Bridget lay relaxing in the hot tub in her large and secluded English back garden,

with her arms outstretched on either side of the wooden frame.

Her 34D boobs only being held back from breaking free of the water by her swim vest as the tub's hot jets massaged all around her.

Enjoying the hot water whilst lazily staring at the midday sun in the sky above,

Bridget's best friend, Isabel, walked slowly up to the hot tub from the large country house.

Hey, gorgeous!

beamed Isabel as she stepped onto the decking where the hot tub was affixed.

Bridget smiled at her in return as Isabel began to slide out of her robe,

letting it fall casually to the floor as she stepped into the warm water of the hot tub.

Bridget watched as Isabel slid slowly and carefully into the water,

her long blonde hair falling down her tall, toned, and tanned body, as her tiny red bikini

slid out of Bridget's view under the water's surface. The only red remaining above

the surface now was Isabel's red lips and painted red fingernails. Oh, this is lovely,

purred Isabel as she sat down and relaxed into the tub,

"'stretching her legs out in front of her.

"'Blushing, Bridget smiled again in response,

"'but kept her eyes up at the sky

"'in the hope that Isabel had not seen her staring at her stunning body as she climbed into the hot tub.

Brigid had fancied Isabel from the moment they met ten years ago at a work conference.

Now both were 34 years old.

She had never led on to Isabel how she felt. In fact, she had never even told her

friend that she was into women, as she was too shy to admit it. In so many ways, Isabel was the

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