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.
