Old Friends

It was Wednesday and Angelina was nervously preparing a special lunch. She had made little butterfly cakes, eclairs, mini sausage rolls, sandwiches, etc and was just starting to work on a mixed salad. she had laid the kitchen table with precision. a pink tablecloth, immaculately ironed, on it her carefully prepared foodstuffs. she went to the fridge and removed a jug of ice cold milk for the coffee and laid that on the table too. she checked her watch for the fiftieth time that hour! she had worn clothes that she thought a housewife might be expected to wear, a white blouse with a frilled collar and a floral print skirt, a neat apron round her and her hair pinned up into a neat bun. She had not been able to bring herself to abandon her stockings and lace panties, the kind that tied at the sides. She wore a white satinised suspender belt with tan stockings and a matching bra. you may be wondering why Angelina was so agitated... the reason I am sure was something most of us would get worried about. An old lover was coming to visit, an old female lover that Angelina still held a flame for.

They had kept in touch but had never met in person for many years. Tracey and Angelina had been very close; she had been Angelina's bridesmaid. Vincent, Angelina and Tracey had been the best of friends but Angelina had began to get sick of the way Tracey had treated her new husband, as a new toy, and something that Angelina would become bored with. They didn't fall out, just drift apart and Angelina was eager to show that her quieter ways and wedded bliss was all she had hoped. Whatever image she was trying to give Tracey was not a true one! Vincent and herself were very happy together but they were not the tame couple she was trying to portray, they indulged their sexual fantasies with one another and other people, the lust for each other had only grown as they learned to trust completely and experiment further, probing the boundaries of pain and pleasure. She checked her watch again and smoothed down her skirt and apron. 

Tracey pulled up along side Angelina's house in her low-bodied black sports car. A successful masseuse (with the added extras available) was able to afford life's little luxuries! she was nervous. She opened the door and swung one leg out of the door, careful not to snag her hold ups. Her black leather mini skirt riding up her tanned hips. She loved to show off still and was hoping that maybe someone was watching her get out of her eye-catching car, watching her, her legs parting, trying to catch a glimpse of her young trimmed pussy. They wouldn't today she had worn a tiny lace thong. She smiled to herself still feeling the nerves of meeting Angelina again. She pushed the door shut and strode up to the house, remote locking the car over her shoulder. Her loose long blonde hair ruffling in the breeze. She arrived at the front door and knocked, then opened the door and walked in. Angelina walked out of the kitchen, removing her apron and they met each other. They both smiled whilst looking each other over. Tracey was only slightly plump and taller than Angelina was. She had generous breasts under her pink cashmere crop top and a small round belly pushing against the front of her leather skirt. Angelina could see she wore no bra the chill of the day having raised her nipples, she knew just how she would look under that top to, she felt heat rise within her. Tracey looked a bit shocked at Angelina's appearance. It was an awkward moment and Angelina put her arms around her friend and cuddled her." it's so good to see you" she said. That broke the ice and Tracey hugged her, fighting back tears. Then she let go and stood back. She began to chuckle and then laugh! "Well in a thousand years I would never have thought to see you looking so.. so.. homely!" Angelina laughed now and did a twirl, "don't you like it?" and she slid her skirt up to bear her stockings and satin clad rump, all thoughts of trying to pretend to be what she was not were gone. Tracey laughed aloud "now that I recognise!”

All felt right again and Angelina hooked her friend’s arm to guide her through the house. Tracey glanced at all the photographs of Angelina and Vincent along the walls. "I see you still like your photo's as much". "Yes" said Angelina.. "I will find some of our old ones later, I’m sure we would get a laugh looking through them and I can show you new ones.. I am on the web now!" Tracey looked at Angelina to see if she was joking! "Really" she said. "Oh yes" Angelina replied "and if you still like what you used to you are going to like my site!". Tracey flushed; it seemed only a heartbeat since the last time they shared a bed together.
They both went into the kitchen and Tracey was met by the sight of the extremely well laden table, "is all this for me" she said astounded. Angelina chuckled, "you know I cook when I’m nervous". "You must have been very nervous then hunny!" Tracey laughed. Angelina was standing in front of her, the nape of her neck exposed over the collar of her blouse. Tracey felt a tingle creep up her spine, she reached a hand forward and gently stroked the back of her friends neck, the tiny hairs on Angelina's neck raising up from the contact, there was still something there between them. Angelina turned to her and Tracey leaned forward for a kiss. "I’ve missed you, gorgeous" she said and then their lips met. Tracey lifted her hands and held Angelina's face as their lips brushed against each other softly, their lips parting slightly, Angelina sucking Tracey's bottom lip into her own mouth and biting down gently and letting it go again. Tracey licked along her mouth and then pushed her tongue through Angelina's plump full lips into her hot mouth. Angelina jumping slightly when she met the piercing on Traceys’ long tongue. 

They kissed harder, moving hands over each other’s bodies; lips locked in a long sensual embrace, tongues twisting together. They broke apart, "I am happier now, babe" said Tracey "but I’m not much interested in your cakes, I’d prefer pie right now!” "Know what I mean hunny?". Angelina laughed "I know exactly what you mean, you bad bitch!" Angelina pulled up the front of her skirt and took her friend’s right hand and pushed it against the material of her panties. Tracey gasped in delight at the damp material and the heat radiating from it. She let go of her hand and grasped Traceys breast, Tracey's hand not falling away from Angelina's mound but beginning to stroke it. Angelina could feel the nipple stiffen below the soft woollen fabric. Tracey rubbed along Angelina's engorged lips through her panties, that material getting wet and pushed them in to rub at her clit through the material. Angelina groaned, lifting the front of Traceys top and putting her hands on each breast there, squeezing them and lowering her head to suck and tease her nipples. Tracey stepped back and knelt before her friend, she smiled up at her and held the sides of her now soaking white lace panties and pulled at the lace ties.