Hi there! My name is Alex, I’m 25 years old, and I’ve decided to put some of my experiences into writing for the first time. Most of these are about my friend Jess and I. Here’s some background about our friendship for context to the tales to follow. Skip ahead to the good part below if you want :)
My friends name is Jess. We’ve known each other since we were 19. Our friendship started out when I met her through a mutual friend and we began going to the bars together almost weekly – we live in Canada, the drinking age is 19 here. We’ve always had a close, physical relationship. We would kiss in bars, were always comfortable changing around each other and discussing our sex lives.
Jess and I have pretty similar body types, both on the short-and-curvy side. I’m 5 foot 1, with perky, very round and full DD breasts. I have large, pale areolas but my nipples themselves are quite small. I have an hourglass figure with a very small waist. I have a thick ass and thighs. Jess had huge, natural G cups, but had them reduced to DD. They look amazing now, you can’t see any scarring and they’re perfectly shaped, and so soft. She has beautiful nipples too!
Anyways, I’ve always known I was bisexual. Girls have just always caught my eye, but I never had an opportunity to play with one. Jess has a hot tub, and we began spending a lot of time in it. Eventually, we just skipped putting on bathing suits and went in naked. Jess told me she was more comfortable naked, and didn’t mind if I saw her. I felt comfortable too, and it was much more enjoyable feeling the water on my bare body unrestricted, so we spent many nights just enjoying some wine, and music, relaxing across from each other in the hot tub, in the nude. I won’t lie, I spent a few of those evenings with some wine in me and a throbbing pussy, stealing glances at her beautiful breasts, her nipples barely above the waters surface, hardened by the cold air.
I had (and still have!) a wonderful boyfriend. I loved sending him pictures of me in the hot tub, and one drunken night Jess joined me in sending him pictures. Together we giggled, held our bare breasts together above the water. We used the pictures for him as an excuse, I think, to touch each other. It was for me, at least. We played with each other nipples in photos, she held my boobs in a hand bra from behind. We kissed, holding poses with her tongue in my mouth or my hand tangled in her hair. To take sexier pictures my boyfriend, Jess licked and sucked at my nipples, but only long enough to snap a photo, before looking at it, laughing, and proclaiming that it was hot, before sending it off to my boyfriends. This happened a few times, and each time we pushed it slightly further. This is the story of the night that we abandoned the ruse of touching each other just for the camera.
We got quite drunk. By the time we got in the hot tub, it was almost midnight and we each had about 3/4 of a bottle of wine in us. As soon as we were in the tub I snapped a picture of my bare breasts and sent it to my boyfriend. Jess sat across from me and watched. She commented that I had amazing boobs. She loves to compliment my body. She waded across to me and gently caressed my boobs while I snapped another picture. She leaned in and licked around my nipple – I took another picture. I was a little surprised. Jess usually took a little while to warm up enough to taking pictures with me. She laughed and sat beside me and we chose the best pictures to send to my boyfriend. He responded that he would love to see us kiss, and this was certainly nothing new. We took a few shots of us kissing, Jess pulling at my hair. Quite bluntly, she seemed horny as fuck that night. I put my phone down, and we each nursed our glass of wine quietly, enjoying the cold air and the hot jets.
After a few minutes of silence, I was feeling bold, so I went over the Jess and settled on my knees in between her legs and playfully took her breasts in my hands, asking about her nipple sensitivity since she had her surgery. She responded she couldn’t feel much still. I acted surprised and asked if she could feel this, and quickly latched my mouth into her nipple and swirled my tongue around it. She said sadly, no she couldn’t. We chatted about small things, me still positioned in front of her with her legs spread slightly, her bare pussy obscured by the jets. As we talked, I began to run my fingers, very softly, along the inside of her thighs. We chatted aimlessly about the music we were listening to, neither of us acknowledging my touching her beneath the foam of the the hot tub.
It was achingly slow. I wanted to badly to touch and explore her pussy. I was drunk, and so horny I could hardly see straight, but though the haze of the wine and my throbbing pussy, I was still cautious. I kept rubbing my fingertips along her thighs, long strokes from her hips down to her knees. I circled the inside of her thighs, not touching her pussy or even coming near to it. We went quiet, listening to the music playing. I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs again, but this time I came right to her pussy lips. I made the slightest contact with her pussy before moving my hands down. I noticed her chest moving up and down in the water, her breathing picking up pace. Emboldened, on my hands next stroke upward, my thumb found her clit and started slowly massaging it. Jess gasped a little bit, and I rubbed my fingers up and down her slit. She moaned very softly, the sound driving me crazy with lust.. With my other hand I pushed one finger slowly inside her. She felt so wet and slippery, and tight. I couldn’t believe it, here I was with my finger knuckle deep in my best friends pussy, my other hand circling around her clit in quicker and quicker circles. Jess let a second, louder moan escape and I started to finger her harder. I leaned into her body and kissed her neck, her hand moving into my hair. Her breathing became more erratic and her moaning got louder still, and I pushed a second finger in her pussy, still making sure to keep my other hand massaging her clit. Her breathing hitched, and I felt her pussy tighten and quiver around my fingers. It was honestly the hottest moment of my life so far, as I felt her hips buck and her pussy cum all because of my fingers. We both caught our breath, then pulled ourselves together and went inside, got ready for bed and went to sleep in separate rooms.
The next morning, as she was driving me home, Jess said out of the blue, “so, you definitely fingered me til I came last night. And I’m ok with that”. I laughed and said I was too, and that was that. There was never any awkwardness. We had a few more nude hot tub nights after that, but it never reached the level that night did, that is, until almost three years later. That’s a story for another time though ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7p9rfg/fun_in_the_hot_tub_ff_first_time