April’s arrival had startled a disheveled Xanthe, her swimsuit pulled aside at the crotch and her shoulder straps hanging limply by her side. April didn’t know quite what was going on, but obeyed Xanthe’s instruction to remain silent.
“What’s going on?” whispered April. She was another tall girl about five ten, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, and a trimmed toned physique. She was popular among members of the team but regarded by many as shy.
“Ahhh … why don’t you listen to what’s happening next door for a minute,” replied Xanthe. She quickly snapped her swimsuit back over her exposed vagina. April glanced briefly at Xanthe, but Xanthe was sure she hadn’t seen what had transpired. April leaned against the wall out of the showers spray and remained silent.
The faint sounds of heavy breathing, physical contact on skin and moving bodies radiated from the adjoining shower stall. April’s face was a picture of concentration as she tried to figure out what was happening in the other shower. The situation was punctuated by faint moans and sighs.
“Who’s in there? And what are they doing?” asked April in a serious tone. Xanthe appeared a little anxious, as if she had been keeping something secret or had been doing something wrong. “What’s happening in there?”
“I’d imagine it was pretty obvious,” said Xanthe with a curious look. “It’s Nikki and Leah, and they’re … well, you know.”
April finally caught on to what Xanthe was implying, a look of shock and surprise spread across her face. “Are you sure?”
“No, I’ve only been listening to them talk dirty for the last twenty minutes. What would I know?” replied Xanthe in a sarcastic cutting tone. She could tell the reserved April was astonished to discover that two people she knew quite well would do such a thing.
Nikki paused for a moment. Leah wrapped around her, kneading her firm ass and stroking her back. Nikki was sure she had heard someone come into the shower block. Leah noticed Nikki’s sudden change.
“What’s wrong?” asked a horny Leah.
“Nothing … I thought I heard someone speaking … no, mustn’t have been anyone,” said Nikki dismissing the thought. “Now where were we?”
Leah grinned as Nikki spun her around, pushing her gently against the shower wall and kissing her forcefully. She blindly felt for Leah’s hands, finally taking them in her own and holding them out to their sides. With a slight nod she motioned for Leah to sink to the tiled floor with her. Both women gradually lowered themselves, squatting just before their rears made contact with the tiles.
“You are so hot Leah,” cooed an adoring Nikki, “I just have to taste you again.”
Nikki’s proposition brought a loving kiss from Leah and a nod of approval. “That sounds good to me,” said Leah with a cheeky tone. Leah sat down on the now warm tiles, directly under the flow of one of the shower heads. The water beat down on her tender body as she spread her legs and lay back, her full body stretching across the floor of the shower stall.
Nikki watched as Leah submitted to her. She stood towering over her, gathering her long auburn hair and throwing it back over her shoulder in a bunch. “But I do have one request. While I’m eating you, you have to eat me,” that familiar lusty gleam returned to Nikki’s eye.
She stepped over Leah. Her legs spread above Leah’s head and slowly but surely lowered herself down on Leah’s body, her knees resting beside Leah’s shoulders. Nikki could see Leah’s tangy pink flesh laid out before her, her legs spread far and wide. It was just as she was about to delve into Leah’s flower that she felt Leah’s lips make contact with the soft tissue of her inner thighs.
A slight shiver passed through Nikki as Leah’s soft kisses and nibbling bit by bit closed in on her needy snatch. She inhaled deeply and again focused on Leah, dipping her head down and sniffing her tangy nectar. A lone probing lick brought a muffled sigh from Leah and eagerness from Nikki.
Nikki tenderly rubbed Leah’s slit, her puffy folds quivering as she breathed down on them. She lashed the spongy tissue, drinking in her juices, her varying pace and suction causing Leah to squirm.
An overwhelming lust had engulfed Leah, her fervent lapping of Nikki’s pussy had forever changed her. She stretched Nikki’s gorgeous snatch further apart with her tense fingers, searching for that sweet spot.
“Ewww, Nikki you taste so good,” purred an ecstatic Leah only briefly interrupting her mad thrashing. Leah dipped her index finger deep into the base of Nikki’s crevice propelling it back and forth. Nikki pulled herself away from Leah’s pussy squealing out loud as Leah furiously finger fucked her.
The shrill cries of Nikki startled Xanthe and April. They were followed by Nikki’s pleas for more. Xanthe still worked up from her own efforts turned and looked at the blonde April. April didn’t know what to say or what to do. She wondered how long Xanthe had been hiding in the adjoining stall listening to the girls.
“What do we do?” posed April, her innocence was captivating.
“Well you can either, go in there and break them up, go in their and join them, or stay in here with me,” answered Xanthe, still frustrated at being disturbed as she brought herself to a much deserved climax. Her mind was an endless cycle of thoughts and schemes as she tried to evaluate her next step. But one thing that stood out was how truly horny she was, and how hot the innocent April looked.
April jolted again as Leah let out a deep visceral moan, the girls were getting louder and louder, whatever was going on next door was reaching a crescendo. Xanthe couldn’t take her own indecision any longer, it was time to act, and Xanthe knew only one way. Be bold.
“You know it sounds like those two are having a lot of fun,” whispered Xanthe, “don’t you think that they sound hot?”
April’s eyes widened at Xanthe’s suggestive question, was she a lesbian too? Was Xanthe somehow involved in what was going on? April took a deep breath. She couldn’t escape the confines of the shower stall, or the gaze of Xanthe’s eyes.
“What exactly are you suggesting … Xanthe?” a hushed April inquired. It was at that moment she noticed that Xanthe’s swimsuit had been ruffled and pulled on. Despite her own sexual inexperience she knew that it probably meant one thing.
“Oh come on April. You know what I’m suggesting,” Xanthe’s voice took on a very calm yet probing character. “Are you honestly telling me that you don’t find what’s happening arousing? The thought of two of your friends getting it on mere feet away from you isn’t tempting?”
Xanthe was a master at getting what she wanted. She knew precisely how to turn on the charm and how to seduce with best of them. She lived by the attitude that she could take whatever she wanted.
“No … I’m not … what,” a confused April struggled to get the words out. Her cluttered mind betrayed her discretion and she just blurted the first thing that came to mind. “What are you doing in here? And why are your swimmers all messed up?”
April went silent. She realized that she had probably just created a maelstrom. But Xanthe seemed to remain calm and stoic, still gazing at her with those deep brown eyes. Xanthe swept across the gap which separated the two in the shower, in an effortless glide, her eyes never breaking contact with April’s.
“What do you think I was doing in here?” invited Xanthe. “I think you know. Deep down inside you know what I was doing in here, and you can see that with your own eyes.” Xanthe’s tone was smooth and seductive, and April was crumbling right into her hands.
She let her hand slowly and provocatively slide down the front of her swimsuit letting it briefly rub her mound before coming to rest on her wet silky thigh. Without flinching and with little effort Xanthe flicked the crotch of her swimmers away from her hot pussy. The rush of air and the trickle of the showers warm water were invigorating.
“I’ll show you what I was doing April,” murmured Xanthe. Xanthe traced a small circle around her hardened bud, she squeezed it for a second and then rubbed it ever so delicately. She closed her eyes and leaned forward to better balance her petite frame. Xanthe was overpowered by her sexual yearning. “Ewww, that feels so good.”
April was stunned by the display, she found herself paralyzed as she watched. Xanthe momentarily opened her eyes to check on April, she found the tall blonde still rooted to the same spot. She effortlessness drove her middle finger into her awaiting hole. “Ummm, that is so good,” panted Xanthe adding a groan and quiver. “Don’t you feel horny?”
Xanthe’s display was having no obvious effect on the statuesque April, but what Xanthe didn’t know was what was going on inside April. April had a proper upbringing, she did masturbate, but very rarely, and had only ever been kissed twice, neither particularly passionate. All of a sudden she found herself in a steamy shower block where two of her friends were becoming lesbians, and another was masturbating before her. April had no idea what to do. All she could do was remain quiet and unobtrusive.
“Come on April, why don’t you play with yourself?” invited Xanthe, “those two sound so hot … I just want to go in there and join them.”
Xanthe herself realized that in amongst all her bliss she had made a conscious decision. She could no longer play the voyeur. She wanted to be in the thick of things. With another peek she resolved to sway April one more time.
Xanthe’s hard nipples poked through her tight swimsuit, her shoulder straps still dangling to her side. They tingled in an irresistible way, begging her to come an alleviate them. Xanthe ran her wet hand up over the neoprene suit and pushed down on the erect buds. She caught one between her fingers and gently squeezed it, giving it one final tweak before opening her lusty eyes and staring into April’s very soul.
Despite all that she had seen, April remained unmoved. It was a fear of the unknown that plagued her, a fear which hid a deep seated curiosity.
