That volleyball match wrecked me. But we won. First time. Ripped off my tight shorts. Peeled the sweat-drenched jersey. Locker room pulsed. Girls hyped. Showers wild. Taunts. Pinches. Pushes. Bodies slick.
Post-shower hell. Towel gone. Panties vanished. My usual prank. Backfired. Naked hunt amid them. Endless. Finally, towel back. Dry. No undies. ‘Girls, please. Skirt on.’
The Ambiance
Wrong words. Temptation peaked. ‘Bra at least. Reception notice.’ Twenty minutes later. Bare ass under skirt. Club HQ crowded. Victory bash. Printer hummed in corner. Mouse clicks echoed. Coffee scent mixed with perfume. Girls smirked. Brushed my cheeks. Fake skirt lifts. Laurence pinched hard. Jumps. Squeals.
They’d stop short. But discovery fear? Electric. Aroused me. Bra spared nipples poking sweater. Whispers spread. Bastards. Won’t break.
Champagne poured. HQ thinned. Bosses comped dinner. Booze loosened. Game accepted. ‘Toilet first.’ Laurence hissed: ‘No panty. Pay later.’ No spares anyway.
Toilet lift-skirt pee. Bladder bliss. No paper. Wet pubes. Skirt down. Exit. Cool air teased damp slit. Embarrassed thrill.
Ambush. Laurence, Sandra. ‘Obey check.’ Hand up skirt. Fingers on bush. ‘Slutty pig. No wipe!’ Froze. Urine smeared hairs. Hidden hand. Clit swelled. Woman touch. Hot shame.
Escaped grip. Fixed skirt. Laurence licked fingers. Piss taste. Blushed crimson. Laughter exploded.
Outside. Coach Claude waited. Laurence front seat. Me rear, Sandra. Road to pizzeria. Mind replayed. Red faced. Laurence leg-reach behind. Blocked knees. Sandra skirt tug. Nails scratched thighs. Pinches burned. Clit throbbed thirty minutes. Not heat. Lust.
Last table. Claude center. Sandra right. Laurence across. Wine flooded. Buzzed. Smiled at memory.
Foot nudged mine. ‘Shh.’ Finger lips. Blushed. Pussy twitched. Calves stroked. Knees pried. Lips slicked. Thighs parted.
Feet chair-bound. Between burning thighs. Tomato red. Sip wine. ‘Sophie, hot?’ Foot slammed pussy. Choked. Spat wine. ‘N-no… just warm!’
The Explosion
Sandra snickered. Laurence innocent. Spread thighs wide. Stroked lips. Toe mashed clit. Humped subtle. Nipples tented. Breaths heaved. Sandra eyed peaks. Soaked chair. Toe plunged. Craved depth. Teased retreat. Long glides. Deeper thrust. Sandra: ‘Ass forward.’ Skirt hiked. Met foot.
Second toe ass-probed. Virgin ring. Shudder. World blurred. Holes impaled. Gushing fountain. Stop or explode.
Claude: ‘Air. Feverish?’ Burning core.
Fled. Gardens cool. Air soothed thighs.
Steps trailed. Laughs. ‘Crazy bitches! Not gay!’ Sandra waist-grab: ‘Loved it, slut.’ Laurence tits gripped. Knees buckled.
Sweater hands. Bra tease. Nipples screamed. Sandra thighs parted. ‘Soaked wreck!’ Laurence: ‘Toe proof.’ Ass caressed. Air-chilled cheeks.
‘Let go.’ Sandra knelt. Thigh breaths. Skirt-hidden kisses. Pubis worshipped. Laurence finger ass-invaded. Tongue clit-sucked. Ring yielded. Second finger pushed. Fear. Tongue vag-fucked. Fingers churned. Nose clit-rubbed.
Overload. Hand muffled screams. Tongue slashed. Fingers sphinctered. Muscles surrendered. Waves crashed. Held limp.
Shoulder kiss. Juices swapped. Shiny nose. ‘Coffee mine?’
‘Sure. Be good. Panties here.’ Sandra flashed under dress.