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I was really looking forward to spending some time over the spring bank holiday weekend with my old school friend, Tricia and her lovely partner, Ellen. I hadn’t seen either of them for over a year since the celebration of their civil ceremony in Canterbury and although I had to work right through until five on the Saturday, the three-hour drive down the M40 and M25 was a breeze. There was some minor congestion en route but at eight-fifteen I pulled into the delightful private grounds of Old Vicarage Court. Tricia and Ellen’s elegant home was in a converted eighteenth century vicarage and the extensive walled grounds had been tastefully developed with natural stone properties perfectly matching the architecture of the original building. At this time of the year, the mature trees and shrubs in full bloom presented a vista of scenic beauty and as I walked down the gravel path towards their front door, it slowly opened and Tricia was there to welcome me with a hug and a kiss. “I saw you walking down the path,” She said, “Come in and make yourself comfortable.” She ushered me into the lounge and took my overnight bag. Although she was a couple of years younger than me, we’d been close friends since our school days, so conversation was easy and as we sipped the glasses of wine that she’d poured, we reminisced over old times. “Ellen?” I enquired. Tricia replied, “She’s at her mother’s at the moment because the poor thing had a fall and has just come out of hospital but I’m expecting her home sometime tomorrow.” Tricia had prepared a lovely supper of salmon fillets, salad, asparagus and new potatoes, which was just right. Perhaps I should have resisted a second helping bahis siteleri of tiramisu but as my mum always used to say, “A little bit of what you fancy does you no harm.” I told her about how my laptop had been stolen and more or less everything was lost apart from my music tracks that were backed up on my MP3 players. I showed her my camera and asked if she would be willing to take some pictures of me so that I could start to re-build my albums. She happily agreed and as the evening went on we reached the stage where we were both ready for bed. Tricia led me upstairs to the guest bedroom, which was tastefully furnished and decorated in shades of pink and peach with a full depth window that overlooked their private garden. We kissed on the cheek and she bid me goodnight. I took off my clothes and slipped naked under the duvet. It was a clear night with an almost full moon that sent its beams streaming through the window, softly illuminating the room with a pale silvery light. I looked at my bedside clock and saw that it was almost midnight, which meant that I’d been in bed for nearly half an hour and hadn’t yet drifted off to sleep, so I slid my hand down my tummy and began to stroke the soft folds of my labia. I caressed my clit tenderly and as I became more and more moist, I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into my vagina and started to gently pleasure myself with it. Just then I sensed the bedroom door opening and closing. Tricia slipped into bed next to me and said softly, “I couldn’t sleep.” I replied, “Me neither.” “I was just lying there masturbating,” She said. “Me too,” I replied. Without another word she pressed her warm naked body canlı bahis siteleri against mine and as she gently fondled my breast, our lips met and we kissed lovingly. “What about Ellen?” I asked. She replied, “If she were here, Candy, she’d be in this bed with us.” Nothing more was said and we just started to make love to each other. Tricia was slender and had smaller breasts than me but she had blonde hair like mine and as I ran my hand down her tummy and towards her pussy, I felt a tiny patch of hair just above her slit. Her hand was already caressing the soft flesh between my legs, massaging my labia and probing the warm wet tunnel of my vagina. I was doing the same to her and as our passion became more energetic, we threw off the duvet and just revelled in our pleasure. Our writhing naked bodies were bathed in moonlight and we had no need to turn on any other lights in order to see each other. Tricia then got on top of me so that she could lick my pussy and I could lick hers. I could feel her sucking my soft fleshy lips and the sensation of her tongue flicking the hard button of my clit. As I licked her in the same way, I could taste the delicate flavour of her juices as they oozed out of her vagina and into my mouth. A woman’s loving touch is something unique in sexual pleasure and we were both giving and receiving the same wonderful sensations but, as though it had been rehearsed, we suddenly disconnected and Tricia opened her slender legs so that I could get between them. We gently moved so that our pussies kissed and we started grinding them together rhythmically. “I’ve got a vibrator in my bag,” I whispered. “We don’t need penetration canlı bahis Candy, we’ve got everything that nature has given us to enjoy our sex,” she softly replied. That just made me melt and as we pressed our wet pussies together, harder and faster, I knew that it was only a matter of time before we would reach orgasm. Within a few minutes we were both panting and moaning softly as we both felt we were getting close and then, without warning, Tricia’s body began to twitch violently as the feelings inside her reached a crescendo of pleasure. Almost simultaneously my orgasm hit me like ten thousand volts coursing through my body from head to toe. We carried on thrusting our clits together in the hope of more orgasmic pleasure but it wasn’t to be and gradually we eased down, coming slowly to a natural stop. We were still connected and breathing heavily for several minutes before we reluctantly parted. Tricia recovered the duvet and we snuggled up to each other. We didn’t say anything, we just kissed tenderly and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. When I awoke the next morning, Tricia wasn’t there but I heard noises from the kitchen so I ambled down the stairs. We greeted each other and kissed. Neither of us had bothered to dress and when Tricia offered me some breakfast, I just sat at the breakfast bar waiting for her to put some toast and coffee in front of me. “I’ve had a call from Ellen,” Tricia said, “She’s hoping to be home around lunchtime and has asked if you can hang on so that she can meet up with you again.” “Sure,” I replied, “I’m looking forward to seeing her too.” After breakfast we both showered and although she’d dressed in a pair of denim micro shorts and a pale orange top, I stayed in my towelling robe whilst we discussed the photographs. Tricia is not a professional photographer and I’ve never really done any modelling so this was new territory for both of us.
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