Sara and Abby (Sara's Summer Abroad) Read Free

again.”
     
                Sara
felt her stomach tighten at these words.  Nobody had ever said that to her
before.  It sounded delicious.  Abby tugged Sara’s t-shirt off, and grabbed at Sara’s
jeans, unbuttoning them.  Sara slid her hand down her pants.
     
                Abby
grabbed the top of Sara’s jeans, and pulled hard, tugging them down to Sara’s
thighs.  Sara wriggled a bit, and kicked the jeans off, then reached around and
unclasped her bra.  The cool air felt wonderful on her hard nipples. 
     
                “C’mon,
kid, keep up,” Abby chided.
     
                Dutifully,
Sara wriggled out of her panties, and sat down next to Abby, as Abby began to
finger herself slowly.  Sara ran her hands over her breasts, sending waves of
warmth through her chest, into her stomach.
     
                “Hang
on.  I have something for us,” Abby grinned, as she got off the bed, and pulled
a bottle of something out of her pajama bottoms.  
     
                “What
is it?”
     
                “You’ll
see.  Lay down.  You need a massage.”
     
                Sara
did as she was told – what was it about anything Abby requested? – and
shuddered as she felt the cool baby oil drip onto her back.
     
                “Oooo. 
That’s cold,” Sara shuddered.
     
                “It
won’t be for long.”  Abby began to massage Sara’s back slowly, running her
hands down Sara’s spine.  Sara moaned as Abby slid lower and lower towards
Sara’s ass each time Abby slid her hands down Sara’s back.
     
                “You’re
beautiful, Sara,” Abby whispered.  Sara closed her eyes, feeling her pussy
swell.
     
                 Abby’s
hands massaged Sara’s ass, then slid down to her thighs.  Sara felt more oil
pour onto her thighs, and Abby begin to massage each thigh with a separate
hand.  Sara felt on fire.  Her stomach was warm, almost throbbing, and her
nipples slid against the bedding as Abby rubbed, causing them to harden more,
and sending waves of warmth through Sara. 
     
                “Now,
you do me,” Abby cooed, as she fell face first onto the bed.  Slowly Sara came
back to her senses, and realized it was her turn.  Sara knelt up, straddled
Abby’s thighs, and poured some oil onto Abby’s back, rubbing slowly, in small
circles, up Abby’s back.  Abby put her hands under her head, and moaned softly.
     
                There
was an artistic quality to the curve of Abby’s back, and Sara stared at it,
mesmerized.  She began to slide her hands slowly up and down Abby’s back, her
fingers grazing the sides of Abby’s breasts.  Sara grabbed Abby’s hips, pulling
slightly, and smelled Abby’s scent as it wafted upward.  Sara poured oil onto
Abby’s ass, and watched the droplets slide languidly down Abby’s hips.  Sara
began to massage Abby’s ass.
     
                “Mmmm. 
That feels so good,” Abby cooed, closing her eyes, and pushing her ass up
slightly.
     
                Sara’s
thumbs slid into the middle of Abby’s ass, parting her cheeks slightly, and
exposing Abby’s ass and pussy.  There were three small droplets on the lips of
Abby’s pussy.  Sara smiled to herself as she slid her hands down Abby’s
thighs. 
     
                Suddenly,
Abby flipped over, onto her back, and sat up, grabbing the bottle of oil. 
“Now, I want to show you.”  Abby leaned back against the wall, her knees next
to her face, as she poured the oil generously over her breasts.  Sara watched
it drip quickly down Abby’s tummy, into her crotch.  Sara sat back, and pinched
her nipples.
     
                Abby
tossed the bottle to Sara.  “Your turn,” Abby grinned.  Sara took the bottle,
and poured it over her breasts, rubbing them slowly.  The feeling was
electric.  Sara arched her