Alex's Diary
The girls and boys changing rooms were in the same block and backed onto each other. It wasn't long before we became aware of holes in the walls. Who had made them was never discovered, and no it wasn't me, but both girls and boys used them to spy on each other. It was a bit of a relief, in some ways, to find out that I wasn't the only one around who was curious. I tried not to spend any more time at the wall than anybody else though.A little blonde called Jackie was a sight to behold in the showers. Small firm breasts, a tight body and a little triangle of golden hair between her legs. She was, literally, mouth watering, and I couldn't take my eyes off her, till I realised that I was likely to get a 'reputation' which would probably stick with me for the rest of my life.
She would stand there facing the wall as if she was unaware of the holes, maybe she was. Water dripped down from blonde hair plastered over her slim neck. Little rivulets ran over her breasts and down her totally flat stomach. They wormed their way through her pubic hair and down her thighs. I watched those lucky drops of water, imagining my tongue tracing the very same route. I was so jealous of her hands, gently caressing her body as she soaped herself.
Then she'd rinse herself off and pat herself dry. She'd wrap that towel around her body while using another to dry her hair. I so wanted to be that towel, or at least inside it with her!
The Bike
The bike rolled forward slowly. The girl’s teeth chattering as the wheels bumped over the unforgiving cobbles. Somehow Yvette managed to keep the front wheel pointing in the right direction and she held on tightly as the bike rapidly picked up speed. The front wheel crashed over an unusually large stone and she gasped as the handlebars almost jerked themselves free of her grasp. She felt the impact through the rock hard seat, her eyes opening wide at the unexpected pleasure.The thumps came over and over through the seat which she gripped tightly with her thighs as the wind blew her skirt right back. She felt exposed but with the thrill and excitement added by the obvious danger she was in, Yvette found, to her surprise, that she didn't care. She didn’t dare touch the brakes on the cobbled hill. She’d done that once before on her own bike and had been thrown off, landing in a painful heap while her bike went skittering down the hill on its side.
Further down the hill, must to Yvette’s relief, the cobbles became smaller and she managed to relax a little. The girl started to enjoy the feelings coursing through her body from the pounding between her legs. Her arousal increased with every thump and a wide grin appeared on her face. The impacts became more frequent and gentler as the bike slowed. She applied the brakes to reduce the frequency of the thumps and the road levelled out. The slower pounding increased her pleasure still further and the girl's thighs soon tightened even more over the saddle as the inevitable pulses started. The fabric of her blouse scratched over her nipples as the bike bounced over each stone, heightening her feelings. Once she reached the bottom, she was forced to stop and lay slumped over the handlebars, gasping for breath, as her body shuddered with a totally unexpected orgasm.
"You alright miss?"
She jumped at a friendly voice beside her. A man had stopped his van and was looking at her thighs still shuddering and gripping the saddle tightly. She forced herself to relax.
"Yes, I'm ok, thanks," she replied a little shakily. "Just a little tired." She didn't bother to try to cover her legs as she sat up in the saddle and leaned back, looking at him warily.
"It's a steep hill," he acknowledged. He made no mention of the fact that she had been coming down.
"Looks like you've been sweating a bit there," he looked pointedly at the wet seat, visible between her legs. She glanced down with embarrassment.
They both knew the dampness on the saddle and staining down the front of her panties wasn't only sweat. She blushed bright red. He chuckled and winked at her, had a good gawp at her heaving chest then closed the vans window and drove off.
Yvette watched the van go and found herself smiling. A new found sense of freedom washed over her and her smile turned into another wide grin. That was the first time she'd ever had any sort of sexual experience in a public place. She'd been discovered doing it too and had let a stranger look right up her skirt with barely even feeling an urge to cover up. He’d looked at her breasts too, or at least the little mounds made in her wet shirt by her nipples.
Ginger Love
"So," Laura said, gently stroking Clair's hair while looking at her daughter. "Tell me about your new found love.""Oh, er…" Marie decided to keep up the pretence of not overhearing their conversation.
"Clair told me you and this Susan have a thing going."
"Ah…"
"Sorry," Clair glanced over at Marie. "It just slipped out in all the excitement."
"It's ok," Marie said. "She's really nice actually."
"Yes, so Clair said. I'm glad you've found someone. I'm a little surprised it turned out to be another woman but I can hardly criticise you for that." She looked down at Clair and smiled again. "So how does Clair fit into your relationship?"
She felt Clair stiffen slightly and saw her daughter's smile falter.
"Well, it's sort of complicated," Marie said slowly. "Susan and I are a couple, like you and Clair I guess, but Clair pops in occasionally and we, er, have some fun together.
Clair relaxed, reasoning that she could weather any potential storm if Laura's own daughter was willing to talk to her mother so openly about their relationship.
"Fun as in going out or…"
"Both," Clair said. "I know your daughters body as well as I remember yours."
Marie spluttered as her mother coughed.
"Really, Clair!" Marie protested.
"What? They always say that honesty's the best policy."
"A little discretion's also a good thing!" Marie snapped, more than a little annoyed at her friend's outburst.
"Oh, well, you know me Marie." Clair glanced over at her friend. "I don't do discrete."
"So," Laura chuckled at her daughters obvious discomfort. "Threesome's then?"
"The best I've ever had," Clair laughed.
Marie put her head in her hands and groaned loudly.
"It's ok Marie," her mother said, amused. "After the things Clair and I did together, I'm not about to berate you for getting together with her. She's turned out amazingly beautiful and sexy and I wouldn't have been able to resist her either. I couldn't back then on the bus and I still can't."
Clair pulled Laura's head down and they kissed again. After a while Laura looked back at her daughter.
"So. When am I going to meet your new lover then?"
Marie smiled inwardly. Her mother had so easily accepted the fact that her daughter had a female partner.
"I can bring her round tomorrow if you like."
"Yes," Laura smiled again. "Tomorrow will be good. I have the day off."
"Ok." Clair made a note on her smartphone and settled back in the chair to watch her mother and her friend kissing and cuddling again.
Clair, the wine starting to affect her, rested back in Laura's lap for a moment. "Hey, we could turn our threesome into a foursome."
"What? Seriously?" Marie gasped. "Let's just not go there."
High Rise Loving
The manager looked up briefly as Susan strolled back into the hotel clutching her package. They ignored each other.Back in her flat, she waited till the girl was home then set her camera up again and went down to the flat. When she arrived, she turned the light on right away. She glanced at the monitor she had set up and nodded to herself. It was working perfectly. She could clearly see the girl sitting at her telescope watching her.
She felt that now familiar surge of excitement as she started stripping. She’d first felt it as a teenager, she’d never bothered to draw the curtains in her bedroom and, as she'd got older, she had gradually become aware of being watched. Over time, she’d noticed that there was always a light on in an upstairs room of the house opposite which went off as soon as she turned hers on. One night she’d gone into her room, seen the other light go off and she’d backed out of her room, going into her brother’s darkened room and looked out of the window. She saw the outline of someone in that dark window looking across the street at her house. She had gone back into her room wondering what to do. She felt safe in her parents home and, after a little thought, had stripped right in front of the window as if nothing had changed. Excited by the new feelings coursing through her body, she had continued changing in front of the window, morning and evening, until she moved out and got a place of her own. She still loved performing for people and did so without any reservation at all. Potentially dangerous for someone in her position, she conceded, but exhilarating too.
Her blouse came off first, revealing a black frilly bra that she hoped the girl would like. Then she removed her skirt, exposing her matching black knickers. She roamed around for a few minutes, teasing the girl, before stopping by the bed to remove her underwear.
She did it quickly, not wanting to waste any more time. She knew the girl would leave her scope soon if she didn't give her something worth watching.
Ok, honey, she thought. I hope you're there and I really hope you’re ready. This is for you.
She lay on the bed and picked up a book. She pretended to read it and, after a minute or two, started kneading her breasts. She played with her nipples while spreading her legs to give the girl a better view. She glanced at the monitor, her new favourite voyeur was still there.
She took a deep breath and moved her hand down between her legs where she started rubbing in exaggerated circular motions, for the watcher's benefit.
As she watched the monitor, she saw the girl behind the telescope get up and stare at her out of the window, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing through her telescope. She didn't stay there long, she was very quickly back behind the scope.
The Photographer
When I got back home from college the next day I couldn't believe that Vivian was sitting with my mother on the sofa, apparently waiting for me to get home. Major embarrassment time..."Pauline! Look who's here." Mum said mischievously as I entered the room.
Vivian literally took my breath away. When I said she was a beauty earlier, I wasn't kidding but I'd never before seen her wearing what she was today. A long flowing black ball gown with a slit all the way up to her waist through which she poked a long slender leg. The top was cut so low that it exposed half of each of her breasts. This was the sort of thing Hollywood stars wore, not the woman next door.
"Well, I guess you approve then?" She smiled, glancing down at the already obvious pair of little bumps in my blouse.
"Uh, yeah. You look amazing." She did too, with her long jet black hair and dark brown eyes.
"Doesn't she just," mum said, a twinkle in her eye.
"So, I hear you're looking for a nude model, Pauline." Vivian fixed me in her dark eyed stare.
"Uh, yeah."
"Doesn't talk much, does she?" She glanced at my mother.
"Guess she's just a little nervous."
Vivian gracefully got to her feet and walked up to me. She stopped just a foot away.
My heart was beating so hard I felt sure she'd be able to hear it.
"Well, I'd be delighted to pose for you, Pauline. Only tasteful stuff though. I don't do porn. And I don't want my face in any of the photo's. Not the ones you intend to show to other people, anyway."
"Oh, no, of course not." I managed that at least.
“Do you have your camera? You could take a few practice shots of the two of us,” she glanced at mum still sitting on the sofa. “No racy stuff of course, just normal friends together shots.”
“Well, I guess so.”
I went to get the camera and we shot off half a roll of the typical sort of nonsense selfie photos people take on holiday. Looking through the viewfinder, I was struck at how beautiful both women were.
Once we’d finished, Vivian came up to me again and put her arms around my neck. “That was fun dearie,” she said. “I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”
We stood there staring into each others eyes till my mother coughed. A smile crossed Vivian’s lips and I thought for one moment that she was about to kiss me. If so, she changed her mind but, in my nervousness, I still didn’t know where to look. She returned to my mother, gave her a kiss on the cheek then walked towards the door.
"I'm off to a party now,” she said. “But come by tomorrow and we can make a start."
I watched her walk out, swaying her hips a little more than necessary.
"Looks like lust at first sight to me." Mum chuckled.
I had to leave the room before I embarrassed myself.
The Pickup
I watched as the woman nervously played with the ring on her finger. She looked down at her hands as she twirled the ring around and around."Married?" I asked her.
She nodded but said nothing. I was quite surprised. Normally, women wearing business suits are prepared for pretty much anything you can throw at them. This was evidently a new situation for her, one she was totally unprepared for. That was quite encouraging for me.
"To a man?" I asked.
There was silence for a few long seconds, then...
"Of course," she blurted out, finally, as if she'd been trying to think of something else to say.
“Any kids?” I don’t know why I asked that.
“I… I have a daughter. About your age, probably.”
I sat back and smiled at the stunning redhead. She was, quite simply, the most startlingly beautiful woman I had ever seen and I didn't want to make any more mistakes. Losing her would be quite devastating. I realised, with some shock, that this woman was actually making me nervous. Me, a professional dancer, used to being up on stage completely naked in front of all sorts of strange lecherous people, and here I was acting like an immature school kid.
I leaned forward again, forcing her to do the same to hear me. I lost my train of thought and almost tried to kiss her. Luckily I managed to catch myself in time. Close up, she was incredible and I thought she must be able to hear my heart pounding.
“I like older women,” I told her.
I fancied I saw a smile briefly cross her lips a split second before she looked away. I thought it might have been my imagination. Wishful thinking?
I threw caution to the wind and put a hand on her knee. She flinched but didn't try to remove it.
"I've never been with such an incredibly beautiful woman though."
She looked up at my face then down again. She was having a hard time but I just couldn't let her go. There just wasn't time.
"Only a woman truly knows how to please a woman," I ventured quietly. When she looked up into my eyes again, I allowed mine to open wide and looked directly into hers. Up to now I'd kept them partially shuttered, waiting for the right moment.
She gasped immediately. It never failed. It got them every time, male or female, nobody was immune. When fully opened, my eyes were a stunning deep sky blue, the colour made even more vivid by my dark tanned skin and the black makeup all around them. I silently congratulated myself for all those hours spent under the ultraviolet lamps in the salon.
Someone had once told me it was as if God had put a light inside my head that shone out through my eyes. Who was I to argue with God? I just used what I had been given as best I could, and picking up this woman was the best use for them that I could think of.
This time though, we both experienced the effect, her emerald green eyes were just as stunning as mine and, for the second time in a few minutes, I felt that stomach kick.
She started biting her lip, in just the way I had been doing earlier, but she didn't look away.
Watching (the Girls)
“Hey! Leave my husband alone, bitch.”I relaxed. It was just an irate woman who couldn’t hold on to her man. This was nothing new. I’d been here before. There were a few different ways to deal with this. I turned around slowly to see exactly what I was dealing with.
I looked the woman up and down. She was quite attractive though a little short and skinny, barely up to my shoulder with dark hair pulled back into a bun, a long figure hugging dress and bright brown eyes. She looked quite cute as it happened. How did I miss her?
With my new found interest in women, I decided to try a different approach this time.
“Well,” I said quietly, looking into her dark eyes. “Aren’t you a pretty one.”
“What?” She stepped back, but not quickly enough. I took a couple of steps towards her and cupped her cute face in my hands.
Backed up firmly against a sink, she had nowhere to go and looked around in alarm.
“Don’t worry honey,” I told her. “I have no interest in your husband. It’s you I want. This will be a lot of fun for both of us.”
I laughed inwardly as she gaped, her eyes wide.
“But…”
I put a finger over her lips to silence her as I slipped an arm behind her waist and pulled her close.
It must have been obvious to her that I was a lot stronger than she was and would have no trouble keeping her here. She looked up into my eyes with a little fear as I stroked her cheek.
“You’re very pretty," I told her. That was true. My excitement rose as I pressed my body against hers.
Before she could get away, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up onto the sink. She was as light as a feather.
“What do you want?” The woman gasped.
“I want to make love to you darling.”
“What? No,” she protested. “I’m not a…”
“Lesbian? Neither am I but there’s something about you that brings out the animal in me.”
She gasped again as I squeezed her buttocks.
“I want you sweetie. Right here, right now.”
“But… We can’t… Someone might see us.”
She’s worried about being seen, not about the two of us getting together. That was my cue to continue.
“That’s what makes it so exciting.”
Surprisingly, she didn’t protest when I started pulling her dress up towards her waist.
“Lovely legs,” I observed, as they came into view. They were too. I wasn’t flattering her. Long and slim but nice and shapely. She flinched and breathed deeply as I ran my hands along her soft thighs and down her calves. She looked anxiously at the door.
“But what if someone comes in?” She was still worried. I needed to get her a bit more worked up.
“Then they can join us, or not, as they please.”
She laughed nervously, catching her breath again when I pushed her dress up over her hips.
“Oh. No knickers. You naughty girl.”
She giggled and I knew I had her. She didn’t protest when I bent down and kissed her thigh...
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