Camp Shower

I got to the camp shower, that morning in my towel, carrying my waterproof bag of shower essentials.  Another woman was sitting on the bench already, waiting in her own towel for a stall to free up, and I took a seat next to her.  I pulled out an emery board, and idly started grinding away at my fingernails, not really doing anything substantial, but without a cellphone for anything else on me, I found myself without a thing to pass the time.

“I’m Stephanie,” she said, holding out a hand.  

Sauna Temptress

I ventured into the sauna straight from the showers, wearing just a towel, given to me compliments of the gym.  My hair was long and auburn, and fell in curls to below my shoulders, and I felt a little sigh of relief as I realized I was alone.  I really don’t have a problem with being around other women wearing nothing, or being topless, but I also had a fear of looking too hard.  I’ve found in my thirty years that my own sex drive is a bit high, and although society is a bit more accepting of lesbians these days, that tends to fall apart in the gym.  I’ve trained myself to look forward, concentrate heavily on what I was doing, and get out of the hanging areas as quickly as I could.

Cold Pizza, Part Two

We arrived at a house in a nice part of town, and I was shocked to see how regal it looked.  Our pizza joint served the lower scale houses and apartment complexes of our little college town, and we were almost never called to deliver to a house such as this.  I must have been the one to write down this address for Cameron when he was sent to deliver, but it just didn’t register with me at the time just how far away and rich this location really was.

“Is this it?” I asked, double-checking the map on my phone.

“Sure is!” Kayla answered.  She had quickly slipped her dress back on while I drove, and with my seduction complete, maintained her state of dress for the entire trip.  “Lydia married up.”  Kayla jumped out of the car giddy with excitement.  She made it half-way up the steps to the front door, before she realized I wasn’t with her.  I still had the problem of having no pants,  I had not collected them before I slipped back into the driver’s seat after Kayla and I were done.  I desperately trying to reach my jeans which were just out of arm’s reach for me from my position in the car, but they were perched behind the headrests of the rear passenger seats.  I was looking quite ridiculous, mooning the empty streets of this rich neighborhood, while kneeling in the driver’s seat.

Kayla skipped back down the steps and was giggling a bit at my predicament.  “I love the shirt,” she said, teasing me and not helping.  Thanks to her tearing, my t-shirt was ruined down the front, but putting it on backwards at least kept me covered for the ride.

“Can you please help?” I pleaded.  “I don’t want to have to leave the car bottomless.”

“Tell ya what,” she offered.  “I’ll help you.”  With that she opened the car door, and I was greeted with a cool draft air.  I instinctively covered my pussy and crossed my legs, maintaining my modesty.

“C’mon, there’s nobody here, you can be quick.”

“No!” I protested.  Kayla could see that while she was quite persuasive with me before, she didn’t have enough time now.  She wanted to get inside as soon as possible, Lydia was waiting.

“Ok, ok,” she said.  “But you have to trust me,” she grabbed my wrist and guided me up, taking me out of the car.  Her intent stare encouraged me on, and I complied, but still scared out of my mind that someone would see.  When I was on my feet, feeling the lukewarm asphalt beneath, she slipped her purse off her shoulder, and around my neck.  It dangled low enough to cover me, although my whole backside was exposed.  “See?”

I sighed, knowing this was the best she could do, without actually helping me.  “Ok, I said, just keep behind me.”

“With pleasure!”  We walked up the steps, me barefoot and half-naked, and Kayla behind me liberally goosing me at almost every step.  The first time I jumped, but as I got immune to further pinches and pulls, her fingers got more invasive. By the time we had made it to the top steps, she had a finger lodged between my ass cheeks, which I knew was about to probe further.  “Ring the door bell,” she ordered.

I did as she requested and she started probing my ass deeply.  I was mildly panicked that this was the wrong house, and just some sort of sick game between Cameron, Lydia, and Kayla to humiliate me completely.  My fears vanished when a tall woman with platinum blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, around 40 answered the door.  She was also completely naked.

Of course she didn’t recognize me, but could see Kayla behind me, preoccupied with something.  I put on a brave face, but my wincing must have given away what was happening behind me.   “Kayla,” she scolded, “What are you hiding back there?”

“Nuffin,” she said sweetly.  She then turned me around to reveal to Lydia exactly what she already probably knew.  She smacked my ass hard, producing an echo that reverberated across the neighborhood.  My head darted back and forth praying that nobody heard it and that we could quickly get inside.

“You work fast!” Lydia praised Kayla.  “Come on in, pizza girl, you’ve been through enough.”

I  walked inside, not knowing what to expect, but still in awe of the place.  The foyer was large and a regal staircase lead up to the second floor landing, while a crystal chandelier hung brilliantly from above.  The house was modern, but still was accented perfectly with art that showed the owner had quite sophisticated tastes.  If Lydia had not answered the door naked, or if I didn’t know what Kayla did not have on under her dress, I would have felt dreadfully under-dressed for a mansion like this.

Kayla confiscated her purse from me immediately, and Lydia looked down at my pussy, licking her lips.  “Cameron certainly didn’t tell me you were so edible!”  I blushed deeply, not knowing what to do next, frozen by fear and being so much on display.  I had had sex in cars before, but the aftermath was never like this.  Kayla and Lydia seemed to be in control of this madcap dream, and I was just along for the ride.  Lydia reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt, effortlessly discarding it on the marble floor.  

“There we are,” she said, pleased.  Kayla then returned her hand to my ass crack, probing away again.  I was too distracted at the sight of Lydia and my own nakedness to put up any sort of fight any longer.  I was under their complete control.

“Kayla,” Lydia asked, “why do you always insist on the butt?” Lydia stepped close enough for me to feel her breath escaping as she spoke.  “When these lips are always much tastier,” Lydia said as she started stroking my pussy lips, which had started to get wet again thanks to the walk up the steps, my nervousness from the sudden exhibition of my body, and the magic that Kayla was doing to my ass.  Lydia teased my clit, and I was transported again.  I just didn’t care that both these women were strangers, and Cameron’s failures that night were a distant foggy memory.  I grasped Lydia’s shoulders to brace myself and keep from collapsing as both these women worked me from both directions.

I started planting kisses on Lydia, but she stopped my lips from making contact with any part of her magnificent figure.  She continued to stroke my pussy lips and clit, bringing me to the precipice but never allowing me release.  “Pizza girl, do you want me?”

My face must have been a sight to look at at that moment.  Of course, I wanted her, I would have had to be made of stone not to.  Everything that I had experienced tonight, including my time with Kayla in the car, I now realized was just foreplay for this moment.  “Yes,” I said.  “Please.”

She smiled broadly.  “Ok, but first, you have to do something you may not like right off the bat.”

My hips were grinding against Kayla’s fingers and Lydia’s palms.  I had been downgraded to the role of putty in the hands of these two.  “Anything you want,” I agreed.  

“Perfect,” she exclaimed.  Kayla let go, and Lydia’s own hand stopped, leaving me in a frustrating disatisfaction.  She and Lydia each hooked their arm around one of mine, and led me down a long narrow hallway, and to a hottub, where Cameron sat gazing up at the stars.

“See, told you so,” Lydia said.  “We can get anyone to do anything.”

They didn’t tell me outright, but I knew what I was expected to do, and it was sitting a few feet from me below the bubbling frothy water.  I was lead into the tub and I slipped in, Cameron’s eyes wide as I sank , shoulder deep into the frothy water.  Although I had been turned on by only women this evening, the prospect of having Cam was also getting me excited.  I was by no means a full lesbian, and capping off this night with a nice warm cock was very tempting.

I scooted over next to Cam and saw that he had nothing on.  “Jess, are you sure?”  I just nodded and grasped his cock which was already rock hard.  Lydia slipped in to the water, and Kayla slipped off her dress and joined.  They grabbed at all my limbs, and decided to use the control that I was freely giving to them.  As Lydia teased my nipples, Kayla teased my clit, and my quick short breathing started up again.  In the weightlessness of the water, I floated on a cloud, and was being pushed, with legs spread, toward the seat that Cameron occupied.  I had no way to stop this process, it was a foregone conclusion that the dirty minds of Lydia and Kayla had worked out with almost evil precision, but at the same time, there was no will left in me to stop it.  To be denied Cameron now would be most disappointing to me and my aching pussy.

I felt the tip of his cock rub against, my lips and Kayla and Lydia pushed me down.  It fit so perfectly, and I gasped as my pussy greedily grabbed hold of Cameron’s member.  Lydia and Kayla worked as a seamless team, pushing and pulling me, making  Cameron himself moan with pleasure.  My mind briefly thought about the morning after, the reprecussions of this act, but I quickly discarded it.   My lust had completely taken over my better judgement, and I rode Cameron as if he were my long lost lover.  Kayla’s and Lydia’s hands suddenly left my body, and I continued to fuck Cameron.  We found a natural rhythm and I wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a warm kiss on his lips.

Just as had happened in the car with Kayla and the foyer with Lydia, the rest of the world melted away, and it was just Cameron and I left, surrounded by bubbling pool of water.  We kissed passionately, and with no prompting.  His lips found my nipples and I offered them to him as he sucked and bit lightly.  I sighed and moaned loudly, wanting to make sure his cock stayed hard and within me for as long as possible.  “Oh God, oh God,” I panted, as I felt a familiar stirring that started in my clit and radiated through my pussy lips and into me.

Lydia reached around me and dove a hand downwards to gently rub my clit, tossing me over the edge.  I climaxed hard, my pussy pulsating around Cameron’s probing cock and I screamed out until there was no air left in my body.  I arched my back, and continued to come in waves, encouraged by Cameron’s hips and Lydia’s hands.  

Kayla then reached down and stroked Cameron’s balls, and that was way too much for the poor guy. This sent him over the edge for him, and as I regained my breath, I felt Cameron release deep inside me, his cock pulsating in waves as his semen flooded my pussy, which responded automatically by greedily pulsating around it.  I hugged the exhausted Cameron, and we kissed more, as I felt his member soften within me and slowly inch its way out.  We must have been kissing each other in our afterglow for quite some time, because when we finally broke our kiss and broke apart, Kayla and Lydia were on the other side of the hot tub, nibbling at each other playfully.

Completely exhausted, we soaked in the hot tub, looking up at the twinkling stars of a beautiful night.  Kayla, of course, with her boundless energy emerged fully nude from the tub and toweled off.  She walked over to the table, where a familiar pizza box lay, and picked up a slice.  “Hey!” she yelled.  “What kind of pizza people are you? This is cold!”

I sat on Cameron’s lap, as he put his arms around me, and we were both quite content with delivering cold pizza like that for a long while.

Splish Splash

I was changing out of my suit in the locker room after only a few laps.  It was a curious little ritual I had picked up, ever since I had been gifted a month’s membership to this gym.  I would go in, as late as possible, just fifteen minutes before the pool closed, and swim under cover of darkness, as I saw it.  There were never any other women in the pool, the gym was women only, and I was certain the lifeguard was just there for insurance purposes.

I had always been very self-conscious about my body, and even the quick swim which was noticed by only one other living being, was pushing my limits of how exposed I would be.  Which is exactly why I jumped when Carrie, the lifeguard, peeked her head from around the corner.  I was naked and quickly grabbed for a towel to cover up, panting anxiously at the sight of this intruder with the same fierceness if she had been a rapist.

“Easy, girl,” she said to calm me.  “I was just wondering if you wanted to stay later.  I don’t have anything to do tonight, so I can keep the pool open a little while longer.”

I smiled.  “Oh no thanks,” I said.  “I just like quick laps, I’m not much of a swimmer.”

She smiled broadly.  “You’re a lot better than some of the women I’ve seen.  You should swim more, it’s good for you.”

“I know,” I said.  “It’s just I think I need to get used to the environment a bit,” I said, hoping that excuse would satisfy her a bit.

“Or, you need a coach,” she said beaming.  “And, I just happen to be an excellent one!”

She had an amazing body, and striking red hair which almost looked dyed, until your eyes were lost in her pale blue eyes.  Her skin was freckled, but it just made her face beam even more, every time she would flash her pearly whites.

“I’m Carrie,” she said holding out her hand.  “I’ll be your coach, ok?”  She said it more forcefully than most questions, as if my acceptance of her being my coach was a foregone conclusion, and I shook her hand cautiously.  “I’m Penny,” I said.  

“Ok, ready for your first lesson?” she smiled.  She was so cute and had so much energy, I simply could not protest.  “Sure,” I said.

“More swimming!” she proclaimed and took my hand leading me out of the locker room.  I still only had the towel around me, but before I knew it, we were both out of the locker room, and she was locking the locker-room doors behind me.

“Oh,” I said, “I have to get my suit on, open up the locker.”

“No, you don’t!” she said with a devilish grin, and ran towards the pool, her keys jangling behind her.  She quickly scampered up to her lifeguard perch and I was left by the door, wondering what was next.

“C’mon,” she said, “ten laps, freestyle, go!”

“Carrie!” I said.  “I don’t have anything on under this, open up the locker room.”

“Not until you do your ten!” Carrie teased.  

I was shocked at this request.  I had very carefully timed my workout to leave me with as little contact with other women as possible, and Carrie had just smashed all those machinations to bits!  “But, but,” I said.

“If you don’t, I’ll just throw these in the diving pool and go home!”  Carrie said.  I wasn’t quite sure if she was serious or not, but the diving pool depth was a uniform twelve feet deep, and I decided not to risk it.  Carrie was young enough not to really care if she lost her job to a prank.

“Ok, ok,” I relented.  I looked around cautiously to see if anyone else was around.

“It’s just us,” she said.  “C’mon, let’s go.”

I took a deep breath, dropped the towel, and hopped in the pool.  Carrie cheered me on as I swam toward her perch.  The pool did feel extra nice, the water was heated a bit more than usual, and I kept my body underneath the water, fooling myself into thinking I was covered.

Carrie grabbed her whistle, and became more authoritarian.  She blew and said, “Ok, you’re used to the water now, swim to the edge over there and start.”

I swam to the edge, keeping my body under the waves even though the depth was only three feet.  The stands for the swim meet the next morning were already set up.

“Ok, on your mark, c’mon,” Carrie whistled.  I put my hands into the railings of the stands thinking that would be enough.

“No, no, no, out of the water!”  Carrie ordered.  

“Carrie!” I protested, but she would have none of that.  “I have to see your dive, and make sure your form is good.”

I sighed and climbed out of the water, scared to death someone would walk in, and so I just wanted to get it done with as soon as possible.  I stepped onto the stand and Carrie made a catcall.

“You’re not helping!” I yelled.  

Carrie smiled, “Ok, on your mark!”  I bent over.  Carrie was still on her perch, and I was glad I at least wasn’t putting on a peep show for anyone.  She let out a loud whistle and I dove in, with a solid form.  I had not swam competitively since freshman year of college, but I took to it again, like riding a bike.  I did lap after lap, swimming harder than I had ever done with the suit, and my body felt so free and alive.  As I got accustomed to the water, I even started doing flip turns at each lap, and I even forgot I was skinny dipping for a second.

On my last lap, as I approached the end of my journey, I saw two legs dipped into the water in the lane next to me.  I momentarily panicked, and shot straight up in the pool, ending my lap, but also exposing me from the waist up.  When the water cleared my eyes, I saw it was Carrie.

“You scared me!” I screamed.  As I rubbed the chlorine out of my eyes, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her normal lifeguard tank, it was a strange ivory top.  As my eyes got more clear, I saw that Carrie was relaxing quite content with no top at all.  Her red hair fell sultrily across her breasts and she smiled at me as she noticed that I realized what she was wearing.

“The water looks so inviting,” she said.  “Mind if I join?”  I was speechless as she stood up and dropped her orange shorts, leaving her completely naked.  Her pussy was trimmed, but still had a beautiful tuft of red hair above her lips, which matched the rest of her perfectly.  She dove in and swam next to me, circling around me as I took in the scene.  My own nipples were extra hard compounded by my excitement and the cool night air, chilling the water still on my skin.  

She dipped below the surface and came up, like the sexiest dolphin I had ever seen.  I swam after her, and we played in the deep end for a while, each of us pushing the other farther in how much we could touch the other.  I grabbed her ass, she grabbed my tits, I stroked her hair, she licked my ears.  Eventually, we were in the five foot depth with me pinned against the wall, and she kissed me deeply.  Our tongues danced and my hands explored every inch of her body, and I never wanted the moment to end.  

She wrapped her smooth, alabaster legs around me, and I held her tight, as our mouths met, and we rubbed together in a sinful dance that was certainly against the pool rules.  She moved down, so that our clits finally foound each other and made contact, which I swore produced an electric spark, a dangerous thought if you consider the fact we were in a pool.

I started kissing and massaging her breasts, lifting her whole body high so I could bite her nipples.  Her red hair was now a few shades darker as it draped over, and partially obscured, her face, which she didn’t mind.  She was lost in pure lust, as I worked each pink nipple and tenderly carressed her.  With my fingers exploring her pussy, and my mouth firmly clamped on her breast, I felt her heart race and heard her breathing start to quicken in a very familiar way.  She open her mouth and moaed loudly, then shrieked, as the full brunt of her orgasm coursed through.
She panted heavily as she came, her pussy pulsing against my fingers, and her arms giving me the tightest hug I had ever had.  When it had subsided, she let go of me and grabbed hold of the pool wall tightly, as her breathing recovered, and she confirmed that she would not suddenly float away at this moment.

I kissed the nape of her neck and said, “Wow, you’re a great coach.”

She turned and smiled.   “Only the best!”  She pulled her self out of the pool and looked like an absolute goddess in the soft blue light that the pool gave off at night.  “Well,” she said, “we better hit the showers.”

She winked,and like a good student, I followed my coach.