Jolanda Speedwell lounged back in the warm water, watching Jasmine and three young waiters filing out of the pool cabaña. If Jasmine was on her way back to her rooms, Jolanda wouldn't say anything, but she could see Jasmine was still nude. Sure enough, after the waiters were out of sight, Jasmine walked over to the pool.
"So *nice* to have all three hungry holes filled at the same time!" Jolanda said, enjoying the roll and thrust of Jasmine's breasts and hips as she walked.
Jasmine only smiled (and burped, rich protein perfume of semen rising up in her nostrils). "The total experience," she lied, wiggling her arse. Her vaj and anus tingled, even though they hadn't entertained cocks, only a tongue (or two) and a tentative teenage fingertip. "The Clinic has such *helpful* staff!" she added. That, at least, wasn't a lie.
"You must be feeling a bit stiff," Jolanda waved her over, running through her mind all the possible positions a woman could take to accommodate three passionate young men simultaneously, and what muscle groups each would put the most load on, "C'mon in and let me rub your shoulders."
Jasmine stepped down into the pool, Jolanda watching the warm water rising against Jasmine's legs, caressing her thighs and buttocks, covering her pudenda. Jasmine remembered Jolanda looking at her after the water aerobics class, eyes intent on her heavy breasts and her curly brown bush.
This evening, Jolanda was the one with her legs invitingly spread, though she was deep enough in the water and the light was dim enough Jasmine couldn't see even if she was wearing a bikini. She hoped not: it had been quite some time since she'd been naked with another woman. As she turned around and sat down, her back to Jolanda, she felt the warm water lifting up her breasts until they floated free. That, alone, relieved strain on her back.
Jolanda wrapped her legs around Jasmine, holding her securely. She felt hard nipples rubbing her back as Jolanda's strong hands began to knead her shoulders. "Some guests," Jolanda began, "Especially when they first arrive, find it hard to cope with the diet regimen here at the Demeter Foundation."
"Ooh, that feels so nice!" Jasmine simply *adored* the touch of the younger woman's fingers. Even better, she could tell now, from the taut skin rubbing against her arse, that Jolanda was not wearing a swimsuit, not even the bottom portion of a bikini.
Then, coming back to the food issue, "I know you have people working so *hard* on diet and nutrition." She thought about the scheduler/nutritionist and how *hard* his "sausage" was, and how *good* it tasted! "Besides, the conversation and company at the dinner table has been such a wonderful diversion I hardly notice how much food I've been eating!"
"That's wonderful to hear!" Jolanda paused her massage and wrapped her arms around Jasmine, hands under Jasmine's breasts. Not cupping them, exactly, just holding Jasmine comfortingly. "You'd be surprised at how many guests try to wheedle some treats from the nice boys and girls working in the kitchen and the dining room."
"That seems so unfair to them."
"Yes it is, but they are well-trained. They also know there are so many things other than food that are just as enjoyable and provide some exercise too!" She rolled her hips back and forth gently, rubbing her wide-open pussylips against Jasmine's substantial buttocks, indicating just the parts that might be exercised. Jolanda was shaved smooth. Jasmine detected just the barest hit of stubble. After all, it was rather late in the day. Jolanda's arms and legs held her so securely and comfortingly, Jasmine sighed with pure bliss.
Where was this going, though? Jolanda's affections seemed so much less urgent than the boys' had been. Jasmine, herself, hadn't been with another women for quite a while. On an ordinary day her clit and nipples would have been throbbing insistently at the touch -- even just the *sight* of! -- the fitness trainer's trim, sculpted body. Today, though, Jasmine was still deep in the pleasant post-orgasmic afterglow, still savouring the joy of three firm young cocks and three eager (if inexperienced) tongues.
She idly wondered about how it would feel to kiss Jolanda (friendly, or passionate tongues?) and hold her breasts, even lick the younger woman's clit. She didn't make the first move, just relaxed, still feeling satiated. Besides, later tonight she was expecting a call from her boyfriend. Not that she would have the energy to put on a fancy wardrobe this time...
Jolanda didn't make a move. In fact, she released Jasmine's breasts and went back to massaging her shoulders again. After a few more minutes working out the kinks in Jasmine's muscles, Jolanda asks, "How's that? Help?"
"That feels so nice!" Jasmine answered, shaking her arms out and feeling how smoothly her muscles moved under the skin. Was that it? Was Jolanda just making sure Jasmine wasn't trying to cadge an extra dessert from the dining room? Not that the dining room often served desserts...
Yes, that was all Jolanda wanted. She was so *professional!* She helped Jasmine climb the steps out of the pool -- no need to boost her up with her strong hands on Jasmine's buttocks like this afternoon -- and got towels for both of them. Even drying off they did without touching each other, though Jasmine did see a certain hunger as Jolanda ran her eyes over Jasmines body. Did she have the same scruples as the doctor? Look, but don't touch? (Other than a nice, friendly hug in the water, erogenous zones rubbing comfortably) A pity, since there were so few women working here.
On the other hand, the *guests,* of which there were quite a few, were exclusively female. Perhaps she would cultivate some acquaintances?
The two women dressed themselves. Jasmine had not used her swimsuit for actually swimming yet, though this was the second time in the pool for her. Except for the crotch -- still positively *sopping* with her pussyjuices! -- the bikini was bone-dry, as was the robe she put on over it.
Jolanda wore a robe too, a long-sleeved wrap that covered her down to her knees. The difference was, she wore no swimsuit, in fact nothing at all under it. It wasn't transparent. The cotton cloth was thick enough that even when it pulled tight over her buttocks or breasts, it revealed no outlines of curves, clefts or nipples, at least where it was dry. When she gave Jasmine a hug goodnight, Jasmine felt no skin against her at all.
Was Jolanda really heading home wearing only the robe, and a pair of sturdy sandals? She needed no brassière for her athletically supple breasts, and it would take a strong wind to push the hem of the rope up and expose anything scandalous, but still...
On her own walk back to her rooms, Jasmine smiled with anticipation thinking about what she would tell her boyfriend when he called. How much could she tell about Jolanda? Best not mention her. There were plenty of other women she'd seen nude, even glimpses of pink, or aroused nipples. At least that's what Jasmine liked to think, though the nipple stiffies could have been from the cold. Her boyfriend would get hot (and maybe jealous) to hear about all the nude women sunning themselves and splashing about in the pool.
She would tell him she was too tired to find some fancy outfit. This was true, she didn't have the energy to struggle into fishnet stockings or leather or latex now, no matter how much it gave her the warm, wet feeling inside to dress in fetish that reduced men to drooling erections. She *would* wear the black silk panties he had given her for her last birthday. He had packed them for her, so she owed him that. While she hunted them up, she reminded herself that when she gifted sweet William with a pair of her panties tomorrow, it wouldn't be these, she didn't want her boyfriend wondering where they'd got off to, or who might be fornicating with them!
