I'd been down to the West Country to pick up some equipment and, on the way back, I decided to take a detour to Brighton, on the south coast, to drop in on some friends, Don and Abby. I hadn't seen them for about six months, and I had no idea if they'd be at home, but it was worth a shot.
It turned out they were home, and they were delighted to see me. Abby and I had been friends for about eight years; ever since she worked with my then-wife and, from day one of meeting each other, there had been obvious chemistry between us. We just got on so well together, so I was very excited just to see her again.
Abby gave me a big hug, really pulling me close to her, arms wrapped around me, and kissed me just off my mouth on both sides, saying how much she'd missed me. I mean, I wasn't complaining at all, but it was a little awkward with Don standing there, especially as she'd only been with him for a year.
What I didn't know was that Don was just about ready to leave for a couple of days as he had a stand at a business exhibition in London. I'd arrived about a couple of hours before he was due to set-off, so we still had some time to catch up.
When it came time for Don to go, he wasn't in the least bit concerned about leaving me with Abby as he knew our friendship went way back, plus I too would be leaving shortly.
I loved her company so much, and this was so unexpected to have her all to myself to catch up on everything, so I couldn't have been happier when we went outside to say goodbye to Don and watch as he drove away.
As soon as Don was out of sight, she turned to me with a massive grin on her face and hugged me. She kissed me on the corner of my mouth and said; "My day just got a whole lot better as it's just you and me now. I'm so excited to see you again, and now we're all alone with the whole night ahead of us. Let's get pissed, shall we?"
"So I'm staying over then, am I?" I said.
"Well, fucking obviously!" she replied. "Now we're finally alone, with no one to get in our way, we might as well make the most of it. Yes?"
She turned towards me, grabbed my crotch and gently squeezed, saying; "We need to have to have some dirty fun." I just smiled.
Still squeezing my cock she leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips, then turned and walked away.
"Anyway," she said, turning around, "Talking of dirty, I'm going upstairs to have a bath. Why don't you come and wash my back?"
"Well fucking obviously!" I said. We both laughed.
I was pretty stunned. I mean, it's not like this wasn't a dream come true, but it wasn't what I was expecting at all. We'd spent the last two or three years secretly flirting with each other over email. Mine were very suggestive and quite explicit sometimes, just pushing to see how far I could go. For example; I once asked if she'd ever been tied naked to a chair and teased relentlessly with a vibrator. She just laughed, as much as you can in an email, and replied with something like; "I'm not saying, but do have rope burns."
She loved all the dirty talk and would often tell me how horny she was feeling and what she'd like to get up to, but she always played it very coyly, never quite answering my questions.
One time, we were messaging long into the early hours, and I knew she was pretty drunk as her openness and language went up about five notches. She told me she was naked and was playing with herself, thinking about how much she loved having ice cubes sucked from her pussy. That thought remained burned into my brain!
More recently though, she'd been telling me how she really liked Don and that he did make her happy, but that he was a lousy lover. Not great for a girl with her sex drive.
As Abby reached the house, she turned and said; "By the way, there's ice in the freezer too y'know."
With that, she disappeared inside.
I was suddenly feeling nervous, but also unbelievably excited. I waited for five minutes while I collect my thoughts and then went into the house. I called out to Abby; "Helloooo, where are you?"
"Stark naked in the bath. Come and find me," she replied.
I walked upstairs towards the bathroom, my heart thumping like crazy, and gingerly pushed the bathroom door open.
It was a big house, and the bathroom was both large and luxurious. In the centre of the room was a full-size, modern interpretation of a Victorian, roll-top bath, and Abby was lying in it facing away from me.
I walked over to her. The water was crystal clear - completely flat and no bubbles to hide her beautiful, slim body. Her knees were bent slightly, resting on the bath sides just above the waterline.
She sat up, smiled at me, held out a bar of soap and said; "Here you go, you can wash my back, please."
I took my shirt off and knelt behind her at the head of the bath, dipping the soap into the water and rolling it around my hands to create lots of lather. Abby leant forward, and I began smoothing the soft, creamy lather over her bare back and shoulders.
She lifted her left leg out of the water and rested her foot on the edge of the bath. "Foot next, please," she said in a non-demanding, seductive tone.