It has been a while since we last saw our friends. This time we met in Spain, where they have a villa. As always, she captivated me with her subtle sensuality. I could feel the tension between us, as if it were yesterday that we last touched. The memory of what happened in the kitchen is still vivid in my mind.
As always, we are spending a lot of time together, exploring the area, and sharing moments of conversation and laughter. They have a spa on their upper veranda, and after enjoying a few glasses of wine, we decide to take a dip and have another glass of wine. The four of us slip into the warm, bubbly water and settle in. It's not too long before she asks if it is okay for her to take her top off. Of course, I don't mind, but my wife is quite shy and doesn't like to remove her top.
I cannot help but gaze at her bare upper body, immersed in the water, and I involuntarily start to feel aroused. The mere idea of her breasts beneath the foamy water adds to the sensuality. I know she likes it when I look at her, but I can't make it too obvious in case her husband and my wife notice. She looks into my eyes and emerges from the water, with her nipples barely visible. It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to avoid staring, so I have to look away. Everyone else seems oblivious to what is happening.
A few minutes pass, and I feel her leg against mine, sliding up my thigh. I look up at her and notice the smallest smile on her face, as she gently bites her lower lip. She moves her leg away, but soon after, I feel it against me again. This time, I can feel that she has something between her toes. I reach down and feel the fabric of her bikini bottoms between my fingers... My heart races with excitement and I become aroused at the thought of her now-exposed pussy so close to me.
As her foot continues up my thigh, she just barely touches me. Her eyes widen a little as she feels how aroused I am. I feel her opening her legs just a little, and I imagine I can see her hand touching herself. I look over at my wife, and she seems to be deep in conversation with her husband. I can't see, but it almost seems like their legs are touching, and she appears a little flushed. Perhaps it's the warm water.
I look back at her, and she has now put her head back and appears to be breathing deeply. Her foot continues to touch me, so I lower my hand to my swimsuit and adjust myself. Her foot finds my bare skin, and she rubs me as much as she can. As I watch her, I can see that she must be close to orgasm, but she is controlling herself so that no one else can tell.
Quietly, she lets out a deep sigh, and I can feel her shuddering against my leg as she reaches climax. No one else seems to have noticed. They seem a little distracted. She smiles at me and then says it's her bedtime. She suggests that we go to one of their favorite beaches tomorrow, and we all say goodnight.
The next day, after breakfast, we gather our beach gear and make our way to their beach. Lots of beaches in Spain are nudist beaches, and I have never been to one. We reached our destination and carried our beach essentials, including a couple of large umbrellas, to a spot that appeared familiar to them. It has a beautiful view of the beach and the crystal-clear water. They waste no time stripping down to nothing, but we hesitate as we have never experienced a nudist beach before. My wife is quite shy, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to contain my excitement.