Though both of our hubbies traveled a lot, Fran and I couldn't get together that often. This evening, I drove over to Fran's place dressed in my favorite short red skirt and a skin-tight black pullover. Fran had come to expect me without underwear, and tonight was no exception. When she came to the door, she looked at my protruding nipples, handed me a glass of rose, and grabbed hers off an end table. Fran wore a see-through night dress without matching panties. She was growing a little patch in front. I'm sure it drove her husband crazy, and it was doing that for me. Her nipples told the same story as mine. We kissed briefly, sipped the wine, and set the glasses back down. We were already too wet to hold off our passion.
Our arms drew us tightly together. Our breasts slid up and down against each other as we began deep, murmuring kisses. I felt my insides swelling up as she reached for the fabric hiding my boobs. I squeezed her nipples through the silky mesh of her night dress. Her knee came up between my legs. I felt the skirt’s cloth against my smooth-shaved lips. I moaned quietly as she rubbed her leg there. When she lowered her foot, I pushed my own knee into her night-dress and between her legs. Her cool moisture soaked through to my bare leg.
I wanted to touch her beautiful orbs. The night-dress had a deep V reaching down to her navel. I pulled it apart and lifted those globes up to where I could play with them and reach them with my mouth. "Oh, yes, yes," she spoke as I licked and sucked them one by one. A tug at the shoulders dropped the night dress to the floor. I pushed her back, back toward her bedroom. Partway there, she grabbed my arm and dragged me in there almost running. The bedcovers had already been pulled over. I shoved her back onto the bed with her legs hanging over.
"Oh, Nancy, Nancy," she exclaimed as my tongue worked its way down to her navel and circled there. Her legs flew apart showing me how wet and inflamed the flesh around her vagina was. I pulled her lips apart to see more of her dampness and find her bud. She screamed when I tasted it. She writhed when my fingers played at her opening. "Fuck me. Fuck me," she begged. I pursed my lips around her clit and slid two fingers in.
I fucked her like that until I could tell she was ready. Then I took out my fingers and lifted her butt to allow my tongue to enter her love hole. A gush of her juices ran over my chin and down to her rear as her orgasm exploded. "Don't stop. Don't stop," she grunted. My thumb found her little nub and pressed it with a circular motion. My tongue continued to lap at her gushing vagina. Her juices had run down to her anus, and I used my other thumb to lubricate her rim and penetrate her there. A series of guttural moans told me she was finished.
When she tugged at my shoulders, I knew it was my turn. She tore off my pullover as she dragged me up to lie side by side with her on the bed. We covered each other's faces with kisses as we played roughly with each other's boobs. That ended quickly as she moved downward to my chest and reached under my skirt. Somehow, the skirt came off. She sucked hard on my nipples, one by one, while her hand rubbed forcefully against my bare sex. My back arched in response as I exhaled loudly. She shoved two fingers deep into my vagina and wrapped her mouth around my mound. Her tongue played between my lips as she chewed on my mound.
Within seconds, a fire from my toes to my scalp lit off a screaming orgasm. My whole body shook and rocked. "I'm gonna pee. I'm gonna pee," my pussy told me when she entered me with her tongue. Instead a gush of my sex juices washed over her face. I arched my back uncontrollably for an unbelievably long time while she used my cum to rim my asshole with her finger and plunged her tongue in and out of my sex. Then it was over. I collapsed back against a pillow, panting, covered in sweat.
Fran kissed my legs and my pussy and worked her way up to my face. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect that to happen," I told her as I licked off her cheeks and lips. The musky aroma of our love making filled our nostrils as we pecked at each other. A leg pressed against each of our swollen pussies.
The moment came when Fran mentioned an idea that had been percolating in her imagination, "There's a pub with bands and dancing in an old warehouse down in Annapolis. Never know what might happen there."
"When?" I asked.
"It's only 5 o'clock. We could go tonight."
"I don't even have panties on," I complained.
"Won't that be a surprise for someone," she countered. "But I should probably lend you a pair for your purse," she added after a few moment's thought. "Never know what might be running down your leg on the way home," she giggled.
Considering the heat of our romp that was just wearing off, we decided we'd better shower, which we did together, soapy hands gliding over each other's bodies, which included special attention to special places. When the soap was gone, we fingered each other until we both came again.
We got dressed. Fran's skirt was just as short as mine, and she also chose to put her underwear in her purse.
"I guess we won't be waiting for the next crab fest," I quipped as I rode shotgun in Fran's SUV.
Fran and I sat at a booth and ordered our drinks. When they came and we had a sip, we stepped out onto the tiny dance floor. On maybe the third dance, we watched two very put together men get up from their table and approach us just as the music got slower.
"Two ladies shouldn't have to dance with each other," one of the men said to us. Then, suddenly getting embarrassed, "Uh. Unless. You know." I noticed a heavy accent. Was it French?
I smiled at Fran and then replied, "Are you asking to dance with us?" Not waiting for an answer, I turned to one of them and took his hand. Fran did likewise. After a couple fast dances, I suggested, "Why don't we sit down?"
"I'm Giovanni, but you can call me Gio," the taller one said.
"I'm Edoardo. Ed," the man who danced with me said. "We're from Italy."
Fran and I introduced ourselves. "What brings you two to America?" I asked.
"We're here for some training at the Naval Academy," Ed replied.
"You're, like, officers? In your navy?" Fran asked.
They nodded.
"Where's your ship?" I asked.
"La Spezia," they replied in unison. "We flew here," Ed added.
Having seen their rings, I teased them, "Two married Italians hitting on two married American girls."
"Well attitudes are a bit relaxed for us," Gio replied. I wasn’t sure I could believe that but I didn’t object when I felt his hand on my leg under the table.
“Oh my,” I thought. Things were moving along quickly. I reached behind his arm and put my hand on the side of his leg. Gio's fingers started to pull up my skirt. I wondered if Fran noticed, but Ed's hand wasn't on the table either. Gio's hand moved up the inside of my leg.