The spa was empty when I emerged from the swimming pool. I quickly relaxed and shrugged off the pressures of another day in the warm bubbling water. With my eyes closed my mind wandered over the previous week and the weekend about to begin.
I opened my eyes at the sound of voices. Two women were stepping into the spa across from me. The blonde with the very short bobbed hair and pale smooth skin was wearing a skimpy bikini. Her breasts were medium sized and appeared firm, the nipples showing through the sheer material. Her companion is shorter, a slim body covered by a black one piece that rides high on her hips. Her hair is black and very long, almost reaching her waist, her skin a dark tanned bronze.
They slip into the water and move to one side, near where I lay. They relax in the foam and chat idly about their work and their boyfriends. I have closed my eyes but continue to listen as they talk. The dark haired girl's name is Claire, her companion's Julie. Their voices drop in volume slightly, and by straining slightly I realise that they are talking about sex.
Julie tells Claire that her boyfriend, Steve, doesn't seem to enjoy going down on her, and that as a result it takes her a while before she comes. She adds that when she does finally come its not really that much of a release, sometimes leaving her more frustrated than before they started. Claire responds by asking Julie if she has ever experienced an orgasm at the hands of a woman. There is a total silence, punctured only by the sound of the spa jets and splashing water. I feel a tingle between my legs. I cautiously open one eye to confirm they are both still there. Julie looks slightly embarrassed but is smiling.
'No I haven't,' she responds. "In fact I've only been with one other man other than Steve.' Claire shakes her head in disapproval.
'When someone goes down on you it should be great. When a women goes down on you it should be heaven.'
'Have you been with another woman?' Julie asks. Claire nods. Apart from Geoff, I regularly sleep with a girlfriend I've known for a couple of years. A woman is different, more sensitive and definitely more understanding of another woman's desires. You should try it sometime.'
Another silence. I open my eyes and see that they are kissing. Claire is in front of Julie, their lips lightly touching, eyes closed. Julie leans her head back and Claire gently slides her mouth down onto the throat exposed to her. Her tongue slides across Julie's creamy skin, down to her breasts, the tops of which are above the water. Claire's eyes open and meet mine. She pauses, but I mouth at her not to stop.