The time was flying by, the 2nd bottle of wine was gone and the old school memories were coming thick and fast. We were having such a blast remembering all the good old times. Laughing about old boyfriends and all the wicked thing we got up too in our senior years.

I decided to raid Ayron’s wine rack and open another bottle. We were both rather tipsy by this stage and really didn’t care that we were well on the way to being drunk.

It was a beautiful afternoon so we ventured out to the pool and stretched out on the reclining lounge chairs with our glasses brimming and continued on reminiscing.

An hour later, very intoxicated, I suggested me take a swim in the pool. Sandra was quick to point out that she didn’t have a costume. Being as drunk

as I was I couldn’t have given a care in the world and suggested we skinny dip, just like a group of us did one Saturday night many moons ago.

Neither having a care in the world, we stripped down to nothing and were quickly in the pool, diving and darting and laughing all the time.

Thirty minutes later we were both exhausted and made our way back to the reclining lounge chairs. Both now totally comfortable with our nakedness we stretched out beside each other and topped up our glasses.

We continued on chatting and bringing each other up to speed on our current lives. Me, pointing out just how bored I was lately and Sandra telling me all about her single carefree life. We were both very drunk now and as often happens when you’ve had too much to drink, discussions turned to our respective sex lives. I was blatantly telling Sandra how Ayron didn’t really hold much fascination for me anymore and had totally forgot that foreplay was a part of sex and love.

Sandra laughingly leaned across and gently pinched my nipple, asking ‘doesn’t Ayron caress and suckle these little beauties anymore?’

I was a little shocked at her gesture, but didn’t want to seem prudish so I joked my way around the situation. But her touch had been like an electric shock through my body and I knew that both my nipples were standing slightly erect.

I noticed Sandra looking at my breast and laughing out loud she said, ‘by your reaction I think it’s been too long since someone did that to you.’ I was a little embarrassed, but the wine was certainly helping me not to over react.

Sandra dangled her arm over the side of her chair and lazily brushed her fingertips around my nipple again. I knew with out looking that my nipple was even more erect than before and a tingling sensation had started between my thighs. I squirmed a little uncomfortably. A smile crossed Sandra’s lips as she noticed me wriggling in my seat.

She continued to fondle my nipple, but more intensely. It was no longer just her fingertips, but she was gently massaging them between her fingers. The sensation was awesome and I really couldn’t find the words to ask her to stop.

I knew I was becoming rather aroused. These were very new feelings for me. I’d never been touched by a woman before.

Sandra suggested I close my eyes and enjoy the moment and I just couldn’t resist. My response was starting to become a little overwhelming. I closed my eyes and my body relaxed and I just stayed focused on these new and erotic sensations I was experiencing.

I could feel Sandra leaning closer and her voice whispering in my ear, asking me whether I was enjoying myself. I was almost breathless as her fingers trailed down across my stomach. One hand cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, the other circling downward across my stomach.

My legs involuntarily parted as her hand made its way down. As her fingers brushed gently between my parted legs a moan escaped my lips.

For a moment her hands left me, but I heard her rising from the lounge chair and kneeling down beside me. Again she whispered in my ear, ‘do you want me to continue?’ Without even hesitating, I almost begged her to keep going.

I felt her lips circle my nipple and as her tongue darted about, flicking my nipple, I moaned deeply. By now her fingers were delving between my parted legs, gliding and teasing me even more.

I was beyond stopping now. I was so aroused and my clitoris was aching to be touched. I knew I was wetter than I had ever been before. I wanted to beg her to continue, never to stop.

Moan after moan was escaping my lips now, as she teased me and aroused me even more. Her fingers were sliding between my aching lips, delving into my wetness. I felt her finger gently probe my wetness and slip inside. My back was arching, allowing her access to my inner self.

Slowly Sandra’s lips left my nipple and her lips were trailing light kisses down and across my stomach. Lower and lower. I was almost holding my breath now in anticipation of her next move.

I felt her tongue dart between my swollen lips, as two of her fingers were deep inside me now. Her tongue probed until it found my swollen, aching clitoris. She maneuvered around to be almost directly in front of me now. I opened my eyes to watch her moves, as my arousal continued to build.