Golden Girls

by GinaB33

Copyright© 2019 by GinaB33

Erotica Sex Story: Young widow is drawn out of her shell by her sister-in-law and discovers the joy of sex and forbidden pleasures.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   BiSexual   Fiction   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Analingus   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Water Sports   Nudism   .

Being a widow at 26 sucks. My husband, Josh, just had three more months until he would be out of the army and coming home. We were going to wait until then to start our family.

With the help of some inheritance, we’d just purchased a beautiful property in southern Alabama. It had almost a hundred acres out in the tall pines, a large pond, a beautiful new house, and best of all, no neighbors.

The funeral was in Dallas, his hometown. I stayed with his parents while there. When it was time, his younger sister accompanied me back to Alabama. I could tell she didn’t want to, but her parents insisted that she stay with me and help me deal with things. It was summer and she was out of school. She was attending The University of Texas in Austin, and was in her second year.

I didn’t really know Glenda all that well, but from the topics she chose to talk about on the long drive, I got the impression she was quite a firecracker. Sex was almost all she talked about, and she’d been fairly explicit when describing some of the parties she’d been to.

I wasn’t accustomed to talking about sex. Josh and I had been together since Jr. High, and I hadn’t even dated anyone else. Needless to say, I had no such college experiences to share. “You mean Josh is the only man you’ve ever fucked?” She asked me at one point. And when I nodded, she gasped and threw her hand to her chest. “Oh my gawd! I can’t imagine.”

It was two a.m. when we arrived, so we decided to have one drink and then go to bed. She was only twenty, but I’d seen her drink in front of her parents several times, so I didn’t think twice about her having one.


I slept in the following morning until about nine. Normally I would have been up for a couple of hours by then. Our—my, the thought of the master bedroom being just mine now instead of “ours” saddened me. It was on the ground floor, and the two guest rooms were upstairs, along with a very large room which we one day wanted to turn into a game room with a pool table and the like. Josh loved playing pool.

After taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I came out of my bedroom and was stopped dead in my tracks. The living room, dining room and kitchen were all in one large room, with only the L-shaped counter separating the kitchen area. Glenda was in the kitchen fixing herself a bowl of cereal. She was totally naked.

I guess I shouldn’t have been so shocked. Josh and I had gone naked around the house on several occasions. The great room had large windows along the front and rear walls and we kept the blinds up to enjoy the view of the woods in front and the pond in back at the bottom of the hill. We didn’t have any neighbors, and we kept the front gate locked. You couldn’t see the house or pond from the road because of how the quarter mile driveway curved through the thick woods. I would even lie out in the sun nude sometimes on the hot tub deck off the back porch.

I guess I was shocked simply because I never would have dreamed of walking around naked in someone else’s home. Glenda looked up and saw me, held up her bowl and said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” I said as she sat at the dining room table. I felt my face grow warm with a blush as I made my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I knew I had been staring at her too long.

I was jealous of her body. She was very athletic, her body toned and shapely. Her short auburn hair was straight and contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin and bright blue eyes. Her breasts were magnificent. I marveled at how they defied gravity being so large and heavy looking. I guessed them to be at least a D cup if not larger. She didn’t have tan lines.

“So, what’s on our agenda for today?” She asked in a cheery tone as I took my place at the table with my coffee.

“I ... I haven’t really thought about it. I don’t have anything pressing.”

She was heading to the sink with her bowl. I couldn’t help but notice how her full hips jiggled with each step. After washing her bowl and placing it in the strainer, she turned around. I hadn’t noticed before, but her pubic area was completely devoid of hair. She must have seen me looking. She stopped and held her hands out from her sides, “You like?”

Gawd! I thought I was going to die right then and there. “I ... I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“You can look all you want. I don’t mind. If I did, I wouldn’t run around naked. If the roles were reversed, I can guarantee you I’d be staring at you. It’s only natural to stare a little when you’re seeing someone naked for the first time, male or female, it doesn’t matter.”

And then she let out a silly giggle, “Gawd! Beth, you’re face is as red as an apple.”

“I’m...” I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I hope you don’t mind, but I plan on staying naked out here as much as I can. That’s something I don’t get to do at home, and I hate wearing clothes.”

I forced myself to turn my attention to my coffee cup, and she said, “I was hoping to use the hot tub for a few minutes and then catch some sun. Is the tub useable, or does it need to be filled?”

The hot tub was on a deck which extended out from the full wrap-around porch. Since the house was built on a hill, the front porch was only six inches off the ground, while the back porch was over twelve feet in the air. The hot tub was located such that we could walk out of the master bedroom’s back door and go right into the tub. While sitting in the hot tub, we had a beautiful view of the pond and the grassy area on the other side of it.

“It should be ready to go, but I should check the chemical levels.” I told her.

“I’d do that for you if I knew how. If you’ll show me this time, I’ll take care of that while I’m here.”

I poured myself another cup of coffee and we went out to the hot tub. I showed her how to use the test strips and which chemicals to use for what. After adding some, I turned on all of the jets and told her, “You should let it circulate for ten or fifteen minutes before getting in.”

“Okay, I’ll go grab my shoes and walk down to the pond for a few minutes. Will you join me?”

“Sure, why not.”

When she came back out of the house, she stopped and looked at me, “Why aren’t you naked yet?”

I didn’t know that’s what she’d meant when she asked me to join her. And then I thought, hell, why not. I’d been outside naked before to lie in the sun. I’d just never gone off the porch that way. It was over a hundred yards to the near side of the pond where the dock is. I shrugged, “Okay, I’ll do it.” And I began undressing.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and reached behind me to unclasp my bra, exposing my C cup breasts to Glenda. She was just standing there watching me with a huge grin on her face that caused me to ask “What?”

“I’m just happy you’re actually going to do it. I didn’t think you would. That’s all.”

I kicked out of my shorts and panties, revealing my full black bush of pubic hair. “Okay” she said, “Let’s go flash the fish.” And she let out another of her charming giggles.

When we reached the far end of the pier, Glenda stretched her arms out wide and turned in slow circles. “Gawd! This is incredible. I never thought I’d get the chance to do this outside. Don’t you just love it?”

Actually, I did love it. It felt very liberating and a bit naughty too. “Yes, yes I do. It’s wonderful. I don’t know why I haven’t done it before.”

“Then c’mon, let’s walk around the pond and back.”

We were just walking across the dam when I heard a helicopter approaching. I’d totally forgotten about the helicopters. Our property was in the flight path of training flights from the nearby army base. They always flew over our place just above the tops of the trees. “Shit, an army helicopter is coming. What do we do?” I asked in a panic.

She laughed out loud, “Smile and wave, of course.”

The only other option was to go down behind the dam and into the trees, and I wasn’t about to risk getting poison ivy like Josh had done once. So, we both just smiled and waved like it was nothing. Of course, my heart was racing and my whole body was shaking.

“How often do they come over?”

“Sometimes twenty-five or thirty times a day. And sometimes, they turn right over the pond.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to do our patriotic duty and entertain the troops.” She said with a wild laugh.

When we got back to the house, I went inside to make us some tea, and Glenda headed for the hot tub. When I got back outside, I got another shock. Glenda was on her knees in one corner of the hot tub, the corner with the two rows of jets that pulse up and down to give your back a wonderful massage. Her eyes were closed, and her face was contorted. Just as I got to her, she let out a barrage of loud moans, “Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd, Fuck, Oh Gawd.” And then her whole body started convulsing.

I didn’t want to interrupt her orgasm, so I just stood there, watching in awe. Finally, she slumped down into a normal sitting position in the corner. She was panting and gasping for air.

When I saw her beginning to calm down, I said, “Here’s your tea.”

She looked up at me with a very satisfied grin on her face. She took the tea and said, “I know where I’m going to be spending a lot of time while I’m here. Those jets are fucking amazing. Why didn’t you tell me about them?”

“I ... never tried that.”

She looked astonished, “Then get yourself in here and give it a go. You won’t be sorry.”

“Maybe some other time.” I said.

“Bullshit. You’re just too shy to do it in front of me, but you’re going to do it, and I mean right now. Besides, unless you’ve been holding another man in reserve, you need something. So cut the bullshit and get in here.”

I’m not sure why I found it so difficult to say no to her. Then I rationalized it, thinking to myself: well, she had been right about it being fun to go around the pond naked, and even though it made me really nervous, the whole thing with the helicopter had been fun too. And, sad to say, I had been holding out until Josh got home, so I hadn’t had an orgasm in months. So, what the hell? I crawled into the tub.

“Here, let me turn down the power on the jets for you. I’ll turn them back up after you get into it.” And she reached around me to turn the knob to just the right setting. I jumped a bit when I felt her boobs against my back, but they were gone after only five seconds or so.

The pulsating water did feel delicious, and since I hadn’t had sex in almost a year, it didn’t take too long before they had me moaning a bit. That’s when I felt her boobs on my back again and saw her hand come around to turn the knob. The jets were at full power now, and they were driving my pussy and clit crazy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before an orgasm would overtake me.

This time, after she finished adjusting the knob, she didn’t back away. I felt her smash her huge boobs into my back. Before I could protest, she had her arms around me and she was pulling and twisting both of my hard nipples. That did it. I was lost in the most powerful orgasm I could remember ever having.

I couldn’t take the jets anymore. I had to escape them, but the only thing I could do was turn away from them and toward my sister-in-law. She understood and backed up, but just a little. When I was fully turned, she was standing close in front of me and I was staring right at her marvelous tits.

She leaned down and gave me a sisterly kiss on the cheek and then moved her mouth next to my ear so I could hear her over the sound of the jets, “You can touch them, you know, anytime the urge hits you. I won’t mind.” And then she let herself fall back into the water and sat on the far side of the large hot tub.


After a few minutes, she said, “We should have a drink to celebrate your new liberation.”

I didn’t know what time it was, but judging from the position of the sun, I guessed it to be around noon. “It’s early, and we haven’t had lunch. I don’t think-”

“You said you don’t have any plans, and I surely don’t. We can eat after and then take a nap if we feel like it. Out here, time is relative. And besides, I think we’re both going to want another turn on those wonderful jets, and then a nap will be very welcomed.”

So we went inside and made us each a Screwdriver. When we returned to the hot tub, Glenda told me quite frankly, “It’s good to see you loosing up a little. Your world has been turned upside down, and the best way to get over it is not to think about it. Stay busy with new things until some time has passed.” And then she got quiet and I could see her expression sadden, “I miss him too, you know. I can’t believe my big brother is gone.” And then, quite unexpectedly, she began sobbing uncontrollably.

I went to her and hugged her tightly, and we cried together for a very long time.


Finally, Glenda shook off her grieving mood. “I need to pee.”

I watched as she climbed out of the hot tub and squatted with her ass hanging over the edge of the deck. There was a protective railing around the deck, but no pickets. Josh said they would block his view. Then he went on to explain that he would install them when our first child was old enough to worry about them going off the edge.

I tried not to stare, but she saw me looking and showed me a naughty grin and a wink. “It’s fun peeing outside. I don’t get to do it very often.” I’m sure I showed her a blush in return.

I think I’ll have another go with the jets. Will you help me this time?”

“How?” I asked, sincerely not knowing what I could do to help her.

“Just do what I did to you. You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Uh ... yes, I guess it helped me get ... you know.”

“Good, then I’ll tell you when. I like it rough, so don’t be shy.” And she knelt in front of the corner jets and turned them down some.

I watched her from behind. The sight was very erotic and sexual. I felt a stirring in my loins. After only a few minutes, I saw her reach up and turn the knob. “Now, please. I need you right now.”

I was glad she wasn’t facing me. I wouldn’t have been able to do what I did if she’d been looking at me. I moved up behind her, reached around her body, and found her nipples. I began tugging at them and rolling them between my fingers—just like I did my own during the few times I actually masturbated.

“Harder!” She almost screamed, “Fuck! Harder!”

So I increased the pressure on her nipples. Mine were pressed into her back and it was like the pleasure she was feeling was flowing through her body and into mine.

She let out several loud moans, and then her whole body started shaking. I waited until I knew she was engulfed with her orgasm before I eased up on what I was doing. When I tried to release her, she shook her head, “No please.” Her tone pleading. One of her hands came up and covered one of mine, forcing it to cup her breast and knead it. I voluntarily did the same with my other hand.

When she turned down the jets, she said, “Whew! That was awesome. Thank you.” But she didn’t release my hand which was still holding her firm breast. “Ummmm, that feels so nice. Please don’t stop.” So I didn’t. I cupped and kneaded both of her breasts gently. I loved the feel of them, and the feel of mine pressing into the flesh of her back.

Finally though, she let me release them and fall back to the other side of the hot tub.

When she turned around and sat, she showed me that naughty, satisfied grin again. “See, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?”

“What?” I asked her.

“Feeling me up and helping me cum. It wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

“Ummm, no. I kind of enjoyed it.” I admitted.

“Good, because I did too. I really, really enjoyed it.”

She slid aside and said, “So, what are you waiting for? I know you want to.”

I did want to. I wanted to feel the jets again, to feel her breasts pressed into my back, and to feel her hands on me. I moved into position with her sitting right beside me. “Gawd, that feels wonderful.”

It was probably two minutes or more before I felt my orgasm starting to build. I loved that feeling almost as much as the orgasm itself, so I moved back from the jets a little to prolong it.

When I knew I was getting close, I moaned out loudly, “Jets”. She understood and quickly spun the knob. She was behind me in no time, pressing herself to me, her hands on my breasts, kneading them more firmly than before. She began pulling my nipples and pinching them much harder than she had the first time.

It only took a half minute of that to rocket me into outer space. “Gawd!” I cried out. “I’m ... Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd!” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I wanted to push myself back from the jets, but Glenda was still pressing me to them. She released my nipples, but continued kneading my breasts.

Finally, she reached up and turned the knob until the jets stopped completely. “That was a good one, huh?” She asked in a sexy purr, her mouth so near my ear I could feel her warm breath on it. All I could do was nod. I was still panting too hard to speak.

As my breathing calmed and my body eased its shaking, I expected her to release me, but she didn’t. “I’m done. You can stop now.”

She let out another of her silly giggles, but didn’t release my breasts. “I like feeling them.” She said.

“I need to get off my knees.”

She finally released me and backed off. When I turned around and sat though, she immediately put her hands back on my breasts and gently cupped them. “It’s okay.” She said, “Girls don’t have to be gay to enjoy feeling another girl’s tits. It’s a lot different than feeling your own, and I know you liked feeling mine. You can do it again if you want. I’d like you to.”

So I did. I simply reached up and cupped her large breasts. She was right about it being different. It made me feel giddy and very, very naughty.

After several minutes, I said, “We should get out. We’ve been in here way too long.”

She must have agreed because she released me and backed away.

After we’d covered the hot tub, we were caught in an awkward moment of standing, facing each other, on opposite sides of the hot tub. I felt like I needed to say something, but nothing came to mind.

She must have sensed what I was thinking, but she got it wrong. “It’s okay, Beth. What we did is okay. Don’t let it fuck your head up.”

I finally shook my head, “That’s not ... I don’t know how to ... I really enjoyed it—that’s all.”

She walked over and sat on the free standing porch swing. Come over here and I’ll tell you a secret.”

When I was sitting beside her, she turned to look me in the eyes. “That’s the first time I’ve done it—like that, I mean. Oh sure, I’ve done things at parties, kissing other girls and feeling them up and stuff, but it was always just quick little things here and there to get the boys all hot and bothered. It was nothing like what we just did. I really, really enjoyed doing that with you.”

I was stunned, “Really? I just thought-”

“Nope. I’ve never touched another girl’s naked tits. Actually, until you got in the hot tub, I never even thought about it, and then I just wanted to, so I did it. And I have one more confession: Not now, but soon, I want to kiss them.”

I’m sure my jaw dropped. I stared at her hard. Her eyes were pleading. And then I thought, after what we’d already done, I guess it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. It couldn’t hurt, and no one would ever know. Hell, it might even be fun to be that naughty. “I guess I’d be okay with that—but you said ‘not now’ right?”

“No, not right now. Right now I just want another drink.”


I fixed sandwiches while Glenda fixed our drinks. After we’d finished both, I told her I was going to go wash the chemicals off. I’d only been in the shower less than a minute when the shower door opened and Glenda asked, “Mind if I join you?”

I just tilted my head and she stepped inside. My shower isn’t that big, so there was quite a bit of innocent bumping and touching, but nothing sexual. After drying ourselves, we mixed yet another drink and went back outside to the porch swing.

I didn’t usually drink that much. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had three drinks in one day, but I was enjoying the numbing effects. We just chatted about all sorts of things. Every time we heard a helicopter coming, we’d hurry out to the hot tub deck as it wasn’t covered like the porch. We’d smile and wave, but the tall pines near the house made me doubt the pilots could see us. Still, it was fun and naughty.

The alcohol made me drowsy, so I went inside for a nap. Glenda said she was going for another walk. “Be careful of the Rattlesnakes.” I warned her.

I’m not sure how long I’d been asleep when I was awakened by Glenda moving across the king size bed to cuddle with me. I pretended to be still asleep. I was on my back, and she was on her side facing me. Her right leg was straight and pressed against mine. Her other leg was bent, with her knee over my thigh, and her hand was draped across my stomach. She fell asleep quickly, and I finally managed to doze back off myself. I remember thinking just before falling asleep again how nice it was to sleep next to another warm body.

It was almost dark when I woke up. Glenda was still sleeping and barely stirred as I slid out from under her knee and arm. I closed the bedroom door behind me and put on some cheery music in the living room.

I was just stepping into the outer bathroom when I had an idea. I turned and went out the back door instead, forgetting that the security system would loudly announce, “Back Door Open”. “Oh well” I said to myself, hoping it hadn’t wakened my sleeping sister-in-law.

I was already feeling naughty even before reaching the spot on the hot tub deck where Glenda had peed. And I felt even naughtier as I stuck my ass over the edge. It took me a few seconds as it was awkward, but I finally began peeing. At that exact instant, the back door of the bedroom opened and Glenda yelled, “Wait!”

It was difficult to stop, but I managed. She walked over and squatted next to me and said with that silly giggle of hers, “Okay, let her fly”. Again, it took me a few seconds, but I did get my flow started again. Wow! If I felt naughty before, it was nothing compared to this.

When we were both finished and stood up, Glenda took me by the hand and led me through the bedroom and into the master bath. She rolled off some toilet paper and handed it to me, and then got some for herself. I had to chuckle when I thought what someone might think had they walked in on us.


We grilled chicken breasts on the grill, which was located on the back porch on the opposite end from the hot tub. We ate on the porch swing. Between bites, I said, “People would think we’re lesbians you know?”

“Like I give a shit what someone else thinks. I know I’m not a lesbian, and you know you’re not a lesbian. That’s all that matters. We’re just two girls having a little fun. What we both need is a nice hard cock.”

“I don’t think I could ... it’s too-”

“Too soon? Now that is total bullshit.”

“I ... I just wouldn’t feel right about being with another man this soon.”

“Okay, so tell me. Exactly how many days, months, or years is it going to take? Josh is gone, Beth, and you abstaining from sex isn’t going to bring him back. And another thing, you really need to take your wedding ring off and put it away someplace you won’t see it all the time. Wearing it, seeing it, constantly twisting it around your finger, all just serve to delay your healing process. You know I’m right, don’t you?”

I knew she was right, but the thought of taking my wedding ring off made me feel like I would be telling Josh I didn’t love him anymore, and that was flatly untrue. I knew I would love him for the rest of my life. I let out a sigh and conceded, “Yeah, I know.” And then I got up and went into the house, returning to the back porch only after placing my wedding ring in my jewelry box.

I showed Glenda my empty finger, and she gave me warm, tight, long hug. “I’m very proud of you.” She whispered in my ear. “You’re going to make it through this, and I’m going to help you. After all, that’s why I’m here.”

I pulled back so I could look her in the eyes, but I couldn’t help myself. I started bawling like a baby. She leaned back against the cushion and drew me to her, hugging me and stroking my hair. We stayed like that long after my tears had subsided.


It was a warm night so I told Glenda I wanted to show her something. I grabbed two towels from the bathroom, made us each a drink, and had her follow me outside.

We walked down the back steps and over to the gate that opened to under the hot tub deck. The whole thing was surrounded by lattice. I unlatched the wide gate and latched it open. She screeched, “You didn’t tell me you have an ATV.”

“I don’t use it much when Josh isn’t here. We spread the towels out and I put my glass in the holder, started it, and backed out.

“Where are we going?”

“I want to show you our ... our special place.” I turned on the lights, and off we went. After we’d driven around the pond, and through a few trees, I pulled to a stop in a small open area. It had a beautiful view of the house all lit up, and the pond when the moon was bright.

I turned off the ATV and stood looking at the view. Glenda came up beside me and said in a reverent tone, “It’s beautiful. Did the two of you come out here just for the view?”

I turned and saw her naughty grin, and I thought back to all the times Josh and I’d had sex in this clearing. “Yes, we came here for the view—and sex, of course.”

“On the ground?” She exclaimed.

“Nah, there are too many fire ants for that. But here, I’ll show you.” And I turned around and lowered the tailgate of the ATV. Then I showed her my own version of a naughty grin. With a blanket and a pillow, this is just the right height.”

She was still giggling and squealing when I returned after fetching my drink. She’d set her drink down and was standing at the tailgate, pretending she was a man, her hips thrusting back and forth while her hands were holding onto imaginary legs.

“Having fun?” I asked her with a chuckle.

“Gawd! I need a cock right now sooooooo bad.” And then she stopped moving and patted the tailgate. She grabbed her towel from the seat and spread it over the tailgate. “Sit up here for a minute. It’s time for that little thing we talked about.”

I didn’t have to ask her which thing she was referring to, so I scooted my butt up onto the towel. Then I had a better idea. “Wait.” I told her. “Move out of the way for a minute.”

I got into the ATV and started it, turning it so the back was toward the pond and house. Then I shut it off and returned to the tailgate.

“Ahhh, the view, right?”

“You got it.”

That said, Glenda moved in and cupped my breasts, feeling them, kneading them, and gently rubbing my hard nipples between her fingers. “Ummm, that feels really nice.” I told her.

“Then this is going to feel even nicer.” She said as she lowered her mouth to my left breast. “Oh gawd! You’re ooooo soooo right. That feels wonderful. I’d almost forgotten how good that feels.”

“So you’re okay with this?” She asked while switching to my other breast.

“I would have never thought it in a million years, but I’m very, very okay with it. I want a turn though. I really do. I love your breasts. I loved feeling them today, so I know I’m going to really love kissing them.”

She straightened and looked me in the eyes, “Okay, get down and take your turn, but I’m not done yet. Just remember that.”

I scooted off the tailgate and she took my place. I wasted no time putting my hands on her breasts. I loved how heavy they were. After only a minute, I lowered my head and licked her nipple, still kneading her other breast. I put my lips around it and licked it some more. Then I moved to her other breast and did the same thing.

“Gawd! I wish boys knew how to do that. They’re always too rough right out of the gate. I do like rough, but not at first.”

This wasn’t like sex. We weren’t trying to get each other horny or produce orgasms. It was much less than that in some ways, and much more than that in others. We were just enjoying the freedom to do something we both wanted to do, and it didn’t hurt that it felt nice to the one on the receiving end and fun for the one giving.

I’m not sure how many times we traded places, but it must have been a dozen or more. Each time it was her turn; I just relaxed and enjoyed both the view and the wonderful feeling of her mouth and tongue on my breasts. And each time it was my turn, I would lose all track of time. I would simply become lost in touching, kissing, and most of all, admiring my sister-in-law’s gorgeous breasts.

We finished by sitting side by side on the tailgate while we sipped our drinks and enjoyed the wonderful view.

Glenda slept in my bed that night, and again, cuddled tightly against me.


The following morning, Glenda stirred while I was moving from under her arm. “I need to pee.” She announced.

“That’s where I was heading.” I told her. “I’ll turn off the alarm and meet you outside.”

When we were both squatted with our asses hanging over the side of the deck, just as we started peeing, Glenda said, “Beth?”

When I turned to look at her, she kissed me full on the lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss. It was just warm and nice, very erotic, and very naughty. She didn’t end that kiss until both of us had finished peeing.

When we stood up, she said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve wanted to do that since yesterday morning in the hot tub. Are you mad?”

I let her words soak in for several seconds while I was trying to evaluate my feelings about it. Finally, I looked her in the eyes and put a hand on each of her shoulders. “Glenda, I know you’ve kissed girls before, but I haven’t. So I guess I’m going to need to practice.” I tried to maintain my serious tone and expression, but I couldn’t.”

“Well, in that case, you should practice.” And she drew me in for another kiss, this one however, was nothing like the first. Our lips had no sooner met than her tongue was in my mouth. I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there.

When we broke our long kiss, I said “Whew! That was hot. Now let’s jump into the shower and have some coffee.”

“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s get in the hot tub before the shower.”

“Okay, but I’m going to put the coffee on. I can’t wait that long for my morning coffee.”

When the coffee was made and I joined her in the hot tub, I said to her, “It feels like we’re getting pretty close to that line.”

“The lesbian line?” She asked with a giggle.

“Yes, that line.” I said as I sat opposite her.

“One way to resolve that is with a big ole hard cock. I need one really bad.”

I chuckled, “Well, you’re out of luck. I don’t know any single guys around here.”

“Oh, trust me. There are always single guys around. You just have to know how to find them.” Then she put her hands on the sides of her large breasts and jiggled them. “And with these babies, they aren’t hard to catch.”

We both had to laugh at that one. And I knew she was right. Besides being a very sexy looking girl, I was sure she didn’t have any trouble getting and holding onto the attention of the opposite sex.


“Beth?” She asked over breakfast.


She giggled—that giggle. “Good, I was hoping your answer would be yes.”

I knotted my brows so she said, “Do you have a video camera?”

“Yes, why?”

“Is it the kind you can put on a tripod?”

“Yes, we—I have a tripod for it. Why, what are you wanting to do?”

“Do you have a bikini?”

“What’s going on in that naughty brain of yours?”

“Do you have a bikini?” She asked more sternly.

“Yes, I have a bikini. Now, will you please tell me what this is all about?”

“Cocks—hard cocks, at least one for each of us.”

“At least one ... I don’t understand. We’re already naked, what could a bikini have to do with ... cocks?”

“It’s a surprise. You’re just going to have to trust me. I need you to help me with a few things though. First, we need to get rid of that bush of yours. You get some hot water and I’ll get my razor.”

“What!” I exclaimed.

She was already standing, but I was still seated. She moved in front of me. “Look at my pussy.”

“I’ve seen it.”

“Look anyway. Doesn’t it look sexy totally bald?”

“Yes it does, but I’m not sure-”

“Okay, okay, we’ll leave you a landing strip. Okay?”

Josh had shaved me once, but it really itched when it was growing back. When I mentioned that to her, she just laughed and said, “Then don’t let it grow back.”

I thought I was going to cum several times while she was shaving me, but fortunately, I didn’t. When she was satisfied, she stood up and said, “I’m going upstairs to get my bikini. You get yours, and the video camera and tripod. And put on a little makeup, but don’t take all day. I’ll meet you at the hot tub in ten.”

After obediently following her instructions, I went outside. I was carrying my bikini, but she was already wearing hers, so I put mine on. She took the tripod and set it up near the bedroom door, then affixed the camera to it and trained it on the hot tub. Then I helped her uncover the tub.

“Great, now go stand in the middle of the hot tub.”

When I’d complied, I watched her making some adjustments to the height of the tripod and then fiddle with the zoom. Finally, she hit record and joined me in the middle of the tub. She put her arm around my waist and said, “Smile and wave to the camera.”

“What, the helicopters aren’t enough?” I chuckled, but did as she asked.

After a minute or so, she instructed me again, “Now, turn and face me.” When I had, she leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, but it wasn’t a French kiss, more than a sisterly one though.

“Now, lose the bikini top.”

“Wait! Who’s going to see this?”

“Nobody you know. Now get your top off.” She said in the same stern voice she’d used earlier. She already had hers off so I sighed and did the same. “Now face the camera, smile and wave.”

We did that for about another minute, and then she said, “Lose the bottoms.” When we were both totally naked, she said, “Now face me again. Leave your arms at your sides, but press your body to mine. We don’t want any tit or pussy showing for this one. Lean your head back just to let them see us smiling at each other, but not so much they can see our tits.”

Then, after a few seconds, she said, “Now kiss me like you mean business.” I raised a hand to put it on her shoulder, but she stopped me. “No, it will block their view. We kissed passionately for almost a minute. When she pulled back, she announced, “Okay, you’re done, and my work is just starting. I’m sure you can find something to do for the next few hours.”

I thought for a second and then told her I would go to town and do some grocery shopping. She asked me to pick of a bottle of Patron Tequila for her. I was nervous about what she was going to do with the video, but I didn’t say anything.

Before I left, she asked me for a short extension cord, so I got her one. She was out on the porch swing when I was dressed and ready to leave. She had her laptop on the wicker coffee table and was busy working on something.


It was a ten mile drive into town, and I was gone almost three hours. When I got to the front gate, total panic flooded over me. First off, it was open. I hadn’t left it open. The only other person who had a key was Bama. His real name was Will, but he was a huge Alabama football fan, so we just called him Bama. He always called from the front gate to warn us that he was coming in to mow. Shit! I said aloud. Where’s my phone.

If we didn’t answer the phone, Bama would lay on is horn as he neared the house—if he saw my car home. He didn’t want to get shot, if we mistook him for an intruder. Sure enough, there he was, mowing in front of the house.

Glenda was still on the porch swing working on her laptop, so I went out to tell her to put something on. She just laughed and said, “You mean because Bama is here to mow? We’ve met already. It’s a little late for modesty now.”

“You met him ... like that?”

She giggled, “Yes. He came around the porch and got quite a surprise. It took me five minutes to get his name out of him. The poor guy doesn’t do well around women. He couldn’t string two coherent words together.

Bama was a very, very nice young man. He was twenty-four, and had a great full-time job. He was also taking classes at Troy University, and did mowing for several people. Our place took him several days. The open area around the house and pond and up the drive was a lot of acres. It was usually soggy close to the pond, so he had to do that with a weed eater, but we paid him very well.

He was a large—and I do mean very large black man. He was six foot four, and weighed three hundred and fifty pounds, and not much of that was fat. He was solid as a rock. His dad was a local sheriff’s deputy.

“Well, he’s still mowing, so I guess he isn’t too upset.” I told her.

“Upset? Why should he be upset? He’s just the shy type. Besides, I’m sure he’s going to be seeing us naked a lot, if he comes out here very often. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he shows up to mow more often now.”

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