My boyfriend, Grant, and I had planned on a little weekend trip on the lake. We’d been planning the little get away for weeks. At the last minute, Grant’s best friend from college, Paul, called. Paul and his wife, Claudette, were going to be in town that weekend and wanted to stop by. Before I knew what was happening, Grant had happily invited them to spend the weekend with us on the lake. When Grant hung up the phone, one look at me told him how thrilled I was about the whole thing. I had been planning on a little one-on-one time between the two of us. So much for that idea.
As the weekend rolled around, I grew more used to the idea of spending the time with friends. I figured Claudette and I could lay out in the sun while the guys fished or whatever. I could handle that. I’d just put the romance I had planned on hold until after the weekend.
We had agreed to meet up with Paul and Claudette out at the lake. Early Friday morning, Grant and I pulled up to the boat dock, unhitched the boat, and waited for Paul and Claudette. After about fifteen minutes, they pulled up. I’d meet Grant before but had never met Claudette. Paul is a lot like Grant. Tall, dark hair, athletic build. Grant tends to smile more than Paul but Paul has a dry sense of humor I can appreciate. When I first laid eyes on Claudette, I was stunned. She had an earthy beauty about her that made her more than just attractive. Her blond hair was pulled back in a clip at the base of her neck. She was wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt. Her sunglasses were sliding down her nose and she was laughing at something Paul had said. When I finally got myself together, I moved forward to meet both of them.
After getting settled on board, we cast off and headed out onto the lake. Paul and Grant were already playing one-upmanship, catching up where they’d left off. Claudette and I were getting acquainted, putting away all the groceries in the galley. When we’d finally stopped in a secluded area off the main part of the lake, Claudette and I decided to get a little sun. Slipping into my swimsuit, I headed out on deck. Paul and Grant were on the other side of the boat casting lines for fish. As I laid a towel on my lounge car, Claudette came up from below. She was wearing a skimpy white two-piece that made her legs look like they went on forever. I suddenly found myself feeling overwhelmed by her.
For nearly ten minutes, we laid in silence. Finally, Claudette asked if I wouldn’t might putting some lotion on her back. I said sure and sat up. As I grabbed the bottle of lotion, Claudette reached up and unhooked the top of her bikini. I didn’t know what to do. I stared at her neck and then let my eyes wander down to her chest. She had gorgeous breasts, round, firm and tan. She turned her back to me and held up her hair. Squirting a little lotion in my hand, I gently rubbed her back. Claudette sighed and shivered as the cool lotion met with her warm skin.
I couldn’t help but feel an excitement build as I rubbed the lotion over Claudette. As I finished her back, I turned to settle back in my chair. Claudette had other ideas. Turning over, she laid on her back and asked me to lotion her front. I didn’t know quite what to do. I didn’t want to her think that I was uncomfortable. I wasn’t even sure if I was uncomfortable or not. I knew that I was getting aroused but had never had this reaction with a woman before. I took the bottle of lotion in my hand again and slowly dropped a dollop or two into my palm. Leaning over Claudette, I worked the lotion into her stomach first. She moaned silently and closed her eyes. I slowly moved my hands up her stomach, to just below her breasts. My hands hesitated and Claudette opened her eyes. We stared at one another, not saying a word, then quietly, in almost a whisper, Claudette said, “Touch me.”
Those two little words sent shivers down my back and straight to the mound between my legs. I looked Claudette in the eyes and without blinking slowly moved my hands up and cupped the underside of her breasts. She felt heavy and firm in my hands. And I noticed that the shape of her breasts fit my hands perfectly. Claudette closed her eyes and sighed as I moved my lotioned fingers over her breasts, working slowly from the underside of her orbs and up around the sides to rub the top of her chest. Her nipples had grown hard, forming small brown nubs that seemed to throb before my eyes.
Looking down, I watched my hands as if they were someone else’s. My fingers splayed out over her skin. Her nipples were getting harder and harder. Moving my fingers down, sliding them over her skin, I brushed the tips of my fingers over her nipples. Claudette took a quick breath and sighed, pushing her chest out to me. I couldn’t believe how I felt. Just touching her skin was driving me crazy. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. My bikini bottoms were sopping wet.
