Emily's first outdoor experience.

Inside one of the larger, ‘family’ changing rooms, Emily and I stripped prior to putting our bikinis on. Miss Brain said “Do it now.” Huh? Do what? (Honestly, I can be slow on the uptake sometimes). I hugged Emily from behind and whispered “listen….listen to all those people around us. Other people, just like us. Most will be in the changing cubicles just getting changed, but some will be doing more than that. There will be teenage lovers fucking, because this is the only place they have to go. There will be boys jacking off…and girls rubbing themselves to orgasm…and look…those little holes in the wall…that’s where people look through into the next cubicle. I wonder if anyone’s watching us now? 

I pulled her against me feeling her perfect bum press against me and ran my hands over the boobs. Then, just as quickly as I started, I let go. I knew I had got her going, but this wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Emily purred “Oooh…don’t stop.” So I hugged her to me again. “Imagine that teenage girl we saw ahead of us in the queue. What if she has an ultra-strict Catholic home. What if here among the background noise is the only chance she has to relax when she masturbates? I can imagine her stripping off…a pad in her undies so her mum doesn’t realise how wet her virgin daughter gets..she’s leaning back against the wall with her legs spread and rubbing her clit…” as I spoke, I allowed my hand to roam between her legs. She was already moist, but my fingers completed the job. I know that when Emily gets to a certain state of wetness, she simply won’t come down again until she has had a cum…or three.

Again, I stopped. This time, I made her get into her bikini and I got into mine. I flirted with her outrageously as we walked to the lockers which earned me the remark, “You can be one teasing bitch, Anna.” Yes. I know. Fun, isn’t it? 

In this swimming pool there is a wave machine that they set off every twenty minutes, plus a hot tub type thing..a huge circular pool, much warmer than the main pool, that froths and bubbles. It lacks the refinement of a jacuzzi, but does have a circular tile bench all the way round under the waterline. The frothing water means you can’t see what is happening under the water…which was what I wanted. 

There were four other people in there, three girls and a teenage boy who, I suspected daren’t move from where he was until his erection subsided. Seated on the bench, the water was just below our necks. Again, perfect. 

I reached over, under cover of the foaming water, and began to stroke her thighs. Emily stiffened and clamped her knees together, which I expected. However, I persisted, and she began to relax to the point that I could slide my hand all the way up to her crotch. So far so good, but I was a long way from finished yet. I felt Emily begin to push against my probing fingers and I knew she was enjoying it. 

What I didn’t tell you was as we settled in the hot tub, I slipped my bikini bottoms down to my knees. I took Emily’s hand, again under cover of bubbling framing water and placed it on my naked crotch and whispered “Your turn. Take your bottoms off.” Now, the pool water was warm..hot, even…but even so, Emily was bright red as I felt her tug her bikini down to her knees. 

Then, I put my hand back on her bare cunt. You can feel the difference in texture between water and pussy juice. It’s subtle, but distinguishable. I said to her “That boy over there. I bet he’s got a hard-on looking at those girls…and us. I bet he’s got his cock in his hand and is slowly wanking, maybe edging himself.” While fucking a boy doesn’t hold much attraction for her, talking about a boy masturbating does seem to turn her on…I’ll have to arrange that she sees it one day. I felt her clit engorge and slipped two fingers inside her. Slowly, I felt her left hand touch my legs and soon, it was cupping my sex like I was cupping hers. 

We kept up this low-level mutual fingering for…oh, I really don’t know….five minutes….five hours….whatever….then Emily turned her head to me and said those wonderful words that I love to hear her say “Oh Anna…I’m going to cum.” I told her to look straight at the teenage boy and just think of him spurting into the water. 

I felt every contraction of her vagina as she came. Oh, it’s such a wonderful thing, making another girl cum, and nothing short of heavenly making Emily cum. 

Back in the changing cubicle Emily said “I felt like,I really could see it…him…spurting his cum into the water. I’d like to see a guy spurt for real one day I think.” Then she turned to me “And now, missy, it’s your turn. She knelt at my feet and put one of my legs up on the silly little bench they have in these cubicles. She leaned in and began to use her tongue on me. Holding the back of her head and pulling her against me is so fucking erotic. Miss Brain hopped on board and gave me the image of that teenage boy again. This time, Emily was sitting on the bench and I was wanking him off in front of her. As, in my mind, he surged, I came into Emily’s mouth…quite loudly. 

We dressed and left the cubicle, holding hands. I love it when people stare at us. You can hear their minds working. ‘Huh..are they just friends or are the lesbians?” 

Emily’s first experience of outdoor, public sex….she said she really enjoyed it, but she doesn’t yet know she is at the beginning of a long and winding road. 

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Emily and I are moving in together. Not into her tiny little flat, but into a cottage ou the outskirts of the village. When we saw it, we both fell in love with it. More news next time.