Short Story 2 Olivia With Stranger

Olivia sat there panting, puddles forming around her. She laid back down, exhausted from the absolute marathon she just completed. She took deep breaths, hoping to recover to go again. She rubbed the sides of her breasts, then did the same to the sides of her crotch. It was too tight. The bathing suit she had on was from far too many years ago.

Olivia was home from college, a junior at one of the Ivy leagues. The summer break had just started but she was already back at the local swimming pool, not wanting to be away for too long. She swam at college, and despite her larger bust, she had been putting up new records starting her sophomore year. Her toned stomach and strong legs helped with that.

The pool was pretty empty it being the early morning. She'd noticed a grandpa in the far lane and presumably his wife sitting in the hot tub. Wanting to take it easy, Olivia stood up and made her way back over to the locker rooms. Swimming was a good distraction. Away from the problems at home, away from the pressure of her coaches, and most importantly, away from her ex-girlfriend. Stupid, stupid Charlotte who had broken her heart right before finals. The absolute worst timing.

In the locker room, Olivia struggled with taking her one piece suit off. It was too tight in the first place and paired with the material being wet, she had a hard time taking it off with a towel covering her body.

"Fuck it," she said, throwing the towel on the bench and using both hands to begin stripping down. She'd gotten it off her boobs and down to her feet, somehow getting tangled up when she heard the door open. She looked up, sitting down, legs spread, pussy and tits exposed and locked eyes with a woman who seemed to be in her 30s. The woman looked sleek in her business suit, though her button shirt had the top three ones undone, showing a good bit of cleavage, but it didn't expose nearly as much as Olivia did. The woman looked down, then looked right back up at Olivia's face, eyes wide, and then turned around.

"Sorry," she quickly said. "I didn't realize anyone was in here.

Olivia frantically started getting the suit off her feet and grabbed at her towel, covering her up.

"Don't worry," the woman continued, "those are really nice. I mean everything's really nice. I mean I didn't see anything."

Olivia started laughing. "It's alright, my fault for changing right in front of the door. You can turn back."

The woman slowly turned back, blushing.

"I have to say, I didn't expect to see this on my first trip to the pool. I figured no one would be here this early."

She stuck her hand out. "I'm Eleanor. Figure I'd introduce myself since I've already seen you naked."

"Olivia." She shook the hand, noticing how soft it was and the short, unpainted nails.

"I'd better go shower now," Olivia said awkwardly. "Have a nice swim."

"Thanks," Eleanor said, putting her bag down on the bench.

Olivia walked over to the showers, not daring turning back to get a good look at Eleanor again. Her long, dark hair reminded her of Charlotte, though her breasts were smaller, not that Olivia had noticed. She hung her towel on the hook and began with her hair, lathering it up with shampoo. When she reached her pussy with the soap, her fingers lingered there, the feeling too good. It had been a few weeks since she'd gotten off. After the breakup, she was too busy with finals. She took her time in there, kind of hoping that Eleanor would be gone by the time she came out. Kind of hoping that she was still there changing. She had peeked out after conditioning, catching a glimpse of nipple and a nice perky ass, feeling bad about peeping. Eleanor was attractive and exactly her type, despite the woman being in her 30s. She looked like a no nonsense business woman. Someone who'd be a tight ass, giving orders to her underlings. Finally finished, she toweled off and wrapped it around herself, surprised to see Eleanor still in the locker room.

The woman was sitting down on her phone, in a purple string bikini top. The bottom was string as well, black with only a triangle in the front and what seemed to be a smaller triangle in the back, strings tied at the sides. She looked up when Olivia came in and stood up.

"You look like you've been swimming a while, you've certainly got the body. Do you think something like this is gonna come off when I do laps?"

Eleanor gave a slow 360, giving Olivia a better excuse to eye fuck her body. She noticed her boobs fit nicely in the top, though the bottom didn't cover too much, and found that her observation about the back was right. It covered the most important parts but left most of her ass exposed.

"Looks good," she said nervously. "Just don't thrash around too much and you'll be fine."

Olivia turned away blushing, facing the locker where she kept her stuff. As she rummaged through her stuff, she couldn't take her mind off Eleanor. Off the dry weeks she'd been having. With a brave breath, she dropped her towel pretending like she'd changed like this hundreds of times before. She grabbed a bottle of lotion and squirted some in her hand before rubbing it on her arm. She felt a hand on her shoulder as she was about to do the other arm.

"Need some help with that?" Eleanor purred. "The back's the hardest part to reach."

Feeling a rush, she looked back and nodded, looking Eleanor in the eyes, full of lust. Eleanor started with her back, her smooth hands working wonders on Olivia, each stroke left a shiver down her spine. She seemed to spend a lot of time on her butt, her fingers ever so slightly grazing her now soaking wet pussy, each graze sending a jolt through her.

"Turn around." Eleanor commanded.

Olivia didn't even question her, didn't even try to tell her she could do her front herself. She started from the bottom, squatting down to do her legs. Making her way up, past her pussy, past her stomach until she reached her tits. Olivia had a great sight of Eleanor's too, a little areola peeking out. She put the lotion bottle down after squeezing a large blob of it in her hands. She rubbed them together and began at the top, slowly rubbing downwards.

"It's a two hand job," Eleanor said, breaking the tension.

She continued rubbing it in, working her way downwards until she got to the nipples, Olivia stifling a moan. She massaged them longer than necessary, a little pinch here and there, Olivia just standing there eyes closed. Eleanor was cupping both boobs when she finally opened her eyes, seeing Eleanor staring right at her, lust aflame in her eyes. The older woman leaned in, taking the lead and kissing Olivia. She was surprised for a moment before kissing back, tongue hungrily exploring Eleanor's mouth.

She'd never felt this much passion, maybe on her first night alone with Charlotte, but this seemed to surpass that. She moved her hand down to her aching pussy, desperately needing a touch, but it was only a few seconds before her hand was brushed away by Eleanor's. Olivia moaned into her mouth. She ran her hands over Eleanor's body, moving aside her top to feel her small handfuls, pinching her sensitive nipples. Reaching down and finding that her bottom was already soaked, even before getting in the water. She didn't know how long it was before they separated, gasping for breath and panting hard.

Eleanor guided her down to the bench, forcing her to lay down. She ran her tongue down her freshly lotioned body, making a pitstop at her nipples for a quick bite, then all the way down to her clit, swirling her tongue around it. Olivia's vibrator would never compare, pleasure rushing through her body. Eleanor dove in, basically tongue fucking her while Olivia had one hand on her tit and the other running through Eleanor's hair. She could feel Eleanor's left hand on the inside of her leg, pushing her more open. She tried to get a better sight of Eleanor's body, but giving up and just giving in to the feeling, the magic that was coming from her tongue. Moaning louder and louder, not caring who could hear, Olivia could feel the first signs of orgasm build up. Eleanor's left hand reaching up and rubbing her clit was the final straw, Olivia could feel her orgasm coming on, her pussy clenching and the pleasure exploding from her snatch.

"Oh fuck, fuckfuck," she exclaimed, riding the waves. Wave after wave, slowly drifting. Finally forcing Eleanor away from her sensitive pussy.

When Olivia finally recovered enough to open here eyes, she found Eleanor standing over her, smiling, her juices glistening on her lips.

"That was fun," Eleanor said looking down at the naked girl, legs splayed and slightly shaking. She went over to her purse, brought out a pen and paper, jotting her number down and putting it down on Olivia's stomach.

"Give me a call," she said giggling, turning around to the swimming pool, not wanting to get caught, her job finished.

Olivia couldn't help but lay there, puddles of her juices on the bench, panting and even more exhausted than after her swim. Excited to see what Eleanor had in store next, she reluctantly got up to change, a little disappointed she didn't get to return the favor. Oh well, she thought. There's always next time.