Tanning with my friend - Part 1 (Patreon)

We've done it many times.

The husbands took care of the kids while we enjoy a relaxing afternoon at the pool.

I live in a large community, with some shared pools, and since I don't enjoy the strangers' company while I swim or sunbathe, we usually do it on weekdays.

This time it was a Wednesday, like any other. Sam and I decided we needed to relax urgently. We usually plan ahead and fix ourselves some nice charcuterie boards and wine; this time we settled for beers and chips.

We hit the pool at 2 PM, and as usual for a weekday, it was deserted. The pool we usually chose is a secluded one. There is no way of peeking into the pool area unless you have climbing gear to get past the cliff that is beyond the outer wall. So only one way in through the gate, and even then, the creaking noise would alert us before anyone could actually see us.

The beers were hitting hard, and the sun was relentless. After a few bottles and some light swimming, we decided to sunbathe for a bit while we gossiped about other women; it's just what we do best.

"Have you noticed how Miriam is always perfectly tanned?" Sam asked me, while she admired her own tits.

"Yeah, I bet she sunbathes all week long," I replied.

"I wonder if she also has tan lines?" She asked pulling the strings from her top, revealing a clearer strip of skin under it.

"At least on her tits I don't think she does; last time I saw her in a strapless dress, she looked quite even," I replied as I took a sip of my beer.

"Do you ever sunbathe nude? Or topless at least?" Sam asked, pulling her straps even further, now showing the untanned parts of her breasts.

"I only ever come here with you or the kids, so, no…" I replied, mimicking her movements. My breasts showed the same uneven tanning as hers. My drunken hand pulled further than I intended, exposing a bit of one nipple. Sam has seen me naked many times before, so I didn't feign any modesty.

"Do you think we could? We've never had company before," she replied, pulling her top open even further, showing both her nipples on the way.

"I don't think we should. We could get caught by the guards," I replied. Only instead of covering myself, I pulled my top wide open, completely revealing my tits.

"Yes, sure, it's not like we could see someone coming in with enough time to cover ourselves up," she replied, doing the same motion as me, leaving her tits out.

We both laughed hysterically at the notion, but neither backed down. Now I have to say, for a couple of moms in our forties, we look quite stunning. We both hit the gym regularly and eat sort of healthy. Sam had a boob job not long ago, so her firm perky tits are something to gawk at.

My own breasts were nothing to be ashamed of; even after breastfeeding two babies, they stood quite firm. Obviously, with me lying on my back and without support from my top, they fell a bit to the sides, but as I said, Sam has seen me naked many times, so no false modesty was needed.

"You know, if we don't do it right, we could still get some lines from the straps," I said, brazenly.

"I'll do it if you do it," She replied, as she held the loose end on the bow from her strap.

I looked at her dead in the eye as I unfastened my top. She did the same, and we both pulled on our loose bras, leaving us completely topless.

Again we burst out laughing. I opened another two beers for us as Sam smeared her tits with sun lotion. I was mesmerized looking at her fondling her breasts; I could even see her paying a little too much attention to her hard nipples, but I figured it was just my hazy mind playing tricks on me.

"Do you want me to do you?" She asked suddenly. It made me break out of my trance, I couldn't believe she was actually offering that. I could only open my mouth, unable to articulate an answer.

"Hahahahaha! Here, put some on before you get all sunburnt," she said, extending the lotion towards me.

I gave her her beer, and I started applying sunscreen to my boobs. I had doubts about her lingering a little too long on hers, but I was sure as hell taking my time massaging mine.

After a good breast massage that Sam decided to ignore, I lay back, taking in the sun on my bare chest. I was jumpy as hell; trying to relax while illegally exposing myself was not an easy task. I jumped a couple of times with noises coming near the entrance, but at some point I managed to loosen up and even fell asleep for a couple of minutes.

"Time to turn around," Sam's voice brought me back from slumber.

"Right, thanks," I said and turned around, lying flat on my stomach.

I turned to see her, and she was undoing the knots on her bottoms.

"Might as well go for the full tan," She said nonchalantly.

I started undoing my bottoms too when I heard the distinctive noise of a car approaching.

"Quick.." I said, but she was already ahead of me, picking up her bathing suit and putting it on. I barely had time to put my top half decently on before I saw a security guard walk near us. It was the first time we had a visit from them in over a year of going to that pool.

"Good evening, ladies," another guard said, standing behind the one we saw.

"Good evening," we both replied nervously in unison.

"Are we doing alright today? Enjoying some sun?" He asked politely.

"Yeah, we were, is there an issue?" I asked, not wanting to beat around the bush.

"Oh, nothing at all, we just came here to remind you that the pool area has CCTV cameras, just so you know that you're completely safe out here," the other guard said. He had a soft voice; he was young, seeming to be in his early 20s.

I turned to see Sam, and he had the same blank expression and white face I figured I portrayed.

"Unfortunately for the last half hour the cameras had a glitch, none of them worked at all, that's why we came in person to see if everything was alright," The first guy said. He was a bit older, probably starting his thirties, he looked fit under his uniform.

Samantha and I breathed in relief, knowing our shenanigans had been kept in secret thanks to a completely serendipitous bug with the cameras.

"The cameras will start working any minute now, just so you know," the young guard said.

At that moment I realized they were standing in a specific spot; they didn't try getting closer to us, so the conversation happened half in shouts.

"Also, you should try to avoid staying right here," The older guy said, pointing at the floor at his feet. "This is a blind spot for the cameras, nothing that happens here gets recorded. If you were to move your sun lounges here, we wouldn't be able to see you at the command center."

"Yeah, it would prevent the cameras from recording your activities," Mr. Young Guard added. "The blind spot starts here," he continued, marking a spot on the grass, "all the way to here," he said, walking past his colleague and pointing to another spot.

"Alright ladies, be safe. Oh, and also, we have no other reservations for this pool for today, so enjoy your privacy," Mr. Fit Guard said.

We couldn't really say anything before they left. As we heard his car drive away we burst out laughing.

"So, did I get it right or…?" Sam asked with a coy smile.

"Yeah, they definitely saw us sunbathing topless and came to warn us," I replied.

"Do you think that's really a blind spot or just a place where they'll get a better look?" she asked.

I looked around for the cameras. I only found two, elevated on high poles. I walked over to the promised blind spot, and sure enough, I had no straight line of sight to the cameras. There was still a possibility there could be more cameras I couldn't see, so I told Sam, "It seems to be a blind spot, but I can't tell for sure. Are you willing to risk it?"

When I was done talking, Sam started dragging her sun lounge towards the blind spot. I gave her a puzzled look, and she shot me a funny "What?" That made me chuckle. When she was done moving her recliner, she also looked around, trying to see any cameras.

"Alright, time to do my back," She said, laying on her belly. She moved her right hand behind her back and undid her top, letting the straps fall to her sides. After that she undid the knots to the sides of her bottoms and tried turning it into a thong, but the fabric crumpled and moved. She let out a loud sigh and lifted her hips and pulled the piece of clothing off her body.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if they come back?" I asked nervously.

"I can always jump into the pool while they're here," She replied. "Now do me a favor and put some oil on my back, I want JLO, not strawberry jello for my back."

I chuckled at her comment and grabbed the sun lotion. As I applied lotion to her back I said, "They were kind of hot, weren't they?"

"Oh, yeah, the oldest one was smoking, and he had a semi for sure," she said as I lightly massaged her back with sunscreen.

"You always think guys have boners for you," I replied. Just then I noticed her bare ass and thought about how my husband would love to be where I was. We have always discussed how Sam has a great natural ass that only has gotten better with age.

"Most of them do," she replied.

I kept rubbing lotion, and when I reached the small of her back, I stopped to admire her ass once more. "It seems like the squats are working," I said.

She raised her head from the lounge and gave her own ass a hard smack, which made me jump and gasp. "Yes, they have," she said, wiggling her butt, which was now sporting a red hand on her right cheek. "Go on, try it," she said.

Without thinking about it, I gave her left cheek a hard smack, similar to the one she had just given herself. "Ow! Bitch! I meant touch it, not sodomize it!"

"Sorry!" I said, but I wasn't really sorry. "I just wanted to make them even," I said, and she laughed.

"At least rub some sunscreen on while you're there," she said and put her head back down.

I did as she requested and took my time applying lotion to her butt. I squeezed and opened her cheeks; she didn't seem to mind. She only made pleasurable sounds while I gave her butt a small massage.

This was new for us; we had applied lotion to each other's backs before, but we had never gone this far.

"Philosophical question: When does the lotion applying end and the groping begin?" She asked in a snarky tone.

"In 5 to 10 minutes, I'll let you know," I replied, matching her tone.

I still moved to her legs, applying lotion there as well; she moaned in pleasure whenever I applied strong pressure there. I had always wanted to become a masseuse, so this was as close as I would ever get to that.

She opened her legs lightly, only enough for me to reach the inside of her thighs but nothing more.

After I was done with her, I moved my own stretcher to the blind spot, where I quickly undressed as I opened a new beer for me. "Would it be weird if they catch us and we both run to the pool with our clothes all scattered here?" I asked her.

She raised her head once more and saw me standing in front of her completely naked. "What's weird is that bush you're wearing; it's too 80's," she said. "Also, I want another beer."

I gave her the beer I had just opened, and, without thinking it through, I walked back to where we were originally to retrieve the cooler. As I bent down to reach the cooler on the floor, I saw my tits hanging, and it hit me; I was naked in front of the cameras. Without anything I could do, I picked up the cooler, waved at the camera, and hurried back to my sunlounge.

I was breathing hard; I don't know if it was out of fear or excitement. I had fully exposed myself to the camera, where two handsome guys surely saw me.

"You alright? You sound as If you had just fucked someone," Sam said.

"I think I fucked up, I went to get the cooler like this, LIKE THIS!" I said pointing at my naked body.

"Yeah, I get you; it's awful to get caught with that full bush. I'm sure the pube police will come for you soon," she said, holding in a laugh. "Anyway, I would think the guys enjoyed the show if they saw it at all; after all, they had already seen us, and instead of admonishing us, they basically gave us permission to do our thing.

"My husband loves my bush, thank you very much; he can't stop eating it," I said, and, without thinking about it, ran a hand through my pubes, grazing my clit in the process. A jolt of electricity invaded me, with my nipples standing erect immediately, and Sam noticed as her eyes grew wide while looking at my breasts.

"Lucky you, my husband hasn't eaten me in forever; I miss a good tongue down there," she replied.

"Do you want my help?" I asked.

"Ewww! No! Are you suddenly lesbian?" she replied, half joking.

"No dumbass, I mean talking to your husband," I replied.

"Lol, that would be an interesting talk, something like, 'Excuse me, John, would you mind savoring my friend's intimate juices with more frequency? Her loins demand it with urgency.' "

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ok, not that. I could borrow my husband, but you would need to grow a bush for that to work," I said, in what I thought was an obvious joke, but she fell silent, as if she were thinking about my proposal. "I'm just joking, you dumbass," I said, and we both laughed.

"Ok, your turn," she said, grabbing the sunscreen.

I lay on my front, and she went all out, squirting lotion through my entire body. I jolted at the feeling of the cream hitting my skin.

She started rubbing the lotion on my back in a mechanical way, as we had done thousands of times before. When it was time to do my butt, she stopped and removed her hands from my body.

"Are you thinking if you should get revenge or not?" I asked, "Feel free to do it, but just know that I might enjoy it."

Suddenly I felt a hard slap against my right cheek; I let out a hard groan as a result.

"Ugh, yes, more please," I said jokingly, but wishing she would do it again.

Then the burning sensation of another slap across my left cheek clouded me as the smacking sound filled the air.

"Oh, fuck!!" I said, gasping in excitement.

After that she applied the lotion on my butt the same way she had done my back, long strokes, perfunctorily. When she moved on to my legs, she pulled them apart, making me open for her. I gave her more than ample room to move through my thick thighs.

"Have you ever touched another girl's pussy?" She suddenly asked, while rubbing right under my butt.

"A few, long ago, before I got married," I replied.

"And how does it feel?" She asked, I turned to see her and her eyes were fixed in my inner thighs. I couldn't tell if she was able to see my pussy, but her gaze was bolted there.

My legs opened further on their own, way more than what a decent lotion-applying session called for. I was sure she now had a clear view of my private area. More than she's ever had.

"Sort of like touching your own, I guess. Only you're giving the pleasure to someone else, and that makes it super hot," I replied. "Want to try it?" I said and lifted my butt slightly; I felt her hands grabbing tightly onto my thighs.

"NO!" She shouted, then she composed herself. "No, I was just curious; I'm not turning lesbian all of a sudden."

"You're only a lesbian if you only like pussy; if you like cock as well, then you're merely curious," I said. "And what would be so terrible about being lesbian?" 

"No, no, nothing's wrong, it's just that I'm not one, you know," she replied, blushing.

"I know you're not one, but you're curious and I don't see a problem with some discovery between friends," I said. As we talked my hand slid down my body, finding its way to my pussy. I split my lips and I could feel the wetness in me. Sam's gaze was glued to my actions and her mouth was wide open. "Do you want to put one finger in?"

Her hands were still on my thighs and I had propped myself up, I was now kneeling face down for her, and her hands started giving my thighs and lower bum little squeezes.

"I… I don't think I can," she replied.

"OK, how about just feeling my pubes? It's just a bunch of hair, right?" I said, letting go of my pussy.

"I guess," she said.

I wiggled my butt a bit for her, and she let go of my legs.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

I only mumbled an affirmative response. I was already biting on my towel, horny with the expectation of my friend touching my pussy. I felt her hand slowly graze my pubic hair, barely touching it. I stopped moving, waiting for her next movement.

"They're soft, uhm, I mean, softer than they look," she said, and I felt her hand go a bit deeper into them. The heat from her hand reached my vagina. I wanted her to touch me so bad.

Once again I gave her an "uh-huh" as I bit harder on the towel.

"Can I? I mean, I know what you've said, are you…?" she asked while fondling my pubes. Instead of replying I pushed my hips back, making her fingers graze my pussy.

"Mmmm!" I moaned into the towel as I felt her fingers sliding through my slit.

"Oh, god, you're soaking," She said as one finger broke through my lips and she felt my wetness.

Her finger was sliding from my clit to my vagina, teasing my entrance on each pass.

"You're very soft and slick. Are you enjoying it? Can I put my finger in?" She asked.

"I love it," I said between gasps, spitting the soaking towel from my mouth. "Yes, please put a finger in my vagina."

I felt her finger slide to my canal and then she inserted a bit, just the very tip of her finger, I moaned with my mouth open for the first time and she pulled back.

"No, I'm sorry, this is wrong; we're both married and not lesbians. We shouldn't be doing this," she said in a panicked tone and moved back to her own recliner and sat down.

I walked over and sat next to her. "Ok, calm down; we were just having some fun and exploring. It's not like we were running off into the sunset together. And besides, you have cheated on Marco before, so what's the difference?" I said as I moved her hair away from her face.

"I know I'm no saint, but this feels different; we're both women. I… I don't know," she said, with her face down, looking at the ants on the floor as if they had an answer.

"Look," I said, grabbing her face and pulling her to face me, "we're two adults fooling around; there's nothing wrong with that. Now, if you want to go back to what we were doing right before it all started, we can; let's go back to having beers and tanning. I don't mind. I want you to be comfortable." I said, while still holding her face.

A silence filled the air; I was waiting for an answer, but instead she leaned over to me, and my body reflected the movement. Suddenly we were kissing passionately; her soft lips mismatched her alcoholic breath, but I still gave myself fully to the kiss.

Her hands traveled down my back to the top of my butt as her tongue explored the inside of my mouth. I felt in heaven kissing this gorgeous woman, never in a million years could I have expected what happened next.