Kate stood for a moment and then, pulling a cushion from one of the other lounge chairs and laying it beside Cheryl, knelt at her side and kissed her lips, her face, neck and breasts while using her hands to explore Cheryl’s entire body, already hot to the touch from the hot summer sun. Eventually Kate worked down to remove Cheryl’s bikini thong, revealing an inviting waxed pussy. She cooed at the sight and began enjoying it with her mouth: nibbling the outer labia, tasting her luscious wetness, probing and strumming her clit.

Cheryl was sensitive and responsive to a degree of jumpiness. She soon calmed down and let the effect of the pleasure build. Under Kate’s skillful control it rose quickly, and before her heart and breathing had advanced beyond mild exertion, she was swept away to quickly, suddenly, surprisingly find herself writhing to the ecstasy of a most pleasant orgasm.

Cheryl moved her arm off to the side of the chair, blindly worked her hand between Kate’s legs and followed along the inside of one of her thighs to Kate’s patch of pubic hair. She found her way inside with first one and then two of her fingers. The silky, slippery feel of another excited pussy engulfing her fingers brought back memories of her college days. Reflexively she began pulling Kate by her vagina, unmistakably urging her to climb into a sixty-nine position. Kate responded immediately, swinging her leg over as she mounted the chair with her knees astride Cheryl’s head.

Cheryl gingerly probed and licked all areas of Kate’s pussy while Kate was now hungrily eating hers. A few moments later, Cheryl successfully breached Kate’s decorum, as she began bucking wildly against Cheryl’s face. It was all Cheryl could do to maintain contact and enjoy the wetness flooding over her face, triggering her own second, stronger release as Kate’s tongue and fingers worked magic.

They lay there, upended and intertwined, panting with their hearts still racing when Cheryl began to giggle. Their laughter grew and by the time Kate reversed herself and they tried to hug themselves together on the narrow chaise, they were laughing so hard that Kate rolled off onto the cushion on the deck.

That’s when they heard Frank’s car pull into the driveway and the garage door open. By the time he came through the back door of the house to the pool, Cheryl and Kate were back in their suits and the camera equipment was hidden temporarily beneath some hedges.

The next morning, Kate visited Cheryl with two DVDs loaded with pictures and videos. The process of selecting the shots was erotic, and led to another round of lovemaking. Kate had also brought a bag of toys. Before long, she was snapping photos of Cheryl gagged and blindfolded, with her wrists tied to the bedposts: a sight Kate could not long resist.

Splayed out like that, sightless, bound and gagged, Cheryl was ready for Kate to take her to a place she had never been. Feeling none of the guilt she did with her college roommate, Cheryl was more receptive to the exquisite sensations of Kate’s smooth cheek on her skin, and her soft tongue and lips massaging her nude labia, teasing her clitoris and probing along her inner folds. Kate then brought Cheryl to a powerful orgasm when she