Circle of Friends My Moments

Circle of Friends

My moments of freedom

are, in most cases, more of an autoerotic experience. It heightens my pleasure when I walk through the city bare-bottomed and am aware that other people might occasionally glance between my legs. But only when I make it possible for them--when I've chosen someone to whom I actually want to reveal myself.

It's been a while since I unexpectedly had some success.

It happened on a pleasantly warm summer day, a Saturday morning. I was in a good mood and wanted to experience that special thrill again. So, freshly shaved, I decided to take a stroll through the pedestrian zone. My skirt ended above my knees, and my braless breasts were visible through a light-colored blouse.

Since the stores didn't open until 10:00 a. m., I had a leisurely breakfast and then set off. I have to admit that it was once again a special feeling to feel the air under my skirt against my pussy.

I enjoyed the glances directed at my legs, my butt, or my breasts--from him, but also from her. There were also moments when I had to lean forward or bend over, drawing special attention.

After strolling around for a while, I decided to take a break and went into--well, what was it?--a bistro-style café.

It was moderately busy; scattered among the tables were an older couple engaged in lively conversation, a woman about my age--give or take two or three years--reading a book, two young girls talking about their shopping, a man in his fifties busy with his smartphone, and a woman sitting by the window tucking into a salad.

I found a table in the corner from which I had a good view of the other guests, ordered a caffè latte, and leafed through a newspaper I'd picked up from the next table. I probably don't need to point out that my skirt had ridden up a bit when I sat down. As if by chance, I spread my legs, offering a tempting sight to curious eyes.

Every now and then I looked up from the newspaper to see if anyone was taking the bait. It didn't look like it. The woman by the window was more interested in what was happening on the street; the young girls would sometimes glance in my direction, giggling; the man was basically just staring at my breasts, which were visible through my blouse; and the woman with the book seemed to be focused solely on her reading.

Fine, I thought, not this time, then--maybe next time.

I went back to the newspaper, skipped the sports section, and had almost reached the end when I heard a chair scrape and saw the "book lady" close her book, stand up, and disappear toward the restrooms.

Just as I took the last sip of my hot drink, she reappeared, grabbed her book, and walked over to my table.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" she asked in a pleasant, confident voice. "I get the feeling you could use a little conversation."

Completely taken by surprise, I looked into her brown eyes, which sparkled with amusement as she waited for my reaction.

"If you want to entertain me, by all means," I replied, taking a closer look at the stranger. My first impression was quite positive; she wore her brunette hair in a low-maintenance pixie cut, and her shirt clung tightly to her breasts, its color complementing her hair beautifully. What I hadn't noticed before now became clear: like me, she was wearing a skirt, though hers was modestly a bit longer. I liked her!

"Thank you--I was hoping you wouldn't say no," the woman replied and sat down in a chair across from me. She placed her book on the table in front of her so I could read the title: *Salt and Its Price* by "Patricia Highsmith." I'd heard of the book; it's about a 19-year-old's love for a woman 12 years her senior. A lesbian love affair that was doomed from the start. If I remember correctly, the original title is "Carol."

"You know the book," she asked suddenly, having probably noticed my gaze on the book.

"A relationship that wasn't entirely without its problems," I replied, answering her question indirectly. "Highsmith didn't come out in support of her work until late in her career," I added, "in the early '50s, it wasn't considered appropriate to write about homosexuality--whether female or male--because there were too many moral concerns. It could have ended her career in an instant."

"Are you familiar with this genre?"

I couldn't help but grin as I answered her question,

"I read a lot," I admitted ambiguously.

"I'm glad to hear that," she replied with a smile, "I'm, let's say, very taken with these kinds of relationships." She looked at me with a knowing glance and smiled at me warmly, almost seductively.

"Oh, how rude of me--I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Alexandra, Alex for short."

"Alex, nice to meet you. I'm Nicole, and I really like those kinds of relationships, too!"

Alex bit her lower lip, as if she were thinking about what to say next.

"I'd hoped so--really hoped so--because I noticed you the moment I walked into the bistro. Something about you caught my attention, and the way you were sitting so invitingly convinced me that you might be the one. That's why I decided to give you a gift."

"A gift," I giggled, "where are you going to get a gift here?" I looked at Alex questioningly.

Alex reached behind her, pulled something out from under her shirt, and held out her clenched fist toward me.

"This is my gift," she whispered, opening her fist with a mischievous smile. What I saw made me let out a soft squeal--in the palm of her hand lay a crumpled thong. A thong in a deep red.

After I'd calmed down, I reached for the tiny piece of fabric and immediately felt that it was damp. I held it under my nose and greedily inhaled the spicy scent. It didn't take long for a reaction to kick in down there.

"You couldn't have given me a better gift! Your scent is enchanting me!"

"I'd love to enchant you even more! Shall we go? I'm literally on fire," Alex giggled, reaching for her bag--which she'd hung over the back of the chair--and stowing her book away.

"I'd love nothing more--maybe I can help you put out that fire," I replied with a suggestive grin, tucking the delicate piece of fabric into my small shoulder bag.

"I certainly hope so! I'll just pay quickly, then we can go. It's on me," Alex said in a voice that brooked no argument. She hurried to the counter, paid with her card, and pulled me out onto the street.

"My car's over there in the Galeria parking garage," Alex explained, linking her arm through mine.

To my surprise, she led me to a jet-black Porsche Cayenne GTS; as if by magic, the doors unlocked with a soft click.

After just under half an hour, she parked the Porsche in front of a modern, all-white house in the Cubist architectural style with a glass facade. The windows looked like the tinted windows of the car.

With a seductive laugh, Alex pulled me into her luxurious realm!

"Come on, be my guest," she said invitingly, "I'm so glad you came along! There's something so alluring about you that I couldn't resist--well, actually, I didn't want to resist."

I followed Alex through a spacious, light-filled entryway into a living room that was at least twice the size of a normal room. The room--or rather, the hall--was dominated by a wide window front that offered an unobstructed view of a park-like garden, which enchanted me with its wonderful flower beds, blooming bushes, and winding paths that disappeared somewhere among the tall trees.

"Fantastic," I exclaimed enthusiastically, "what a garden--a natural paradise! Are you a landscape architect or a sorceress with more than just a green thumb?"

With a hearty laugh, Alex acknowledged my amazement and my sincere enthusiasm.

"Neither one nor the other, but you're pretty close--I'm an architect, I love to shape and design, and I love letting myself be influenced by everything new," she emphasized, winking at me amusedly. "Make yourself comfortable," she demanded rather than invited, "the landscape is yours."

She pointed to a luxurious dark-leather sofa set with a wide corner section, standing on solid wooden legs and looking insanely expensive but also incredibly comfortable. Partly because it was scattered with lots of little pillows that radiated coziness.

I sat down on the deep seat and couldn't get my feet on the floor when I tried to lean back. It was comfortable to sit that way, and whoever was sitting across from me would have a great view of my pussy.

Just as I'd expected, Alex plopped herself right into the armchair across from me. She looked at me with a smile and adjusted her skirt so that it fell just above her knees.

"Would you please pull your skirt up a little higher and spread your legs a bit more? I'd really like to see what I'd been imagining earlier. It would be a shame if you were to hide your pussy from my eyes."

Her gaze rested invitingly on my crotch.

Her directness irritated me slightly--after all, I'm usually the one who sets the tone and the direction. Her voice and her confident smile managed to put me in a state of arousal that I felt both in my chest and between my legs. And I liked it! I looked at Alex with my eyes slightly narrowed and slowly pushed my skirt up, centimeter by centimeter. So high that I felt a faint breeze brush over my wet slit.

I saw a greedy gleam in her eyes as her gaze darted between my thighs and lingered there. Her chest rose and fell; she had to take deep breaths, and... and then a phone rang--no, it didn't ring; it moaned "Je t'aime moi non plus"--it was Jane Birkin!

"Oh, that's my cell phone--I should answer it," Alex explained excitedly, getting to her feet. "I'll be right back--you'd better stay just the way you are!"

Alex went out into the hallway and rummaged noisily through her purse until she finally found it and silenced Jane Birkin.

Her footsteps receded a bit, and I could only make out fragments of what she was saying:

"Hi, sweetie,... at home... yeah... a visitor... very nice and approachable... you'll like him... for sure. Come on over... that would be nice... yeah, exactly... ciao, Chloé."

The phone call ended, and her footsteps drew closer again; I pretended to be looking around the room. I actually did look around and was captivated by a bronze sculpture standing on a low pedestal. The sculpture, about 30 cm tall, depicted a young couple in a very intimate situation. The man stood behind the woman, who was gracefully leaning forward, holding onto a table-like frame and presenting her round butt to him, while he slid his large bronze cock into her open bronze pussy. I had to swallow hard.

"Do you like it?" Alex asked with a grin when she noticed what I was looking at. "Isn't she beautiful--so lifelike! A masterpiece, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, masterfully and impressively rendered," I replied. "I absolutely have to take a closer look at that."

"It's a one-of-a-kind piece by a young artist I met some time ago at a club in Málaga. We got along very well and were able to chat about her work from time to time. Very inspiring, by the way! She then made a few others based on my requests. But those are in a different part of this house."

"You chatted 'in between'--what does that mean exactly?"

"Well, my dear, we were at a club with, let's say, plenty of variety and lots of people. Conversations about art were only possible to a limited extent," Alex chuckled by way of explanation and gave me a conspiratorial look. I had a pretty good idea what kind of club it must have been.

"By the way, that phone call just now was from a young woman in my circle of friends; she really wanted to stop by. I hope that doesn't bother you, does it?"

Circle of friends, I see, I thought to myself--maybe someone from a club, too? We'll see.

"No, of course not--why would I have anything against it? I'm just your guest, after all."

"Please don't say 'just my guest'! I'm so glad you accepted my invitation and that we can get to know each other better in a private setting. I'm sure we'll get along brilliantly, and you'll be more than just a guest."

"It's beautiful here at your place," I admitted, leaning back relaxed, "a place where you can feel at ease and that's sure to hold some surprises. The house alone is impressive--at first glance, it looked like a fortress to me. But now I feel well protected."

"You can be sure of that. Every visitor has felt at home here so far, and I promise you'll feel the same way."

Alex tugged at her skirt and pushed it up a little higher, showing off her slender legs and shapely thighs to great effect. I couldn't help but gaze at her admiringly--perhaps for a moment too long.

"Do you like what you see, Nicole?"

"Oh yes, I think I feel much the same way as you do," I replied softly, tilting my hips provocatively. "Your eyes speak volumes! I bet you just fucked me with your eyes," I giggled, "at least that's how it felt!"

Small laugh lines formed around her eyes as she looked at me amusedly, and the tip of her tongue briefly peeked out from between her full lips,

"I won't argue with you," Alex admitted, casually placing a hand on her breast. "And you know what? It felt that way to me, too! It was so nice that I got wet."

With her direct manner, this woman wasn't just turning me on--she was driving me crazy and making me incredibly horny. We were moving in the same direction, and it led straight to the peak. I could feel the tension building in my chest; my nipples reacted to my arousal and stiffened noticeably. The thin fabric of my blouse couldn't hide it. I didn't want it to, either--I wanted to show Alex what kind of mood I was in.

Without taking her eyes off me--or rather, off my spread legs--she pulled her skirt all the way up and presented her glistening, wet slit to me as proof. What a sight--a smooth-shaven pussy was practically smiling at me, and the swollen labia had opened up just a little, making me want to dive right in.

But our game wasn't over yet.

"That was something to prove," I joked, "and the proof is undeniable! There's hardly anything more beautiful than a pussy--I mean, a pussy--wet with arousal! Sorry!"

"Stop it--you don't have to apologize for something that just slipped out in the heat of the moment. It actually turns me on when such--in quotes--"dirty" words come up! Everything in its own time, and maybe the time is just right."

"Good to know--dirty talk isn't every woman's thing, so I'm careful about what I say. Now that that's clear, I'll admit that your hot pussy is really turning me on right now." Without taking my eyes off Alex, I playfully ran a hand over my blouse, casually unbuttoning the top button and stroking my breasts invitingly. Alex lowered her gaze just a little and nodded toward the next button. Her unspoken wish was, of course, my command; now two buttons were undone, and the tops of my tits were clearly visible.

There it was again--her tongue--peeking out once more from between her half-open lips, a reflection of her fantasies.

"I had a feeling we might have some fun when I gave you my fragrant gift, and as it turns out, I was right!" Alex unbuttoned the side button of her skirt and pulled on the zipper when a melodious gong interrupted her. With a slightly apologetic look, she zipped up her skirt and fastened the button again, then stood up.

"Looks like someone's at the door--I'd better go check," she said in a slightly disappointed voice and left the room. I quickly stood up, smoothed out my skirt, and buttoned the top button of my blouse. You never know! On the outside, I looked fine again, but on the inside, I was still totally worked up and horny. I wondered if anyone could tell and took a deep breath.

I heard the front door close and footsteps and voices approaching the room. I quickly turned toward the window--I didn't want to seem too nosy.

"What a pleasant surprise that you stopped by, and you look so... so athletic," I heard Alex say.

"Yeah, sorry, but as you can see, I'm out on my bike--a short training ride from Eichkamp, along Route 115 to Hüttenweg, and then over here. I haven't even broken a sweat yet," replied a young woman's voice.

"You can hang your helmet over there on the coat rack, and you'd better take off those weird shoes--that's right! Then come with me; I'd like to introduce you to someone."

Alex had just finished speaking when she entered the living area accompanied by a young woman.

In the reflection of the window, I saw a young, slender woman in typical cycling gear--tight pants, a tight shirt--entering the room alongside Alex. I slowly turned around and walked toward the two of them. What a pretty girl, I thought, and gave her a friendly look.

"Nicole, I'd like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine--this is Chloé. We know each other through our circle of friends.   Chloé, Nicole--chance brought us together--a happy coincidence!"

I took a step toward the young woman and held out my hand, which she deliberately ignored, hugging me instead and planting a kiss on my cheek.

"I don't like it so formal," she said, almost apologetically but with a hint of mischief. "Nice to meet you, Nicole! I have to say, Alex has once again proven her excellent taste in women!"

"Should I thank her now, or should Alex do it? I guess it depends on who claims the compliment for themselves," I asked with a grin, turning to Alex. "This is an extremely inspiring surprise."

Alex winked at me and invited us to take a seat. I sat back down where I'd been sitting before--just not quite as openly this time. While Chloé was adjusting one of the armchairs, I took a closer look at her. She was young--very young, maybe around 20--with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that fell well past her shoulders. Her clothes practically clung to her curves, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were shaped by the form-fitting top as if she weren't wearing a shirt at all. I guessed she was a 75B. Her firm butt was divided into two tight cheeks, with what appeared to be a narrow strip of fabric--or perhaps nothing at all--running down the middle. My particular attention, however, was drawn to her crotch, where her pussy was so clearly outlined by the stretchy pants that I felt I could see right inside her.

By the time Chloé had finally taken her seat, I had already undressed her.

Alex walked over to an antique sideboard standing to one side, on whose marble shelf stood a row of bottles, and asked if we'd like a drink.

"Oh yes, I'd love one," Chloé exclaimed. "I'll have a Scotch to break the ice."

"Count me in," I chimed in. "Thank goodness I don't have to drive."

"Okay, three Scotch--coming right up!"

Alex came over with three generously filled crystal glasses, handed them out, and sat back down in her armchair.

"Cheers, my dears, it's great to have you here," Alex toasted us. "Here's to a lovely afternoon," she added suggestively.

After we'd taken a sip and the whiskey ran down my throat, warming me so wonderfully, Alex winked at us again and made an unmistakable gesture with her legs. "Spread your legs," she conveyed without a doubt.

"Okay," I thought, and did what she wanted--after all, it was supposed to be a lovely afternoon. Once I'd gotten into position, I noticed that the seating arrangement was such that Chloé and Alex were sitting almost directly across from me.

My skirt, which had ridden up, was no longer hiding anything; I presented myself to their eyes with a swollen pussy and glistening labia.

Chloé smiled after casting a scrutinizing glance between my legs and then looking into my eyes.

"You're a very attractive woman, Nicole--do you know that? And the fact that you're not wearing panties is your ticket into our circle of friends! Speaking of our circle of friends, where is Max, anyway?"

Startled, I looked at Alex, who shrugged apologetically.

"Oh, right, Max--I think I forgot to mention him. I'm sorry, Nicole. Max is my nephew, and he's staying with me while he's on a gap year. He's a sweet and sensitive boy." She couldn't help but smile.

"He's still at the university and probably won't be back until this evening," she replied to Chloé's question.

"Good," she said contentedly, looking at me with interest through her blue eyes. "Do you mind if I sit with you, Nicole? I'm in the mood for some closeness."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex nod briefly and lean back.

"Sure, I like closeness," I invited Chloé, gently patting the spot next to me.

With a determined smile, Chloé stood up, unzipped her top halfway, and sat down next to me, so that not even a sheet of paper could fit between us.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she placed her hand on my thigh and gently caressed me. I immediately noticed how I reacted to it. I felt the pleasant tugging in my chest, my nipples hardening, and the warmth flowing through my body.

Her hand slowly moved higher; still caressing me, it reached my throbbing center without hesitation. A soft but audible gasp escaped me as her hand settled on my wet, lustful grotto and rubbed me gently.

I glanced over at Alex again; she was watching with great satisfaction, leaning back with relish. Her skirt had already risen high enough to reveal everything, and her thighs were spread so wide that I could see her smooth pussy, save for a narrow strip of hair. She rubbed her clitoris with the tip of her finger, never taking her eyes off us. With her mouth half-open, she breathed in and out with excitement.

Chloé had turned slightly toward me and was looking at me, waiting for a reaction, while she continued to move her fingers over my wetness. A shiver ran through my body as her thumb settled on my blooming bud and tenderly teased it.   With a satisfied sigh, I opened myself up even more, giving Chloé the freedom she needed to make me hungry for more.

With one hand, I stroked her arm and shoulder, then slid beneath her open shirt to her firm breasts. They fit perfectly in my hand--just the size that appealed to me, the size I loved. Her nipples reflected her arousal, standing hard and erect, pressing into my palm. As I gripped them more firmly and massaged her breasts, she panted, and her hot breath brushed across my face. With a quick movement, I thrust my hips forward and offered my slit to Chloé; without hesitation, she slid her middle finger all the way inside me. I rejoiced as I felt it deep inside me, as it moved, as it brushed against my spot.

I closed my eyes and savored the moment. A little squeal of excitement escaped me as Chloé slid a second finger inside me and fucked me, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster. My senses were focused entirely on what was happening to me, so I didn't notice when Alex stood up, let her skirt fall to the floor, and positioned herself behind us. It wasn't until she started unbuttoning my blouse and reaching for my breasts with both hands that I realized Chloé and Alex were now taking care of me.

I hadn't experienced anything like this in a long time--actually, I had to admit, never before. Two fingers fucking me, two hands massaging my breasts, and I myself was cupping my own young tits--what could be better!

I moaned and gasped without holding back; the closer I got to my climax, the louder and more intense my sounds became. For Chloé, that seemed to be incentive enough to finger me faster and harder; she fucked me with an intensity that nearly drove me out of my mind--though, in truth, my mind had long since been lost somewhere between horniness, lust, and surrender.

I felt that special tugging in my chest, the rising wave of release that would race through my body at any moment and hit me deep inside.

When the moment came, I screamed my orgasm out of me--loud and exhausting, intoxicating and fulfilling!

I gushed over Chloé's fingers, squirting my juices onto her hand, feeling a brief twinge of pain in my breasts as Alex squeezed my nipples, making me flinch.

I shot past my peak until my body lost its tension and I let myself sink into the leather cushions. Chloé withdrew from my wet cave, and the next moment I felt her fingers at my mouth. Automatically, I parted my lips, let the wet fingers in, and licked them with relish. My juices tasted delicious and were accompanied by the distinctive scent of my arousal.

I opened my eyes and looked straight into Chloé's mischievously grinning face.

"Leave a little more for me," she said, giggling, "I want to taste you, too!" With those words, she pulled her fingers back and brought them to her mouth. Still looking at me, she licked off what was left of me. "Delicious--I could get used to this," she laughed cheerfully.

"Well then, welcome to the circle of friends," Alex declared authoritatively, leaning over me, and gave me a wet kiss on the mouth. "Of course, only if you want to be part of it! Because no one is forced to join us. But if you want to be part of it, then you have to be willing to be with anyone and everyone. That's the only condition we have."

Alex looked at me questioningly, waiting for an answer. My thoughts were racing through my head, and I saw myself making out with complete strangers--with women and men, alone, in threes, or in a group--and it made me feel all kinds of ways. Just imagining it was already turning me on again. That morning, I'd gone out to make a scene, and by the afternoon, I'd been invited to join a circle of friends focused on physical intimacy. What a day!

"Sure," I replied as if on autopilot, "how many of you are there?"

"Well, around 14--the number varies from time to time," Chloé replied with a giggle. "Not everyone always sticks with it," she laughed at her own double entendre.

I was about to ask something else when we heard the sound of an engine outside the house. Alex raised her hand and disappeared into the next room; seconds later, she reappeared.

"Girls, straighten your clothes, wipe that grin off your faces, and sit down properly in your seats. Max and a boy I don't know just pulled up. I was actually expecting him later. But you can't count on anything anymore."

Zippers up, buttons fastened, and skirts smoothed out, we sat quietly in our seats and started a harmless conversation.

Less than two minutes later, we heard the front door and the murmur of two voices.

"Hi, is anyone home?" The voice sounded cheerful and in a good mood. Alex looked up as the two boys entered the room and stopped, surprised.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you had a visitor! Hi, Chloë, nice to see you!"

That must be Max, I thought to myself, and looked at him with just as much interest as he was looking at me. A handsome guy--his dark hair fell loosely over his shoulder, and his athletic clothes made him an attractive young man.

With a knowing smile, he looked back at Alex and pointed to the boy standing expectantly beside him.

"This is Leon, a classmate and friend! Our study session ended a little earlier than planned, and we thought we'd catch up a bit at my place," he introduced his friend, suppressing a grin as he said the last few words.

As if in unison, we greeted him--both of them--with a friendly "Hello" and curious glances. Well, at least I was quite taken with both of them, and my mind was already wandering. With his striking features and slightly stocky build, Leon looked quite appealing. His reddish-blond hair looked as if it had only recently been cut short. That gave him a daring air.

Alex seemed to have noticed that too; her eyes were practically scanning him, though her main interest was focused on the distinct bulge in his pants. Probably a set of keys, I chuckled to myself.

Max looked at me again as Alex took the opportunity to introduce me in a roundabout way:

"We're raising a toast to our dear friend Nicole, who's joined our circle of friends. We met on a whim."

"Hi, Nicole," Max greeted me, and Leon gave me a friendly nod. "Welcome to our circle of friends. I hope you feel at home among friends."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," I replied politely, amused. "I feel very comfortable and in good hands."

Goodness, wasn't that a bit too ambiguous? I wondered, and immediately dismissed the thought. He knows what this circle of friends is all about anyway.

"We're going to relax and enjoy our drinks for a bit, and then maybe head downstairs to the pool," Alex suggested, "what do you think, girls?"

Chloé looked at me with sparkling eyes and gave me an inviting nod.

"Okay, good idea," I agreed, "no one's waiting for me anyway, so I have plenty of time."

"We'd love to," Chloé confirmed as well.

"What about us?" Max asked. "Can we come along, too?"

"You guys were supposed to be studying, weren't you? Or did I get that wrong?" Alex clarified, raising an eyebrow. "We certainly can't stop you from doing that," she added with a smirk. "But if you really want to, okay--but only if you behave yourselves!"

Chloé could barely hold back her laughter, and I looked over at Leon, who was still standing next to Max and wasn't quite sure what to make of this brief exchange. I assumed Max would fill him in.

"All right, my dears, let's have one more little sip, and then we'll head downstairs. We're far from done, and we shouldn't consider this brief interruption the end of our enjoyable time together!"

Alex chuckled to herself as she fetched the Scotch bottle and poured us just a tiny sip. It was a mild single malt from the Islay region, slightly spicy with a floral-sweet note and a hint of smokiness. I could read "Bowmore 18 Years" on the label. Not bad.

"Here's to what's yet to come!" Chloé proposed, and our glasses clinked softly together.

Alex glanced at my nipples, which were once again--or still--clearly visible. So what, I thought, and just shrugged, which prompted Alex to give me a light slap on the butt; I could have handled more.

"Let's go," she said, and we followed her with great excitement through the hallway to a door, behind which a marble staircase opened up, leading us to the pool area. After just a few steps, the typical smell of chlorine hit us, though it was nowhere near as intense as what you'd find at public swimming pools.

Through a double door made of frosted glass, we entered the spacious--yes, what was I thinking?--spacious pool/spa area. What I saw was truly impressive; naturally, the pool dominated the huge room, which opened out onto the garden. I estimated it to be 10 by 6 meters. It practically begged us to jump right in. On one side were several comfortable loungers with thick cushions, and on the opposite side were the showers and several shelves piled high with fluffy towels, along with various shower gels, body lotions, and different oils. In the corners stood large pots with exotic green plants.

Next to the showers was a wooden door with a square window; behind it, I assumed, was a sauna.

I was thrilled and couldn't wait to jump into the pool.

"All right, girls, since you definitely don't have any bikinis with you, I'm declaring this a nude afternoon. You can put your things on the chairs over there next to the shelf." No sooner said than done--Alex was the first to strip down and hop in the shower. Chloé and I followed suit, taking off the few clothes we were wearing and placing them on a chair.

We stood together under the showers, laughing like little kids. Of course, it was inevitable that we'd touch each other--whether accidentally or, perhaps, more intentionally. The temptation was just too great. Chloé looked at me with a grin, tossed her wet hair over her shoulder, and showed off her cute breasts. With a seductive glance, she held out some shower gel and asked me to help her.

I consider myself a helpful woman who stands by those who need assistance. A glance into Chloé's blue eyes told me she was in great distress and urgently needed my support.

I reached for the shower gel, ignored the triumphant grin on her face, and began lathering her back with devotion. She had such a pretty figure that I found myself admiring her curves more than paying attention to where my hands were gliding. It wasn't until I heard a stifled gasp that I realized where my hands were at that moment.

"Oh yes, it's especially important to always be clean there," Chloé whispered, pushing her butt toward me.

Okay, since I was already there, I might as well linger a bit. With both hands, I glided over her buttocks, massaging more than washing, which she obviously enjoyed. Why else would she have spread her legs wider?

The gel turned every movement into a slippery slide, and more and more often I slid into the deep valley, stroked her wrinkled rosebud, and ended up right in front of her pussy.

"You're doing that so nicely, Nicole," she squealed, "but save some for later!"

The next moment, she turned on the water with a laugh, and the foam washed off our bodies.

Alex was already in the pool, watching us wash up with amusement. A short time later, we were in the heated water too, and Chloé headed toward one of the two massage jets. She stood in front of it, pressed a button, and started cheering,

"It's always such a great feeling when the jet hits you right where it feels best!"

"You should try it sometime," Alex said to me, "it's really something special to get a massage underwater."

"I can definitely imagine that," I replied with a grin, "but I wouldn't say no to a massaging hand either!"

A smile played across her lips as she moved toward me and pressed me against the edge of the pool.

"Like this, maybe?" Alex asked, sliding a hand between my legs and rubbing my lap. Instinctively, I pressed myself against her hand and spread my legs.

"Something like that--exactly. That's much more personal and goes deeper," I replied, panting.

As if to confirm it, I felt a finger slowly push its way inside me.

"Can we join you?" a deep male voice echoed through the pool area--Max and Leon had made their entrance. Wrapped only in their large towels, they stood at the edge of the pool and looked down at us.

"Sure," Alex decided, "but only if you shower first and thoroughly clean everything that needs cleaning."

Leon's face turned red, and he probably would have loved to sink into the ground, but Max laughed out loud,

"Always at your service--you're all welcome to see for yourselves," he boasted confidently, dragging Leon toward the shower.

I watched the two of them as they walked toward the shower and enjoyed the view of their backsides. They'd already taken off their towels on the way there, revealing their naked bodies to us. Both Max and Leon were tall, slim, and pretty well-toned. Neither was a muscle-bound hulk; they were more the wiry, endurance-type guys. I was sure they wanted to prove that, too. My gaze lingered for a while on Max's firm butt, and I wondered how well you could cling to it once his whole body got moving. Even in the water, that thought made me feel warm.

"You seem to be quite taken with what you're seeing! It is a nice sight, after all," Alex said, following my gaze.

"Oh yeah, it sure is," I admitted, "I have to admit that it's been a while since I've had the chance to be 'blessed' by such specimens of their kind"--I had to chuckle at the term.

"Well, who knows, maybe that'll change today," Alex snorted, gesturing with his eyes toward the shower, where the two guys had just turned around while washing and were showing off their fronts.

My heart nearly skipped a beat when I realized what the two of them were carrying between their legs with such obvious pride. Their cocks were a size that was already impressive even when flaccid. I narrowed my eyes, listened to my rising pulse, and pictured in my mind how those two magnificent cocks would rise and point in our direction. Oh, God, yes, I wanted at least one more before the day was over.

I blinked the image away and was just about to push off from the edge of the pool when Chloé appeared beside me and placed her hand on my butt.

"So, are you okay? You looked a little distracted just now," she asked, barely able to suppress her grin.

"I'm fine," I replied in a hoarse voice, "I just felt a little dizzy for a second. It'll pass in a minute."

"I hope not," Chloé giggled, and her hand slid between my legs. "You've probably already been thinking about how this might go from here, haven't you?" To emphasize her question a bit more, she slid a finger through my slit, which was wet from more than just the water.

Panting, I looked at her, and my pussy was hoping for a little more attention.

"Come on, let's get comfortable on a lounge chair and see what happens." She took my hand and gently pulled me toward a set of steps leading out of the pool. We had just stepped outside when loud laughter rang out behind us, followed by two splashes as Max and Leon dove into the water with a massive cannonball and swam over to Alex. I hope nothing got damaged, I thought.

Chloé grabbed two large towels from the rack, along with a small bottle of body oil. She held out one of the wonderfully soft towels to me and was already on her way to one of the lounge chairs that stood a little off to the side.

She spread out her towel and lay down on her stomach. She turned her head to the side and looked at me with a longing gaze,

"Nicole, I can still feel the wonderful sensation of your hands on my butt--wouldn't you like to continue with the oil where we left off earlier? I really love being massaged with oil!"

Who could resist that? Not me, certainly not when I'm asked with such a seductive look.

"If that's what you'd like, and you ask me so sweetly, I'll make an exception and grant your wish!"

Smiling, I dried myself off lightly and sat down next to Chloé on the edge of the lounge chair. I'd let my towel slip to the floor--it would have just gotten in the way anyway.

Chloé slid the oil bottle toward me and closed her eyes, full of anticipation. She stretched out a few more times and then found a comfortable position. As I dripped some oil into my open hand, my gaze swept over her young, tanned body. In anticipation of a tender massage, she'd gotten a slight case of goosebumps, which made her even more sensual in my eyes. Chloé had swept her blonde hair to the side, so it no longer covered her slender shoulders. Her arms lay crossed in front of her head, and I could make out the curves of her breasts from the side. Her waist was so narrow that a strong man could probably have encircled it with both hands. Following the curve of her spine, my gaze finally settled on her sweet, small, and round butt. With excited anticipation, my eyes followed the valley between her gorgeous buttocks and landed on the glistening cleft revealed by her slightly parted legs.

With my heart pounding, my chest tightening, and my pussy throbbing, I began to spread the oil over Chloé's back. Without applying much pressure, my hands glided over her warm skin--after all, she just wanted to be oiled, not massaged. I didn't miss a single centimeter of skin until my hands finally landed on her butt, where I gripped her a bit more firmly. Chloé acknowledged it with a soft sigh.

With my oily hands, I spread the rest over her buttocks, pulled them apart, pressed them back together, and ran my finger through the tight crevice. With my fingertips, I gently touched her anus but didn't linger there. Back and forth several times, from her lower back, through her butt crack, all the way to her perineum. Her sigh had turned into heavy breathing, almost a moan. When my fingertip lingered over her anus, Chloé pushed her butt up slightly, as if she wanted to catch the finger; she almost succeeded--the tip had already disappeared a bit inside her.

I watched my hands dreamily as they glided over Chloé's young body, spreading the oil everywhere, while Chloé writhed beneath them. My gaze fell on her buttocks, on the beautiful sight between her thighs; her slit had opened slightly, as if she wanted to tempt me to come closer to her. And I love letting myself be tempted! But I didn't want to go about it too clumsily, so I took a detour via her legs, which clearly showed they had to pedal a lot. They were slender, and the muscles were well-defined.

For each of those beautiful legs, I took a generous amount of oil and spread it from her feet up to her thighs, stopping just short of my actual goal, which I never lost sight of. The longer I looked, the more intensely my center responded; I was wet, even though I'd dried myself off.

A satisfied smile flitted across my face when I noticed Chloé shifting her position and spreading her legs almost imperceptibly. Just a little, but clearly enough--another invitation? I was happy to comply with invitations like that.

I placed my hand on her glistening slit and began to rub it, still somewhat tentatively. Chloé's moans told me that she hadn't wanted anything else. With my other hand on her butt, I ran my middle finger through her center, parting her lips and feeling her moist warmth envelop my finger. To meet me halfway, Chloé lifted her pelvis slightly, coaxing my finger to penetrate deeper into her. I fulfilled her unspoken desire and was rewarded with a grateful sigh.

She was so wet that my finger moved through her pleasure cave with squelching sounds. I had no trouble adding my index finger to fill her even better. I could feel Chloé tensing her muscles, taking possession of my fingers as if she never wanted to let them go. I had to control my own arousal, put my desire for satisfaction on hold, so as not to end this game with Chloé too soon.

My movements inside her grew gentler; I left my fingers deep inside her for a moment before slowly freeing them from her embrace. A soft grunt told me that Chloé wasn't happy about it.

"Turn around, Chloé," I urged her softly, "we're far from done."

"That would be such a shame," she giggled, "I've only just begun to enjoy your touch. I like the way you touch me; I like the way you do it."

"You have no idea how much I love giving your body my full attention! To me, you're pure temptation!"

Chloé beamed at me, took my hand, and placed it on her breasts.

"You don't have to resist the temptation," she whispered, biting her lower lip and signaling to me that she was ready for the next step.

"I can't anyway--I threw my restraint overboard a long time ago!"

"Very good," Chloé moaned as I pinched her left nipple between my thumb and index finger and covered her right one with my mouth. My tongue caressed the tip, teasing it until it stiffened and I could suck on her nipple with relish. Carefully, I took the nipple between my teeth and pulled her breast slightly taut before pulling away from her.

I had to lean forward slightly to reach the little bottle of oil I'd set down next to her left side. The moment I went to pick it up, Chloé wrapped her arms around me, pulled me down toward her, and our lips met in a long, intense kiss. Our tongues danced passionately, making my heart skip a beat, and my arousal had reached a point where I would do anything I--anything we--wanted.

The oil left a shimmering sheen on her breasts, her stomach, and her long legs. I just couldn't stop letting my hands roam over that body. With both hands, I cupped her breasts, massaged them, kneaded them, and stroked the valley between them. Under my palms, I could feel her nipples so hard it was as if they were trying to pierce my hands. Go ahead--I could handle it.

Chloé had her eyes closed, and a contented smile played on her face. She slid up a little on the lounger, took one of my hands, and gently guided it down her stomach until it rested on her bare, slightly raised mons pubis. I felt her pulsing arousal; my heartbeat matched her rhythm.

Behind us, I heard splashing and giggling, and I was sure that Alex, Max, and Leon were having fun too. I couldn't see who was with whom or if all three were together--I could only hear and guess. It was an added stimulation for my aroused senses.

Then I heard footsteps approaching a lounger a little further away from us. It was being moved back and forth until it was obviously in the right position. Out of the corner of my eye, I recognized Alex, who was leaning over Leon as he lay there, working his stiff cock with both hands. I ended up watching the two of them a little longer and saw how Alex moved closer and closer to his hard, erect cock until she finally wrapped her mouth around it. Leon arched his back briefly, then leaned back with a moan as he received a hot blowjob.

On the other side, next to us, a lounge chair was being dragged across the tiles with a scraping sound until it was right next to us.

When I looked up, I saw Max sitting on the edge of the lounge chair, watching us make love. His right hand was resting in his lap, playing with his cock, which quickly swelled to an impressive size. I had to swallow hard when I saw it in all its glory and wondered if this thing would even fit inside a pussy--inside my pussy. I could hardly imagine it--or maybe I could?

Chloé had opened her eyes, too; she looked at me and then, grinning, followed my gaze.

"What a beauty," she whispered, "it's brutal when he penetrates you. But once he's inside you and moving, you won't want to let him go."

I leaned over her, gave her a soft kiss,

"Looks like someone's already had a chance to experience that," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh yes, and it was overwhelming," she replied softly, arching her back. "Keep going, you started off so well," Chloé pleaded, closing her eyes again.

"I'd love nothing more," I giggled, nibbling on her earlobe, licking the crook of her neck, down her shoulder, and covering her breasts with countless kisses. My tongue flicked against her nipples, playing an arousing game with them.

"Deeper," I heard Chloé moan, and I followed her request with my tongue. I left a wet trail down her stomach, over her mound, until I finally reached my destination and the place she desired.

Her entrance had opened wider and welcomed me, wet and glistening. What a warm invitation, I thought, and I gladly accepted it. I entered her wetness and began to explore it with my tongue, running it sensually from bottom to top through her slit. It was wonderful to taste her sweetness on my tongue, and, having acquired a taste for it, I repeated the motion several times. When the tip of my tongue touched her clit and tenderly teased it, Chloé moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against my mouth. It almost took my breath away.

I took her stiff clit between my lips, sucked on it, and pressed gently--not too hard, just a little--because I wanted to give her pleasure, not hurt her.

When I ran my tongue through her slit again, she met me once more, and I plunged into her as far as I could. I was rewarded with her juices, which coated my tongue and made me pant with delight. I love that spicy taste of female arousal--it makes me forget everything else around me.

So I didn't even notice when Max stood up, started jerking off his stiff, veiny cock, and quietly moved behind me. By then, I was kneeling between Chloe's spread legs, my butt sticking up in the air. Seeing me in that position must have been a challenge for Max, and he took advantage of the opportunity I'd unintentionally offered him.

But I didn't realize it until a few drops of oil landed on my butt and were spread by a hard cock. His warm glans spread the oil over my buttocks, slid through my butt crack over my back entrance, and tapped against my swollen labia. Max must have had an excellent view of my most private area.

While I continued to pleasure Chloé with my tongue, I felt Max position himself and slowly slide his shaft into me. I felt like I was being torn apart and gasped into Chloé's pussy.

Thank God he didn't tear me apart! But he fucked me like I hadn't been fucked in a long time. Without mercy, he thrust his mighty tool into me again and again, pounding deep inside my pussy. I was glad Max had lubricated his weapon beforehand!

Every thrust I received, I automatically passed on to Chloé; we moved rhythmically toward a storm surge. I felt the tugging in my chest, the beginning of a tremor, and I heard the squealing moans of Chloé as she pressed herself against me, against my mouth. Then Max was ready too; a growling, deep groan escaped his throat as his cock began to twitch and he dug his fingers into my butt.

With quick thrusts, Max pumped everything he had into me, while I surrendered to the force of my tsunami and reached the peak, screaming loudly. I clung to Max as tightly as I could, not letting him slip out just like that.

Chloé, too, had reached her climax, panting and moaning; her hands were on my head, pressing me against her overflowing pussy and flooding my mouth. Delicious!

Judging by the sounds, Alex and Leon next to us were also taking off and shooting into an orgasmic universe.

After a long shower, the guys disappeared into Max's room with grins on their faces, and we women had a farewell drink in the living room and said goodbye to each other with the promise to see each other again someday.

As I strolled to the nearest taxi stand, a satisfied smile played on my face, because really, all I'd wanted to do that morning was have a caffè latte! Well, the latte part certainly worked out perfectly!