A Week Back Home

And it’s something of a full house too. My 16 year old cousin is there with his folks. James is I guess typical of a 16 year old boy caught in the storms of puberty. His voices cracks when he talks, alternating between high pitch and low, and there’s a faint darkening of the fuzz on his face. He’s going to need to shave soon. 

He is somewhat reclusive, as I’m told, boys that age tend to be, but for all that, he’s ok, and not at all brattish like some kids are. 

The weather being glorious, the roof and walls of the swimming pool are retracted and the indoor pool is, temporarily, outdoor. Emily is working, so I decided I’d grab my costume and wander down for a leisurely morning of alternate sunbathing and swimming. The changing room down there is communal, after all, it would be, being a pool complex in a private home, and it is equipped with showers and a foot bath too. 

I didn’t think twice about stripping naked, showering and putting my bikini on…done it all before. 

I must have been there for about two hours, and was in the pool when James showed up in his swimming shorts and carrying his stuff. I barely looked up as he headed for the changing room. It was only on my fourth lap of the pool after that when Miss Brain tapped me on the shoulder and commented that he’d been in there a long time for someone already changed. 

I got out and padded silently to the changing room. There’s no door on it, just a 90 degree change to the direction of the wall, and I just walked in on him. His swimming shorts were round his ankles, his impressive dick was in one hand and my undies were in the other clamped to his face. 

Ever seen a rabbit in the headlights? Bless him, he even tried to stop wanking but his hand simply refused to obey his brain and carried on gently rubbing his cock albeit with less intensity.

What? Me? Outraged? Insulted? Invaded? Nope. Try empowered! Proud! I have always loved the idea that what is between my legs can have such a profound effect on others….male or female. 

There was the totally silent moment of impasse of course where he wondered if I was going to scream the place down, and I wondered how I could get him to finish without scaring him off. 

Fortunately, I’m blessed with a brain that takes action while I’m still trying to think about it. With an “Oh for fuck’s sake” Miss Brain had me reach behind myself to undo my bikini top and let it fall to the floor. James’s eyes bugged and his hand started to move again more confidently.

Bottoms next. I don’t think he has seen a vulva ever in his life, certainly not a real one, or a totally smooth one either. This added more impetus to his hand, and I knew it was safe to speak. “It’s ok James. It’s perfectly natural that you're curious and no, I don’t mind in the least. In fact, I’m flattered. (I felt I needed to add just a drop of warning) “Some girls would be furious, but I’m not one of them. Ok?” 

I pulled up a plastic chair and sat in it facing him. “Now, smell me, and watch me.” We were very close to one another as Miss Brain had positioned the chair perfectly. I hung my legs over it’s arms and let him see directly between my legs as I started masturbating as well. 

I was surprised how fast I got to the point of no return. I even warned him I was about to cum. He didn’t reply, he just ejaculated across the gap between us and splattered my tummy and boobs with his cum, the weaker shots actually hit my vulva which tripped me nicely over. 

Afterwards, I told him that no, I wouldn’t fuck him, but he could have my panties every day during the rest of the week and I told him where I’d leave them for him.

We showered. Put our swimming stuff back on and spent the rest of the morning in the pool.

Let’s just say that when I got out of the pool, he needed to stay in there for a few minutes while ‘things’ calmed down a bit. That made me smile. 

Later that night I told Emily that James had been caught sniffing my panties and wanking off. She just snorted and said “humph, your panties could make the pope cum!”  She then proceeded to fuck me using our beloved ‘Mike”….

…athough ‘Mike’ wasn’t the name we used! 

Stop press.

Fast forward to the next day. Same pool, same me, same bikini. As I walked into the pool area, I heard gentle rhythmic splashing. Someone was already in the pool. I was expecting it to be James, but it wasn’t. Instead it was a totally naked Dani! No costume, just her clothes piled on a lounger. She saw me and spun onto her back revealing, as Emily would say “her divine titties” and hairless mound! “What a place! I’ve never seen anything like this in a private home! I just couldn’t resist it.” Well, no-one here will mind a little nudity. Certainly not my parents who often wander around naked. And who could possibly object to seeing this goddess in all her glory. 

Again Miss Brain reached for the controls. “You know, I haven’t skinny-dipped for ages. Would you mind?” Dani grinned and shook her head. In seconds my bikini was off and I was in the pool before the bottoms had hit the lounger I’d tossed them at. Me and Dani, naked in the pool! Oh. My. God! 

Swimming became horseplay, and I took the opportunity to cop (several) feels. Her boobs, her bum and a couple of times, my hand found itself between her legs. 

And then…..talk about breathless dizziness. We had been wrestling, as I said, and my hand had found it’s way between her legs. I wasn’t trying to finger her, or stimulate her, but clearly, something triggered her. She flung her arms around my neck and held me close to her, boobs to boobs. She whispered two words….two words I was longing to hear. “Don’t stop.”

So, I didn’t.

I merely held her close while my fingers prayed a rosary on her clit. Dani came softly into my hand. 

Later that night, Emily was green with envy! She wanted every last detail…how Dani felt, what I did, how Dani cums….everything. 

I sincerely hope Emily finds out for herself. If the post-cum conversation Dani and I had is anything to go by, she will…and soon. 

Dani is reminiscent of a bud that you look at day after day after day. Each day, it’s a little more swollen…a little nearer to bursting into flower. Each day, it isn’t quite there. Then, one day, there it is in all its glory. Dani is, I would say, quite simply ‘ready’. Years of very limited sexual activity confined only to herself have given way to a desire to explore. She feels safe with us, and I am mindful of what a privilege that is. Dani doesn’t know whether she is straight, gay or bi, and anyway, why put labels on it? 

Her orgasm happened in the pool, so regrettably, I have nothing of it left on my fingers. No scent, no taste of her. 

But, and here’s my confession, she brought me off in the changing room. I had showered when I felt two arms surround me from behind. One travelled up to my aching breast, the other journeyed down my tummy to my clit. While I have no difficulty cumming just from clitoral stimulation, I much prefer something inside me, so I turned to her and murmured “Inside?” It was a request, a plea, and a question all rolled into one. Dani eased first one, then two fingers inside me and I guided her thumb to my pearl. 

Watching her eyes open wide as she felt not only my internal contractions as I came, but also my squirt was magical. Part of me wondered if she could go again in that moment. 

So I left her with my essence on her fingers to do with as she pleased. I didn’t suggest she tasted me, but we have talked about oral sex between girls before, and I have told her how amazing it is to taste another girl. 

These past three days have seen a quantum shift in many ways. On Saturday, we move back home, and who knows what will happen when we do?