(The Demeter Foundation, Chapter 4)
Jasmine found the water aerobics enjoyable. On land, her legs and feet struggled to support her hundred plus kilogrammes. Her chest was her best feature, but the weight was a strain on her back. In the pool, her body's buoyancy relieved the discomfort. Being naked in the company of other women, their breasts bobbing and splashing, nipples unashamedly erect and happy in the cool water, was a lovely way to spend a sunny hour or so.
Today there were only five of them, her, three other chubby guests and Jolanda, the trainer Jasmine had seen yesterday, a heavily muscled African woman in a tight one-piece that accentuated every curve. Jolanda was quite capable, but Jasmine's exhibitionism was more enthusiastic when she had male eyes on her, so from time to time she looked around to see if anyone was watching them.
Near the end of their session, she finally spotted one, a young man running a lawn mower. She couldn't be certain he was looking her way, though, or even if he was the same young man she'd seen earlier. If he was watching the women in the pool, he gave no sign. Imagine, a teenage boy with a job that kept him around crowds of nude women all day long! She would have to see if he liked to do more than see.
When Jolanda clapped for time, Jasmine, still watching the boy with the lawnmower, waded to the side of the pool and boosted herself up. Finding herself heavier out of water, she struggled.
"Ought to use the stairs," said Jolanda, swimming over to help her, "It's safer that way." Safer, yes, but Jolanda found the trainer's hands on her bare thighs and buttocks felt so *nice* she was glad she'd been distracted by the boy. Sitting on the edge of the pool, she stretched her arms and legs, opening her knees as widely as she could. Not reaching between her legs to pull her pussylips apart and display her pink -- that would attract attention, yes, and she enjoyed showing off... but... it would have been... *unseemly.* Jasmine wondered if Jolanda would notice.
She *did!* Jolanda smiled and winked and for a second Jasmine though she might bend down to lick... her tongue danced around her lips... but of course not... Jasmine's throbbing clit was misbehaving again, didn't understand it was broad daylight and there were people around... Jolanda turned and waded over to help her other students. Jasmine noticed she didn't touch any of *them*...
She turned again to the boy with the lawnmower, drying herself slowly, hoping he might notice, finally putting on her thong, skirt, sports bra and white T-shirt. The boy looked towards the pool. Now that she was covering up her succulent tits and bushy wet pussyfur, he was finally paying attention? Turning off the mower, he pushed it over by a small maintenance shed up against the fence marking the edge of the clothing-optional area and looked up in her direction again.
But not quite. As he turned and stepped into the shed Jasmine saw one of the women from the exercise class hurry past her. She was the oldest woman in their group, past sixty, grey-haired and wrinkled, but she had scrupulously applied sunblock: her skin was so pale it shone.
The woman had only had time to put on sandals, the bottom of a two-piece and a sheer coverup. Her breasts swung and bounced as she trotted to the shed. She must have known the boy was expecting her, because she followed him in without a word or even a pause.
Jasmine remembered the waiter's advice at breakfast to, "Pursue your activities *indoors!*" and looked back at the pool cabaña for comparison. Yes, the maintenance shed was certainly big enough, depending on how much equipment was stored in it.
Curious, Jasmine put her towel around her shoulders and walked casually past the shed, hoping to get a glimpse inside. The woman hadn't closed the door after entering. Perhaps because there was no light inside? Perhaps the two of them *wanted* to be observed, if discreetly? Jasmine decided to assume that.
She discovered the two of them had wasted no time. His trousers were down around his ankles, as was her swimsuit. Jasmine couldn't see what she'd done with her coverup. She had bent over and was holding tight to a tool rack mounted on the wall. He was bent over too, holding her breasts as he thrust into her.
"Wow, your tits are so," the boy thrust again, hard, "so beautiful, so BIG!"
"For fucks sake -- UH! -- of course they are," the woman grunted as he hilted himself inside her, "Every woman that comes here has huge titties!" She grunted again, "I know you've handled plenty!"
"No, just you -- UH -- you're the only one -- "
She cut him off, knowing he was lying, "I'll give you something -- HARDER! boy HARDER! -- so you'll remember me and remember something other -- UUHHHH! -- than my big titties!"
"W-what?" the boy was breathing hard now. He'd let go her breasts and was gripping her hips as he pumped in and out.
"Next time you be a good little boy and bring a condom -- a *lubed* condom -- and you can *sodomize* me!"
"Oh! M-ma'am!" the boy faltered.
"Right now, take your finger, suck on it to get it wet for me then -- wait till I tell you -- shove it up my big, beautiful *arse!*"
"Yes, m-ma'am." The boy seemed unsure, but released her right hip and quickly jammed his right index finger in his mouth, as if he were wishing he could suck his thumb instead.
"Good boy!" The rakes and clippers in the rack in front of her shook and banged as she gripped it harder and arched her back. This forced him to lean forward a little, changing the angle of his hips, but it opened up her buttocks. She waited for him to get another few thrusts in, then practically shouted, "Now! I'm right there, boy, right on the edge, finger-fuck my arse NOW!"
Jasmine saw the boy reaching in between her cheeks, grunting with the effort, then heard, "UH! UUHH!! AaaaaaaaAHHHHH!!!" her scream was so loud Jasmine stumbled back, looking around, wondering if anyone else had heard them.
The pool area was deserted, everything was quiet. The woman had stopped screaming, and Jasmine was now far enough from the shed she couldn't have heard anything, even if they had (quietly) resumed their lovemaking.
Despite a curiosity that twitched maddeningly at her nipples and clit, she didn't go back to look, not wanting to risk an awkward encounter if they recovered too quickly. She waited by the pool to see if they would come out, then, remembering what the waiter had said at breakfast, took a look in the pool cabaña. The waiter had known what he was talking about (and *why* would that be, exactly?): there was plenty of room among the pool tools, folded towels and lifesaving equipment. There were even lights, old fashioned warm incandescent bulbs. The floor was some kind of rubberized padding over the concrete.
When she stepped out, there was still no-one else around, so she decided to return to her rooms, rather than wait to see if the lovers would emerge from the tool shed. Assuming she remembered his schedule correctly, she would arrive just in time to spend a few minutes with the young man on the cleaning crew before meeting her friends for lunch.
