An Afternoon In The Sun

Friday June 4th 2004 – 2:00pm – Donna’s house

It was Donna’s turn to play hostess. Ali and Erica had collected the kids, to take them down to the park. Now she was making drinks for the others.

Suddenly, she felt two familiar arms encircle her waist and soft lips at her neck.

“Hmmm, that’s nice,” the redhead murmured, leaning back into Helen’s embrace. “But I think you’ll make the others jealous.”

Helen didn’t answer straight away, but continued to kiss her friend’s sensitive flesh. Ever since that first kiss three weeks ago, the honey blonde and the redhead had been unable to keep their hands off each other. Not that their husbands were complaining, they were enjoying more sex than they had ever dreamed of.

“I don’t think they’ll worry too much,” replied Helen at length, “they kind of had their hands full when I left them.” For emphasis, she cupped Donna’s ample breasts.

“Oh, I see,” said Donna. She and Helen had been so caught up in each other just recently, that she had wondered if the others had carried on seeing each other in that way.

“Do you want a hand with those?” asked Helen and Donna surmised that she was now talking about the drinks.

“Yes please, just take our drinks up to the attic room. I’ll take Tracey and Kelly’s.”

Donna followed her friend out of the kitchen, called the other two from the living room and followed her friend up the stairs. As they neared the top, she became aware of the pony-tailed blonde and the teenager hurrying breathlessly after them.

In the bright and airy converted attic room were four sun-loungers. Two belonged to Donna and Richard. The others she had borrowed for the occasion from Erica. Covering most of the upper part of the south-facing roof was a large window, which slid easily open. The attic room could not be overlooked by any neighbours, unless they had an aeroplane. Perfect for nude sunbathing.

“Wow, this is incredible,” gasped Tracey.

“I’ve never really used it, to be honest,” confessed Donna sheepishly. “I burn terribly.”

“Then we shall have to rub lots of lotion into you,” smiled Tracey, suggestively. “Come on Helen, help her off with her clothes.”

Donna felt Helen’s experienced hands lift the slightly frumpy t-shirt that she had been wearing that day and unbutton her trousers. The redhead felt powerless as her friend was recruited to expose her.

“Now, just lie back,” instructed Tracey. Donna, naked now, noted that the blonde had also peeled off her own clothes, though a certain sense of decorum had made her stop at her panties and bra for now. Donna lay back on one of the sun-loungers and felt Tracey begin to dribble sun-cream onto her pale naked flesh. Donna felt eliciously naughty as unfamiliar hands began sliding all over her sensitive flesh. The blonde’s hands tickled her belly, stimulated her thighs, and massaged her calves and feet. The redhead felt her sensitive nipples begin to harden even before the other woman began to so expertly massage her large breasts.

Donna let out a gasp of pleasure. Then, with a guilty start, she remembered Helen and Kelly. Glancing across the room, Donna realised she need not have worried. Helen and the teenage mum were standing on the other side of the room, already naked, daubing sun-cream on each other’s small breasts. As she watched, they came together and began kissing and sliding against each other. Satisfied that all was well, Donna closed her eyes and gave herself over to Tracey’s ministrations, happy and content as the warm sun beat harmlessly down upon her.

Eventually, Donna became dimly aware that the slim blonde had stopped the sensual massage of her flesh. The buxom redhead half-opened her eyes, partly blinded by the sun blazing into the attic. Tracey had now removed her bra and panties and was rubbing sun-cream into her own flesh. Donna reached lazily up and began to help the pony-tailed blonde rub it in. Before long they threw the bottle to one side as Donna pulled Tracey down on top of her, their tongues slid into each other’s mouths as slick flesh slid against slick flesh.

As their hands explored each others sensitive oiled bodies, Donna was vaguely aware of a similar scene playing out on a neighbouring lounger. We only needed two loungers after all, reflected the redhead randomly.

Soft moans punctuated the air and the heady sweet smell of suntan lotion filled the room.