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Bessière inaudibly retreated to the grand bathhouse with Mireille to wash up, after a trip to the stables and downtown where they had lunch, swam and romped together in the sea. It was now the afternoon, the large floor to ceiling window at the wall displayed the scenery, a burgundy flaming sun beginning to set beneath the mist
Mireille stepped into the large area, she hastily began to undo her boots and waistcoat, her pants were a nice mild peacock blue and her waistcoat was a diamond trim. She cared deeply about how she dressed and did’t stress it enough. Under her regalia she wore a tight fitting lime green bikini. Her top part had two fragile thinning straps intersecting near her neck at the collarbone, holding together her thick bronze breasts which maintained a nice seductive tan line.
Bessière watched Mireille undress with an appreciative gaze, still respectful ever so slightly before she removed her much simpler regalia. She looked down at her body shamefully, her sharp and evaluative eyes traced the flimsy face retaining her assets with flushed cheeks. She muttered something about it being okay, assuring herself that “barely anyone had seen her in such a provoking bralette”. But Mireille wouldn’t forget the sight of her in that.
Bessière came up to behind Mireille and naturally began helping her undo her bikini, her pale fingers gently helping untie the lace from the back.
“Did you enjoy the day?” Bessière tenderly lisped in Mireille’s ear, causing the other girl to blush and hotter up under this gentle fingers. Yet she let her continue in undressing her.
“Yes.” Murats replied with a smile.
Once they were both undressed, they settled into the shallow waters.
“How was your day?” Mireille questioned, peeking up at Bessière who helped her groom her hair.
The other girl leaned down to Mireille’s shoulder and hummed softly. “My day? It was well. Although, I’m still feeling sore from our last campaign.”
“Sore, huh?” A smirk made its way onto Mireille’s wet face, she turned fully to look at Bessière, the water sloshing to and fro as she’d done so. Her slender hands came up and took her best friends shoulders and they inched behind them. She thumbed down on the throbbing spot of Bessière’s shoulders, earning a pliant moan from her and then an arched eyebrow.
“This…this is highly improper.” Bessière mumbled, the heat from the large bath and the inner warmness in herself suddenly making her a bit breathless. Every inch closer to her body, the air got more stuck in her throat.
Mireille drew back with a silly smile and a halfhearted shrug, she waved it off and her cheekbones raised as her tender smile did. “It was just a joke…lighten up!” She placed a hand on Bessière’s thigh.
Later, they exited the bathhouse and continued down to the changing rooms. Down there, the walls were towering, with a window yet again displaying the scenery, Bessière took a seat next to Mireille on the bench. Not a cloth hugged her body, Mireille had withdrew the only towel.
Mireille noticed and took the towel off her body, she stood up and sat on Bessière’s thigh and draped the towel over them both, her eyes then fell on that flushed face ahead of hers. The one with the crystalized eyes and the coral lips. She leaned over and her lips met the others. The kiss was not hungry, it was curious, loving and intimate. Even with how they both looked, through the gaze of Mireille, her best friend appeared saintly and brilliant. She observed how Bessière kissing skills were of a notably high quality, although she was always the first to be labeled “inexperienced” when it came to this. Slowly, as their wet lips parted, Mireille’s hands found her waist. She simpered at their position and her hands slid off the wonderfully smooth slope that was her friends waist and she leaned in. The index and thumb took hold of Bessière’s peach hued nipple and tweaked with it, pulling gently and drawing a moan from her friend.
“Does that feel good?” She whispered slyly.
“Mon dieu- the greatest I have ever felt…” Bessiere groaned.