Summary: Jasmine ends up at Airbnb with 4 ex-students and....
Note 1:
This is a
Summer Lovin' 2024
Contest story, so please do remember to leave a vote at the end.
Note 2: Thanks to
Small_Island
and Shuj for editing.
Jasmine's Lesbian Airbnb
We arrived at the luxury Airbnb on a lake just north of Montreal for a week of relaxation after a speaking engagement in Quebec City at an education symposium.
"Jesus, Gabriela, this place is ridiculous," I said, admiring the massive house, which I would discover was over 3000 square feet and was a beach front property.
"I only booked a third of it, someone else has the upper floors," Gabriela, my co-presenter, said.
"I see," I said, as we got out of our rented BMW sedan. "Still, it's pretty amazing."
"Yeah, after the school year we had I figured we needed a week to decompress far from our regular lives," Gabriela said, knowing I was struggling with the reality that I was now an empty nester... with my youngest going to college this fall and spending four weeks on a massive Europe excursion before leaving me.
"Well, this seems the perfect spot for that," I said as she walked down three steps to a door set in to the foundation of the beautiful lake house and typed in a code.
"Yeah, we have the basement to ourselves and only have to share the infinity pool and the beach," Gabriela said.
"I think I can live with that," I said, as I we entered the suite which was absolutely beautiful. She'd called it the basement, but it was really a half-basement, so there were still plenty of windows all around letting in light and views of the lake and surrounding forest.
An hour later we were in our bikinis, having a glass of wine and enjoying the blue skies and sun when Gabriela got a phone call. "Merde," she cursed like a Francophone after covering the phone. Then to the caller she said, "Thank you, I'll be there in a few hours."
She hung up and I asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"I left my wallet back at the hotel," she sighed heavily, standing up.
"Shit," I said, standing up also.
"No, you stay," Gabriela said.
"I'm not making you drive three hours by yourself," I said, that being how long it would take to return to the quaint bed and breakfast where we'd stayed the night before in a small rural town just south of Quebec City.
"No, don't be silly," Gabriela said, "you stay here and enjoy yourself; I'll be back late tonight or tomorrow."
"I don't mind coming," I said, even though the thought of three more hours in a car, each way, was not remotely appealing to me.
"No Oscar for you," she smiled, playfully pushing me back onto my lounge chair. "I know you hate being in a car that long."
"I do," I admitted, falling back on the chair, "but six hours alone seems awfully long."
"I' got podcasts I can listen to," she said, "and I love driving that Beemer."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, stay, relax, get naked and skinny dip, get a good tan on that too white body," she teased.
"I hate your Latina skin," I said, Gabriela always looking tanned because of her natural darker skin, while I could get lost in a snowstorm, I was so white.
She laughed and headed out.
I mostly took her advice.
I didn't like cold water, so I didn't saunter to the lakeside beach, but I did jump into the heated pool... although my bikini stayed on. I then enjoyed my second glass of wine while I worked on that elusive tan.
After going back to the house to pour myself a third glass, I noticed there was still no activity in the rest of the house and figured the other renters must not be arriving until the following morning. So I went ahead and put the rest of the bottle into an ice bucket to bring back with me, then stripped off my bikini after deciding that it made no sense to give myself tan lines... although I was diligent with the sunscreen, burnt nipples and labia did not sound like fun.
An hour-plus later, the bottle was finished (note Gabriela did drink one glass), and I was on my back almost dozing off as I suntanned in the nude for the first time ever and was finding it very enjoyable. My tipsy, near slumber was interrupted with a jolt when I heard a girl's voice squeal, "Oh, my God, is that Ms. Winston?"
"It is," another voice said, adding "and our former English teacher is naked."
I shot up to sitting position and, in my daze, finally recognized four former students from the graduating class of 2022. All four young women stood in a line, staring at me, staring at my naked body... my hands went automatically to breasts and crotch.
My bikini was back in the guest house, but I knew I had a towel nearby, if only I could remember where I'd dropped it after my last dip in the pool. I asked, trying to be casual as four former students stared at me and discovered their former teacher recently got a Brazilian, "Amber, Emma, Renee, and Angelica. What are you girls doing here?"
Emma responded to my question with her own. "The question is: What are
you
doing here, Ms. Winston?"
Renee added, "And why are you naked?"
Figuring they had already seen me naked, and there were no males, I gave up trying to cover myself and responded, as I got up, "Ms. Gonzalez and I booked this place weeks ago."
"Are you two a couple?" Amber asked.
"What, no?" I said, surprised by the question. "We are just good friends."
"We are good friends too," Emma said, as she slapped Amber's ass.
A little flustered by the innuendo and implication that these four girls may play with each other, I said, "I better go get some clothes on."
"Don't do that for us," Angelica said, as the redhead pulled her t-shirt off to reveal she was not wearing a bra... but then, she had a nice firm pair of tits that didn't need one.
"Yeah, stay here and hang with us," Amber said, following suit and taking off her t-shirt, although she had a cute lace black bra underneath.
"I don't think so," I said, even as I felt my pussy tingle a bit at seeing two young girls topless as Amber unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, revealing small, perky breasts.
"Are we really doing this?" Renee asked, as Emma was already taking off her sundress to reveal matching white bra and thong.
"We already did it," Amber said, getting out of her shorts and panties in one quick swoop, her pussy hair proving that she was indeed a natural blonde.
"Sweet Jesus," Renee said, getting out of her tank top that revealed massive breasts that I couldn't fathom having to carry around for eternity... never mind without a bra. I didn't mean to, but I stood there in stoic shock as they got undressed, especially unable to take my eyes off of Renee's built, black body.
Although they were pulled away as I watched Emma get out of her tight jeans. She was a gymnast and had very small tits, but an amazingly fit body.
"Did you drink all this bottle?" Amber asked, holding up the empty bottle.
"Ms. Gonzalez had some," I said, not wanting to look like I downed a whole bottle by myself.
"Where is Ms. Gonzalez?" Angelica asked.
"She left her wallet behind at the last hotel and had to drive back to get it."
"You let her drive off after drinking?" Emma declared, sounding both surprised and accusatory.
"Well, she actually only had half a glass before leaving," I said, putting me back in ownership of the empty bottle.
"So, you are all alone?" Amber asked, her inquiry tone one of intrigue.
"Just until she gets back," I said, noticing four sets of eyes looking at me and feeling my long-neglected pussy getting excited. Wine weakens my moral code, as does six months without dick, and even longer since I had an intimate night with a woman... pre-COVID to be exact.
"And when will that be?" asked Renee in a growly purr that sounded like a lioness on the hunt.
"Well, either late tonight or maybe tomorrow if she's too tired to make the long drive."
"Then hang with us," Angelica said, before jumping in the pool.
The way those cute titties bounced almost finished my self-control, but the splash broke the spell. "I'm just going to go inside," I said, walking past the girls, knowing I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid like ending up the centrepiece of a five-person lesbian orgy with four ex-students... even though the idea was equally tempting and likely a real possibility given the looks of these girls and their insinuation that they played with each other.
"That's an amazing ass, Ms. Winston," Amber complimented from the pool as I walked away.
"Is that a tramp stamp?" Emma asked, as she saw my two cherries tattoo, I got way back in college just above my ass.
"Very hot," Angelica said, as I felt my cheeks burning red as I returned to the guest house.
Overwhelmed, shocked and undeniably horny, I returned to the air-conditioned guest house which was its own version of a cold shower. The temptation of a pretty student had always lingered in the back of my naughty subconscious, but always controlled by my morals as a teacher... yet... these four lovely ladies were all legal adults now... all having graduated two years ago... so it wouldn't be illegal or really even immoral... still....
I was in the bottom level of the guesthouse a few minutes, having went pee and put my rather modest bikini back on, before Angelica came in and said, "It's really wild you're here, Ms. Winston."
I almost said something about her just walking into the basement suite uninvited, but I'd never acted that way toward her as a student, so why start now? "Yeah, it is pretty crazy," I agreed.
