Childhood Friends: Part 3

 Francesca’s Garden of Pleasures

By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I
woke to a feeling of bliss, still flanked by two beautiful women, one
of them my beloved Beth. She smiled as she always did when we woke
together. "Hi."

"Hi yourself."

I felt Francesca stirring. "Buongiorno" she wished us as she stretched luxuriantly.

She
sat up, and as always I couldn't help my eyes being drawn to her
breasts. "Such a lovely day," she observed as the sunlight slanted in
through the gap in the curtains.

Beth nodded. "Perhaps we could all go out somewhere?"

Francesca thought for a moment. "I know a place."

She got out of bed, starting to dress, and Beth reached to touch her arm. "You don't need to go."

Francesca
smiled. "I think you two lovers need a little time to yourselves,
maybe? I will go back to my room, take shower, I see you at breakfast."

She deftly tied the fastening of her dress in place, and she was gone, closing the door behind her.

Beth turned over, and I wrapped my arms around her. "She's very considerate."

Beth nodded, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "Wow, last night really worked, didn't it."

My expression was thoughtful, even a little puzzled. "We didn't quite stick to the plan, did we?"

Beth smirked. "You men and your plans. What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't think there was any time when she and I were both giving attention to your breasts."

Beth acknowledged my point. "Something still to look forward to, then."

I hesitated. "And the way I was in her, you and I haven't done exactly that, have we. I'm sorry."

Beth
looked surprised, putting her hand on mine. "You were worried about
that? Don't be silly. Anyway, I prefer to see your face, usually. Not
that we shouldn't try it sometime."

She smiled. "Anything else?"

It was my turn to show surprise. "Well, um, you and she didn't, you know, there,”

Beth's response was a shiver of anticipation. "Now that, I definitely hope we put right today."

She
took a deep breath. "Right, time for a shower so we can get going
straight after breakfast. I wonder where Francesca has in mind, ?"

When
we walked into the dining room, Francesca was already at the table we'd
shared the previous morning. "The girl will bring your usual
breakfast," she grinned.

She'd
changed into a summer dress, still elegant but more suitable for a
casual day out, and her dark hair was caught into a neat ponytail. "Any
clues on where we're going?" I hinted.

"It is very close, but also private," came her enigmatic response.

When
we'd finished eating, Francesca bent down to pick up a blanket she'd
kept under her chair, incidentally giving me a clear view down her
cleavage, confirming that as yesterday she hadn't felt a bra was
necessary to her outfit. "Follow me."

She
led us into the hotel's back garden, the grass neatly trimmed but the
shrubs and bushes less and less well-tended as we moved further in.
Finally we reached a high brick wall almost entirely concealed by
overgrowth, and Francesca carefully stepped forward, pulling the ivy
aside to reveal a wooden door, its iron latch showing signs of rust but
still solid.

She pushed the door open with some effort, and turned to us. "Please, enter."

Beth stepped through first, and I followed. "Wow,”

We
were in a walled garden, trees and shrubs wildly overgrown, but with an
inviting mossy lawn in t