Desperate for some pussy play with a woman after six month exclusive heteorsexual fling (redacted). To get myself hot I headed for the gym, sun shining and spring finally in the air. From the crosstrainer I have a clear view from the gym window, down to the pool below. My forty minute programme passes quickly as I scan each and every body whilst deciding whether I’d have sex with them. I always fancy more women than men, their bodies can be achingly beautiful and I become aroused in my appreciation of their muscles, thighs and shoulders, waists, bottoms and tits…I always feel randy at the gym, ever since that time a couple of years back….
As I say, it was a couple of years back, I was planning a trip to London later that afternoon to see my sex bud at the time, Matt. I had the whole day to myself to fanny around and titivate. I love days like this and wallowed in the luxury of being free to please myself. After a cup of tea in bed and leisurely breakfast listening to ‘women’s hour’, I headed for the gym.
Friday mornings were women only until midday. Every afternoon was mixed. I arrived just after eleven when the rush of ‘women only’ girls were done. I wasn’t bothered by the presence of men but enjoyed the quietness of the club just prior to the crossover. There were only two women still working out when I entered the weights room. They appeared to know each other as they were chatting and laughing. They smiled at me as I approached the treadmill and cast me approving glances. I got the distinct impression that these two were very definitely ‘women only’ kind of girls! I was curious and never threatened by lesbianism and appreciated the affirmation in their eyes. It was confidence boosting to be fancied, from whatever quarter. Naturally there were situations where the approval was unwelcome. My mind turned to the various instances where this would be the case.
My wandering mind had seen me through fifteen minutes warm up. I put these thoughts aside and concentrated on my lunges and presses. After my workout, I changed into my swimmers and entered the wet room. The two women were in the Jacuzzi, still laughing and relaxing. It felt too awkward to join them, I chose the swimming pool instead. Between the two pools stood a huge pot plant slightly obscuring the view but allowing glimpses and fleeting eye contact between fronds of overgrown fern. We three women eyed each other, subtly and unsmiling, trying to suss what the others were thinking whilst giving nothing of ourselves away. I felt outnumbered and in a horny way helpless. I wanted them to make a move, to seduce me, take me to Sapphic heaven! I was acutely aware at how often we had caught each other’s eye and I made an effort not to look their way for the next ten lengths.
I lost myself in thoughts of Matt and what sauce we’d get up to later that day. I loved having sex with this bloke. He thought I was a nymphomaniac. I thought he was the horny one and would say so, but he always played it down, making it all about me, ‘I bet you say that to all the boys.’ Anyway, we only joked about which of us was ‘to blame’ for the randiness. I learnt over the years how false, insincere and very un-sexy superlatives can be. After all, ‘You’re the best’ leaves no room for development. Up on that pedestal, there is only one place to go - and that’s down. I looked at the clock; I’d been swimming for twenty minutes. The two women were still in the Jacuzzi. Were they waiting for me? They must have been getting shrivelled toes and fingers by now. I laughed to myself, climbed from the pool and entered the steam room. I breathed in the scent of eucalyptus and stretched out in the white fog.
A cold blast of air made me open my eyes as the door opened and closed behind the figures of the two women. They said ‘hi’ in unison and sat down, one near my head, the other across from me. ‘Hi’ I said, raising my eyes to look up into the face of one of the girls. As I did, the girl reached out and very gently brushed her fingers across my nipples. Fleetingly, I thought to protest, but instead, let out a groan of pleasure as my tits responded to the feminine touch. That groan was all the encouragement they needed as two sets of hands fell upon me. In the hot white air, I felt my skin being stroked, my limbs caressed, my cunt mauled, my tits squeezed. I was spreading my legs, stretching out for them to take their pleasure, urging them on with encouraging moans. One of the girls pulled down the top of my bathing suit and leaning forward licked and sucked at my nipples. I felt deliciously helpless. I could definitely go for some more of this!
Suddenly, we all stopped what we were doing, a loud splash had let us know someone was in the pool, if the first lot of men were coming into the wet area, anyone could walk in on us. Flushed from the steam room and the sexual excitement, we hurried back upstairs to the changing room, I adjusted my swimmers just in time as several men now wandered around the pool and stood under showers appraising each other.
Once in the changing room together, I felt coy and unsure what to do next. No one spoke. There were no other women around. I felt a little self-conscious as I could feel their eyes and smiles all over me as I prepared for the shower.
I had been under the stream of hot water for less than a minute. I began to fear that they would leave me alone, surely they wouldn’t abandon their seduction? I needn’t have worried. Hands pulled aside the curtain, enough to allow two bare bodies to join me. Three naked women crammed into one shower cubicle our erect nipples and soapy tits jostling each other for room. With the slippery lather of soap and shampoo it was impossible to know whose hands were doing what. I could have been caressing myself, I didn’t know, being lost in a sensual orgy of fumbling and twiddling. I was pushed back against the wall, my legs held apart by the two strong legs of the taller girl. While my breasts were mashed together and my nipples fiercely pinched under the hot water, I squirmed with pleasure. I felt overpowered and over stimulated as the second woman knelt between the four legs and lapped at my stretched cunt. I was breathing loudly, groaning and sighing, swallowing big gobbles of water. Distantly, I hoped there was still no one else in the changing area, as I soaked up the lavish affection of these two lessies.
I leant back against the tiled wall, spread my legs as far apart as I could get them and reached down to pull open my vagina lips. Both women now attended to me from the floor of the cubicle as they knelt to fondle and manipulate my clit. Fingers flickered at my slippery minge, wanking me off while I wriggled and moaned above them. I felt my body stiffen as I started to come. Hands shored me up to stop my legs buckling as I exploded under the stream of hot sex, water and soapiness.
We all grinned at each other and giggled at ourselves as we stepped from the shower. I was selfishly relieved to observe that neither of the seducers seemed to require reciprocation, perhaps another day? Or perhaps this was their foreplay. Slowly and with tremulous legs I dried myself and dressed. By the time I was ready to leave the two girls had struck up conversation with several women who had drifted into the changing room. I called out; ‘bye, thanks for your help earlier’ they smirked and replied in unison ‘our pleasure’.
I floated home in a dream, an erotic one; I was really wet and aroused now. Those two hot birds had got me nicely worked up for my visit to Matt. As sexy as my lesbian fumble in the shower had been, I love a stiff hot dick, and it would be all mine in about four hour’s time…