Playing away

The worst thing about these two day courses, thought Zoe, was that the evenings were so dull. The pattern was always the same: quick visit to the pool or gym, dinner in the restaurant then maybe a nightcap before going back to her room. Often that was the highlight of the evening as she lay naked on her bed, her vibrator between her legs and a sexy video on her laptop. If she was really lucky there would be a good enough Wi-Fi connection for a Skype video call with Adam, so she could watch him undress and play with himself while he enjoyed the sight of her playing on the bed.

She was thinking about the pleasant buzzing sensations to come as she showered after the gym, feeling her nipples harden as her soapy hands ran over them. She had just got to the next stage of gently pinching them when she heard the changing room door open. Feeling flushed and frustrated she resumed normal showering activities, which were interrupted by a woman’s voice “I knew I was right.”

Zoe looked up to see who the woman was talking to and realized that there were only two of them there. “I’m sorry?” she queried.

“I knew I was right. I told my husband that you would look every bit as good out of your gym kit as you did in it.”

“I’m sorry?” Zoe’s confusion appeared to be restricting her vocabulary.

“We were admiring you in the gym and he thought that the Lycra may have been flattering, but I said I didn’t think so. And I was right. You look amazing. Sorry if I’m being too blunt.” This last stab at contrition came as she saw Zoe blush brightly.

“No, err, it’s fine. I think.”

“Let me even things up.” With that she unwrapped the towel that was covering her body to reveal her nakedness to Zoe’s gaze. Her breasts were quite large but looked firm and natural, and her abs were well defined. Zoe’s eyes traveled downwards, past the neatly trimmed pussy to the nicely toned legs. With a start she realised that she was staring, and looked up to see the woman smiling at her “You like?”

“What? Well yes, I guess. I mean, you look …. fit.” Even to her own ears her response sounded feeble.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Actually yes.” It was the first positive, decisive thing Zoe had said.

“Good. I’ll be in the hotel bar at 8 if you want to get together.” With that she turned and went to get dressed without even taking a shower. Zoe watched her walk away, her eyes focussed on the firm, rounded buttocks. She could feel herself shaking, but wasn’t sure what was causing it: fear, nerves, excitement, lust? Probably a combination of all of them she concluded.

Making sure she left plenty of time for the woman to get dressed and leave the changing rooms Zoe got dressed and went up to her bedroom. After a moment’s hesitation she switched on her iPad and dialled up Adam. He answered quickly, his head and shoulders popping up on her screen. As ever he could sense when something was bothering her, and after a brief, unconvincing denial she told him about the episode in the shower. His eyes opened wider and his jaw dropped as she told him.

“What do you think I should do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“She sounds very sexy. Don’t you like her?”

“It’s not that. I’m just a bit worried.”

“What about?”

“Her, me, you, everything.” She saw him laughing, but not in a mocking manner.

“You worried you might not enjoy meeting her?”

“Worried I might.”

“Your choice sweetheart, but for what it’s worth you needn’t worry about me. You should see the affect you’re having on me.”

“Show me.”

He stood up and began to undo the zip on his jeans. sliding his hand inside. She could see his hand working away before it emerged from within his trousers holding his hard cock. The sight had its usual impact and her hands strayed to her hardening nipples. Watching Adam’s hand as he started to stroke his shaft she started to pull her top off over her head. As she pulled it clear Adam disappeared. Try as she might Zoe couldn’t get reconnected to the Wi-Fi. She was still cursing it when he phone buzzed. Adam’s text read “Lost connection. Have a great night with your new friend and tell me all about it later. I’ll enjoy myself with my imaginings ;-) “

She smiled as she read it, and decided to go down to the bar to meet the woman. After all she could always come back to her room if she ever felt uncomfortable. Zoe caught herself wishing she had something sexy to wear for her date with this woman. In the absence of lingerie and a short dress she opted for skinny jeans and a tight top. Even though the top bordered on see through she decided against wearing a bra. Then with a gulp and a deep breath she set off for the bar.

The woman was already there, perched on a bar stool, her foot placed proprietarily on the empty one next to her. She was wearing a short black dress with a plunging neckline, and was offering the slightest glimpse of a lacy stocking top. Zoe stopped dead in her tracks and stared. She only moved when her new friend patted the seat of the empty bar stool and smiled at her.

“You look lovely” she said to Zoe.

“I don’t feel it next to you. That dress is amazing.” What was happening? Was she really flirting with this woman?

“Thank you” she smiled. “By the way I’m Ann.”

“Zoe.”

“Lovely to meet you Zoe. That top is very sexy. Did you know how see through it is under these bright lights?”

“Gosh no.”

“Why do you think all those guys were staring at you as you walked in?”

“I didn’t notice. I was distracted. Do you think I should go back up and change?”

“Don’t you dare! Sit down and have a drink. Hope you don’t mind but I’ve taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of bubbly.”

“No, that’s lovely” said Zoe through a forced smile, knowing the effect the bubbles in Champagne tended to have on her brain.

Ann poured her a drink and after clinking glasses they began to chat and drink. Zoe was astonished at how open and forward Ann was, explaining that her husband had stayed in their room so she could spend time alone with Zoe, but he would be more than happy if they wanted to join him later. Zoe’s nervousness caused her to drink a little more quickly than she normally would have done, with the result that she was soon feeling light headed and giddy. She also felt her inhibitions starting to melt away.

Both women were getting more tactile as they talked, emphasizing their words with hands on hands or even brushing fleetingly on thighs. The touches became less fleeting, until their fingers were interlocked while their hands rested on Zoe’s thigh. Ann leaned forward to whisper “Have you noticed the effect we’re having on the men in here?” Zoe looked up just in time to see half a dozen heads turn quickly away for fear of being caught looking.

“If they’re going to stare we may as well give them something to stare at” Ann breathed into Zoe’s ear, then without further warning planted a soft kiss directly on her lips. Instinctively Zoe responded, her lips parting slightly under the gentle pressure. She felt a mixture of disappointment, panic and embarrassment as Ann pulled away and smiled at her. She could feel her cheeks burning as she sensed all eyes in the bar upon her and Ann. “Would you like to get out of here?” asked Ann. In response to Zoe’s mute nod she took Zoe’s hand in hers and helped her off the bar stool. Grabbing the half empty Champagne bottle in her other hand she led Zoe out of the bar to the lobby.

Zoe only realized that they were still holding hands when Ann dragged her into the waiting lift. The doors hadn’t even fully closed before Ann had her arms around Zoe. “Your place or mine?” she asked as she nibbled gently on Zoe’s earlobe.

“Oh god, I don’t know. You choose.”

“Let’s go back to mine then. Dave will be feeling lonely.”

Zoe started. She had forgotten that Ann’s husband was waiting alone in their room. Fighting back the urge to pull free in a panic and run back to the safety of her own room, she allowed Ann to guide her to the door of her room. Without missing a beat Ann slipped the key card into the door and pushed it open, ushering Zoe in ahead of her. She recognized Dave from the gym, although he was no longer wearing his gym kit. Instead he was sitting on the bed watching TV and wearing only a pair of tight boxers. His body suggested that he spent a lot of time in the gym: lean and muscular but not too bulky.

“This is my new friend Zoe” said Ann. “We’ve been getting along very well indeed, haven’t we?” As she finished the sentence she turned to Zoe and pulled her close, maintaining eye contact as her lips brushed almost imperceptibly against Zoe’s. A moment later their lips and bodies pressed together as the situation and the Champagne combined to remove Zoe’s natural inhibitions.

Dave remained on the bed, watching as Ann started to tug Zoe’s top up and over her head, revealing her breasts to his gaze and Ann’s eager mouth. Zoe gasped as the flicking tongue teased her nipples to full hardness.