At the Pool

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At the PoolI’ve been looking to work out a bit more, maybe shed a couple extra pounds and to generally feel better. So in my efforts, I’ve started heading back to the pool to swim laps before work. I’ve always loved the water, and always thought of myself as a bit of a water baby. To make things faster and easier, I always put my suit on before leaving the house and just through on a pair of sweats and a hoodie.I get to the pool and head to the change rooms to score myself a locker and drop my stuff. I’d typically wear a bikini or a tankini to the beach or for pool lounging, however, for proper swimming of laps I wear a navy one piece. Nothing fancy, but it’s functional. I grab my goggles & swim cap and scamper down the tiled hallway leading out to the pool; tugging at the edges of my suit. Its a struggle to find a proper fitting suit, so I always have to be mindful of keeping myself contained.I put my towel off to the side of the pool on a chair. The pool has the usual “pre-work” crowd of swimmers looking to cram in a swim, but it’s far from full. I approach the side and lower myself into the water. I kick off the side and tread water for a moment, acclimatizing to the cool water and put my goggles on before moving back to the side to begin my laps.After a dozen laps or so I begin to notice that I need to adjust my suit; it’s riding up my ass and working up between my lips against my pink pearl. I power through it, trying to keep up my form and finish another dozen laps before taking a breather. I cling to the side of the pool, sucking in air, reaching down between my legs to pull the tight spandex polyester from the hungry embrace of my pussy. At this point I feel like I’m on fire and let two fingers work my clit for a moment before adjusting the suit back into place. It’s going to be one of those days. I go back to my laps for another 20 minutes before calling it a morning. My pussy is aching.I pull myself out of the pool, and go to grab my towel and start to dry off before realizing that my tuzla escort bayan suit had shifted again; the left side of my pussy is exposed, the fabric caught in my chubby pussy. I quickly wrap the towel around myself. I don’t think anyone walking by has noticed, but you never know. I allow myself the indulgence of quickly burying a finger in my pussy under the towel before snapping it back into place. I pull off my swim cap, and shake my long blonde hair out and make my way back to the change room.I make it back to my locker. The change room has started to fill more with women getting changed into their suits or into their clothes. I peel off my suit, crumble it into a ball in the towel to deal with later. My nipples stiffen against the cool air like two little pebbles. The light peach fuzz on my pussy responds too, the stubble standing erect and goose-bumpy. I take a moment to look around, quietly admiring the bodies of the women around me. Big tits, small tits, dark nipples, pale nipples, hairy pussies, shaved pussies… Quite a sight. I wonder if any of them are looking at me thinking the same thing as I stand stark naked in the middle of the room next to my locker. A shiver runs up my spine.I grab a fresh towel, throwing it over my shoulder; and with toiletry bag in hand walk over to the showers.The showers are a large open communal style, but there are small dividers between the shower heads with small shelves for your shampoo etc. I pick a spot about two thirds down and place my bag on the shelf and turn the water on to a warm & steamy heat. As I wait for it to get up to temperature, I notice that the woman closest to me. She’s about five spots down, probably in her early-thirties, my height with brown hair, I’d guess B-cup sized breasts with dark pink aeraolas. She’s mid-shower and gives me a friendly smile & nod when we catch each others gaze.The water quick gets up to temperature and I step back into its warm embrace. Leaning my head back to wet my hair first. Closing my eyes tuzla escort bayan and running my fingers through. I stand there enjoying the warmth of the water as it runs over me. I quickly shampoo my hair and massage in the conditioner. I’ve taken my time, not in any particular hurry this morning. The lady from a few spots down isn’t in any hurry either it would seem. A few more women have trickled into the showers. I pull my loofah out of my bag and add a generous amount of soap. I rub my arms and my neck. I hold up my left breast and swirl the loofah around it, enjoying its raspy lathered softness. My nipples quickly engorges. I give it a caresses and a light pull. I move to the my right breast and do the same. My nipple already like a little pink pebble. I stretch slightly, thrusting my chest out. Hard soapy nipples pointing out at nothing in particular. The lady from a few spots down is clearly watching me but trying to be coy about it. I turn to rinse my upper body and to add more soap to my loofah.I taller middle aged woman with heavy breasts and full red bush to match takes the spot on my other side; and goes about her business.I scrub my feet and legs, working up. Mindlessly admiring the blandness of the tile and the white noise of running water. I reach my pussy. It’s puffy lips and throbbing clit dying to be touched. I give it a quick pass with the loofah. I reach down with my other hand, pointer and ring finger spreading myself open, middle finger expertly swirling around and stroking my clit behind a cloud of steam and shielded by the loofah. My swimsuit really did a number on me. I’m enjoying this immensely. Glancing over, I notice the lady a few spots down is now not only blatantly watching me, but is giving her pussy a good “cleaning” too. She sees that I see her as I turn a half turn in her direction, moving the loofah to the side to give her a clear view of pussy. She matches my pace and technique. It’s as if she’s masturbating me and I her. I slip two fingers inside, pressing escort tuzla the heel of my hand against my clit. She does the same. She closes her eyes, and starts to bite her lip. She’s going to cum.Her left hand now holds her up against the wall and she quietly quivers. Her abs tensed, legs with a trembling. It’s exquisitely erotic.I return 100% of my focus to myself. I’m not far behind her. The redhead next to me is oblivious, her hair full of shampoo & streams of suds running down her face. I place the loofah on the shelf. And turn back to face my brunette.She’s recomposed herself and is watching intently. With two hands now, one over the other I furiously finger myself, grinding my clit.Fully rocking my hips I fuck my hands. I feel the wave of warmth building over my body, the hyper stimulation and sensitivity of my clit. I lock eyes with her. She mouths to me “Do it.”I lose control. The spasm of my orgasm contorts my body, twisting my thighs over my hands, eyes clamped shut. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me like the stream of water from the shower head. I open my eyes again. She winks at me and turns off her shower and heads back to the lockers. I stay for a final rinse before turn the water off. I grab my towel and pat my face down first, letting own a small sigh. The redhead next to me who had also finished her shower asks “Good shower?”. “You have no idea,” I reply as I toweled off before gathering my things. I was a little weak-knee’ed walking back to my locker. I looked around for my brown-haired voyeur but to no avail. I hope she’s a regular.I plop my bag on the bench to get dressed. It’s filled considerably. I think there are a couple classes starting shortly. I pull my white lace thong up my legs over my ass, gently pulling my cheeks apart to let the thong rest tightly against me. A red bra holds my breasts. I slip on my skirt and blouse before making my way to the mirrors to hurriedly put on my make up & hair. I finish and grab the last of my things & rush into the parking lot, not wanting to be late for work. On my drive, my thoughts drift back to the showers. I feel a familiar feeling. At the next stop light I shimmy up my skirt to check – my panties are damp. Today is going to be one of those days…

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