Prudence and Jacqui had been friends for just under a year, having met at a local charity event. Their friendship soon developed through their mutual interest in golf, usually a mid-week round of 9 holes at the local club.
Returning to the clubhouse one afternoon they passed the captain of the club’s Ladies Section. The two nodded courteously at the buxom woman but made no attempt to get involved in conversation. “Miserable old dyke,” whispered Prudence when the captain was out of earshot.”
“How d’you know that?” Jacqui asked.
“Well, she doesn’t wear a wedding ring, she never brings a male partner to the annual dinner and she usually spends most of the evening chatting up pretty waitresses.”
As they headed for the changing room it began to rain. After taking leisurely showers they sat on a bench in their underwear and chatted. Prudence wore the briefest of green and black silk panties and a matching half-cup bra which barely concealed her nipples.
The small talk eventually got around to their respective spouses. “So how are things with you?” Prudence asked, drying between her toes with a towel. “Still getting it?”
Jacqui blushed at the directness of her friend’s question. “Since his prostrate op, Ted’s lost all interest in that sort of thing.” Her underwear was simple and unadorned: a cream cotton brassiere and white cotton panties.
“Charles has recently taken to visiting an all-male sauna in London, would you believe?” scoffed Prudence. “Claims they’re business trips for the firm, but the other day I found an admission ticket in his jacket pocket when I was taking it to the cleaners.”
Jacqui was wide-eyed with interest. “Whatever do they get up to in those places?”
Prudence folded her towel and giggled. “Well they certainly don’t go there for the therapeutic qualities of the steam room, honey! Boys together beating the meat, I’d say.”
“Wow! Poor you.”
Prudence rummaged in her sports bag, producing a small white object the size of an electric toothbrush. She held it up with a wicked grin. “Hence Pedro!”
“Pedro?”
She pressed a green control button and the implement started making a gentle buzzing noise. “Pedro’s my new vibrator. Got it from the sex shop in town. Never lets me down!” Switching it off she offered it to Jacqui. “Fancy trying it?”
Her friend flushed. “Oh Pru, I couldn’t!”
After a long pause, Prudence responded to this apparent rejection and cheerily announced: “I know – let’s take a shower!”
“But we’ve just showered!”
“No silly – together. These showers are plenty big enough for two. And you can soap my titties!”
“What if another member comes in?”
“Mid-afternoon on a wet Thursday? I’d say that’s hardly likely.” So saying, Prudence reached behind and deftly unclipped her friend’s bra. Although startled by this move, Jacqui made no attempt to recover her bra, which was now lying on the floor. Neither did she put up any resistance when Prudence gently brushed a hand across her nipples. “I could introduce you to Pedro, if you’d like?” she whispered as she planted a kiss on her shoulder. Jacqui remained motionless, breathing heavily and wracked with indecision about the next move. Where was this all leading?
Once again, it was Prudence who took the initiative. Glancing down at a damp patch which had appeared on the crotch of Jacqui’s panties, she observed: “Getting a little bit wet down there, are we?”
“Seems so.” Jacqui giggled with embarrassment. Then after a short pause she stood up and cautiously moved behind her friend to unhook her brassiere. “Mmmm…thanks hun.” Now they were facing each other, their breasts gently touching. They kissed. The first was tentative but the second was long and passionate. The ice was well and truly broken.
Topless but both still wearing their panties, the two women walked hand-in-hand towards one of the shower cubicles, with Prudence carrying her trusty vibrator. Closing the glass door, she turned on the overhead shower to half-volume, muttering: “That’ll drown out any squeals of ecstasy when I slip Pedro into your cunnie!”
With the warm water gently trickling over their naked bodies, the two women faced each other. Prudence slowly ran her index finger along Jacqui’s moistened slit. “Nice and smooth, Jac. Did you do it yourself?”
“No way! I wouldn’t trust myself with a razor down there. I had it done at a beauty salon.”
“Which one?”
“Bijou”.
“Mmmm good choice. Did you know the little Thai masseuse will go down on you for an extra tenner?”
“You’re kidding!”
“Certainly not. She’s given me a lovely seeing-to several times after a full body massage. That girl certainly knows how to use her tongue. Better than old Charlie any day!” The knuckle of Pru’s middle finger had now been subtly introduced into Jacqui’s vagina. “Fancy saying ‘hello’ to Pedro?”
“Why not?”
Prudence clicked the vibrator on, smeared it across the front of her partner’s moistened quim for lubrication, then gently inserted it half-way. Jacqui momentarily flinched, then smiled with delight.
“Good?”
“Better than good. I’d rate it as fucking good!”
Continuing her ministrations – and enhancing Pedro’s speed – Prudence tenderly kissed the nape of Jacqui’s neck, whispering to her new lover: “Darling!”
“Oh fuck, Pru – that is just SO amazingly good!”
“Please say ‘darling’?”
Jacqui wrapped her arms tightly around Prudence as the first orgasm coursed through her loins. “DARLING, that is SO amazingly good!”
Prudence gingerly ran her free hand down Jacqui’s spine until it had reached the cheeks of her slender bottom. “D’you know what, Jac?”
“Tell me?”
Touching her lover’s sphincter she whispered: “You have the most divinely fuckable arse!”
Jacqui froze. “Oh no, Pru – I couldn’t possibly!”
“Pedro loves visiting by the back entrance. Let’s just try it, shall we?”
By now, Jacqui was putty in the more experienced woman’s hands and would have done virtually anything she was told. She gingerly nodded her ascent.
“On your knees. Then gently pull your bum cheeks apart for me, so that Pedro can pay a visit.”s Jacqui had dutifully taken up a kneeling position on the shower tray and Prudence was poised to insert her vibrator, the door was flung open. In the doorway stood the Captain of the Ladies Section. Stark naked. Her huge pendulous breasts hung almost down to her waist, with a veritable forest of pubic hairs between her ample thighs. And in her hand was a fearsomely realistic black strap-on.
“Afternoon ladies! Got room for a third?”
