*****All events and characters are entirely fictional.*****
*****All characters are eighteen years of age or older.*****
Chapter 1:
Only 20 miles to go. It has been a long drive. Bethany hasn’t seen Clara and Jillian in quite a while. It’s difficult to try to jump back into friendship after so long. The energy in the car is finally settling down, now that everyone is caught up conversationally. It may also be helping that Jillian and Clara have had time to work the in-flight drinks out of their systems. Bethany glances up at the rearview mirror, unintentionally fixing her gaze on Clara’s chest, hugged tightly by a tank-top.
“We’re almost there. Is there anything you ladies want to do when we get there?”
They both look at each other, waiting for the other to reply.
“You said it’s pretty remote there, right Beth?” Clara finally responds.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we’ll just stay in, then. We can go out tomorrow.”
Jillian makes eye-contact with Bethany in the mirror.
“Sounds good to me.” She adds.
“What should we do for the evening?” Clara asks.
“There’s supposed to be a hot tub. Let’s have a drink and relax.”
With that decided, Bethany wonders how the night will go. She is already a bit stressed out. Bethany desperately wants to release all that tension. Being able to get out of the car and move around will be a decent start. Hopefully a hot soak will help. It certainly will be nice to get undressed, and the hot tub is the perfect excuse. If only Bethany didn’t have to wear a bathing suit, that would be truly freeing. She imagines shocking her two friends by stepping out completely naked to join them in the hot water. The thought makes her shudder.
The GPS on Bethany’s phone demands her attention. Following it’s orders, Bethany makes a few turns. Within minutes, Bethany pulls off into a long dirt driveway. At it’s end, the three ladies arrive at the cabin. Bethany watches her friends open the front door and bring their bags inside. It’s going to be a long weekend, she reminds herself. Bethany hopes she’s up for it.
Chapter 2:
Dressed in their bathing suits, each with a partly folded towel slung over one shoulder, Bethany and her friends are ready for a relaxing evening. Bethany follows them to the sliding door at the back of the cabin, mesmerized as their butt cheeks shift and sway rhythmically with every step. Cool air greets Bethany as the three step out into the darkness. Instantly, her nerves are on high alert. Collectively, they look toward the end of the cabin, attempting to make out the hot tub in the pale moonlight. Clara makes her way to it first and feels around blindly for the controls.
“How do you turn it on?” She asks.
Closing the sliding door behind herself, Bethany spots a box with three buttons.
“I think this does it.” Bethany says, pressing the first button.
Light fills the hot tub. Bethany tries the next button. Suddenly the air is filled with the rumble of hot tub jets and tumbling water. Satisfied, Clara climbs in first. Approaching together, Bethany allows Jillian to hop in next. Turning, she leans down and side-steps into the water. Bethany patiently watches her breasts bounce and jiggle while waiting her turn. Joining her friends in the soothing water, the women begin discussing their plans for the next day. Before Bethany knows it, the conversation has shifted from one topic to another, and Bethany loses any awareness of time she might have had. Drawn in, she finds herself talking excitedly.
“Hey! We should skinny-dip!” Bethany proposes.
“I don’t know, Beth.” Jillian resists.
“Come on! We’re already in the water anyway.” Bethany bargains.
“But what if someone from another cabin walks by?” Clara gets involved.
“This late?” Bethany counters. “Besides, nobody can see anything through the bubbles anyway.”
Convinced, the girls begin removing their bathing suits with Bethany. The friends discretely slide the soggy material under their towels. Any passers by would have no idea that the three ladies in the hot tub are completely nude. Having this naughty shared secret with the girls is exhilarating. It makes Bethany feel a special kind of closeness with them.
They continue talking for some time. Then, mid-conversation, Bethany trails off, distracted by a sudden silence. The jets have shut off! They must have been on a timer. The surface of the water goes still as the tiny bubbles fizzle away, removing the thin veil of cover they had offered. Shocked, the three of ladies sit, unexpectedly and involuntarily exposed to each other. Bethany remains frozen, curiously examining her friends’ naked bodies in the generous illumination of the hot tub’s lights, as they do the same.
Bethany’s eyes drift down from Clara’s stunned face to her breasts, just below the water’s surface. Partially buoyed by the water, they appear fuller and more gravity-resistant than normal. Bethany estimates that they would fill her hands relatively well, although it’s difficult to tell for sure through the distorting Üçyol travesti effect of water. Bethany wonders how they would feel when squeezed, compared with her own. How smooth would her wet skin feel, Bethany asks herself, if she reached out and caressed Clara’s tit-flesh? Vividly, Bethany imagines placing her palms against her friend’s breasts, the nipples poking firmly into them. Bethany’s hand moves, rubbing Clara’s nipples as Bethany’s fingertips glide from the tops of her tits into her cleavage. Bethany squeezes and caresses as her friend stays silently captivated by the attentive stimulation her beautiful friend lavishes upon her chest. How could she deny herself the pleasure that Bethany would provide?
Emboldened by the excitement of Bethany’s imaginings, Bethany lowers her gaze. To Bethany’s disappointment, there isn’t much to see. Clara’s legs are crossed, the back of one knee resting on the top of the other. Desperately, Bethany lowers her head to see if she can see under her leg and catch at least a partial glimpse of her pussy lips, but no such luck. At least, Bethany reasons, she is getting an accentuated view of Clara’s hip and the edge of her butt cheek. There is even a certain thrill in the situation, as though she is playfully teasing Bethany, daring Bethany to try to see more of her. Bethany can’t help but envision herself going down on Clara as she uses her crossed leg to secure Bethany’s head in place and encourage Bethany to continue enthusiastically pleasuring her. Bethany would bring her to such an intense orgasm that she’d reflexively throw her legs apart and release Bethany’s head from between her thighs. Beaming with sexual confidence, Bethany concludes the fantasy.
Next, Bethany looks on toward Jillian. Bethany’s gaze reaches her knees, taking note of the narrow gap between them. Searching deeper, Bethany basks in the sight of her mound, partly shaded by her thighs. Seeing no evidence of hair, Bethany focuses lower, identifying the pink folds of her snatch in the dim light. Although Bethany can’t see it well, a spark is lit in her mind just the same. For the first time in her life, Bethany tries to view a woman’s pussy in a sexual way. Staring into the threshold of her friend’s deepest and most personal recesses, Bethany asks herself what it was like the first time Jay saw Bethany’s pussy, trying to share and relate to that most intimate experience. Desire floods over Bethany, overwhelming her with the urge to fill Jillian the only way she can, exploring her as deeply and completely as possible. Bethany sees herself passionately ramming her index and middle fingers into Jillian’s sopping wet hole; the squishing sounds of her thrusts and Jillian’s moans fill the air, a testament to Bethany’s ability to satisfy her. As if deliberately, Jillian interrupts Bethany’s imaginings by lowering a hand to cover herself.
On the way up, Bethany’s attention lingers on her chest. Larger than Clara’s, Jillian’s breasts look almost obscene by comparison, magnified by the water. Bethany’s head still abuzz from all the naughty thoughts, she pictures herself surrounding Jillian’s nipple with her lips and suckling. At first merely massaging it with her lips, Bethany increases suction and tugs lightly. Soon, Bethany tries taking in as much of her friend’s plump tit into her mouth as she can. No wonder Jay enjoys doing this with Bethany. It feels so comforting to Bethany to fill her mouth with a luscious breast. Closing her eyes, Jillian throws her head back. Placing a hand on the top of Bethany’s head, she lovingly strokes her hair while delighting in the intense sensations Bethany provides. If only it was real, Bethany catches herself thinking.
Bethany glances up. Jillian’s eyes are fixed on Bethany’s chest. Bethany’s heart skips a beat at the realization that her friend is eagerly admiring her body. Bethany takes a protracted breath, drawing her shoulders back while doing so. Bethany’s full, perky breasts are on display for her. Parting her legs, Bethany turns her head toward Clara, who watches, rapt, as Bethany gives her friend an unobstructed view of her shaved pussy. Looking up, Bethany catches Clara licking her lips. Her eyes shift up, drifting back and forth from one of Bethany’s breasts to the other. Turning back toward Jillian, Bethany sees that she is leaning in, trying to get a better view between Bethany’s legs. Bethany loves knowing that both her friends want to devour her lovely cunt with their eyes. That gives Bethany an idea. Bethany starts to rise, bringing her breasts out of the water, level with her friends’ faces.
“Bethany! What are you doing!?” Clara demands.
“I’m going to turn the jets back on.” Bethany coolly replies.
“But someone could see you!” Jillian interjects.
“It’s dark out there. No one is going to see me, except you ladies.” Bethany says, dismissively.
Turning to exit, Bethany’s rear is clearly visible in the glow of the hot tub lights. Bethany hesitates, giving her friends plenty of time to admire her curvy butt openly, without the social pressure Üçyol travestileri to act as though they aren’t staring at Bethany’s gorgeous body. Bethany slowly steps out the hot tub, slips on her sandals, and scurries off into the darkness. Clara and Jillian exchange a quizzical look as Bethany taps the hot tub jets button. That was the last thing they ever would have expected. Returning, Bethany decides to take her time and make a show of it.
Backing out of her footwear, Bethany sits down on the edge of the hot tub. Pivoting, Bethany swings one leg over into the water, then continues to rotate. Directly facing her friends, Bethany brings her other leg over the side of the tub and into the water. She remains seated on the edge of the hot tub, legs spread wide, her pussy right in front of her friends’ faces. In case this wasn’t enough, Bethany leans down to speak, causing her weighty breasts to hang forward and sway a bit. The cool air hardens Bethany’s nipples to fine points. Both Jillian and Clara’s eyes are held wide in astonishment at Bethany’s boldness.
“See. No one else saw me.” Bethany declares, slipping down into the bubbling water of the hot tub.
“Oh, my god, Beth!” Clara exclaims.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Jillian joins.
Bethany only smiles. Moments later there is vague movement in the darkness. A fairly tall figure passes by at a respectful distance.
“Good evening ladies.” The man’s voice calls out in passing. “Perfect evening for a hot soak, huh?” He sounds like a pleasant older man, out for a stroll before bed.
The three friends all politely agree. Clara shoots Bethany a look as if to say, I told you so.
“That was close!” She says.
“Yeah, maybe we should go in.” Jillian adds.
The three women retrieve their bathing suits from under their towels and slip back into them under the cover of the bubbling water. Without a word, Bethany, Clara, and Jillian return to the cabin. Shutting off the hot tub before closing the sliding door behind her, the evening’s events replay in Bethany’s head. As she walks to the bedroom to rejoin her friends, Bethany wonders what tomorrow has in store for the three of them. Together, they all change — Bethany occasionally sneaking glimpses of her unsuspecting friends — and prepare for bed.
By the time Bethany is ready, Jillian has staked out one bed, while Clara sits on the other, staring into her phone. It occurs to Bethany that they have left a monumental decision up to her: who gets a bed to themself and who will sleep with Bethany? At first, Bethany is tempted to choose Jillian, assuming that she will feel softer and more comfortable if Bethany finds herself waking up unintentionally cuddling with her bed-mate. But on the other hand, as the lone unmarried lady of the trio, she would be the least accustomed to sharing a bed. Reluctantly, Bethany settles in next to Clara. One image after another flashes through Bethany’s brain at rapid pace as she lies awake. Eventually, her mind settles down and Bethany to drifts off to sleep, eagerly anticipating another day of unexpected thrills with her friends.
Chapter 3:
Groggy, Bethany’s eye lids part only slightly. It is still dark. Bethany turns onto her side, ruffling the comforter. The muffled sound doesn’t seem to wake Clara. She remains still, quietly breathing at a slow and steady pace. Trying to fall back asleep, Bethany waits, silent and motionless. Bethany hears some muted rustling coming from Jillian’s bed. Apparently, Bethany isn’t the only one having difficulty sleeping. Fully awake, Bethany stealthily slides out of bed and makes a trip to the bathroom. Returning to silence, Bethany slips into bed and resumes slumber.
Upon waking, Bethany discovers that she is the last to rise. Clara stands in front of a full length mirror, trying on a few pairs of shorts to accompany her top. She seems to have settled on a snug pair of sand colored capri shorts. Looking over, Bethany sees Jillian’s bed unoccupied, the covers pulled most of the way up. The shower can be heard running through the open door to the vanity portion of the bathroom. The water abruptly stops and shortly after Jillian emerges to work on her hair in front of the vanity, covered only by the towel wrapped tightly around her body.
“I guess it’s my turn.” Bethany says out loud, to no one in particular.
Walking past Jillian, Bethany is careful not to knock down the yellow and white flower sundress hanging behind her. Bethany closes the second bathroom door and undresses. As hot water rains down on her body, the shower fills with steam. Bethany’s skin becomes particularly sensitive. Her hands make their way around her body, massaging soap all over. Bethany gives her breasts some firm squeezes. Taking a nipple between her index and middle fingers, she lightly tugs, then rubs her fingertips back and forth. Bethany’s pussy begins to throb. She reaches down and traces circles over it. Bethany is incredibly horny, but she can’t make her friends wait: the three of them plan to go out Travesti üçyol to breakfast first thing in the morning. Hurriedly, Bethany rinses off and wraps herself in a towel.
Stepping past Jillian, who is finishing drying her hair, Bethany winces at the loud hair dryer. Back in the bedroom, Clara is now sitting on the bed. Bethany decides not to crowd her, instead taking a seat on Jillian’s bed. There is something hard under her. Puzzled, Bethany pulls back the covers, revealing a massive, realistic dildo. No wonder there was so much rustling coming from her bed last night!
“Holy shit!” Clara exclaims, as Bethany holds it up for her to see.
“I know! It must be eight or nine inches long.”
“And THICK!”
Neither of them notice the sound of the hair dryer stopping.
“Hey guys, are –” Jillian freezes in the bathroom door frame.
“Damn, Jillian!” Clara chides. “Were you actually using this last night, while the two of us were sleeping right by you?”
“Well, after everything last night, I was just really horny!”
Completely missing the implications of Jillian’s statement, Clara continues, “Couldn’t you have at least waited until morning and played with yourself in the shower, like I did?”
“Wait!” Bethany interrupts. “I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten off since we got here!?”
No one speaks up.
“Well, it’s time to fix that!” Bethany announces.
Untucking the folded towel, Bethany opens it and lets it fall back onto the bed behind her. Bethany throws herself back. Lying flat on the bed, Bethany’s knees are bent, allowing her feet to rest comfortably on top of the mattress. Parting her knees as far as possible, Bethany reaches down and begins playing with herself. Bethany becomes wet as she rubs her clit with the tip of her middle finger.
“Beth! What the fuck are you doing?” Clara’s head is partway turned from Bethany.
“Why should I wait any longer? You two certainly didn’t.”
“But… don’t you want some privacy?” Jillian can’t help but stare at the shocking scene before her.
“You’d both KNOW I was doing this anyway.” Bethany pauses. “Besides, no one is making you watch!” Bethany shoots a look to Clara, who is obviously watching her too, out of the corner of her eye.
Gathering up the juices from Bethany’s pussy lips, Bethany glides her fingers up and down their folds. Thoroughly lubricated, she guides her middle finger to the entrance of her juicy cunt and works it in slowly. There is no rush, Bethany tells herself. Might as well give the ladies all they can handle before moving on. Bethany plunges in deeper, gently thrusting in and out of her steaming hot canal while using her palm to work her sensitive clit.
“Well, how long does it normally take you?” Jillian probes. “I’m hungry.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never timed myself!”
“Fine, but could you hurry?”
“The interruptions aren’t exactly helping.” Bethany manages, between gasps. “If you think you can do it faster, be my guest!”
“Whoah!!!” Clara blurts.
“I wasn’t making an offer.” Jillian chuckles.
Bethany continues the erotic display without another word.
“But… if it’ll speed things up, I’ll give it a try.”
Bethany nods in agreement and withdraws her finger. Sliding to the edged of the bed, Bethany’s legs dangle to the floor. Jillian approaches cautiously and kneels before Bethany. For the first time in her life, she closely examines another woman’s pussy. Bethany considers herself lucky to receive this special honor. Jillian intently studies every detail of Bethany’s lovely womanhood. It glimmers with moisture, begging her to fill it. Tentatively, she reaches out and places a fingertip to Bethany’s slick lips, taking in the warmth and wetness. Jillian watches, enthralled, as her finger glides into Bethany, gripped firmly by the tight walls of her pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” Bethany exclaims. “Yeah!”
“How does that feel, Beth?” Uncertainty is plainly evident in her voice.
“That feels nice.”
“How fast should I thrust?”
“Just like that, for now. Could you slide in a second finger?”
She nods and complies.
“Fuck, yeah! Oh, Jillian!” Bethany stops to catch her breath. “That feels so fucking good!”
“Wow, Beth! Your pussy is so tight… and so wet.”
She leans in closer, observing how her fingers shine with Bethany’s juices. Her face nearly grazes Bethany’s inner thigh. By now Clara has stopped pretending to be offended and silently joined her friends by the foot of the bed. She silently watches the sexual display.
“Keep pummeling that pussy, Jillian! It feels amazing!”
“Good! Are you getting close, Beth?”
“Mmm! I’m getting there.” Bethany pants. “I could use a mouth on me, though!”
Jillian is taken aback.
“You want me to eat you out?” She slows her pumps.
“It would really help me come faster.”
“Well,” she stalls, “I guess, if it means finishing up faster.”
Jillian withdraws her fingers from Bethany and tenderly brings her lips to Bethany’s waiting cunt. Lightly, she presses them against her friend’s soaking wet pussy lips. Her tongue slips out and gently runs up and down Bethany’s folds. As she becomes more comfortable, Jillian applies more pressure and slurps away. Bethany’s juices run down her chin as she brings Bethany ever closer to climax.