Indian Summer

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It was a surprisingly warm September afternoon; an Indian summer the gleeful weather forecasters were calling it, and Amy and I were in our accommodation trying to keep cool. Tall glasses of iced tea sat sweating on the side table and a battered old floor standing fan moved the tepid air around our room. I sat at my laptop making final tweaks to my current assignment and Amy sat on her bed moisturising her legs having just given herself a mini-pedi. Amy had grown up helping out at her mother’s salon and she had the best kept hands and feet of any girl on campus, and with her as my roomie and best friend so did I. We had been paired together on day one at Uni and had bonded instantly, sharing the same taste in music, sports (tennis) and humour. Now we stayed at each other’s homes and holidayed together. I clicked ‘save’ for the last time, closed my laptop and turned to face Amy, and then I completely forgot what I was intending to say at the sight of my friend. She was sitting on the bed, knees bent massaging moisturising butter into her lower legs and all I could see were her tight cotton panties stretched across her mound. We were both in just panties and short tees as we fought bahis siteleri keep cool. Now don’t get me wrong, we’ve seen each other naked more times that I can remember and we’re tight buds but it’s never gone further than that. We’ve had boyfriends and happily discussed our sex lives, or lack thereof, and on occasion I’ve heard Amy’s sighs of pleasure as she’s taken care of business when I’ve been ‘asleep’ but this was new. “Urgh it’s so humid,” I said straining to keep my voice even as my gaze focussed between her thighs again. Her pale blue panties had darkened around her lips and there was a distinct camel toe on show. “I know, it’s so gross. I’m sweating everywhere,” she replied. “Even my niks are damp and I’ve only just put them on.” Trying hard to sound normal I nodded. “Me too. Your toes look lovely in that pale green polish.” “I just need to moisturise my feet and I’m done.” Offering the bottle to me she smiles and says, “do me and I’ll do you.” What’s wrong with me? I’m moistening at the sight of my best friend. I don’t fancy girls and yet I can’t tear my eyes from her pussy. Okay it’s been a few weeks since I last had sex, Danny and I having gone our separate ways, but canlı bahis siteleri this is not me! Then my mind goes back a couple of days, I remember following Amy through our local farmer’s market. It was another hot day and she was wearing a lightweight cotton outfit, you know the kind of thing, all in one blouse and shorts. Anyway the shorts were really thin and I could see the pale skin of her bottom through the fabric as she walked. I remember now how much I enjoyed that walk, following her long tanned legs and pert pale bottom. “Hey dreamy, come on or has the heat cooked your brains,” she cheekily enquired. So I knelt alongside the bed and took the bottle of moisturiser and poured a generous dollop into my hand. Mmm vanilla. Amy raised a leg offering her foot to me. This simple action really tightened her panties across her mound emphasising the swell of her labia. I have to say that apart from being 5’5 slim with a small pert bottom and 34D breasts, Amy is an outie. Her pussy, pale skinned as redheads are, comes with a pair of permanently full labia. I tease her often about always being ready for action. I started working the light fragrant gel into her foot, letting canlı bahis my fingers part her toes and applying pressure to the undersides as I know she likes. My efforts were received with a sigh of pleasure as Amy leant back on her elbows luxuriating in the feel of my hands on her feet. I worked my thumbs into the ball of her foot and then across the arch in firm slow strokes and she sighed louder. Sneaking a glance I saw that her panties were darker and a tremor of excitement passed through my body, resulting in a release of moisture into my own hot gusset. “If you sit up I can do your ankles if you like,” I offered. Smiling, Amy moved against the headboard and I climbed on to the bed and placed her foot between my breasts. “Wait don’t get the gel on your tee shirt, it will stain.” It was an old tee and she knew that, so maybe she wanted what came next I just smiled and nodded, pulling my tee over my head. My 34B’s are firm, tipped with large dark highly sensitive nipples that were already hard and nubby. I brought her foot to my face and slowly drew my lips along her instep before placing it between my breasts. Our eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between us in that split second. Taking more gel I started long strokes from her ankles along her calf muscles, with every movement her panties darkened further and her sighs deepened, the unmistakable aroma of aroused woman filled the air.

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