, that was her name. She was at least ten years older than Jane, and Jane remembered how she had admired her obsessively. It wasn't really that she found her irresistible in a sexual sense, or at least that's what she remembered, it was more Tamsyn's confident, direct manner and her obvious experience in the world that appealed. She tried to have a few conversations with her when she was visiting her brother. Tamsyn was pleasant enough, but clearly not really interested in this much younger girl who her brother said he was in love with. Tamsyn thought teenage relationships were stupid and that therefore the both of them were stupid too. She remembered Tamsyn saying that to maintain you're in love at your age is ridiculous. Jane told her she wasn't in love, to which she said, "Well, that's something. I don't suppose you've told Ben?" Jane said, of course not. Tamsyn had given her a smile and said something about the need to sample life to the full or some such.

Ever since her lesbian experiences, Jane had been thinking increasingly about Tamsyn. She remembered how she had wanted Tamsyn to kiss her, knowing that there was zero chance of it actually happening. Even now she got a thrill thinking about her. Her feelings for her had confused her back then. Her friends said that feelings for other girls were just a natural phase but that most grew out of it. She assumed she had done precisely that, but the excitement and pleasure she had received from the girls and women she'd had sex with over the last three months had been so exciting that she was now thinking that perhaps she had always been way more interested in women than she had let herself believe for all those years. She imagined trying to raise the subject with her mom and dad back then. No way. Even if she had wanted to it would have been a total nonstarter. Today she knew she would still not try and talk with her mom about any feelings she might have for women. She knew she wouldn't understand. To be even more precise, she didn't want to talk to her mother about her relationships at all. Her mom had always been very old-fashioned.

"God, Jane, how come you always look so good? However do you do it?" Jennie's voice expressed the exasperation of someone who exercises a very great deal and spends a lot of money on dieting. She looks very good on it, but it is a constant struggle. Jane's hard body always looks so amazing.

"Don't know Jen, it's my genes I suppose." She changed the subject. "Like my new shoes?" Jane lifted a shapely leg showing her transparent colorless 3-inch heel sandals and Jennie said, "Yes very nice. Like mine?" Jennie mimicked Jane's motion, showing off her flip-flop. They both laughed.

"So, Janie, let me tell you what is happening here. I will have to do some food shopping, so I will be gone for some of the afternoon, but Cathy and Tommy will be here so you can talk to them. You'll like them, they're nice people. They are just out doing something downtown, and they'll be back soon. They arrived last night. When I get back, I'll cook, and we can have dinner and have a relaxing evening and then tomorrow...well...I don't know... what do you want to do? I know Cathy and Tommy will be going off at a good hour, so we'll be on our own?"

"Jen, that sounds great to me. God knows what I want to do tomorrow, we can think about it some more. I really appreciate it, you know, inviting me and everything."

Jennie felt she should get the speech out of the way up front, so she said, "Janie, that man of yours screwed you over. None of us get it quite honestly. You were the nicest, and best-looking woman he could ever have hoped for even in his dreams. And he dumps you for that frumpy Carole Littleton."

"Who happens to be worth $300 million." Jane said ruefully. "She was not really frumpy you know either." Carole was quite sexy Jane thought, even if a bit dumb.

"Why the hell are you defending him? You are too easy Jane, that's your problem. He was a shit, and you should wise up. How is your love life by the way?"

Jane flushed a little, thinking, here we go. Jennie's face assumed the annoying caring and concerned face. Jane did not feel like telling her that she had had three lesbian experiences since her engagement to Nicky had finished. Nor did she want to say that she had enjoyed them all and, to put it bluntly, preferred it to the kind of rather mindless sex she had once enjoyed with him. She thought of her extraordinary sexual adventures since they had last met. What would Jennie say to that if she told her? Just now, in her room, she had imagined Jennie bringing her off. What about that? A thought struck her; could she entice Jennie into bed? Jane had never really had any trouble attracting people. Jennie was an attractive woman who happened to be her friend. What's wrong with me, she thought. I'm being stupid. Jennie has never shown the slightest lesbian tendencies and, although now divorced, she's currently having a relationship with Carl, the owner of a small construction company and she seems very happy with him. Still, I gave no outward sign of lesbian tendencies either before I went to that cinema. Jane wondered why she was even thinking like this. Why am I so weird and desperate that I want to have sex with my female friends? I'm totally fucked up.

She sighed and then lied to Jennie. "Not much of anything I'm afraid, but don't fuss. I'm OK."

"Well, don't wait too long you know. You're still young, but you know..."

"Time waits for no one." Jane finished the sentence, and they smiled at each other.

Jennie, looking at the sexy woman opposite her, suddenly felt sorry for her. She had always envied her looks and happy-go-lucky character. Sexy as ever, but perhaps a little lost, she thought.

"Why don't you go out to the pool, and you can have a swim? There's lotion out there if you need it."

"OK, thanks." Jane's heels clicked on the stone floor. Jennie looked at Jane's figure as she walked to the pool. She was no lesbian, but there were times that even she had wondered what it would feel like to have those lovely legs wrapped around if she and Jane in some weird alternate universe, were to make love. She thought further. No, what I'd really like to see is Janie being fucked by my Carl. Jennie smiled to herself. Yes, that would be something to watch, I could sell tickets for that. Smiling at the mysteries of sex, Jennie went back into the kitchen and started to think up something much more humdrum than lesbian sex with her friend, a shopping list for the supermarket.

Jane, having admired the pool, lay down on a reclining chair and luxuriated in the heat. She took the bottle of lotion and applied it liberally everywhere including under her bikini, her fingers even working the lotion into her labia and then up under her top, feeling her nipples and coating them too. Jane knew the shine of the suntan lotion on her figure made her look even better. It certainly made her feel sexy. She wondered why she was feeling so horny today. Not just today either.

The sun made her sleepy and she only stirred when she heard Jennie and another woman laughing over by the patio door. Jennie and the woman were saying how good it was to see each other and Jennie was urging the woman to go and meet Jane. The other woman's voice was deep and carried a trace of a Southern accent.

Jane got up from her chair and looked at the woman. She was in a white bikini and high heels with her back to her, and Jane noticed immediately that this woman had a startlingly fine body, in fact, so startling that Jane felt an immediate and visceral attraction to her. The woman was in extraordinary shape, probably in her early thirties. Jane thought she must spend a lot of time at the gym working out. Was she a body builder? Perhaps. Certainly, her body was muscular, her arms clearly showed curved biceps and veins running under the skin. Then there were her thighs, Jane could hardly keep her eyes off them. As she walked, her well-defined muscles pulsed under her tight, tanned, skin. Jane could not help but stare at the girl's legs, so hard, so shapely. Her ass, perfect under the white bikini bottom that was stretched tight across her well exercised flesh. Jane loved her white sandals with their cork high heels. The way the straps wrapped around her ankles. With those legs, fuck yes. She had wide, broad shoulders and the thin white straps of her bikini top were in stunning contrast to her brown, tanned back.

When the woman turned around, Jane exhaled gently as she admired her large, breasts; almost perfectly round and closely held by the white bikini top. The top was not overtly revealing, but the woman was very well endowed, and it was plain for all to see that she had a sensational pair. Fuck, Jane thought, I'd like to free those puppies and suck them. Jane breathed out again hoping to diminish the extraordinary feeling of desire she felt sweeping over her. The woman was about six foot tall in her heels and every inch of her was tanned muscle, but still feminine, buff, and beautiful. She was the only female Jane had ever seen who had a six-pack, a crease that ran down the length of her stomach to her belly button that separated the two hard muscle groups of her abdomen. Jane thought it so sexy, and she watched fascinated as the hot body turned and walked towards her, her arms swinging and her thigh muscles jumping as she walked. Her blonde hair reached low on her back and was obviously from a bottle as her dark roots were showing. She had a pair of large white earrings that swayed as she walked. She was wearing makeup, and her brown eyes were dark with mascara. Her lips wore pink lipstick. Her nose was quite big on an attractive, symmetrical face. Her smile was warm. "Hello, I'm Cathy. You must be Jane?"

"Hi, yeah, that's me," Jane stammered a little, feeling nervous and excited. She felt she was going to be way too excited to be much of a conversationalist. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a little sick in her stomach.

Cathy's eyes looked appreciatively up and down Jane's lovely form noting her perfect physique, the tantalizing flesh of her ass revealed by her tiny bikini, and her luscious breasts wonderfully visible under the meager, thin bikini top, her nipples pressing up under the thin material. Jane flushed and she felt wetness in her pussy. She knew she wanted Cathy, and the knowledge seemed to energize her hormones; her cheeks reddened, and her pupils dilated, and she smiled a nervous, but entrancing, smile that impressed the expectant Cathy with a mass of white teeth and smiling light brown eyes. Cathy had never seen anyone quite as attractive as Jane and she had seen many lovely girls when she worked in health clubs. She could plainly see that Jane was no stranger to working out either. "You look like you work out." Cathy had a deep, slightly masculine voice.

"Oh, yes, sometimes, a little," Jane said concentrating on looking into Cathy's big brown eyes. She has really quite a big nose she thought. But it did nothing to stop her feelings of wetness.

"You know I have a gym at home. You are welcome to come and use it. It would be great to have someone like you to work out with." Jane had visions of Cathy strapped into a weight machine naked, her legs pulled open, her muscles tense. The thought produced a further gush of wetness down below. She is just too much, she thought.

"Oh thanks, Cathy, that would be great, but by the look of things you do it much more than me-you have a perfectly stunning body." Jane emphasized the word "stunning" to express to Cathy her utter admiration for the buff hottie in front of her.

Cathy smiled and flicked her shoulders in a dismissive gesture. "Well thanks, Jane. From you that is quite a compliment. You know Jennie told me about you... I mean how beautiful you are and how you are always getting all the attention. I was, like, you know, skeptical, but now I see you, I know she's right."

"Oh, come on, please Cathy, don't...I'm nothing special." Jane smiled and worked her particular charm, a naturalness and self-effacing quality that was one of the many things that made people like her. Jane noticed a man dressed in a light-colored linen suit walking out from the house. Cathy smiled and turned to Jane.

"Here's my husband, Tommy," she said, smiling at the man as he approached. Jane wondered how the two had got together. Whereas Cathy was a statuesque six foot in her heels, Tommy must have been lucky if he measured five foot four inches. He was very tanned and looked to be older than Cathy.

"Hi Jane. I have heard a lot about you." Tommy shook Jane's hand. A businessman's grip: firm and positive. He was wearing a large, ostentatious watch. Tommy smiled a genuine smile and added, "My wife will love to have a long chat with you, I'm sure. She has so much more to say to her girlfriends than to me."

Jane smiled slightly awkwardly, and she crossed her arms across her chest as he was staring at her breasts. Jane was used to it, but she still felt self-conscious, subjected as she was to his too-obvious gaze.

She must have given him a disapproving look as he continued, "Oh no Jane, I'm not being unpleasant, she just does. I'm too often away, neglecting her." Tommy continued smiling and he turned his head towards Cathy and grinned at her too. He had very white teeth. Jane could see they were expensively capped.

Cathy looked fondly back at him and continued the explanation. "Yes, Tommy's always away on business. You know, making us rich. I don't do much really -- just spend all his money." At this Cathy laughed. Jane and Tommy both tittered. Jane noticed that Tommy seemed amazingly at ease with both of them, although he kept staring at her. Quite honestly, she was surprised as she usually noticed that men were virtually never indifferent to her and frequently tongue tied, and she was certainly over stimulated being close to his gorgeous wife. Perhaps he's really gay, she thought.

"My, Jane, you really are beautiful." He looked her up and down admiring her figure yet again. Jane was at least four inches taller than him, more like seven inches in her heels, only a bit shorter than Cathy, who Jane noticed out of the corner of her eye was scratching her shapely thigh as he talked. Jane began to wonder how long he was going to continue complimenting her. Some men totally overdid it.

"Please accept my apologies, Jane, I do not mean to insult you or harass you in anyway, but I could not stop myself from saying such a thing."

"Oh. Thank you, Tommy, really, it's no problem. It's always nice to get a compliment." Jane gave him an enchanting smile and her theory about him being gay seemed much less likely. What was that accent in his voice? South American. Brazilian perhaps.

Jennie called from the house, "Hey why don't you guys get a drink?" Jennie smiled to herself when she saw little Tommy with the two tall amazons.

They moved to where there was an icebox and a selection of drinks under a large umbrella. Tommy poured himself a beer and Jane offered to get Cathy something, her heart still pounding, but trying to calm herself down. She somehow felt very naked and vulnerable. Partly this was Tommy, but she was also concerned that Cathy would see her desire directed towards her. Her nipples seemed to be throbbing, and she felt the urge to cover her pelvis in case her wetness was showing. It would be awful if Tommy picked up her lustful thoughts about his wife.

"Yes, I'll have a gin and tonic. Thanks, Jane." Cathy smiled and Jane poured a stiff gin for her with only a small splash of tonic, ice, and a slice of lemon. Jane passed it to Cathy, noticing her long nails and a very expensive-looking diamond ring on her left hand. Cathy thanked her and took a sip. Jane once again noticed how muscular her arms were. She had very prominent triceps for a woman. Perhaps a little too much she thought to herself, but by God she looked hot even so. Cathy moved towards the pool and as she did so, their hips brushed. The touch of the woman, even if unintentional, made Jane flush and she put out her hand, brushing Cathy's tanned shoulder.

"Sorry!"

Cathy gave her a sexy smile and said, "No problem...the drink's great."

They looked into each other's eyes for a few moments. Jane looked for signs of mutual attraction, to see what if anything was working behind that face with its slightly clumsy makeup and hot pink lips. Her roots were very dark. Cathy had a slightly bemused smile on her face. If there was anything going on in there, Jane could not see it. Jane broke their gaze to get her own drink. She poured two generous shots of gin and vodka by mistake into the same glass and then added tonic to it. Oh well, never mind, maybe it'll calm me down, she thought to herself. She wondered whether Cathy was looking at her ass. She stood momentarily on her toes and contracted her thigh muscles to show her legs off. Turning around she saw Cathy and Tommy were talking by the pool. Cathy towered over him. Jane uncharitably thought that Tommy could eat his wife's pussy without hardly having to bend down. The thought of licking that hard stomach and juicy pussy excited her once more. She took another two big sips of her drink. She wondered how they had found each other.

"How did you two end up together?" Jane asked as she walked over to them drink in hand.

Tommy smiled and recounted how he was an investor and had bought a health club. One day he saw Cathy in the gym working out and he asked her out.

"Ah yes, I can see that you would given those circumstances," said Jane, trying to gauge Cathy's reaction. Cathy smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Hah, yes, quite so," said Tommy, not sure what to make of the comment. "We went out a few times. Cathy had had some bad luck in love, and I was...I guess, well let me say this, not so bad in the end...so she did me the honor of becoming my wife." Tommy finished rather triumphantly. As well he might, thought Jane. Tommy's arm went around Cathy's torso and she and he kissed affectionately on the lips. Jane noticed her thigh muscles bulging as she leant forward.

Jane, used to hogging the attention, realized that Tommy just adored Cathy. She was a little jealous, not that she was interested in tiny Tommy, heaven forbid, but she did feel excluded from the circle of privileged people who have a permanent partner, or indeed anyone for regular sex. It looked like Cathy was not going to oblige her in that department either. Jane kept drinking; it was something to do. Tommy then outlined how he now owned a number of health clubs all over the country and how well his real estate business was going.

Cathy asked Jane what she did, and she told them about her company and working with her boss. Cathy did seem genuinely interested, but she got the distinct impression that Tommy had already naturally assumed she was only a lowly assistant and that he felt this was only right given her gender. She reckoned, nice as he was, that he was not exactly liberated in his views of women. Jane decided she couldn't be bothered to correct his presumptions about her status at work.

Tommy then looked meaningfully at his giant, expensive watch and Cathy said, "Don't tell me, you've got to leave us?"

"Yes, dear, I am due in the office for a special meeting in an hour and it'll take me at least that time to drive there. I must therefore love you and leave you." He and Cathy kissed again on the mouth, his hand sliding over her tight ass and giving it a squeeze.

"Bye bye, darling, see you later," said Cathy straightening up.

Tommy approached Jane and she gave him a peck on the cheek. He returned it and then, to her surprise, his hand swept over her ass and pressed against the hard flesh for a second but without the squeezing that Cathy had experienced. "Jane, see you soon. Keep Cathy company, it's lovely to meet you. I hope you all have fun." Then, turning to Cathy, he continued, "I'll be back in say 3 hours, I'll tell Jennie. Bye." He waved and walked back to the house.

The two women watched him, and Cathy waved as he went. Somehow Jane got the impression she did a lot of waving him goodbye.

"Sorry, he fondled your ass. He does it rather by habit. He didn't mean anything by it. I've told him off before." Cathy looked a little sheepish.

"Don't worry Cathy, it was no big deal. He didn't squeeze it like he did yours. He's entitled of course as he's your hubby."

"Yes, I know, but still sorry." Cathy did look sorry. Jane took a step forward and kissed Cathy on the cheek. It was a peck really, but Jane was determined to see if she could seduce this hot piece, and this was a first step. A new, more sexually active rather than reactive Jane was coming to the fore. Cathy turned her head, and Jane kissed her again, this time quickly on her lips. Cathy started in surprise.

"Don't worry honey, I really didn't mind," Jane said and she put her arm around Cathy's shoulders and drew the woman close to her. She could feel the sexual tension in herself, and Cathy's body was rock hard to the touch. Cathy's hand touched her arm and to Jane it felt like an electric shock. Then the moment of closeness was over. Cathy's eyes betrayed very little, although she averted Jane's immediate gaze by looking at Jane's ankles.

"Nice shoes," Cathy commented, trying to ease the tension she felt.

"Why don't we sit down?" Jane pointed to the poolside reclining chairs and Cathy folded her tanned body onto it and settled back on the chair automatically positioning her lovely, exercised legs in a way that showed them off to their best advantage. Jane looked down at her, drinking in every inch. The sun was hot, and Cathy was now feeling the heat, as was Jane. Cathy's enticing curves were seemingly asking Jane to rip off that top and suck those lovely boobs. Jane shivered in excitement as her fantasies ran wild. Cathy's brown skin began to take on a sheen of sweat. Jane tore herself away and sat beside her on the other chair. She felt her wetness permeating the very depths of her sex and she feared she might be showing it. She looked down at the small patch of material covering her slit. A very slight darker stain was beginning to show, or was she just imagining it?

"You know Tommy, he's a lovely man, but well, you know, he isn't...what can I say...exactly exciting." Cathy was confiding something quite personal to Jane, who was sipping her drink and resting her other hand on her smooth, curved thigh. There was something about beautiful Jane that made her want to bring her into her confidence. Someone like Jane, who is so attractive must be experienced in love and sex, or so she calculated.

"He's, um, a lot shorter than you," Jane's comment slipped out, rather by mistake and she was embarrassed. To make a joke out of it she added, "but he's probably big where it matters?"

Cathy leaned forward and said confidentially. "Not really. He's the same size there in proportion. Just my luck, I meet a nice man, who has pots of money and loves me to pieces, but the sex is, well..."

"Disappointing?" Jane asked.

"Exactly." Cathy paused and then continued, "Jane, you look like you must know a thing or two about men, but why is there always a tradeoff? Why cannot we get what we want great sex and money?"

They both laughed. Jane told Cathy her story about her ex-fiancée and Cathy seemed genuinely sorry for her. Cathy said that all the other relationships in her life had stunk and that Tommy's old-fashioned treatment of her was fantastic.

"Yes, I know, but no hard-up-against-the-wall-fucking-with-your-legs-around-his-waist though? Hmm, I see your problem."

Cathy momentarily looked shocked but then laughed. The drink had got to Jane and by now both of them were enjoying each other's company. Jane could not take her eyes off Cathy's incredible flesh. Her breasts surely are implants she thought, I know she works out, but no one has such perfect spheres, do they? Jane's were natural and in great shape, but Cathy's were a lot bigger than her thirty-five inches.

Cathy laughed out loud, "Right. Too right. Exactly." Jane felt her tension diminishing, but the drink was not dampening her feelings of desire.

They heard footsteps behind them and, looking around, they saw Jennie.

"You girls seem to be getting on," she said. "I'm off shopping now, I'll be back soon. Have another drink and enjoy. See you!"

Jane and Cathy thanked her, and shortly after they heard her car leave the garage. Jane realized that she was now alone with Cathy and that she had a window of time before the others returned. Perhaps now was the time to see if she could seduce her. Jane was nervous and excited at the prospect. She fixed herself another drink and asked Cathy if she wanted a second. After protestations of not wanting to drink too much, Jane fixed her another strong one and brought it over to her, setting it down on the concrete beside her.

"Cathy, would you mind if I went topless? It's such a nice day. Just say if it makes you uncomfortable."

Cathy could hardly object. "Why no. Go ahead. You're right, it is great weather." Cathy paused as Jane swiftly pulled off her top. Her two perfect breasts popped out. "Um, yes, fine." Cathy looked a little embarrassed and she shifted her legs uneasily. Jane was disappointed she had not stripped off her bra too.

Jane's fingers gently massaged her nipples, feeling them tight and erect under her fingers and thumbs and she shuddered slightly self-consciously trying to be erotic. "Oh fuck, I love to be topless. Really nice to be free". Cathy felt, not for the first time, seeing Jane apparently becoming aroused, that Jane was not only sexy, but a little dangerous, if that was the right word.

Jane stood over Cathy, stepping over her extended legs and standing astride the lower part of Cathy's recliner. She asked as innocently as she could whether Cathy would like her to put some suntan lotion on her back.

It crossed Cathy's mind that it might be unusual to have lotion applied by a buff, half naked woman, whom she hardly knew. Her mind weighed it up and concluded that, as they were alone, who would know. It would be rather nice too to have it on her back, which could do with a massage. Cathy worked out most days and she had overdone it yesterday, and as result she was experiencing more stiffness than usual. Well, that's what she told herself at least.

"OK," she said, her big brown eyes flashing a nervous warning.

Cathy's mind was working overtime. She was slightly intoxicated with the drink. The heat was not helping her think either. Jane certainly is really hot, she thought. I bet she gets the men she wants. Cathy realized that marrying Tommy had been great for her security and standard of living, but she missed the excitement of the cut and thrust of conversation and, yes, even the fine art of flirting: something she seemed to have forgotten how to do. Suddenly she really envied Jane's freedom and looking at her lovely, shapely body she wondered whether Jane had a boyfriend, she realized she hadn't asked her.

"Come on then. Turn over, I'll start on your back and neck." Jane's voice brought her out of her reverie, and she put the drink down, pushed the back of the recliner so it was horizontal to the ground and turned over, lying on her stomach, her shapely legs slightly apart, her face resting against the top of the recliner, her breasts squashed beneath her.

Jane's heart was pumping wildly -- she had Cathy now just exactly where she only had dreamed might be possible. In between her legs and ready to be touched by her. Jane felt that this would be easy if she played her cards right and was not too crass and unsubtle. She'd need gentle coaxing to get to where I can have her, she thought. Slightly trembling with excitement, she put the thick suntan lotion on her hands and then slowly, savoring the moment, put them on the small of Cathy's back. Cathy instinctively tensed and Jane could feel the flat muscles in her back contract as she began to rub her hands over them and, reaching around her sides, she gently and slowly caressed the edge of her abdomen.

"Hmm, that's good. Oh, that tickles!" Cathy groaned, feeling Jane's fingers on her stomach.

"Sorry, Cath, let me do your neck". Jane gently lifted Cathy's blonde hair that was over her shoulders and she and Cathy pushed it up to be out of the way. Cathy felt Jane's naked thighs brush against her torso as she squatted down to put the lotion on her shoulders. As Jane's fingers began to knead her neck, she thought how erotic it was. She could see, by glancing downwards, Jane's lovely legs and those sexy shoes of hers. She got a feeling that Jane was deliberately trying to arouse her. Jane's strong hands were remarkably close to her breasts, and she could not help but think about Jane's hot body standing over her, dominating her. And the girl was bare breasted too. She began to wonder what the hell she had let herself in for.

"Cathy, I can't get the lotion into your back unless you undo your top. Shall I do it?" Jane said it in the most innocent way, and without twisting her head Cathy could not see that Jane was now sweating and flushed with excitement. Jane could see the Cathy's hot body in front of her was beginning to glow as she worked the lotion into every sexy pore. She knelt beside her, leaning over her body, her hands shiny with the lotion.

Cathy lifted herself up on her elbows, but before she could answer, Jane had untied the thin white straps at the back of her bikini top and the top fell down onto Cathy's forearms revealing a magnificent pair of hemispheres with large prominent aureoles and what Jane thought were the largest nipples she had ever seen. Cathy suddenly felt the fresh air on her boobs, and she realized that this was no uneasiness, she was definitely a bit turned on.

"Hey, Jane, what the hell?"

"Oh, sorry Cathy, I just thought... well, hey, my tits are hanging out too you know -- don't be shy. You have a sensational pair." Cathy began to wish that maybe she had not started with all this. Jane is far too sexy she thought. She's having a bad influence on me.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm not a prude. We're all girls here." Cathy lay down again. This time she could feel that her nipples were painfully erect, and lying down was stimulating them even more than Jane's touch; she was now working the lotion into her shoulders. She opened her eyes to see Jane's right breast with its hard nipple swinging beside her face as she massaged her arms.

Jane smiled and said, "How is it?"

"Jane, you're very good at this I must say, I think you might be...um...producing unwanted effects on me." She was beginning to notice that her vagina was tingling.

"Really Cathy, I can't think why? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you you wouldn't do yourself."

Jane wanted more than anything to grasp the glorious globes that were Cathy's tits, but she wanted to spin it out and she was not sure that Cathy was quite ready. Jane was so excited now she began periodically to touch herself and push the tips of her fingers into her pussy, feeling her own wetness and bringing her surprisingly close to orgasm. She wondered what would happen when Cathy came. She'd not yet touched any sexual part of the luscious woman lying in front of her, but she felt almost scared of the effect giving her an orgasm would do to her. Would she slap Jane, or tell her husband, or Jennie? Or even report her? Bending down she picked up her drink and took a long draught. She felt the alcohol enter her stomach. Putting the glass down, she intentionally brushed her nipples against Cathy's back and Cathy feeling their pointy hardness moaned and said "Ooh, yes. That feels nice."

"OK, Cathy, I have to come right out and say I think you are absolutely fucking gorgeous. I am going to put some lotion on your legs, just so you know. I don't think I have ever seen anyone as hot as you are."

Cathy raised her body up on her elbows again, her boobs hanging down, the tips of her nipples still touching the recliner, and looked at Jane. She smiled at her and replied, hesitating. "Thanks Jane, that's very sweet of you. Be careful with me... I don't know what's happening to me to be honest." She was now really feeling horny, and she was embarrassed to admit this to herself. Jane was succeeding in getting her excited, but she didn't want to encourage her, she was so unsure as to exactly why Jane was doing this. Was she wanting to--she could hardly admit it to herself-- have sex with her, or was it simply a sort of game in which Jane would give her an erotic massage and leave it at that? A sort of grand tease? Why would someone as lovely as Jane want her when she must not be short of offers herself? Cathy was not short of offers either, but she loved Tommy and felt loyal to him, or at least that's what she told herself, and anyone who asked.

On the other hand, Jane was really beautiful and Cathy, who worked hard to get the body she had, was able to recognize an equally hot body. Also, Jane had those amazing light-brown eyes and those perfect features, so perhaps it was not surprising that she was attracted to her. Her mind was still spinning from when Jane had kissed her earlier and she had felt her lips and smelt her scent. Jane was sucking her in, and she couldn't seem to resist.

Jane was kneeling on her haunches in front of Cathy. She kissed her again: this time full on the mouth and gently pushing her tongue so as to touch her teeth. Cathy's hand rested on Jane's thigh, and it stayed there while the two women enjoyed each other's lips and mouths. Cathy's tongue moved gently and hesitantly into Jane's, clearly enjoying the feel of her, and Jane in response opened her mouth more and pushed her tongue more deeply still into Cathy's throat, Jane's arm went under Cathy's and, brushing Cathy's breast, pulled her closer in a firm grasp. Cathy suddenly felt a thrill of excitement and she twisted on the recliner, her nipples felt as though they might burst. Jane's touch had made them start to throb. Cathy wanted Jane to suck them, and her head began to spin as feelings of confused sexual desire washed over her.

"No, Jane, no...it's not right." Jane continued kissing her and while she did this, she stroked Cathy's peroxided hair. Cathy's earrings swung brushing Jane's cheek as their lips and tongues entwined in the most erotic kiss Cathy had ever experienced. Cathy moaned softly, "Oh god, Jane, for god's sake... it's not..."

"Honey, why not let us enjoy it and stop complaining?" Jane nuzzled Cathy's ear, sucking her earlobe, her tongue wrapping around her large earring. Cathy's hand slid up Jane's hard thigh and reached the edge of her bikini. Cathy's nerve failed. She wanted Jane, and she wanted sexual release, but she felt all nervous about what would happen next. When eventually Jane let her come up for air, she was breathing heavily, her shoulders rising and falling and her nipples stiff and her sex was tingling with a thousand pleasurable expectations. Jane wanted Cathy to be even more worked up before she touched any lovely part of her sex. The sun was getting to both of them, and both were sweating. The suntan oil mixing with their sweat made their flesh intoxicatingly slippery, their shiny surfaces showing every glorious contour and muscle. Cathy was thoroughly confused, and she was silent, not knowing what to say, her hand still feeling Jane's thigh, her fingers gently stroking the edge of the bikini. Cathy had never touched another woman's pussy, but she knew that she wanted to. Her own pussy was wet like it used to be when she had had a great sex life -- needing to be filled and stimulated until she could release all the passion that Jane had been stoking so expertly.

"Fuck, Cathy, you are fucking steaming. You're going to make me come all over you at this rate." Jane said it in a way that implied this was not her intention and that she found it as surprising as Cathy. Jane's body was now trembling almost as much as Cathy's.

"Oh god Jane, sorry, I don't know what I am doing... I feel so... odd". Jane smiled at Cathy's attempts to fight the desire that was so obviously consuming her.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I usually fuck a good two or three women before dinner." Jane smiled and Cathy laughed rather nervously. Jane's lovely features and those beautiful hazel eyes seemed to look into her mind, knowing exactly what Cathy wanted. "I'm joking Cath!" Cathy, who already was fully in lust with the girl, smiled wanly back. Her stomach was in her mouth.

"Oh god Jane, don't mess with me please, I can't stand it. What the fuck will I tell Tommy...or Jennie?"

"But nothing's happened Cathy. I haven't finished yet. You don't have to say anything, do you?"

Cathy, resigned, lay down again as Jane, the sweat now falling from her face, began to apply the lotion to Cathy's legs. She worked the fluid into her ankles and around the straps of her heels and then she massaged her hard, muscular calves, then she started on her knees and finally the tapering, tanned thighs. Cathy moaned as Jane twisted the resilient muscles in those lovely legs.

"Oh Jane, yes that feels great...oh yeah." Jane, now presented with Cathy's ass encased in its white bikini bottom slid the lotion under the bikini and she pushed her fingers around the buttocks slipping the tips of her fingers into Cathy's now sweaty crack. Cathy gasped and cried out, "Jane, no, not there! Not there!" Jane ignored her as the cry was clearly one of pleasure despite what she said.

Jane was way past pretending, Cathy was well and truly seduced, and her gorgeous ass was hers. Jane began to pull the tight bikini down revealing steadily more hard lotion-slicked skin. Cathy raised her ass, and soon her bare buttocks were exposed. Jane pulled the bikini over her strong thighs and then as Cathy began to tremble, it was past her legs and her cork-heeled shoes and then the crumpled bikini was lying on the ground. Jane's wetness felt like it must be running down her thighs so, in a quick motion, she stepped out of her own bikini, standing by Cathy's side and turning herself to show herself off to Cathy who was now once again resting on her elbows looking at Jane's nakedness, her eyes pleading for sex.

"You are so hot Cath, I'm going to make you come so hard."

"Oh my god Jane..." Cathy's voice sounded as though she was finding it difficult to speak.

Jane stood astride Cathy again and, forgetting the pretense of the suntan lotion this time, began caressing Cathy's lovely ass. As she looked down, she could see Cathy's dripping sex and as one hand felt her left ass cheek, her other fingers swept across the waiting pussy slit. Cathy gasped and cried out as Jane's finger traced a circle around the folds of Cathy's labia and then, squeezing her hand in between those thighs, she felt and held Cathy's clitoris in between her thumb and forefinger. Cathy gasped in pleasure and her body, shiny with perspiration and lotion, writhed as Jane squeezed the fat, full clit. Jane thought she could feel it pulsing under her touch and Jane squatted down, her legs wide apart, over the small of Cathy's back, her hand holding the wet clitoris behind her, her own thighs pushing against Cathy's back and abdomen, their buttocks pressed against each other.

"Feel that Cath, that's my pussy on your back." Jane moved her wet slit over the moaning woman. Cathy was in a world of pleasure that was all her own. Jane was squeezing her clitoris now in a rhythmic pulsing action and she felt an orgasm coming on her like a runaway train. Jane's smooth thighs and the feel of her shaved pussy on her back brought Cathy to the very edge. Jane came close to climax herself by all the repeated sliding, feeling the rub of the hard back muscles against her own sexually engorged pussy. Both the girls were now moaning and gasping and, as Cathy approached her climax, she twisted and turned underneath Jane's thighs. Cathy's cork heels kicked against Jane's back as Jane's other hand now slid onto the sweat and lotion slicked boobs of the writhing hottie lying under her thighs. Jane's fingers flicked Cathy's nipples. Cathy cried out, a gasp of surprise, excitement, and release, as she felt Jane's own juices running uncontrollably down her back.

"Christ, Cathy, come you sexy bitch, come, come!" Cathy gasped and climaxed, her body bucking up and down as the waves and waves of pleasure exploded in her mind and body. Jane rode Cathy as she bumped and ground in the grip of her powerful orgasm and when Jane climaxed too a few seconds later, it was an intense relief after the half an hour or more of the foreplay she had put herself through getting the gorgeous fitness girl in her clutches. Jane felt as though she squirted all over Cathy's back. Even if not literally true, it certainly felt like it.

"Cath, I squirted all over your back!" Jane moved down so her pussy was now on Cathy's thighs and Cathy could feel the squeeze of Jane's legs and the wetness of her pussy once more. She inserted a finger into Cathy's slit, and she could see that the cushion of the recliner was wet with Cathy's cum. Cathy moaned and lifted her ass, the muscles in her thighs standing out as they contracted.

"Jane, my god, that was incredible. Fuck...I came like an animal, oh god." Cathy got up, still trembling, from the recliner and Jane could not help but feel newly aroused at her beautiful naked body. Cathy had well-trimmed brown pubes, and her clit really seemed very long to Jane -- certainly much longer than hers. Long nipples and long clit, Jane thought, smiling, makes a hot chick. Both the girls stood looking and admiring each other.

"Come here, Cath, you need to have seconds." Jane once again kissed Cathy. This time there was no hesitancy, and both the women gave it all they could -- their mouths and tongues eating and sucking each other. Cathy's leg wrapped around Jane and Jane's hands squeezed and caressed Cathy's tits until she almost came again in the pure excitement of the moment. Cathy's hand flicked over Jane's shaved pussy and her hand felt the wet excitement of her seducer.

"Jane, you're really wet. Fuck, the things you're doing to me, I'll fucking explode."

Jane pushed Cathy so that she sat sideways on the recliner and then, kneeling, she pulled open Cathy's thighs and, after some further feeling of her labia and clit which succeeded in getting her gasping again, Jane said, "I'm going to finger fuck you, honey." The sentence was enough to make Cathy start trembling again in expectation, and when Jane inserted her forefinger and index finger into Cathy's slit, she began to cry in pleasure, tears appearing in her eyes and making what was left of her already smeared mascara run down her cheeks. Jane started slowly moving her fingers in and out, and she steadily increased the pace until they were thrusting at quite a pace. Cathy's cries were loud, and Jane hoped no neighbors could hear them. Cathy arched her back as the pleasure took over her body again, her boobs like hard rocks, her impressive abdominal muscles revealing themselves. Jane knew what she, herself, liked, so she did the same to Cathy. When Cathy seemed to have reached a peak of sorts she slowed down until Cathy was desperate for release, her hands now fondling Jane wherever she could reach.

"Please Jane, please make me come, please!" Her legs lifted and Jane swiftly maneuvered them until they were wrapped around her waist, holding her tight.

"Make me come, please, oh god." Cathy's voice was quite desperate now. Jane was full to the brim with desire herself.

"Ok Cath, come baby, come!" Jane pushed all four fingers into Cathy's cunt, and she pulled and stretched the wet slit, then in went her two fingers again, deep into the chamber and Jane pumped them as hard as she could, her thumb pressing firmly against the fleshy clit. She leant forward and their mouths met, lips merging together in their passion. Cathy contorted herself as she came, "Oh, yes...yes...oooh." Jane loved hearing her cries of delight. Such a turn on.

Jane withdrew her fingers and Cathy moved forward lifting her legs and sliding her thighs over Jane's shoulders. Cathy's dark pubes were directly in front of Jane's mouth. Jane sucked the long, erect clitoris, and her tongue pushed deep into the soaking sex of her lover. Cathy was not a small woman, and Jane could feel the weight of her heavily pushing down on her shoulders and she could feel the sex, sweat, and tanning lotion-slicked thighs against her cheeks. Cathy now was crying, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me Jane, fuck me!" so loudly that Jane fears of them being overheard revived.

Her back was breaking, but the taste of Cathy's cunt was so intoxicating that for thirty seconds she held almost Cathy's whole weight while Cathy clung on to the recliner only with her hands, the rest of her body draped over Jane's shoulders. Jane's legs and back took the strain. Jane gripped the large, hard clit in her mouth letting Cathy enjoy the feel of her teeth on her most sensitive spot which produced an extra scream of pleasure, followed by a few tongue penetrations. Cathy climaxed again and Jane, her energy exhausted, deposited the trembling, crying woman onto the grass next to the concrete pavers. While Cathy rolled in pleasure, Jane's finger once again entered Cathy's pussy and fucked her until both of them were spent.

Cathy was climaxed out, while Jane was rather tired and slightly unfulfilled. The two naked women lay on the grass. Cathy rolled over and held Jane close, enjoying the feel of her hard body, her fingers tweaking Jane's nipples and kissing her on the neck.

"Jane, thank you so much darling. Now that was fantastic. The best sex I've ever had. I couldn't believe it would be so good with a woman. Mind you, you're obviously not just any woman. Now let me suck you too," Cathy kissed Jane. Jane thought how much better she had got at kissing her. It was really nice. When Cathy brought her knee up in-between Jane's thighs and pressed it against her sex, pushing and rubbing her clit, she twitched and moaned as she came. She had been way overdue another one, so it didn't take much to bring her over the edge.

Cathy heard the crunch of wheels on the drive and a garage door opening and cried, "Oh my god, oh my god, it's Tommy."

"Cath, don't panic. Get in the pool!" Jane said, barely recovered from her climax.

Cathy saw Jane's lithe body kick off her shoes and then run and dive straight into the water. Cathy followed suit, although she had to wrestle with the straps of her shoes and unwind them from her ankles, which seemed to take forever. "Fuck, Fuck," she cried in desperation.

Jane surfaced and seeing Cathy shouted, "OK Cathy, say nothing. Yeah, we're naked, but so what? We were sunbathing, OK? For god's sake don't panic, nothing will happen, OK? Just act naturally. I'm here with you." She paddled over to Cathy, grasping her hand under the water, holding it tight in solidarity. Jane was surprised at her own quick thinking and firmness with panicking Cathy. Jane's words calmed her, but the cool water and Jane's hand seemed to heighten her desire. Her pussy was throbbing.

"Jane, thanks for everything. I'm still so fucking turned on, you'll not believe it." Jane could believe it: she felt just the same. The cool water was good on her body and, after kissing Cathy, she said, "You'd better take your earrings off." Cathy put them on the side of the pool.

"You look a sight," Jane said. Cathy's makeup was smeared, and her cheeks were covered in mascara. The contrast with Jane was striking, she looked positively radiant, like a model for a vacation brochure. Jane tenderly wiped Cathy's face. "That's better," she said, carefully rubbing the last bit of lipstick from Cathy's bottom lip. "Why on earth do you wear all that lipstick and mascara? You don't need to impress us. You're hot enough already."

"Oh, I don't know...Tommy likes it. He says I've a big nose".

"He's an idiot, he doesn't know how lucky he is." Jane gave her a kiss.

"It's not Tommy, it's Jennie. Thank God," said Cathy.

Now a stab of anxiety went through Jane's stomach. Would she think it odd that she and Cathy are swimming nude together in the pool?

It took a few moments for Jennie to realize that the two girls were indeed naked, and she noticed the two pairs of shoes strewn near the pool's edge. Jane's sexy, transparent heels intermingled with Cathy's white cork ones. Then she noticed the two bikinis by one of the recliners. Jennie thought it curious; it looks almost as though they stripped off right on top of each other.

"Did you have fun? You girls are a bit forward, aren't you? I don't think we've ever done nude swimming here."

"Oh Jen, don't be boring. Well, here's what you're missing." Jane stood up in the shallow end, revealing all.

Jennie laughed and said, admiring the view. "OK, OK, Janie. Give us poor slobs a break. You'd better get out and get decent as Tommy'll be back and I can't see him approving of seeing his wife cavorting about in the nude in front of strangers."

"That's me, I'm always cavorting." Jane's laugh was infectious. "I'm not a stranger am I Cath?" Jane's voice was like a siren call to Cathy who was still feeling horny. Cathy wished she had a photo of Jane standing naked just like that. She would enjoy looking at it for years to come. Somehow her libido seemed to have shifted. She wondered what the fuck Jane had brought out in her and why. At the moment though all she could think about was how to experience more of what Jane had to offer.

"Jennie, can you throw me my bikini?" She stood up next to Jane. Jennie could not fail to notice Cathy's fantastic naked physique either, or her amazing, long nipples. Jennie reckoned her nipples would never look like that, particularly now as it was over 85 degrees.

"Here you go," Jennie said, tossing over the bikinis. "I'm about to cook dinner. Jane darling, do you want to give me a hand? Cathy, just relax. There's no need to change for dinner by the way. Towels are over there."

Jane shot back. "Just as well Jen, as I left my evening gown and jewels behind." Cathy laughed. Cathy's hair looked a mess. Jane's was soaked too, but it fell obediently and elegantly down behind her ears. Jennie thought how typical. Jane always looks like some kind of fashion plate. She tried not to feel jealous. It was hard sometimes.

The two women got out of the pool and walked back to the house, draped in towels following Jennie, feeling a little excited and also, perhaps, a little guilty.

Jennie continued to think it a little odd that Cathy, as hot as she is, had never exactly been the type to go nude bathing. On the other hand, she thought, she has been in a few fitness competitions in the past and they do show a lot there. Maybe she's more of an exhibitionist than she gives the impression of being. As for Jane, well, she has always been sexy in person and in her dress sense, so she felt she should not be so surprised. She did think it unusual, though, the way the bikinis and shoes were so intermingled. Both of those two are tidy types. Oh well, forget it, we've a nice dinner ahead of us.

Jennie heard the two women chattering happily behind her as she re-entered the house. Just then Tommy returned in his large, black Mercedes.

(To be continued).