Seduced By A Volleyball Goddess, Chapter 2 (FF, auth, reluc)
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Chapter 2
I woke up from my post orgasm-induced sleep when I felt Lisa untangling herself from me as she got out of the basement apartment's bed. Half-awake, I instinctively yearned for her warm skin and her touch. My semi-lucid thoughts ran to this dominating young woman who had driven me to sexual heights I'd never known existed. She'd come into my life and turned it upside down, opening me to a world of strange passion and lesbian lust.
I heard the bedroom door open and water begin to run in the bathroom down the hall. I shook myself fully awake and looked down at my nude body, still coated in a film of passion-induced sweat. My nipples were swollen and aching slightly, and my trimmed pubic hair was matted with pussyjuice. I remembered everything that had gone on, what I had done at Lisa's commands and what Lisa had done to me; the bedroom smelled of sweat and arousal: it smelled of lesbian sex.
I got to my feet and walked to the bathroom, embarrassed and shaken now by what had gone on. I could feel my skin flushing red at the shame of it. I had been seduced by a girl barely out of her teens in my own home! I'd had sex with a woman! How could this have happened to me? I'd never even considered women sexually attractive before today, and now I had suckled a girl's breasts, eaten her out, and been finger-fucked to orgasm by one! I'd kissed her soft lips, run my tongue over her thighs, breasts, nipples, everywhere. I was lost in these strange new feelings and wants.
I stepped into the bathroom and the sight of Lisa, nude and beautiful, immediately confirmed my former thoughts. Her tall, sculpted body, long legs, and proud swell of her breast filled my eyes as she stood at the sink, patting her chest with a hand towel. The view of her taunt muscles and flawless pale skin had my pussy beginning to moisten all over again. God! I thought, this athlete, this goddess had fucked me! My own nipples tingled as I knew in my heart that the sex I'd had with Lisa was the best love-making I'd ever experienced.
Lisa must have seen me staring hungrily at her in the mirror.
"Up already, little Debbie?" she asked as she turned around, sizing me up while giving me another view of her long, tall, feminine body.
My eyes caught on her pink eraser-tip nipples, and then moved down her firm stomach muscles to her tapered waist, flared hips, and finally her swollen sex and pussy lips still glistening. There were butterflies in my stomach and my mouth went dry. In an instant I wondered if I'd become a lesbian in that bedroom. I felt I was suddenly in a new place, a world of lust and passion unlike any I'd ever known. And though I was confused and light-headed, I knew this as well: I needed to have Lisa again. I needed to lick her pussy and make her cum, to smell her hair, taste her mouth, to have her kiss me and touch my body. Maybe I am a lesbian, I thought.
"Ready for more, little straight girl?" the toned volleyball player asked. "Does seeing a naked woman's body get you hot and bothered again? What is it?"
"I was just thinking about what we did," I said slowly, sheepishly, my hands covering my small breasts. I began to massage my nipples, not even thinking about what I was doing.
"You made me cum, whore," she said simply. "And you loved it."
"I guess....I guess so," I said, unwillingly, my shame flaming up at being called a whore by this girl.
Lisa was on me in a flash; she grabbed me up in her strong arms, lifting me right off the tiled floor until we were there, face-to-face in an embrace. I struggled for a moment, but Lisa's eyes blazed at me.
"No guessing about it, Debbie," she growled as she kneaded my ass cheeks with her long, strong fingers. I couldn't move. Her breasts pressed fiercely against mine.
"You're mine now," she said, then leaned down and kissed me passionately.
I melted in her grip, my tongue quickly darting out to wrestle with hers as my heart pounded and pussy began to gush. I instinctively wrapped my legs tightly around her firm hips, my arms around her neck. I hoisted my small body against her towering strength, my crotch pressing into her own. She grunted appreciatively as I began to unconsciously rock my pussy against her mons as we kissed. She stood as tall and strong as a tree, holding me up like a man holds a woman. I ran my fingers up and down her broad strong shoulders, amazed at the strumming interplay of her muscles below her skin. She was firm and soft at the same time, loving and commanding in the same breath. My eyes glazed over with lust as we kissed again and again.
Lisa effortlessly walked me to the sink and sat me down on the edge of the counter. Never breaking contact, she proceeded to ravish me, kissing my lips and neck, lightly biting my shoulders and earlobes, pushing her long tongue into my ear, all while squeezing my breasts and running her fingers across the entrance to my pussy. I was breathless, my senses full of her smell, her hair, kissing her back and feeling the heat from her body all over mine. She was relentless. Another earth-shaking orgasm was building up in me as each moment passed, getting stronger and stronger.
"I'm going to move in," she said in a pause between her kisses and bites. "And I'll even pay you. But there's just one thing...."
"What's that?" I asked distractedly while arching my back in order to rub my small breasts against her wonderful chest.
"The only way you'll get a rent check from me is if I get to use your hot dyke mouth at any time, whenever I want it."
I gasped, realizing what Lisa was ordering me to become..
"When I want your tongue in my pussy," she continued. "You give it to me right then. No questions asked. Are were clear?"
In the back of my mind I knew that she was using me, but we both knew that I needed her so badly. And we needed the money desperately. Lisa had me right where she wanted me. I nodded my head.
"Good," Lisa said with finality.
She picked me off the counter effortlessly and laid me down onto my back on the floor, my head resting on the bathmat. She stood over me, her strong muscles flexing, and put her feet on both sides of my head. I looked up her long, long legs to where they met at her delicious looking pink cunt. Looking at it I knew I wanted it, wanted to please this goddess with my tongue. I began stroking Lisa's rock hard calves, as if encouraging her to lower her pussyslit to my waiting mouth, all the while trying to deny in my mind what I was doing.
"Oh Debbie," she cooed down at me. "Time to make me feel good. Here it comes, my little slut."
My volleyball seductress then lowered herself to my face, her pussyslit meeting my lips and nose in a wet kiss. I inhaled her fragrance and opened my mouth wide. As confused as I was, I still knew what I wanted, needed to do. I began lapping at the nectar coming out of Lisa's cunt, tasting again the complex, heady mixture, kneading the hot flesh with my tongue. My hands went to her firm ass on my chest as she fully enveloped my face with her pussy. I could hear her heavy breathing as I began lapping at her pussy.
"You're getting even better at this," Lisa said, growling with pleasure and running her fingers through my hair as I lay trapped underneath her.
"Get in there," she ordered, and I began tonguefucking her tasty gash.
She panted and rocked her crotch over my face. My hands ran up and down her lower back, feeling the firm swell of her asscheeks, her powerful thighs as she squatted above me. I was completely dominated, immobile, only good to serve this goddess above me.
"Yes, yes," Lisa said slowly, rocking gently on my face. "To think you thought you were straight, with a talented tongue like yours. You were made to please a woman with that mouth. You're the best I've had in a long time, little Debbie."
Through my pentetrating tongue I felt her lower stomach muscles ripple as she gave a little laugh. I closed my eyes, partially in shame, partially to concentrate on the task above me. My tongue made laps around Lisa's pussylips, diving in to the center of her sweet arousal for more juice time and again. Lisa's moans of pleasure and encouragements echoed around the bathroom.
After a few minutes servicing her, Lisa lifted her pussy away from my mouth, pulling herself slightly forward until my mouth rested at her pink rosebud. I paused in my ministrations, not understanding what she wanted me to do next.
"Eat my ass, slut," Lisa ordered. "Use your tongue."
I resisted, never having done anything like this before. Lisa increased her weight on me, pushing my mouth into her asscrack. I was surprised to find the flesh between her buttocks smelled sweetly of clean sweat. Still, I tried to stop what I was going to be forced into doing.
"Do it, little Debbie," she said, more harshly, grinding herself into my nose and face. Her grip on my hair tightened until it became painful.
I tentatively reached out with my tongue and made contact with her puckered bud. I wetted it with my tongue and, at Lisa's urging, soon began lapping all around her rear entrance. She sighed with pleasure as I worked back along to her gash, then again to her asshole, driving my small tongue against her muscular ring like a natural. I was so debased, but continued to lick her hole, probing the sphincter each time with my tongue. I applied pressure and slowly my tongue penetrated the opening. My lust had driven me to do whatever Lisa wanted me to. I was her whore.
"Oooh," she cooed. "That's so good, Debbie. Such a talented little girl you are. You should see yourself, on your back, eating my ass. God, you're a sweet hot bitch."
She reached back with her left arm and cupped my sopping wet crotch and rubbing my pussy. My body responded automatically; I arched my back and drove my hips up to make stronger contact with her hand. She massaged my pussy as I kept up my assault on her cunt and ass, my moans of pleasure mixing with her deeper groans. My tongue stroked Lisa from the top of her slit, across her opening, and down between her ass cheeks.
"Morning, noon, and night, little Debbie," Lisa said distantly as she began shuddering above me, her orgasm approaching. "Your mouth is going to be right here."
I felt my own orgasm coming, matching Lisa's as she again penetrated me with her deliciously long fingers. My hips thrust up and back, up and back against her hand wantonly. My legs were spread wide like a whore's, and they began to shake as I felt the impending onslaught of my biggest orgasm yet. Lisa pressed her cunt down against my mouth, covering it completely.
"Yes!" she shouted. "I'm cumming, you bitch!"
My mouth was flooded again with Lisa's warm juices as I felt her spasm and release repeatedly. My own orgasm crashed into me moment later, a strained groan coming from my chest as waves of pleasure rolled through my body, rising from the tip of my toes to the center of my being. My explosive breaths heated Lisa's soft lips that were now coated with her pussycream. Coming down from my orgasm, I licked it up like it was my last meal.
Still shuddering and gasping, I felt Lisa's wet fingers at my mouth. I opened automatically, knowing that I was cleaning my own cum off her fingers. The taste was different, less sweet and more tart, but I didn't stop for a second until her hand was clean and my orgasm subsided.
After a few moments more resting herself on my chest, Lisa abruptly stood up and walked out the bathroom door. I lay there, fulfilled but still horny, on the bathroom floor in a small pool of my own pussyjuice. God, I thought, she'd done it to me again. I was still ravenous for Lisa's sexy, athletic body. I tried to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. I'd agreed to become a lesbian whore for this college-aged girl! God, I thought, I am so low.
A few moments later Lisa's beautiful, flushed face popped back through the doorway. She had a funny little smile on her pouty lips.
"Debbie, is that a car I hear outside?" she asked, mock-innocently.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. It was a car in the driveway--my daughter Sophie's ride must be dropping her off!
I immediately got up, woozy from both the sudden movement and the earth-shattering orgasm I'd just experienced. In a second I bolted out of the bathroom, and ran for the stairs. There was no time to even try to get dressed. As I jumped through the basement door that connected the apartment to the rest of the house, I heard Lisa downstairs quietly laughing at my predicament. It must have been a sight to see; a recently fucked 32-year-old mother running bareass naked through her own house. But there was no time to worry about that. I dashed through the kitchen completely nude, trying to avoid any windows that looked out on the street. I had just made it to my bedroom door as I heard the front door open and my daughter's voice announce she was home.
I grabbed my light, short summertime silk robe from where I'd hung it that morning, and was feverishly tying it around my naked, sweaty body when Sophie walked into the room.
"There you are," she said. "Didn't you hear me calling?"
My 11-year-old daughter was still wearing her one-piece blue swimsuit from her lesson, her sun bleached blond hair done up in a braid that was still damp from the pool. She was a beautiful girl, taking after her grandmother's petite good looks. Her breasts had begun to develop and her face had lost all traces of babyfat in the last year. She had a beach towel wrapped around her small hips. I saw again how she'd become a young woman, no longer just my little girl anymore. Now she looked at me, puzzled.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "Where you running or something?"
"Oh," I said quickly, trying to cover up my nudity, my still-tingling nipples and sweat-soaked hair. "No, I was just jumping out of the shower when you came in, honey. That's why I didn't hear you."
"Okay," Sophie said; I could hear the disbelief in her voice. She looked at me intently, almost as if she was really seeing me for the first time. She wrinkled her nose. "Something smells weird in here, too."
My god, she was smelling Lisa's cum and my own! "No," I said, running on automatic. "It's a new perfume I'm trying out. It's-it's called a 'musk.' Now why don't you head to the kitchen and I'll be down shortly to make you a snack?" I rapidly pushed Sophie out of the door and closed it behind her.
"Fine, Mom. Geez," she said through the door, sounding aggrieved.
I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed, let out a breath, and shook my head. My seduction by Lisa had turned my life upside down in just a few hours. Here I was, engaged in a torrid sexual affair, fucked twice in an afternoon by a 20-year-old girl, and lying to my daughter already. But I resolved to always keep what had happened a secret--I couldn't tell my husband I cheated on him, and my daughter must never know that her mother had been in a lesbian affair with a virtual stranger--it just wasn't right. She was growing up so fast; what would it do to her to know what Lisa had done to me?
First things first, though; I had to clean up the evidence from my tryst with Lisa immediately. I walked into my bathroom and turned on a cool shower. I removed my robe and stopped to look at my reflection in the mirror. An attractive nude woman barely in her 30s looked back at me, her skin colored with the warm flush of mind-blowing orgasms in her recent past, a trim nude woman who had been royally fucked and satisfied by the best sex she'd ever experienced.
I noted distantly that Lisa's light love bites could still be seen on my neck and shoulders very faintly. Thinking about Lisa's lips and mouth got me excited immediately, so to banish the thoughts I jumped into the brisk spray of the shower. I washed away the sweat and love juices from my hair, body, face, lips and chin while gasping under the cool water. My abused nipples and cunt throbbed as I washed them, a sort of deep ache that came from a hard fucking, I now knew. I felt at once both completely drained and completely relaxed. Despite my seduction and use at the hands of Lisa, it had been the most exciting and fulfilling afternoon of my life.
Visions of Lisa's green commanding eyes, her pink, pink pussy lips, her firm ass and perfect face still lingered in my mind as I toweled dry, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to prepare a post-swim meal for Sophie.
"Who was the pretty lady who was here?" she asked after I served her a bowl of soup and a sandwich. I almost dropped a glass I had been washing in the sink.
"That's-that's Lisa, honey," I said, unsteadily. "She's going...to be moving in. Did you talk to her?"
"No," Sophie said. "I saw her leaving when you were in the shower again. Is she nice?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "Oh yes. She's very nice."
"She's tall and strong-looking."
"She's a volleyball player at the college," I said.
"Do you think I'll look like that if I keep working out?"
I looked over at Sophie and noted how her own shoulders and back had become strong and smooth, thanks to two years of weekly swim practice and meets. She as sleek and petite, her small breasts fitting in nicely with her compact frame and tight muscles. For an instant I had a vision of Lisa's sculpted back, but just as quickly shied away from the image in my mind.
"Oh, you're still growing," I said, just speaking to try to balance myself. "Maybe someday you'll look something like Lisa, but only if you want to. You're already my beautiful girl."
"Cool," Sophie said.. She went back to her dinner and looking at the latest Pink catalog that had come in the mail.
Thinking about Sophie's underwear catalog made me instantly think about all the incriminating evidence that must be in the basement apartment, including the clothes I'd been wearing before Lisa seduced me out of them. While Sophie was still eating I quickly went downstairs to clean up. As I walked into the bedroom I saw the rumpled bedspread where Lisa and I had lain nude together, and my clothes on the floor from my lesbian striptease. Small silk-covered buttons were scattered into the corners of the room. And the room smelled of sex from top to bottom. I opened the basement window and went to cleaning up, all the while running the incredibly hot and shocking events I participated in this room through my mind. I was completely horny all over again.
When I walked into the bathroom I saw it; Lisa had left her tiny pink thong on the sink counter along with a note. I grabbed up the thong, still damp, and read over the note, written in a firm hand.
"Dear little Debbie,
There is pre-season volleyball game at the college tonight at 7 pm. Come and see me play. Dress yourself nicely, like you're going on a date. I want you in the stands. Don't disappoint me.
--L"
I crumpled the note and shoved it in my pants pocket. Who did she think she was, ordering me around? I'm not going to go on a 'date' with a woman in public! What would people think? What would my daughter think?
My other hand still held Lisa's thong; it was a supreme force of will for me to not bring the tiny piece of fabric up to my nose to smell her sweet pussy again. Instead, I stuffed the thong into my pocket and marched myself back upstairs, mad and confused. There was no way I was going to go to the volleyball game. Lisa may be a beautiful woman, may have been the one to take my lesbian virginity, but she wasn't the boss of me.
I put away my dirty clothes and sat down on the sofa in the living room with an early glass of wine. I turned on the tv and started rapidly flipping through the channels, not even watching the screen. But I would be strong; she couldn't order me around.
Ten minutes later I was on the phone pleading for Nina, Sophie's 17-year-old babysitter, to come over for an unplanned emergency sitting. She reluctantly agreed when I offered an extra 20 dollars and promised I'd be back before 10 pm. Moments later I found myself nude again in my bedroom, feverishly looking through my drawers to find the bra and panty set David had given me for our anniversary a few years ago. I almost never wore them: a pink push-up bra and matching thong studded with tiny black ribbon bows. I slipped both on, noticing in the mirror with a new appreciation how the bra accentuated my small breasts, and how the high cut thong displayed my firm ass cheeks.
I put on a stylish light blue summer dress that come down to just above my knees. On automatic I fixed my hair, put on a light coat of makeup, good perfume, and modest heels. In minutes I walked downstairs where I let Nina in to the house, kissed a surprised Sophie on the head and before I knew it I was walking into the college sports complex on campus.
The volleyball game had already begun when I walked into the large, echoing college gymnasium. I heard the squeak of tennis shoes on the gleaming hardwood floor, the slap of the volleyball against palms, the clapping and cheering of the fans, and shouts of female empowerment, excitement and frustration. A large crowd sat in the wooden stands watching the game intently. I was overdressed for the game and immediately felt self-conscious. I found a seat a little apart from the other spectators, tried to calm myself, and started scanning the floor for Lisa.
The varsity volleyball team was made up of beautiful women athletes. The twelve women on both teams were wearing tight compression boyshorts, equally tight capsleeve jerseys with their numbers and school colors, and kneehigh socks with thick white kneepads. Most had their hair back in ponytails that flowed and danced in the air as they moved around the court. Their strong legs flashed as they struggled for the ball and sometimes slid across the hardwood on their knees.
My breath caught when I saw Lisa, strong and radiant, in the front line, taller than the other women. Her large breasts strained against her jersey, and her hair was back in an elaborate braid. Her shorts hugged her firm asscheeks and the dark fabric cupped the sweet bulge of her mons. She was sweating lightly and moving around the floor like a panther.
The action on the floor was fast and professional. There was a bump, a set, and then suddenly Lisa leapt high up to attack. Her long, tall body made a powerful backward arch in the air, the hem of her jersey rose up exposing her defined abs as she slammed the ball over the net and scored a point. Her teammates cheered and quickly gathered for a brief group hug, their hands resting for a split moment on each others' toned asses, before they returned to the line.
I was transfixed by their beauty, their femininity, and their incredibly hot, sexy bodies, Lisa's most of all. I began clapping and cheering with the rest; Lisa must have heard me when, in a brief lull in the action, she looked over at me with that predatory smile on her face. She even winked at me across the floor, and I involuntarily blushed as I felt my nipples harden and pussy grow moist. God, I was insatiable for this woman.
At that moment I heard a voice calling my name from the stands beside me. It was Barbara, a nice coworker of mine who was a few years older than me.
"Debbie! I didn't know you were a sports fan," she called over. She had come to the game with her two children as treat..
"Oh, it's something...new for me," I said unconvincingly. I saw several other spectators look over at me, seeming to linger on my overdressed outfit.
"And you look so pretty!" Barb said, then complimented me on my dress and hair. "Do you have something special going on later?"
"No, no," I said, panicking. "I...just wanted to get out of the house and dress up, you know?"
"Sure," Barb said. She knew David was deployed overseas.. I could tell she wasn't satisfied with my answer but wasn't going to press, for which I was grateful.
I turned back to trying to watch the game, all the time criticizing myself for being so foolish as to follow Lisa's order to come to her game dressed up for a date! God, could I be any more obvious? What would people think?
Soon enough, though, the spectacle of strong female bodies in front of me overtook my concerns. These young women were sharp competitors, flashing hand signals to each other behind their backs, encouraging each other with shouts and cheers, all the while strategizing and keeping their eyes on the ball. Their firm asses were encased in their compression boyshorts, their breasts constricted by sports bras, but they all were so sexy. God, I thought, what has Lisa done to me? It wasn't only her body that got me horny, it was all those girls' as well!
As the game went on Lisa scored five kills and pushed the team to victory. After a congratulatory team hug, the pre-season game was over and the crowds in the stands began to quickly disperse. Lisa looked happy and was taking high fives, fist bumps, and quick, fierce hugs from members of the team. When each one of those girls hugged her, I remembered what it was like to be in Lisa's warm, strong embrace.
Lisa and her teammates were packing up their gear from their sideline seats when she waved me over from the stands.. I obeyed reluctantly, hoping that all the other spectators left in the gym wouldn't notice me being at the beck and call of this athletic girl. I slowly walked across the court and was instantly surrounded by these tall, female athletes, their uniforms sweaty and clinging to their delicious bodies.. I tried as hard as I could to not stare, but these college girls were all so beautiful, fresh, tight and toned.
Lisa continued talking to her fellow teammates, ignoring me. I stood in my summer dress and heels there on the court, my hands clasped nervously in front of me, almost like I was waiting for my boyfriend to get done joshing with his friends back in high school. I felt like a teenager, not a woman 12 years Lisa's senior. I was squirming, wanting to get away, to be back home, not to be surrounded by all these young, attractive, sexy women.
One of the other players eventually glanced over at me, then raised a questioning eyebrow to Lisa.
"Oh, that's Debbie," Lisa told her. "I'm living with her." She reached out and put her sweating arm briefly but possessively around my shoulders.
"She's--she's renting an apartment in my house," I quickly clarified. "We're not 'living together.'" I gave a nervous little laugh.
"Riiight," said Lisa's teammate. She was a cute brunette with very muscular thighs who smiled at Lisa before walking out of the gymnasium.
"Come with me," Lisa said to me in a low, commanding voice before she too left the gymnasium with her gear over her shoulder.
I walked a few paces behind her, my eyes drawn to her hot ass cradled by those lycra shorts, and her muscular calves covered by her kneehigh socks. We were walking down a mostly dark side hall when Lisa turned to me in an instant and pushed me against the wall.
"Don't contradict me about what we are doing, you slut," she growled, her hands on my breasts, the heat from her body permeating through my light dress.
"No, I won't," I stammered, shocked and surprised. "I won't again, Lisa."
I was petrified--what if someone turned down the hall and saw me there, being felt up by this girl? I wanted her to stop, but her hands were already doing their magic on me; all thoughts I had of trying to resist her were being burned out.
"Good," she said with a sudden smile. "You look so nice for me, little Debbie, my little lipstick lesbian date. Kiss me."
I stretched up and kissed her luscious lips, tasting the salt and sweat from her, lost in her sweetness for a moment. Anyone could have walked into the hall and found us in an instant, but I couldn't care less. My hand went to the waistband of Lisa's tight lycra shorts, my fingers trying to find a way inside and down to her pussyslit. Lisa pulled her hips back and broke off our kisses.
"Whoa, whoa, you horny dyke," she said smiling at me. "None for you. Not now."
Reading the disappointment that must have been evident in my face, she laughed. "Don't worry. You're coming with me to the locker room. Now, give me your panties." She stepped back and held out her hand, waiting.
I stared at her, mortified, and her green eyes looked down at me. Just as I thought I would be able to resist her ordering me around with her note, I was wrong again. I stole a glance up and down the hall, didn't see anyone, and quickly I lifted my dress and pulled down my pink and black panties, handing them to her.
"Cute," Lisa said approving. She sniffed them briefly. "Wet for me already. Good. Now come."
She stuck my panties in her gym bag and walked down the hall to the locker room. I followed, feeling the delicious crispness of the cool air of the hallway against my heated, damp pussy. I felt so depraved, but I didn't turn around and leave.
We walked into the heat, light, and steamy humidity of the women's team locker room. The players and others were spread out in various states of undress, some sitting at their lockers, others chatting in towels or their uniforms. I heard the hiss of showerheads and felt the warm heat of the room envelop me. It was a sea of hot female flesh; I tried to keep my eyes on Lisa, pretending my peripheral vision wasn't working at all. There were other women in the locker room beside the players, though none of them were wearing a dress like me. Instead they looked to be assistants, trainers, and coaches, all wearing blue polo shirts and khaki shorts.
"She's with me," Lisa announced to the boisterous room as we walked in and over to her locker in a quiet corner of the back set of bright blue lockers. Lisa's declaration gave me a sudden thrill. I had been claimed by this beautiful woman; at the same time it humiliated me all the more. The tall, athletic girl then proceeded to sit on a bench and untie her shoes.. My thighs were dampening with each passing second in this room full of sexy women, but I couldn't stop myself from staring at Lisa's lycra-clad crotch as she pulled off her shoes.
"Reach into my locker there and grab out those kneepads," she told me as she stood, pulled off her sweaty jersey, and pulled down her compression shorts.
She was wearing a white sports bra and a seamless black Asics thong. Both contrasted deliciously against her pale toned skin. A tiny silver stud winked in her belly button; seeing it made me want to drop to my knees and kiss her firm, toned belly. I pulled my eyes away from her body and reached in to get the pair of fresh white Wilson kneepads.
As I moved to hand them to her she said, "Oh, no. Those are for you."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"You'll need them," she said in a low voice, "For all the time you'll be spending on your knees sucking my cunt. Take them and keep them ready for me."
My mouth was still hanging open as Lisa quickly pulled off her bra, letting her beautiful tits free, and then shucked down her sweat-soaked thong to the locker room floor. Her amazonian body was on display for me again, and again made me flush with lust. Her shaved pussy looked good enough to eat.
"Looking forwarding to moving in tomorrow," she said, nonchalantly, as she threw a towel over her left shoulder. "See you later, Debbie."
"But...." I said, grasping.
"But what?" she growled. "You want more of my pussy, Debbie? You want me to get you off?"
"...Yes," I whispered in the locker room.
"Good," she said. "Now get out of here."
She turned away toward the showers giving me a view of her luscious ass and long, long legs. She didn't look back.
End Chapter 2. If you enjoyed the story or have comments or suggestions, please email me at Alex_WDC85@yahoo.com.