Taking a towel and patting herself dry, Maria sprawled gracefully out under the blazing hot sun to catch every last ray of the quick tanning heat. Her almost naked body was already stained a becoming coppertone though this was only her third day at the Riviera. Another three weeks of this, she sighed blissfully. Another three weeks of doing nothing but relax. Heaven!
The girl lying beside her lit a cigarette and put it between Maria's lips. She watched as Maria drew deeply on the king-size filter then blew a long stream of blue smoke out into the windless air.
Her name was Sandra. She had nothing to do with Intelligence but worked as a secretary in Washington D.C. She had met Maria at a party and the two girls had been very close friends ever since. This was their first holiday together, the first time for two years that Maria had been able to get away in between her assignments.
Sandra knew that her friend worked for Western Intelligence, but had no idea of the important capacity she held. That was something Maria refused to talk about to anyone.
Maria and Sandra both intended to get as tanned and sun-baked as possible. Sandra slipped her arms out of her bikini top. Although her breasts couldn't be compared in actual size with those of Maria's, Sandra certainly owned two lovely and well-shaped globes. They were half out of their cups, the edge of her red nipples just visible.
Too bad we can't sunbathe in the nude, she thought. I suppose it's against the local laws, but it seems such a nuisance that we've got to cover ourselves up like this when the place is so deserted. She glanced behind them. The beach stretched for some 50 yards to their rear, and then the trees took over, the verdant scent wafting through the still air and adding to their pleasure.
“Do you really think anyone's likely to come along and see us?' Sandra asked. 'And even if they did, would it matter all that much?'
Maria glanced up lazily. ”I think that's a great idea!' she exclaimed. 'Why on earth didn't we think of it before? We can soon slip our bikinis on again if we hear a boat approaching. Here, you untie mine and I'll do yours.'
She pulled loose the bow which kept Sandra's bikini-bra up and the flimsy material dropped to the soft sand. Turning, Maria presented her back to Sandra and felt the girl perform the same service for her. 'Mmmm, that's better!' she sighed. 'Pants as well?'
'Why not?' Sandra smiled. 'If we're going to expose ourselves we might as well go all the way!'
They stood up and within a few seconds were stripped of their swimming costumes, two deliciously naked and beautiful girls in a setting of breathtaking natural beauty.
As they settled down to get themselves tanned, Sandra exclaimed: 'Hey, wait a minute! Our breasts and tummies are going to be burnt like hell 'if we don't smother them with lotion, not to mention our asses! We'd better rub ourselves with it.'
The girl reached out for the suntan oil and unscrewed the cap, tipping the heavy tan liquid into the palm of her hand. She began to apply it to the round, soft orbs of her breasts, rubbing the lotion thoroughly and deeply into the firm dumplings.
Maria watched her, waiting for her turn for the oil. Her eyes seemed to be transfixed by Sandra's massaging of her breasts; they stared in fascination as the girl carefully stroked and fondled them, gradually making her titties shine with the thick, oily mixture.
The red nipples were soon made taut and smaller by Sandra's handling of them. The buds protruded fiercely from the middle of each globe, sticking out in a proud, unashamed erection.
Maria licked her lips as she imagined what it would be like to actually touch the hard buttons, to fondle them and pinch them between her fingers. She had never made a pass at Sandra during their fairly long association; not because she wasn't attracted to the girl, but because she was afraid of repulsing her and frightening her away. She genuinely liked Sandra as a friend and rather than give in to her quite frequent lesbian impulses, she preferred to get her sex kicks elsewhere and keep Sandra as a platonic companion.
But Sandra had herself suggested that they take off their bikinis. Maria wondered if the idyllic Riviera atmosphere had brought out a latent homosexuality in her friend.
And surely Sandra was taking rather a long time about anointing her breasts with the oil? Maria mused over the girl's reaction. Should she make a tentative hint that they get to know each other more intimately? Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, she decided at last.
Sandra was now turning her attention to her belly; rubbing the sun oil firmly into the white patch across her abdomen which had been covered by the bikini pants. She glanced up, met Maria's eyes and smiled.
“It'll be nice to look brown all over, won't it?' she said. 'I've always thought how silly it was to have those white places on your body, they look so unsightly. Don't you agree?'
Maria nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her mouth felt dry and her pulse was already racing. Sandra completed her front and poured some more oil into her hands. She turned, kneeling up on the towel, and began to rub the sun lotion into her buttocks; pressing her fingers firmly into the cheeks and giving them a long, very thorough massage.
Maria could catch brief glimpses of the girl's actual anus as Sandra pulled her ass cheeks open and stroked the scented lotion into her full-fleshed crevice.
Finally, Maria realized that, unconsciously or not, Sandra was doing everything possible to ask for a sexy intimacy with her. An idea occurred to her. It would enable Sandra to decide for herself whether she really wanted to 'do things' with her friend or draw back at the last moment.
Maria pressed her hands into the sand, letting the fine particles stick to her fingers. When Sandra had at last finished with the suntan lotion, she reached out for the bottle, then stopped.
“Damn!' she exclaimed. “Just look at my hands. I've got sand all over them! Now I'll have to go back in the water and wash it off. What a damned nuisance!'
Almost immediately, Sandra said: “You don't have to do that, Maria. I’ll give you a rub if you like. You don't particularly want to get all wet again, do you?'
'Not really!' Maria replied. “It's very nice of you, Sandra. Are you sure you don't mind?'
'Of course I don't.' Sandra laughed. “Why should I? We're both girls, aren't we? Don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you that I shouldn't!' She reached out her hand and playfully pushed Maria backwards until the girl was lying stretched out full length on the white beach towel.
The sudden movement caused her fabulous breasts to loll sexily, the huge orbs swaying from side to side on her chest. Sandra raised her eyebrows, staring down at them appreciatively.
'Oh, you've really got a pair, haven't you, Maria!' she exclaimed. 'They're lovely, absolute beauties!'
'Glad you like them,' Maria murmured. She closed her eyes against the dazzling white sun, but could sense Sandra's gaze fixed steadfastly on her tittles. The girl's breath seemed to have quickened. In the absolute still, broken only by the soft, gentle lapping of the frothy white waves on the beach, she could hear her friend's sharp intake of air as the girl studied her breasts from a very close viewpoint. Mentally she could also picture Sandra's eyes narrowing lustfully and her own far-from-inadequate tits hanging low as she bent down over Maria's nude body.
Sandra's hand began to tremble slightly as she reached down to Maria's right breast. The fingers were well-coated with the suntan oil, now hovering a mere inch or two from the voluptuous surface of her friend's ripe cherry-nipple.
She didn't dare to stop and analyze her emotions. Not now, anyway. She only knew that she wanted more than anything else in the whole world to stroke and press her fingers into the twin mounds of beautiful breast flesh beneath her. Whether it was right or wrong to want to do this, she refused to even consider. The urgent need to 'cup Maria's tittles with her palms and gently massage the softness of the girl's exposed orbs was too strong to be denied.
Then came the magical, beautiful moment! Sandra pressed her fingers, tentatively at first, but with growing firmness, into the yielding orb. It felt so sexy, so terribly sexy, she thought. Moistening her lips, the girl began to massage the breast.
Her other hand also came down and cupped Maria's other breast. Together, they gave the two breasts a lingering, firm and thorough massage, smothering them with the richly perfumed oil until they were both glistening and shiny.
When her fingers brushed inevitably across the bright red nipples, Sandra felt a jolt of sensuous pleasure.
