Over the weekend I've travelled with 2 of my girlfriends to the a Spa hotel in the Cotswolds to enjoy some R&R away from the hustle and bustle of the daily life.

After a very nice meal and champagne, followed by a good massage session and more champagne, you are catching up with us as we make our way back our accommodation:

The soft scent of lavender and warm vanilla lingered in the air as we stepped into our suite, our bodies still humming from the luxurious massages we’d indulged in that afternoon. The spa retreat had been a long-overdue escape for the three of us, just a weekend away to unwind, to bask in the bliss of hot stone therapy, deep tissue kneading, and the calming embrace of essential oils. But as we entered the room, wrapped in our hotel provided robes, something unspoken passed between us.

"Oh, that masseur had hands like a god!" murmured Lily, falling onto the soft king-sized bed and stretching her legs in utter bliss. "I'd swear that had he been just a little higher on my inner thighs, I would have melted on the spot."

Sophie chuckled softly, with slightly pink cheeks. "Tell me about it. I had to bite on my lip to avoid moaning."

I exhaled, laughing while shaking my head. "You think he didn't see it? The way that he lingered, how his fingers pressed down just a tad too deep and with a tickling touch? I swear he enjoyed it as much as we did."

We all laughed, but you could feel an undeniable charge in the air: a pleasant simmering, teasing and tantalizing. I leaned against the dresser, looking at my friends lounging in their robes, their skins still glowing from the fragrant oils.

The room was warmly lit and caught their curves in the most erotic ways.

Lily untied the sash of her robe slightly, revealing the barest glimpse of her collarbone and the valley between her breasts. "God, my whole body is still tingling. I don’t think I’ve felt like this in a very long time…" She trailed off, searching for the word. "Relaxed." Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Relaxed? or turned on?"

Silence stretched between us, thick with something unspoken yet understood. She caught my gaze, her lips parting as if to say something, but instead, she just smiled a slow, knowing smile that sent heat curling through my belly and made my nipples instantly erect. Her voice dropped to a languorous self-indulgent level.

"Both," Lily whispered finally, unashamed. "And judging by the looks on your faces, I’m definitely not the only one."

The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, without an ounce of hesitation, only increased that delicious thrill that I felt earlier. I wasn’t naive to the connection we all shared, to the closeness that had always existed between us. Late nights drinking wine, whispered confessions about fantasies we never dared admit to anyone else, the stolen glances, the brushes of fingertips that lingered just a little too long.

Sophie shifted on the bed, getting closer to Lily, her robe slipping down her shoulder, exposing the smooth expanse of her skin. "Maybe we should stop fighting it." Lily’s breath hitched. "Are we really doing this?" Sophie asked.

No one answered. We didn’t need to.

With slow steps, I left my post and joined the two on the massive bed.

Lily reached out first, her fingers tracing along my arm, feather-light, teasing. I shivered under her touch. It was all the encouragement Sophie needed. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my shoulder, the heat of her breath sending goosebumps across my skin. My robe loosened, the fabric slipping down to pool around my waist, leaving me exposed to their hungry gazes. "Gosh, you really keep yourself very fit!" exclaimed Sophie.

I turned my head slightly, my lips just inches from Sophie’s, feeling her breath mingle with mine. "You taste like champagne," I whispered, before finally closing the distance, pressing my mouth against hers in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, our tongues meeting in slow but precise strokes. I could already feel my pussy starting to soak. At the same time, Lily's hands started wondering, cupping my breasts, her thumbs flicking over my already sensitive nipples, making me arch into her touch.

I hesitated for a second and let out a quiet gasp, and when I pulled away, I saw that Lily had leaned into Sophie, their mouths exploring one another with the same mix of hesitancy and hunger. The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. Sophie’s hands found my waist, sliding over my hips, her nails dragging lightly over my overly-sensitised skin before dipping lower. I moaned softly, head tilting back and instinctively parted my legs as her fingers found the heat between my thighs, as she started testing, teasing and feeling the slickness gathering there.

The room filled with soft sighs, whispered names, the rustling of bed sheets and the hushed gasp of our bath robes slipping away. Hands explored, lips sought new territory, bodies tangled and intertwined beneath the warm lit room.

As Lily's tongue now traced circles around my erected nipples, Sophie's fingers delved deeper, drawing out gasps and moans that grew more desperate with every touch. Bedsheets were now soaked from my arousal and my body burned with every lingering stroke of tongue and fingertip. The wetness of eager mouths, the intoxicating scent of sex - thick in the air - it was overwhelming, consuming. Lily started trailing her heated kisses lower, her lips teasing my belly button, she went even lower... All of a sudden, felt her mouth pressing on my clit and her tongue slowly lapping up my juices. This was way too much for me to handle and my pussy spasmed with pleasure and an instant powerful orgasm that made me squirt uncontrollably. Lily did not act surprised one bit, and continued to lick everything clean.

Simultaneous with my release, felt Sophie moving on top of me and clenching my head with her thick thighs. I thought to myself, "Oh my good, she's actually sitting on my face!". Felt I had no choice but to open my mouth and start probing and tasted: She tasted delicious. Sophie took control of her movements, building up slowly, exquisitely, teasing herself to the edge only to pull back slightly, a delicious game of control and surrender until it became unbearable for her, judging by her juices that were now freely flowing down my face. A gasp, a shudder, and then release—a breathtaking, all-consuming wave that sent tremors through her body, with her moans swallowed by the warmth of Lily's waiting lips. My fingers clenched on her buttocks, her pussy tightly pressed on my mouth as her orgasm was slowly fading away.

A few long moments later, both Sophie and I turned our attention to Lily. She was laying on her back and my mouth slowly started licking her small but very perky breasts. I could feel her body erratically moving, and with the corner of my eye seen Sophie slowly kissing and sucking Lily's perfectly-groomed-and-red-painted toes. My left hand, moved slowly through her nave and reached between her legs. "Wow!", Lily had a clit piercing - "how exciting" I thought. Caught her pierced clit between my index and middle finger and slowly but firmly started to move in a circular motion. All I could hear now was Lily's gutural voice whispering, "Oh Fuck!", "Don't stop!", "There...", "I'm coming!" and immediately after that felt her pelvis pushing harder against my hand with her body shivering under a powerful orgasm.

Seeing this, Sophie voice pierced the room " Lily, now come and sit on my face, I really want to taste your orgasm juices". Lily obliged and slowly lowered herself onto Sophie's mouth while arching her back expertly. This left her firm derrière exposed and I really felt like going for it. Slowly, started circling her pinkish arse with my tongue then parting her lips and continued licking. Sophie's tongue and mine touched a few times, fighting for middle ground over Lily's pussy and as erotic as this was, I eventually just settled with my own territory and continued probing Lily's arse with my tongue.

As Lily was so accessible at this point, I slowly inserted 2 fingers into her soaking wet pussy, thinking to myself "Gosh, she's tight..." and started massaging her g-spot which was not difficult to find at all. The combined motion of Sophie's mouth on her clit, my fingers firmly pressing on her g-spot plus my tongue probing her back door, took Lily over the edge in an instant, with a series of loud moans that I thought would get other guests complaining to the management.

The night stretched on, bodies writhing, slick with sweat and need, countless orgasms, until exhaustion claimed us. No part of us was left undiscovered as we surrendered to pure sensation, indulging in the pleasure we had only ever imagined. We collapsed into each other, limbs entwined, the hum of satisfaction filling the air. No words were needed - just the warmth of lingering touches, the softness of contented sighs, and the unspoken promise that this was only the beginning.