Friendship
the ins and outs

I have not long ago returned from vacation. A vacation that has imprinted indelibly on my mind. This wont be a short post. It can't be. Although it will come in parts. I will recall the events as I remember them... Drawn out and vivid.. for this is how it occurred for me.. how it felt. Picture this if you will.

Along with a few of my closest friends, we had just completed a rather intensive 7 days of literally death defying activity, hurling ourselves out of perfectly good aeroplanes, for no apparent reason, other than to embrace the madness and marvel in the sensation. This is what we do for kicks.
Our sport involves the wearing of rather snug suits that don't leave a hell of a lot to the imagination. This story begins at a precise point during preparations when my closest girlfriend, whom I shall refer to as D, commented fondly on the prominent package I displayed when rigged up for departure. I didn't quite know how to take it, this was my friend here, but she intimated a certain desire, at the same time eyeing me in a way she never had before. Arousal kicked in after a minute pause, and blood inevitably coursed into my piece, making the rig rather uncomfortable.. so I had to adjust. D watched on with delight, without a doubt knowing exactly what was going on, and the effect her words had. Tension wasn't the only thing growing between us. I struggled to put her attentions to the back of my mind as I prepared to place my life in the lap of the gods once more. The promise of a very different euphoria not lost on me.
Later in the day it was her turn to kit up. I scanned every inch of her nubile form as her suit slowly enveloped it. I hadn't noticed, in all these years, just how fit she was. Reasonably tall, sculptured back and shoulder blades, ample natural bossom, a small taut waist line, and a beautifully rounded peach bottom, all accentuated to perfection by the flimsy cotton body suit. My thoughts turned very base. All I could imagine was how delicious it would be to fuck her. To stab her every orifice with my stiff cock. Over and Over and Over. What the hell was going on. When she asked me to help her adjust her rig, I duly obliged. This gave me an opportunity to lay hands on her in places that I never dared dream of...up until now. I strapped her up, she seemed to enjoy the fastening. I checked her rig, and, once cleared, gave her a slap on the bum and a 'You're good to go'... "I sure am" was her direct response, smiling as she turned and walked away from me. Was that an invitation? I started to believe that we may actually get to taste eachother... more importantly.. that I may get to taste her. I felt drunk with excitement, before common sense and pragmatism set back in.
Throughout the day the flirting and innuendo increased, as did physical contact. My head was swimming.
We'd agreed to meet with a crew of fellow divers that evening, for drinks and dinner. There were celebrations to be had. We retreated to our rooms and I showered and shaved. I was tempted to jerk off, so aroused was I, but I refrained. Instead settling for an enthusiastic soaping of my semi erect prick, bringing it to full attention with little effort, just to tease myself. I do so enjoy restraint of all types. While drying off, I checked myself in the mirror and asked myself what I thought I was doing... to which there was no reply.

End Part I

We gathered in the brasserie next to the hotel and downed several devilishly cold beers. D appeared wearing a rather sheer, predominantly aquamarine, patterned chiffon dress, mid thigh, gathered in at the waist by a wide elasticised belt. She looked amazing. With very little make-up, her long cherry black hair tied up and a healthy tan, she appeared to be glowing and fresh. She approached me immediately, as she did I inhaled her perfume. Instantly intoxicated, I commented on how divine she smelled. She accepted the compliment with a warm smile and a “do I”, before prompting me to get her a drink. Being D, she had made no attempt to learn any of the language, quite content to leave it up to others, like me, who could be bothered. But I enjoyed the role.. always have.

I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but something had definitely shifted in her. She was now looking at me with an altogether fiendish expression, a hunger almost, as if she had already decided that she would have me. If I wasn’t peeling out of my skin with excitement she may well have unnerved me. The flirting continued.

We’ve always been close, but now there was a more direct physicality to our communication, and a palpable sense of self control dissipating.. being overwhelmed by a deep seeded, long nurtured and up until now dormant lust. More than want. A requirement. Need.

Our numbers swelled and talk turned to food. I had been recommended a local establishment on the outskirts of town 15 minutes by cab. One of our new found friends kindly offered to drive, although he only had room for 4 others. We had 5. D immediately said she could sit on someones lap, and it was agreed to run the risk. We finished our drinks and made our way to the car. D grabbed me by the arm and held me back a little, ensuring I got in the back seat last. I jumped behind the driver and spread my legs. D climbed in and sat side saddle on my left leg. When she leaned back into me, her right butt cheek pressed into my crotch and she let slip with a little “Ooh”, before rubbing into it with purpose. Needless to say it quickly began to swell. We took off and I was to give directions.

Within a minute D was adjusting her position, I was unaware of what she was up to until she reached behind and grabbed my left hand. She had expertly managed to move aside her g-string, and in one swift action, pressed my fingers into her. Time, my heart and breath, stopped.

I could scarcely believe how saturated she was, even audibly stating ‘holy shit’. 2 fingers slid inside her effortlessly, she began to gyrate and grind down on me. There was so much moisture there I thought for a moment she had already let go. I could barely concentrate on the road or the conversation that was going on, I just wanted to plunder this woman perched right here on my lap. My thumb slipped into her back passage almost unwittingly, almost, and she seemed to go up a gear or two. I was wishing I had more substantial digits to offer up, although whatever I did appeared to be pushing the right buttons. I lost myself in those glorious minutes, and to my utter delight, D was losing it too. As I worked the ridges deep inside her swollen cunt I felt her begin to shudder. She dug her nails into my right arm, wrapped firm around her waist, and gripped tight. Giving her body over to the sensation, a warm flow of liquid escaped her, coating my hand. I could feel her irregular breathing and the jolts of pleasure as her orgasm rippled, radiating out through her entire body. I carried on with my internal massaging, although slowing right down, just to occupy her.

It was so fucking hot in there.

By this stage my dick was like cement and straining to be free of its entrapment. As D pressed into it with her behind, I began to experience a mild insanity, a delirium. If it wasn’t for the present company she would have received a pummelling right then and there. But that would have to wait.

Somehow through all of this I had managed to direct us to the restaurant. Even as D climbed out, we were still connected. My fingers knuckle deep inside her, my thumb lodged firmly in her butt. The act of extricating herself led us both to a collective sigh. I had the more pressing matter of disguising my now rampant hard-on. No easy task in skinny jeans. It’s a risky manoeuvre, but in one swift movement, aligned it up my stomach, half out of my jeans and held in place by my belt. My shirt covered the exposed half. One must be very careful sporting this look as a gust of wind might cause substantial embarrassment. I noticed then the dark pond that D had left on my leg, although on black this was hardly noticeable, and I cared little.

I was, it’s fair to say, in shock. D was a little flushed and highly excitable.

While the waitress combined a couple of tables, I couldn’t help but take my hand to my mouth and nose, inhaling the luscious scent and taste of D. She turned around and caught me in the act, telling me to stop it, her request though, was futile. I wanted more.

End Part II