This Girl Roars

This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. Thus, all characters are fictitious. At the same time, they are all over 18...

Tip: Read Parts 01 through 08 before this, to get the background.

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'Coming swimming with me later, Becky,' said Gaia. It wasn't exactly said as an order, but it was a strong suggestion, and the slight error of saying "coming," instead of "come," just added a bit of ambiguity. It certainly wasn't just a question or invitation. She said it like it was simply what was happening.

Well, I liked the suggestion. 'Yes, OK. In the pool, or the sea?'

'Both. Sea first, then a sauna, then the pool. I'm having the afternoon off. Jack can take care of the place. He's my right hand man.' She laughed, with an adorable little snort. 'Put costume on and meet me here at one.' Clearly, she had plans for me, and I had absolutely no problem with that.

I went out to Storm, to root my bikini out of the pannier, then returned to my room to get ready. I was so full of anticipation, I was very tempted to have a nice luxurious wank, or get myself off with the "vigorous" shower, but I resisted. I was definitely a little moist as I put on my bikini though.

The bikini was black, with a halter-neck top, gold links joining the two cups and the sides of the briefs, and S-shaped gold hooks to fasten the straps of the top. I'd bought it at Bra-Va at the same time as my Triumph undies, and of course it was also by Triumph. It was definitely the gold details that sold it to me. Having just bought Storm, with her gold fork legs, I had a bit of a gold thing going on at that time.

Anyway, it was very sexy, and I put it on in front of the tall mirror. That halter-neck top and my boobs were simply made for each other, and I loved how it felt, putting it on. The way the cups just lifted the weight of my heavy breasts slightly as I reached behind me to hook the neck strap, and the way the shape of the thing created the perfect amount of fullness and the perfect cleavage. There's no doubt; Triumph International definitely know a thing or two about showing off a big pair of boobs.

I put on my white shorts over the briefs, and my flip-flops, and I was going to put on a tee shirt, but at the last minute, I looked in the mirror again and decided to boldly go without.

I'd heard that in some places in Italy, being seen in swimwear away from the beach is frowned on -- people even get fined -- but the beach was only across the road, so I thought I'd be OK.

Just before one o'clock, I grabbed a small beach bag and went down to reception, and Jack beckoned me into the bar. 'Becky... here a minute.' I walked over and he said, rather cheekily, in a low voice, 'You must have pressed all the right buttons last night, eh? Taking the arvo off to spend it with you? She NEVER does that.'

'Hey, mind your own business, cheeky boy.' I said in mock rebuke.

He looked momentarily contrite, but then grinned. 'It's so bloody cool. I've never seen her act like this. You've caught her pants on fire.'

All the time he was talking, his eyes kept flicking to my bikini top and back, in typical male fashion. Gay or not, he obviously appreciated a nice rack... or maybe just a nice bikini top.

Gaia appeared, wearing a beautiful calf-length cotton beach dress, which just allowed a glimpse of a white bikini underneath. Unexpectedly, she kissed me three times on both cheeks. I was used to the cheek kisses now, and had become good at them. They are only "air kisses" really, but the third one was a surprise. Jack later told me that a third kiss either conveys an extra affection or connection, or can be a gesture meaning good luck. Obviously, in this situation, it was the former. Oo-er.

She looked at me and pouted at my bust. 'Mm, very nice bikini, Becky. Looks wonderful.' Then she smiled. 'Let's go swim.' She put on a pretty convincing Aussie accent and said 'See ya later Jack,' and we walked out, leaving him grinning and shaking his head.

We crossed the road to the beach, which was huge and quite sparsely populated. Rimini is famous for its beach but the only impressive thing about it, to my eyes, was the sheer size of the expanse of flat, white sand. I tend to prefer a small beach in a rocky cove, but if you like a long strand of flat sand, this is the place.

The sun was very powerful, so I was glad I'd put on plenty of factor 50, but Gaia had obviously spent years doing this, hence her gorgeously dusky complexion. She also had more suitable footwear -- a pair of croc-style plastic sandals - while I struggled along in her wake in my flip-flops.

When we got close to the water she stopped and we put down our beach bags, then she whipped off the beach dress in one fluid movement, revealing her bikini. It was not what I expected.

It was white (I did expect that) but it was made of a very fine material -- almost sheer, but not quite, and the bottoms were not the usual skimpy briefs, but a pair of almost trunks, like some female athletes wear, with "Arena" in big letters on the waistband.

It was sporty rather than sexy, but on her it couldn't help being sexy. I actually thought the slightly longer bottoms made her thighs look even more scrumptious, and the contrast with her tanned skin was exquisite.

I almost thought I could see the shapes of her areolae through the material but it may have been my imagination (I have a good imagination for such things). Once we'd playfully splashed each other in the surf, and the material was wet, the shape of her vulva was suddenly quite apparent. I definitely didn't imagine that.

It was the first time I'd worn this bikini to swim, and I was pleased to see what happened to the material once it was wet; it became shiny -- almost glistening - making the full curves of my boobs look even more eye-popping, like a pair of black shiny bowling balls, but much softer and more accommodating. I don't think Gaia could help noticing.

'Come on,' said Gaia, 'let's swim...' and she crashed through the modest Adriatic surf and set off with a purposeful front crawl. She set a fast pace, and took me by surprise, but I'm a strong swimmer and I soon caught her up so that we were swimming side by side. She didn't ease up though, and I gradually started to feel uneasy.

Strong swimmer I may be, and I could keep up with her easily, but I have no real experience of sea swimming, and we were heading straight out into the Adriatic Sea, where there was nothing until the Croatian coast, over 100km away.

I swam closer to her and said, between breaths, 'We're a long way out, Gaia......Are you going to Croatia?

She laughed and eased off, then turned over onto her back so she was just holding position. 'Oh you make me laugh, Becky,' she said. As she lay just gently moving her arms and legs. I turned over too, and we drifted there awhile, our breasts floating and bobbing slightly in the swell.

She turned her head to look at me, and her eyes roamed over me. 'Your body is delicious, Becky.' She gazed at me and became coquettish. 'You make me feel... horny.'

'Well that's both of us then,' I smiled, appreciating her bronzed gorgeousness. I moved closer and we managed to kiss, slightly awkwardly.

'Come, we go back,' she said, and she abruptly turned and resumed her strong crawl. We took a wide arc on the return journey, but she unerringly brought us back to shore very close to our beach bags. We swam into the shallows, and then stood up in waist-deep water.

I was just starting to wade ashore, when she took my hand and turned me towards her. We kissed - an unmistakeably sexual kiss - and she reached behind my neck and unhooked the halter of my bikini top, letting the cups fall away from my breasts. The top fell down to float around my waist, and she lifted my soft globes up in her hands, bent her head, and started making the most succulent love to them.

There was no-one nearby, so I just threw my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sun on my face while my tits were adored, with the boisterous sea splashing around us. It was truly gorgeous. She was really into it and seemed to go into a kind of rapture. I had to put my arms around her and gently manoeuvre her towards the shallow water, so that I could do the same to her.

I pushed her gently away, then knelt in the soft sand in the shallows, pulled her to me, and stretched her bikini top up and over her breasts so I could get my lips on her salty nipples. Then I tried to give her the same pleasure she had given me. That was a very tall order, but I knew my attentions were appreciated when she gasped 'O dei' ('oh, the gods') She held me loosely with an arm across the back of my neck, and she stroked my cheek with her other hand, and kissed the top of my head. I had my arms around her waist, pulling her to me, and it was impossibly thrilling. From my first breathtaking sight of her to this in less than a day. Phenomenal.

We would have carried on and, who knows, maybe ended up with full-on sex, right there on the sand, but a couple of people were walking towards us along the water's edge so we had to stop and make ourselves decent before they got too close.

I pulled my cups up, and re-hooked my halter while she stretched her top down over those delectable breasts with their perfect tan lines. We put our "modesty wear" back on, picked up our bags, and walked back up to the hotel, arm in arm.

We went straight through to the sauna/pool building at the back of the hotel, took a quick shower to rinse the salt off, then went straight into the sauna, taking just towels with us. The sauna was fully up to temperature because Gaia had turned it on earlier in the day. She poured water, and soon the atmosphere was incredibly hot and steamy.

There were four benches in the sauna and we took two of them and just enjoyed the amazingly relaxing hot, steamy atmosphere, laying on towels, but with our bodies completely exposed, not needing to worry because this was the women's sauna, and separate from the men's, which was on the opposite side of the pool.

'Have you had sauna before, Becky?' Gaia asked me. She pronounced sauna the original, Finnish way -- "sa-una," rather than the anglicised "so-na."

'No,' I admitted.

'I love it. I have at least two or three each week.' She stretched luxuriously with her hands above her head, displaying her contours. Her body was gorgeous. Tanned and glistening as she lay there on her white towel. I could have easily become addicted.

I could see why she liked it. The extreme heat seemed to release endorphins, making it feel almost euphoric, and the sense of relaxation and tranquility -- of letting go of tensions -- was extraordinary.

I was already scheming on how I should initiate sauna sex when we were disturbed.

The older couple who were in the bar the previous night opened the door. They were just wrapped in towels, and they stopped in their tracks when they saw us. They initially tried to back out with 'scusa's, but Gaia called them back. There was an exchange in Italian, which I didn't understand, but it sounded a little playful, and they came in and spread their towels on the other two benches.

Gaia introduced them as Bella and Lina, and said, 'Do you mind, Becky?' and I waved dismissively.

'No, it's fine.'

What I didn't realise immediately was that Gaia had history with these two, and what they were going to get was a show. Or more than a show, actually.

They were both in their late fifties, I'd guess, but they were still quite attractive in that well-preserved older woman kind of way.

Naked, they were still pretty trim, despite slightly saggy breasts and some wrinkles here and there, and they both had very pronounced ghost bikinis. They were obviously sun-worshippers, but not nudists. I don't find a ghost bikini unattractive though, and I thought, for women of their age, they were still very sexy. It seemed they were also up for some serious lesbian voyeurism.

Gaia, came and sat on the low wall above the side of my bench, quite close to my face, and spread her legs wide open. I was initially a little shocked and confused. 'Gaia... what... Oh...' Just a few seconds was all it took for me to realise what was going on, and I responded immediately.

I motioned Bella and Lina to come closer, and they moved their towels to the floor in front of my bench and sat on them. If you're going to a show, you want the best seats in the house, right?

Their hands were already between their legs before we'd even done anything. Just the sight of us both naked was obviously enough to make them horny, especially when combined with the anticipation that we were about to have sex. We didn't keep them waiting long for something even more steamy.

I lay back on my towel and gazed up at Gaia, Was she really almost 40? Her skin was glowing with a slick coating of perspiration, and her breasts looked amazingly pert from below. Her pussy was hairy, but not too much of a jungle. Just a nice neat triangle of curls, and her legs were just awesome.

It was a great view. I wanted her to sit on me. Wanted to feel her flesh envelop me. Wanted to taste the delicious love liquid that was making her inner lips look so wet and succulent. But she was prolonging the anticipation, waiting until I had to swallow, my mouth was watering so much.

Bella and Lina were agog as they sat watching and waiting, their hands churning in their pussies, and Gaia finally moved her bum off the wall and lowered herself towards my face. 'You want pussy?'...Oh girl, do I.

She supported herself on her elbows on the wall, and paused just long enough for me to stick out my eager tongue, then she gently sank down and enveloped it in her gloriously rich and pinguid flesh.

She twisted sideways slightly, to get herself more squarely on my mouth, then she started, very slowly and gently, rolling her hips, squirming lubriciously, and smearing her honey all over my face. This was nothing like the urgent face-fuck of the previous evening. This was somehow even more salacious.

I was in pussy heaven. My God, how had I missed out on this for so long? I revelled in it. My mouth and my mind were hungry for it. Everything was so slippery, so salty, so musky, and so hot. So unbelievably fucking hot... Lesbian sex in a sauna. I highly recommend it

The position was too awkward for me to easily get my fingers into her, but i did everything I could with my tongue, lips, and even my nose, to give her pleasure, and her movements gradually became more lusty and thrusty. She began making breathy little noises and I involuntarily joined her, moaning deeply into her pussy, as her orgasm rose like an awakening monster, taking over her loins, her pussy, and her mind.

Bella and Lina were also becoming vocal as they lay back against the bench opposite, legs akimbo, and fingering themselves wildly, and soon there were four female voices joining in a concert of feminine pleasure. I don't know if anyone else approached the sauna while this was going on, but the sounds we were making were probably a pretty effective "keep out" sign.

Sweat and condensed droplets were trickling in rivulets all over Gaia's body, and mine, as she brought herself to a juddery orgasm, and I got another nectarous dose of her orgasm juice. Simply sublime.

She stepped down onto the floor, and stood in front of Bella and Lina, who were still building up to their climaxes. I couldn't see from behind, but she was obviously giving them a brazen pussy-show because their eyes were focussed avidly on her sex as they finger-fucked themselves wildly, faster and faster until they both reached noisy, wailing orgasms.

They both sat there, heads lolling and mouths open, and Gaia gave them her fingers to suck. It was some image; Gaia standing there, feet apart, partly straddling their legs, as they sat in a post orgasmic funk, with both her juicy hands dipping into their gaping, drooling mouths. God I needed to come!

I would have to wait a little while though. There was a short interlude, where Gaia sat on the bench between them, and they had a conversation in Italian, which Gaia eventually translated, saying, 'Bella and Lina would like it very much if they could lick your pussy. They think you are magnifica.'

All three of them were looking at me, and I found myself in a very enviable position. My pussy had a yearning, and here were three potentially hungry mouths eager for a taste. I decided to get demanding -- Tonya must have affected my brain.

'Yes, but I want all three of you. One orgasm each.'

'Gaia gave me THE fruitiest smile you have ever seen. Then, still holding eye-contact with me, she spoke, in Italian, to Bella and Lina, who dissolved into giggles that were surprisingly girly for women their age.

'We agree,' said Gaia. 'We are all yours, Becky.' Oo, I felt a delicious frisson pass through me. This was going to be fun.

'OK,' I said, 'Bella. Primo plato.' I just used the term used on Italian menus for "first plate," and it seemed to go down well. Everybody chuckled, and she made to get up but I motioned her to remain where she was, sitting on the floor. I got up and stood in front of her, enjoying that feeling of domination again, and I put my hands on her head and just pulled her against me. She closed her eyes and breathed in my aroma and I pushed my hips forward, just smearing her lips with my juice, and there was plenty of it.

Gaia poured more water on the coals, and the room filled afresh with steam.

My pubes actually had droplets of moisture clinging to them, the atmosphere was so saturated with humidity, and I pushed them into her face, parting my legs further and pushing her head back as she ate me with lust. I ground myself against her face, and my orgasm was so pent-up that it didn't take me long to come. It was a very wet orgasm, and Bella pursed her lips and sucked it out of me, noisily, like my pussy was an over ripe peach. She wanted every drop.

Gaia and Lina had been watching this display of Sapphic lust appreciatively, and when I stepped back, slightly shakily, leaving Bella wet-faced and gasping, they both looked at me, obviously thinking, 'who's next?'

I kept them guessing though, and I went back to lie on my bench for a minute. I trailed a finger up and down my wet groove, dipped in in my little well and then sucked it. Mm. I love my after-orgasm taste.

Gaia was watching me, her eyes burning with lust, while gently playing with herself, but Lina was on her knees, kissing Bella and obviously enjoying my taste on her lips. I gently rubbed my clit, and found it not too sensitive. I was ready for more.

In a firm voice, I simply said, 'Lina,' It was time for her to taste that honey at the source.

I dropped one leg to the floor, and let my knee loll to one side, fully exposing my pussy as she knelt in front of the bench, and I raked my fingers provocatively through my pubes, as she bent her head to taste me.

She was a little breathless with her arousal, and she occasionally gave a little involuntary 'oh' of pleasure as she immersed herself in the sexual joy of eating me, and she was good at it. Her mouth was a wonderful instrument of pleasure, and she used her fingers to help in all sorts of ways; spreading my lips wide, teasing my clit and, of course, exploring my innermost recesses. There is a lot to be said for experience.

I just lay in bliss, enveloped in steam and stimulation, feeling my orgasm building, growing in my loins from glowing ember to burning flame, and finally to a raging inferno of torrid gratification, leaving Lina licking her lips and moaning in lustful rapture. I don't know much Italian, but I understand what 'ohh deliziosa' means.

I was limp and loose limbed, in a bumper-sized bubble of bliss, and Lina went back to kiss Bella again. I got a certain pleasure from knowing I was flavouring their kisses.