Samantha and I had been friends since college. She had always been my best friend and we had shared so much over the years. Our children were born close to each other, we shared student digs and we both were maids of honour at our weddings. We were close.As we had got older, we had moved to different parts of the country and didn’t see each other so much. To compensate, we started going on holidays together. Once a year, Sam and I would jet off to somewhere exotic for long weekends, to chill out and enjoy each other’s company.We did New York, Barcelona, Berlin, Paris, Prague and Vienna among other great cities. Italy was next on the list and this trip would change our lives completely.I arrived first at the airport, grabbed a coffee and croissant and waited. She was always late. Always had been.At last, I thought as I saw my dear friend Samantha was coming down the escalator, carrying her oversized suitcase. The years had definitely been kind to her. At thirty-seven, she was tall and remained slim even after having two children. She was dressed in a white vest top, flowery skirt and sandals and had her brunette hair in a loose plait.When she saw me, she shouted out, “Hey Heather, there you are,” and bounded down to meet me.We hugged like the old friends we were. It had been a year since our last meeting, a long weekend in New York, where we shopped till we dropped. This year we had decided to head off to the Amalfi Coast. We had booked into a lovely apartment in Positano for the weekend and were looking forward to a catch up under the sun.The flight was early but it meant we would be on the beach just after lunch. We treated ourselves to a bottle of champagne on the flight while we caught up on what we had been up to over the past twelve months.We checked into our two bedroomed apartment which came with the obligatory balcony overlooking the sea. The weather was just fab so we decided to make a dash for the beach. I was the same age as Sam, but curvier. As I stood in front of my bedroom mirror and studied Çukurambar escort myself, I felt pretty pleased. My largish breasts were firm. I had kept the weight off but still maintained a good set of curves.There was a knock at the door and Sam bounded in wearing the smallest of bikinis, sunglasses and a massive sun hat.“Oops, sorry Heather, I didn’t mean to catch you in the nuddy,” she said. “And how long have you been shaving your privates, you cheeky mare?”“Oh, I started about six months ago. I thought I’d give it a go and see how it felt. To be honest, I love it,” I replied, winking and grinning.With that, I grabbed my bikini, put it on, picked up my beach bag and headed off with Sam to get some sun. The beach was pretty empty, so we found a good spot to set up camp. Sam was her usual fussy self and took ages to get in the right position.We sat down facing each other to start with and took our tops off so we could get the sun lotion on us. As I sat there spreading the cream on my body, I couldn’t help notice Sam doing the same. Her eyes were closed as she smoothed the lotion over her breasts, stomach and legs.To be honest she looked gorgeous and I was beginning to get a strange tingle all over my body as I watched her. We then took it in turns to do each other’s backs, laughing about nothing in particular as we did so. I always like to start with the sun on my back so I lay on my front while Sam decided to lie on her back. I was looking straight down her body and because she had opened her legs a bit so I was faced with her pussy clad in a pale blue bikini.Sam loved her iPod and had already plugged her earphones in, no doubt listening to her favourite Beyonce tunes. As she lay there, I couldn’t take my eyes of her bikini clad pussy. I found myself wondering whether she was shaved, was her clit big, what were her lips like, did she get wet quickly and how did she cum?I had never thought of Sam in a sexual way but maybe the champagne, the sun and a look of sex demetevler escort bayan were having an effect. As I lay there on my stomach, I found myself grinding my pussy against my towel while I stared at her bikini. Something was going on with Sam. I could see her thigh muscles clenching a bit, her stomach moving as well and I swear I saw a damp patch on her bikini bottoms. ‘What was she thinking about? What was she listening to?’As I watched her movements, I found myself getting turned on. I was pushing my pussy against the towel, feeling my wetness growing in my own bikini. We must have laid there for a good two hours. We both changed position but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Sam. It wasn’t something I had done in the past but I was growing dangerously interested in her.We decided it was time to head back to our apartment and quickly found ourselves inside. Sam announced she was going to grab a shower before dinner and headed off in that direction. I stripped off and lay on my bed. My hand went automatically to my pussy to see how wet I was. I ran my middle finger up and down between my pussy lips slowly, enjoying the touch and the memories of Sam on the beach.I needed a drink and leapt up to get one. As I was passing the shower room, I noticed the door was open and peeked inside.’Oh, my god,’ there was Sam sitting on the shower shelf, her feet on the bath sides, frantically rubbing her pussy. One hand was on her clit and the other was fingering herself furiously. The sight was too much and my hand went straight to my pussy. I quickly found my clit and started to rub myself as I watched Sam building up to her orgasm. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was deep.I could not take anymore and just started to rub faster. I was so horny. I just closed my eyes as I stood there and had a deep, deep orgasm. Just after I came, I heard Sam reach her peak and cry out. She sounded just as I thought she would.Quickly, I snuck back to my room, closing the door after Escort dikmen me before grabbing a towel and heading for the shower myself. As I walked into the shower room, Sam called out, “Enjoy it, Heather, it’s a great shower.”Despite still feeling slightly horny, I showered quickly and got dressed into a long summer dress with just a pair of small white panties underneath. I made my way to the kitchen, poured two glasses of white wine and made my way onto the balcony to wait for Sam. She appeared not long after, like me in a summer dress. It was pretty see-through and I could see her dark nipples through the material. I couldn’t stop thinking about her in the shower.“How was the shower? she said. “It was so good, one the best I’ve had in ages.”I smiled and said, “Yes, it was great thanks. I so needed to freshen up.”With that, we clinked glasses and chatted for a bit before making our way to a fantastic restaurant for an evening of every type of fish you can imagine.After dinner, we made our way back to the apartment arm in arm, giggling like a couple of schoolgirls and plonked ourselves back on the balcony with a fresh bottle of wine. The wine had loosened us up and it wasn’t long before our conversation turned to sex. Sam startled me by asking if I ever watched porn.“Come on, Heather, tell me. I expect you do. You were always a randy little sod at college.”Her question went straight to my pussy for some reason. It must have been because of the afternoon masturbation session.“Now and then,” I replied. “You know how you get these urges from time to time, well, I just get my laptop and go to bed with something hot and horny.”“See, I knew you did. What do you watch?” asked Sam.I could feel myself blushing as I replied. “Well Sam, umm, I really like watching two women. I don’t know why but it really turns me on. I have never had any urge to do it because I am so into men but it’s really all I watch. Now, what about you?”“Oh Heather, I don’t watch any porn but I do have a guilty secret. I love listening to the sounds of sex. I found a site where you can download audio of people getting off. I also like to read erotica so my treat is a good story, my iPod and a pair of headphones.” She said.’Oh my god.’ It suddenly struck me that she must have been listening to some of that stuff on the beach while we were sunbathing.