Carmen was excited to finally be visiting London. The weekly emails from her best friend Yasmin, recounted adventures in the big city, and encounters with its inhabitants, but there was no substitute for being there in the flesh. The past week had been a thrilling blur of anticipation, what with the prospect of seeing her oldest friend again and the thoughts of all the new experiences that awaited her.
The plane trip from Madrid had been short but crowded, and Carmen had been glad to escape the unwelcome attentions of the businessman who had been sitting beside her. Although he hadn't been unattractive, there was a distinct air of sleaziness about the man, and she had been certain she could make out the outline of a wedding ring, recently removed from the ring finger of his left hand. She had taken his proffered business card out of politeness, but she knew that London had more enticing opportunites in store for her.
As she strode through customs with her carry on Carmen had a moment of confusion when she walked out into the arrivals channel. There had been the usual jockeying for position as families anxious to be reuinited had trotted the last few yards, and Carmen had been jostled to the back of the crowd. Apprehensively she scanned the faces waiting beyond the barrier, amidst the placards announcing the names of visiting executives, and waving grandmothers motioning to 'my haven't you grown' grandchildren. A pit of fear opened in her stomach at the thought of having to make her own way into an unfamiliar city, but then just at that moment she saw a familiar figure slip into view.
From where she stood, Yasmin hadn't yet seen her friend, but this allowed Carmen a few delicious moments to reaquaint herself with her childhood soulmate. The months apart had given her the distance to see her friend through the temporary eyes of a stranger. She was undeniably beautiful, and although short, she was of striking poise. She smiled inwardly to think of how a room would quieten when Yasmin walked into it. With large, clear eyes, and a full and sensuous lower lip, it gave her at once a child-like and overtly sensual quality that Carmen found so attractive in her. Her breasts were small and pert and she rarely had to wear a bra, the smooth of her t-shirt was broken by the mound of her firm nipples. However it was the curve of her hips that drove men wild.
She remembered that when they had reached puberty together they had joked that Carmen had gotten the tits and Yasmin the ass. Indeed, their childhood expeditions to the swimming pool were to take on a more sensual overtone as their bodies developed. Their girlish habit of drying each others' hair took an unexpected turn one visit, shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Carmen was sitting with her back to her friend in the secluded cubicle at the rear of the changing rooms they both favoured. She allowed her head to roll back on her shoulders as her friend rubbed and tugged, a pleasurable rhythm on her scalp.
She was comforted by the sensation of Yasmin's inner thighs, hugging her own bottom and legs as she nestled backwards inter her embrace. And she let out a sigh of satisfacion when Yasmin scooped her hair to the side and dropped the towel to her shoulders and proceeded to knead and massage the tired muscles of her neck and back. Carmen raised her hands to rest on Yasmin's knees, and squeezed a little at the pleasure of her attentions, but was taken aback when she felt Yasmin bring the towl around her torso and gently cup her breasts in her hands. Her heart skipped a beat, but she could feel her nipples instantly harden as the fabric of the towel rubbed against her tender flesh. She felt ashamed that she should be so aroused so quickly, and wondered what her childhood friend might think, but all she heard was Yasmin's breathing deepen, and a moan of sympathy escape her lips. Carmen squeezed a white hand print into the thighs of her confidante, and in response Yasmin hefted the weight of her breasts in her palms, and then the delicious sensation of her fingers tugging at her now protruding nippples.
Carmen couldn't believe what was happening to her, but even now she could feel a sensation deep inside her that brought a heat and a wetness to her sex. She slowly spread her legs, forcing Yasmin's even wider than her own, and tilted her head back to nuzzle and bite at her cheek and ear. The towel snagged then dropped from her breasts as Yasmin brought her own hands down to rest on the top of her thighs and then slowly slipping down, caressing the soft inner skin, as they moved towards her expectant pussy. Carmen's back arched in anticipation, and her shoulders pressed into Yasmin's chest, squashing her breasts between them, but just as she felt as though she were to burst with pleasure, there was a bang on the door and a shout from outside.
Mortified, Carmen scooped up the towel and leapt to her feet as the pool attendant went down the line of changing rooms, knocking each door in turn, shouting to the remaining customers that it was time to dress and depart. Dressing quickly and in silence, Carmen and Yasmin made their way to the street and walked home in thoughtful contemplation, a look of longing passed between them as they parted, but Carmen knew there was unfinished business between them.
It was a pity then that the opportunity never seemed to arise again. Sure they flirted together, but most often for the benefit of the boys that competed for Yasmin's attentions at school. Now there was an unexpressed tension between them, and although Yasmin never said anything about their time at the swimming pool, she knew that the attraction was still there.