Winter Watching

Over the years, I’ve been careful to acquire clothes that are useful for exposing myself in public during the winter months. I have panties that are cut long at the crotch, so they expose my sex if I adopt certain positions. I have a swimming costume that all I have to do is sit on the side of the pool and move my bum backwards for the crotch to peel itself away from me showing..well..everything…IF you are standing in the pool at just the right angle. 

Similarly, when I ice skate, I have a leotard…or rather leotards each of which has something to offer. One, for example, has a permanent dark mark at the crotch that looks for all the world like wetness. Another is, frankly, threadbare and in places transparent. Still another is very thin (and uncomfortable as fuck) and risks a labia or two finding their way out to a waiting world. 

And so, I found myself at the rink intent on a) skating - I’m still not back to what I was before I broke my leg) and b) exposing myself, followed by c) a good wank in a public restroom. 

So it came as a slap in the face when I saw a girl on the ice as I was getting ready who clearly had the same idea! 

I watched as she skated and noticed the leotard that was at least a size, maybe more too small so her tits bulged out of the top, no tights (we usually wear tights) and her routine which had way too many Biellmann spins, camel spins and spirals (all of which show a skater’s crotch) than would be tolerated in any serious competition routine. 

I also noticed as I watched her that the mark at the crotch of her leotard was genuine dampness since it was changing in shape. Her nipples pressed hard against the material, and the pink flush on her over-exposed chest and neck gave the game away.

I had paused in getting ready and hadn’t gone out to warm up on the ice (yes I know…contradiction in terms, but that’s what we do) but I had got to the point where all I needed to do was slip the blade guards off and go for it. As convention dictates, I stuck to the edge of the rink, (just inside where the constants expansion of the ice forms rough, ‘’grumbly’ ice, and dis some basic warm ups, all the while watching her. 

My nose started dripping (along with elsewhere!) and I returned to my bag for a handkerchief. Then she stepped off the ice and came to her bag which was right beside me! (happy day). Instantly Miss Nose dissected the air around her. She’d clearly been working hard….fresh sweat…a hint of deodorant but nothing more than a hint….and…..ahhhh yes….definite vagina. 

She smiled, introduced herself as Kim, and asked if I’d like to ‘shadow’. (A pair of skaters mirroring one another.) So we took turns leading, and then I suggested improvisation. This is tricky on ice as it can lead to accidents….but on the upside, it involved some body contact and holding. What’s not to like? 

Twenty minutes later we were doing great….and not just in the skating. One of the coaches was watching us intently (and noting my sloppy edges I have no doubt.) We even tried a couple of synchronised toe loops. (Which fucking hurt). By the time we got off the ice, we were both ready for a hot drink, and…..well……”Right. I’m for a shower.” 

Who was it who said, “Me too?” Oh…wait…it was me.

The showers are obviously split male/female, but in the female side, there are cubicles consisting of a door, a bench along the wall with the shower at the far end and a common drainage trough running the length of the ten shower cubicles in there. It was easy for us to duck into one cubicle. Bags on the bench, we peeled out sweaty leotards off, casting furtive glances into the crotches as girls are wont to do, and then…..well….there’s no other way to phrase it really…..she raped me!

She put the water on, as much to cover any noises as anything else, pushed me under the spray against the wall and…umm….had me. Lips, fingers, kissing, tongues….and boy, was she adept at oral! Fucking Hell! In situations like this, I’m used to being the prime mover, but I am naturally submissive and this….well, this was right up my street, as well as being right up me! 

She used her finger in my bum as well as three fingers up my vagina as she licked me to a soul-crushing orgasm. The first of four before we swapped roles. Adept as she was….there was….I don’t know…’something’. When she looked up at me while she was eating me out, I saw something in definable in her eyes. 

Even so, when it was my turn, she acquiesced readily to everything I did to her. My unusually long tongue up her bum? Bring it on! Squirt in my mouth? Yes please! I think she came three times to my four. 

As we showered afterwards, we washed one another, and as we were drying, she said, “Can I tell you something?” Oh dear! This was either going to be very good or very bad. I painted a confident “Sure” kind of smile, and managed some form of half-assed, “Uh-huh.” 

“This was my first time with another girl. Oh, I’ve thought about it ever since I was 13, and as time went by, I got more and more detailed in what I’d like to do. I hope I was ok?” 

Ok? I could barely walk, my knees were so shaky.

“Your first time? I would never  have guessed! You were…perfection.” And then the alarm bell started clanging in my head, and a question didn’t want to ask formed at my lips.

“Kim…I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how old are you?” Please God let her be ‘legal’. The ever-welcoming pages of the sex offenders register floated before my eyes but she said. “I know I look younger, but I’m actually 27.” A flood of relief washed over me. Age play - ie ‘pretend’ is one thing. Real life…quite something else. “I guess I should ask how old are you?” 

“Guess.” (seriously? Miss Brain can be an unmitigated cunt sometimes.) 

“Umm….18? Please God!” 

“No…how old do you really think I am?” She gazed me up and down, from hairless crotch to micro-tits…..”Well…..honestly, you could be anywhere between 15 to, oh maybe 20.” 

“I’m 23…soon to be 24.” You know, I think I actually saw the wave of relief flow over her…then we both collapsed with a fit of the giggles. 

“Oh fuck…we could both have ended up in jail!” Cue more helpless giggling. 

I suppose that’s why adolescent girls are called ‘jail bait’. Sometimes it’s Impossible to guess a girl’s age. We went for a hot chocolate, and she told me of her kid sister. “She was 5’11” when she was 13. 32C tits, and could get served in any pub, or go to any nightclub, no questions asked. When she was dressed up for a night out, she was an absolute cock-magnet….and she had her share of it too….some of my share, come to that. By the time she was 15, she’d had way more cock than I had at that age.

Well, naturally I had to ask her. “So, Kim. Was your first g/g everything you expected?”

“Oh, it was amazing….extraordinary….I’ll definitely do it again.” I had to sound a cautionary note.

“Well, just remember that like with any form of sex, not everyone is as….um….broad minded…..as I am. You have to take it slowly, gently…we did a lot because I like a lot….and more than we did as well! Believe me, I could show you some things!” 

She took a long pull at her drink. Her eyes seemed to dilate before she said “So….when are you here next?”