Bridget lay relaxing in the hot tub in her large and secluded English back garden, with her arms outstretched on either side of the wooden frame, her thirty four d boobs only being held back from breaking free of the water by her swim vest, as the tub's hot jets massaged all around her, enjoying the hot water whilst lazily staring at the midday sun in the sky above.

Bridget's best friend, Isabelle, walked slowly up to the hot tub from the large country house.

Hey gorgeous themed Isabelle.

As she stood stepped onto the decking where the hot tub was affixed.

Bridget smiled at her in return, as isabel began to slide out of her robe, letting it fall casually to the floor as she stepped into the warm water of the hot tub.

Bridget watched as Isabel slid slowly and carefully into the water, her long blonde hair falling down her tall, toned and tanned body, as her tiny red bikini slid out of Bridget's view under the water's surface.

The only red remaining above the surface now was Isabel's red lips and painted red finger nails.

Oh this is lovely, purred Isabel as she sat down and relaxed into the tub, stretching her legs out in front of her.

Blushing Bridget smile again in response, but kept her eyes up at the sky in the hope that Isabel had not seen her staring at her stunning body as she climbed into the hot tub.

Bridget had fancied Isabel from the moment they met ten years ago at a work conference.

Now both were thirty four years old, she had never led on to Isabel how she felt.

In fact, she had never even told her friend that she was into women, as she was too shy to admit it.

In so many ways, Isabel was the complete opposite to Bridget.

Firstly, she was not shy at all.

Quite often, Isabel would come to work sharing stories in all the sordid details of the men and women she had slept with that weekend.

Every story that Isabel told made Bridget incredibly jealous, as she longed to be one of Isabel's playthings, but she would never have the courage to tell her that or do anything about it.

How she longed to be a part of one of Isabel's sex stories.

Suddenly, a loud pop from a champagne cork brought Brigitte's attention back to reality as she looked over at Isabel, who was pouring champagne into tall champagne flutes.

Once she had filled both glasses, Isabel swam over to Bridget, never breaking eye contact with her friend as she leaned over her to place a glass of champagne on the side of the hot tub just behind Bridget's shoulder.

They were face to face now, their noses almost touching, and still Isabel had not taken her eyes off of Bridget's deep blue eyes.

Bridget, suddenly aware she hadn't said a word since Isabel stepped into the pool, managed to just breathe out a thank you before Isabel crashed her glossy red lips on to Bridget's.

Bridget couldn't believe what was happening and didn't know how to respond, but Isabel refused to move away from Bridget's lips until Bridget succumbed to the soft red lips on hers and opened her mouth to accept the kiss.

As soon as Bridget opened her mouth, Isabel's tongue drove straight in, searching for her friends, and before Bridget really knew what was happening.

She had automatically put her hands on the back of Isabel's head, pulling her in even tighter as their tongues danced around each other's mouths in a fo horseful moment of passion.

After a few minutes, Isabel pulled her mouth away from the deeply passionate and almost aggressive kiss, and both ladies sat panting, staring into each other's eyes.

I know you've wanted this for a long time, Bridget panted Isabel.

I didn't know you felt the same way, Otherwise I would have told you years ago, Bridget responded.

Isabel slinked forward and kissed Bridget passionately again, her hands and those red fingernails running through Bridget's short, dark hair, before standing up and offering Bridget her hand.

Where are we going?

Panted Bridget.

Isabel gave a sexy wink as she stepped her long legs out of the hot tub, encouraging Bridget to follow her.

Bridget was a little nervous, but she could feel her pussy pulsing in time to her racing heart, and she wasted no time in following her friend out of the tub to where Isabel had laid down a white towel on the lush green grass next to the hot tub.

Gesturing towards the towel, isabel directed Bridget to lay herself down on the towel.

Another way these two ladies differed was in the way they looked.

Bridget was a completely different body shape to her best friend, but her smaller hour glass figure was incredibly sexy, and she she had no need for makeup or nail polish to stand out with those massive boobs straining against her swim top and those piercing blue eyes staring straight up at Isabel as she laid back on the towel.

No sooner had Bridget made herself comfortable on her back, she felt Isabelle starting to pull off Bridget's soaking thong.

Yes, the thong was soaking because of the hot tub, but Bridget knew that wasn't the only reason it was wet, as she could feel the warmth surging up her body from her tight and dripping pussy.

As soon as isabel had the thong off, her mouth was down between Bridget's legs and her tongue was lapping at Bridget's juicy fanny lips as she was hungrily searching out Bridget's swollen clit.

Oh fuck me on, that feels good, cried the usually reserved Bridget as Isabel's tongue found the prize she was looking for.

Not a single care was given to where she was now, though, as Bridget's moans became more intense and louder every time, Isabel's tongue swiped up and over her throbbing button, and Bridget let herself succumb fully to the moment she had craved for so long.

Yes, uh, oh, that feels so good, panted Bridget.

Don't stop.

Oh, you're going to make me come so much.

Ugh, I've wanted this for so long, she continued.

Isabelle loved that she had turned her friend on so much and so quickly, and she carried on licking and sucking Bridget's clit until all of a sudden, Bridget's hips arched up as she screamed out, don't stop, oh, please, don't stop that.

Just as Bridget had finished saying that, she began to pump her warm juices all over Isabelle's glossy red lips.

The more Isabelle continued to lick and suck, the more Bridget pumped her come all over Isabel's face.

Her friend was loving the taste, and she never relented as she continued to suck and swipe her tongue all over Bridget's red and throbbing clit until the squirting eventual stopped and both women collapsed on the floor.

Exhausted.

Both lay there with the biggest smiles on their faces as Isabelle looked up into Bridget's sexy blue eyes for approval.

You want to carry this on in the bedroom, asked Bridget.

Surely I get to taste you too, she begged with a smile and another sexy wink.

Isabel stood up and, taking Bridget's hand, began to make her way into the house.

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