I've known Blondie for years now. She's a real little bombshell. She doesn't walk down the street: she insinuates her way through the crowd oozing sex. When I walk along with her it always amuses me the looks she gets from guys; and builders? Forget about it...
She looks kinda like a cross between Scarlett Johansen and Madonna (she'll love me for saying that). Petite, size 8 with curves — quite simply she has a body that's made for sex.
She's a good mate, and as I say I've known her for years. We've messed around infrequently and about 70% of these dalliances have happened after 4am when we're both absolutely off our faces or as stolen risky moments, like her blowing me in a toilet whilst all our friends are outside banging to get in whilst we pretend we're just doing bumps. Only recently have we started to mess around when sober and it's been pretty fucking amazing.
She's had a couple of boyfriends for most of the time we've known each other, so that's stopped us getting up to no good in the main, but it didn't stop us flirting. Or whilst at work talking on instant chat all sorts of filth and dirty scenarios when we're drunk or hungover. You see she's very much like me in mindset. She's basically a guy in a girls very fuckable body.
Things stepped up last year when we were away with a bunch of friends for about five days in the French sun. To save on costs Blondie and I ended up agreeing to share a room. So we flew together, hired a car and headed off on a road trip through the French countryside to the first hotel. The first night we all went out for a meal - one of those meals where the food, whilst really good, seems to be more just an accompaniment to all the wine and champagne that's flowing.
The restaurant is closing and so we all roll back to the hotel bar where it's just our group and the barmen. We are by the point all very drunk so when someones suggests the idea of a late night swim, having a prior history of losing clothing when drunk, I think it's a genius idea.
Only myself, Blondie and an aussie guy we'd just met still felt it was a good idea once the remark gave birth to action. When the three of us venture out, we're greeted by a cloudy night and a dark deserted pool. It's framed on three sides by hotel rooms but it's late, so no lights are on. An exploratory hand in the water reveals that the pool isn't heated, and it is coooold. However Blondie typically steps up to the challenge, pulls her dress up over her head and shows the two big macho guys how to not fuck around by diving straight in. She surfaces to us laughing and replies with a loud "FUCK ME IT'S COLD!"
So me and aussie strip down to our underwear and plunge into the water. And is IS cold. After a few minutes and aussie's constitution which is seemingly built for warmer climes, makes him have to get out and head back to his room to get warm. Which just leaves me a Blondie.
By now I'm used to the water, and since I'm swimming about it's not so bad, I swim down to the shallow end and lean back against the pool wall. Right on cue the clouds part and a half moon throws soft light down on us. The cold black water now becomes an undulating shattered mirror. I remember this because as Blondie walked in the shallows towards me she left a spreading silver 'V' trailing behind her like a mercury wedding train attached to her hips. The water had made her nipples rock hard, her tits perky, taut and high. We were both smiling, laughing, drunk and euphoric from the cold water and situation, so when we first hug, it's exactly that, just a hug. But as soon as our warm wet bodies touch, it instantly becomes more. Her nipples press into my chest and my dick (probably pretty unimpressive from the cold) is up against her stomach, we both look each other deep in the eyes and kiss with really soft open lips, which carry on into slow tongues, hands sliding up and down on wet flesh, mine pulling her by her ass into me closer - only she pulls away and says we should get back to the bar.
Back in the bar we're given heavy duty spirits in heavy bottomed glasses, cigarettes, smiles and assorted gender based compliments/insults that you can probably imagine.
That night history repeated itself with raucous (there was biting, spitting and slapping), drunken (memories are shady) messing around.
The thing with us is that even though we flirt just about all the time, it ebbs and flows, building to a crescendo where we'll maybe end up doing something, but even then you're never quite sure - and that's the hot thing about it, it's never a foregone conclusion. It's more just that there's a constant threat of sex in the room when we're together. For example we were out at a fashion launch party a week or so ago, we'd been texting some dirty stuff to each other earlier in the day so the scene had been set a little. We're standing side by side at the free bar and it's rammed. So I turn towards her a little and my hand reaches up under her skirt and between her legs, my fingers stroking her plump lips before settling on her clit. We carry on talking (albeit rubbish, the words come out of both our mouths but there's nothing being said) and she grinds against my hand. No one can tell, no one can see, and it's hot. We did nothing else, we went our separate ways at the end of the night and that was that. I like that.
So now you know Blondie. You'll be reading more about her.
There are two things I want to tell you about that happened on this trip, one is a car journey and the other is the happenings within an apartment.
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