Christina and Paula

Paula out of her swimsuit, now completely nude she lay face down on the patio chair by the pool. The sun warm on her naked flesh caused tiny beads of sweat to gather on her back and buttocks before trickling down the sides of her breasts or slowly running between her legs,further dampening her pussy lips.

Although toned, her curves added a certain softness to her 20 year old body.

Paula was single, and currently enjoying the private back garden of her secluded house. She enjoyed sunbathing nude alone in her back garden, as the heat, soft breeze, and naked exposure turned her thoughts to sex. She would sometimes masturbate on the patio by the pool, her sighs echoing through the deserted garden. Today, she felt extremely turned on, becoming more aware daily of the loneliness that possessed her since she had no husband. She thought of her friend Christina and resisted the impulse to touch herself, preferring to wait for the anticipated encounter.

Paula's moistened body was beautiful. Her eyes again roved over the tight curves of the naked body before her

Christina used her key to enter the home of her friend Paula. She knew she would be by the pool, so Christina entered without ringing, and placed her bag on the table by the front door. She meandered slowly through the rooms of the home towards the second living room in the rear. Christina was taller than Paula, with long, jet black hair and deep, brown eyes. She was beautiful, with a penetrating quality to her dark eyes and an almost hypnotic beauty in her face. Her complexion was more fair, and her body almost entirely soft. Paula was cute with full lips and steel grey eyes,and a body that was toned and golden almost oriental in appearance.

Christina had not planned on swimming, coming over to use Paula's work room for a story she was writing. She was dressed in shorts, sandals, and a light blue t-shirt. She moved absentmindedly through the sliding glass door to say hi to Paula, not taking notice yet of her nude friend on the patio.

"Ohhh!" Christina startled, taking in the full view of Paula’s entirely nude body stretched out on the patio chair. Paula lay face down with her head resting on her folded arms. Her body was covered in light moisture over its entire length. Christina's eyes reflexively traced down Paula’s frame, scanning smoothly over her bare and beaded back, rising in artistic curvature over the sculpture of her moistened rear, descending to the back of her thighs. Her heart skipped as she took in Paula's complete nudity. Christina stumbled slightly backward at the shock, her right hand rushing to cover her mouth, and her face lit up in a blush. Paula did not move. She did not even open her eyes. "You should lay out for a little while before going in to work," Paula said casually.

"Ummm...I'm sorry...I...you startled me," Christina's voice was almost laughing a little now. She became aware now, as the shock dissipated, that she was also turned on. Paula's moistened body was beautiful. Her eyes again roved over the tight curves of the naked body before her. She was perhaps just as aroused by the matter-of-fact tone of Paula's response. 'She doesn't mind that I'm seeing her like this,' she mused, the flush on her neck spreading downward over her chest. Christina's breasts tingled as her nipples tightened the t-shirt was tight and she feared her rapidly hardening nipples would betray her excitement. Paula was smiling at the reply, but still did not open her eyes.

"This pool is the most secluded of it's kind anywhere in the area. The sun is cooking me alive. I like how it feels. You should try it." Paula spoke slowly with a gravelly quality that Christina had not heard before, almost as if Paula was half asleep in her sensual relaxation. The effect of Paula’s response was very arousing to Christina, and her nipples were protruding now with engorged attention. She had never seen Paula nude before. The face-down position was startling in its composition. It seemed to reveal everything, but instead concealed the most valuable treasures of Paula’s sex. Christina was briefly distracted by thoughts of what Paula's breasts would look like if she turned over. Christina's heart skipped when she thought of seeing Paula's pussy, and at the thought she felt a physical flushing and warmth engulf the flesh between her legs.

"I...I didn't bring a suit. You're sure no one can see?" Christina could hardly disguise the excitement in her voice.

"You don't need a suit, silly." Paula replied, her eyes opening for the first time, squinting in the sun. "There isn't another home within a mile. The fence extends all the way past that grove of trees, and the trees there would block someone, even if they had a telescope. I sunbathe here all the time. Sometimes I masturbate back here." The last statement was overtly flirtatious, and Christina was certain that Paula was inviting her to share in the risky nature of exposure, not simply sunbathing.

"I don't think...I mean...I'm not going to..." Christina's mind whirled. The combination of the heat, of her aroused state, of the sight of Paula’s nakedness made Christina's mind spin. She felt her own wetness clinging to the lips between her legs, and begin to moisten the panties she wore. She had no doubt that this place was secluded. What transpired here would be between her and Paula. It was that thought that made her heart race, and her pussy swell.

"Then stay in your underwear...Come on. It's so hot and it feels nice. Have some lemonade and drop your panties," Paula said playfully. She rose up on her arms and turned towards Christina. Paula’s breasts were in full view now, small, firm, tanned, with tiny erect nipples. Christina’s passion stirred again at the sight. Paula's breasts were perfect, her body soft and curved, and she was smiling. Her right side was down, and her left leg was bent, sloping downward and obscuring her between her legs. Christina's eyes traced there anyway, hoping to see. Paula noticed. "A step closer, sweety," Paula reached with her right hand, cupping Christina’s waistband, pulling her closer. Paula swung to a seated position now, her left hand grabbing the zipper on Anne's shorts, pulling the zipper down. Christina stood frozen. She could now see Paula's perfectly smooth pubes. Her nipples were near bursting with excitement. Her pussy dripped juices between swollen lips, trickling on to the white skin of her thighs and bathing her white panties. She brought her legs together a little, to allow Paula to easily remove her shorts.

"Alright, alright," Christina resigned. Stepping out of the shorts and pulling her t-shirt over her head, unveiling her naked breasts. Christina stood there in only white panties. Her white skin gleamed. Soft, luxurious curves outlined her breasts and hips. Her breasts were moderate in size, full, firm and vibrant. Her areola were large, perfectly circular, dark and exotic, now though dark red, enlarged and erect. She was thin yet her soft belly was slightly rounded warm and inviting, with her panties clinging to the round curves of her hips. Between her legs, at the apex of the inverted white triangle of her panties, wetness saturated the material, causing it to cling to the flesh beneath, outlining her plump aroused lips. Paula thought Christina's nipples were screaming for attention, and though not as obvious, her pussy was clearly moistened and aching. Paula returned to her prone position, face down, keeping her eyes on Christina.

"You look hot," Paula teased. "I think I'm almost as turned on as you." Paula smiled, eyeing her friend, who was now gulping a lemonade. Paula kept her eyes on Christina, and when she clearly had her attention, closed her eyes and moved her hands over her breast, gentley brushing the erect nipple. "Mmmmm...feels good." Christina's mind was spinning hard now. She felt warm and intoxicated. Sweat began to collect on her abdomen and between her breasts and thighs. She smiled at Paula's flirtations, tracing with her eyes the length of Paula’s body and curves.

"Looks like it," Christina heaved, the sight of Paula, the heat and sweat, the soft breeze, the slight buzz from the drink, the arousal twisting her insides and sending pulses through to her erect nipples and glistening labia. "No one around for miles," she said thoughtfully, "Why not?" Her right arm bent at the elbow and her hand cupped her right breast, beginning to massage in very slow rhythms, her fingers pinching gently at her engorged nipple.

"Ohhhh...can I watch?" Paula queried playfully, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. Paula again rolled up on her side exposing her breasts, which betrayed strikingly erect nipples, this time rotating her hips evenly to display her bare pussy parting her legs further to reveal her wet pink aroused pussy. Paula placed her head on one arm and gave her rapt attention to Christina, who, smiling at the question, laid back slightly, closed her eyes, and sighed in complete resignation. "Why not?"

Christina's right hand was now rhythmically kneading and massaging her right breast, pinching and flicking the engorged nipple while her left hand softly caressed her midsection. Shards of pleasure shot from the right nipple and Christina's muscles began to engage involuntarily. Her left breast was jealous. Christina’s right arm extended across her body and dove hungrily into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading avidly while twisting and abusing the nipple. Pleasure rolled in waves through her body, emanating from her breasts and enveloping her whole body. Christina was, without knowing, beginning to slightly spread and retract her legs rhythmically as her pussy ached for attention. Paula could see that the strip of Christina's panties that extended between her legs was now entirely drenched, detailing as it clung to her flesh the length of her slit.

Paula's heart raced and she unknowingly began to massage her nipple again. Christina's eyes were still closed. Her rapid breathing becoming mild moans and sighs. Christina abandoned herself completely to the moment. Her left hand descended along her sweat-beaded abdomen, pressed lightly on her panties, and traced the exterior of the moistened cloth, lightly invading the cleft imprinted there. Her index finger pressed deeper, clearly splaying the flesh beneath, and traced upward and downward the extent of the vertical slit. "Yesssssss," she moaned softly. lowered and grasped the waistband of her panties, her left briefly ascending and gripping the opposite side of the waistband. In one smooth maneuver, Christina pulled the panties from her body, first arching her buttocks off the patio chair, revealing as the panties descended a wedge of dark pubic hair, then, her buttocks returning to the chair and legs extending into the air, the panties now raising upward past her knees as the naked flesh between her legs appeared briefly, the panties removed completely now and tossed aside.

"Oh my," Paula continued playfully, now massaging her nipple with vigor. Christina's long white legs came down again, her body stretched out in length now, her breasts heaving as she returned to position. Christina now spread her legs wide. Paula almost stopped breathing as she looked at Christina in her splendor. A triangle of dark pubic hair pointed downward and at its apex began a perfect slit descending through the tannish-pink soft flesh between her legs, guarded on each side by soft, slightly bulging labia. The labia were clearly engorged and were glistening from Christina's wetness. The smaller lips, hood, and orifice beneath were still obscured within the central cleft. Christina's head extended back and her eyes remained closed. Her right hand descended quickly, failing to explore her inner thighs or pubis, instead invading hungrily between the upper portion of her labia into the deeper pussy beneath. Christina's middle finger pressed one lip to the side, widening her slit and unveiling a reddish, dripping hood of flesh capping the deeper orifice, flanked on each side by engorged, moistened lips. Her index finger pressed the flesh just beneath the hood, retracting it slightly to uncover her erect clitoris. She now moaned heavily, arching her back, contracting the muscles of her torso and legs.

Her left hand now descended and her fingers pulled impatiently at the left border of her slit, grasping repeatedly at the moist, yielding pink flesh. Her right middle finger splayed wider the flesh of her pussy, opening herself fully for access to the clitoris and orifice beneath. Her right index finger massaged in a circular fashion her clitoris, first slowly, and then more rapidly. The small lips surrounding her vaginal opening were pulled as the clitoris was pressed and encircled. Christina moaned and heaved. Her right index finger occasionally stopped circling to rub the shaft of the clitoris. Christina now used her fingers from her left hand to hold her lips wide and then penetrated herself with her left index and middle finger. Continuing to manipulate her clitoris, Christina invaded and fingered her pussy in steady rhythm, fingering deep and then withdrawing in rapid repetition. She was now arching so extensively that her buttocks left the patio chair completely. She cried loudly now. Completely abandoned to her self-invasion, Christina could not hear or see Paula, who, now softly massaging the flesh of her pussy, was hypnotized by Christina masturbating.

"Oh God. Yes. Fuck yourself. Ohhhh...deeper...yes...use your fingers. Ohh. Touch your clit...yes...fuck yourself deeper." Christina was now arching her whole body and was so wide her left leg was resting on the patio table. Her muscles contracted rigidly. Her fingers splayed herself desperately apart and her fingers penetrated deeply into her dripping pussy. Her breath was light and rapid. Circling, penetrating, arching, moaning, faster and deeper, Christina screamed and climaxed. She collapsed to the patio chair, drenched in sweat and breathing deeply, her heart racing. Her eyes were still closed and a smile drifted on to her lips.

"Wow! That was...beautiful. You fucked yourself hard."