Chiffon kept her head between Cindy’s legs, twirling her tongue over and over Cindy’s clit. Finally, as the other woman quieted, Chiffon pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Her face was coated with the fluids that had flowed out in a rush from Cindy’s cunt. She waited for Cindy to bring her head to play upon her own pussy.
Cindy was barely aware of her surroundings as she concentrated upon the crotch before her eyes. She had had a glorious climax, and now she would repay the beautiful model in kind. She licked and tickled the stiff-standing member imbedded within the hairy slit of Chiffon’s cunt. Soon, the model began to quiver, and soft moans of pleasure escaped from Chiffon’s glistening lips.
“Oooohhhh, yesssssss!” Chiffon hissed. Cindy knew the model was close, and she bobbed her head up and down and, positioning herself, she rolled her tongue into an imitation cock and stabbed deeply into Chiffon’s gaping hole. She reached up with her right hand and massaged the model’s clit. The maneuver was enough to set Chiffon off.
“Uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!” Chiffon growled.
After a brief second of uncontrolled passion, Chiffon was slowly brought back to earth. She sighed contentedly. She rolled gently from Cindy’s body. The two women had room on the couch to relax for several minutes. Their naked, glistening bodies were an exciting sight. Both of them had been taken to the edge of pleasure and then thrust over. They were both quite sated.
“That was great,” Chiffon said finally.
Cindy smiled. “Yes.” She slowly sat up and stared down at the model’s nude form. She was surprised that she was still capable of being excited by the sight. She shook her head. That was what she had needed. The release of the tension in a quick, short, satisfying sexual bout had brought her thoughts back to her. She hated to get back to work, but she knew it was necessary. She got off the couch and went to the door. She unlocked it quickly and peaked out. There was no one in the hallway. She dashed across to the models’ dressing room, knowing it would be empty at this time of day, and picked up two towels. She then rushed back to her office and locked the door again. She walked over to Chiffon, who was sitting up, her body shimmering with sweat.
“Here,” Cindy smiled. She began to towel herself dry. “I hate to rush you, but we’ve both got work to do.”
Chiffon smiled and rubbed the towel over her small tits. “I know.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“Say, Jimmy,” Bob Finderson said as Jimmy got up to leave.
“Yeah, Coach?” Jimmy asked. He wondered what the Coach wanted him to do now. He could hear the showers of the other swimmers going as they prepared to leave practice and go home.
“How would you like to earn some extra money?” Bob asked.
“Sure thing, Coach!” Jimmy said. He could always use the pocket money.
“Then, why don’t you help me clean up around here after the guys have all gone?” Bob asked. “It’ll save me a lot of trouble.”
“Great!” Jimmy exclaimed. He liked the idea of working around the pool. He could enjoy the smell of the water, and the feeling of comfort he got from being near the water would be nice. He could explain to Cindy when he got home why he was late. She’d be pleased he was finding something for him to do at the pool instead of wasting his time, as she put it.
“Bob!” a voice called from the entranceway of the pool. It was a woman’s voice, and Jimmy wondered who it could be. He knew the girls wouldn’t be here today. He also knew it wasn’t Mrs. Finderson, for he knew her voice well.
“Come on, Jimmy,” Bob smiled. “You’re going to meet someone.”
“Sure thing, Coach,” Jimmy agreed. He was a little unsure of himself, but what the hell? It wouldn’t kill him.
He followed the older man out of the office and to the main entranceway, near the ticket booth of the pool. He was taken aback by what he saw.
The girl, or woman, really, was tall and well-built. She had dark-brown hair and laughing blue-green eyes. She had a darkly tanned face and thick, sensuous lips. Her tits were ripe and full, though firm. She was wearing a white halter that outlined every bit of her nipples. The tight, cut-off blue jeans she wore accented the loveliness of her shapely thighs and long, tapering legs. She had full, wide hips. Her smile was cheerful, and she had dimples.
Jimmy instantly felt shy, and walked up a little red-faced behind the Coach. He stood by as the two exchanged a brief greeting.
“Hey, Bob, how are your swimmers going to do at the State meet?” the woman asked.
“I think we’ll surprise a lot of people, including quite a lot from here, too,” Bob smiled. He turned to face Jimmy. “And this is one of my secret weapons. Jimmy Whitehall, meet Patricia Worthy. She works nights here, even though her father owns this place.”
“How do you do?” Jimmy stammered.
“Fine,” Pat smiled. She pointed to Bob. “And don’t mind him. I just work here to get some spending money. My dad has me on a strict allowance, and every little bit helps.”
“Well, I’ve got to be going,” Bob said with a glance at his watch. “Jimmy here is going to clean up for the night customers. I’ll pay him my share. I know there’s going to be a few nights where he’d not going to be able to work, since I want him to be sure he passes his hard subjects.”
“Fine,” Pat said with a twinkle in her eyes. “You think Jimmy here has a chance?”
“A chance?” Bob laughed. “He’s got more than a chance. Unless he does something really dumb, like not concentrating.” Bob’s smile broadened.
“Then he’ll be State champ for sure.”
Jimmy blushed again at the mention of his concentration. He knew the Coach was referring to his getting fucked last night. Good thing he hadn’t blabbed that it was his sister that had fucked him. No sense in freaking people out.
“Keep it up, Jimmy,” Pat smiled. “If you do good, you’ll get a scholarship to college instead of having to get money from somewhere else. I get it from my old man, but he’s a real bear when it comes to fun money.”
“Well,” Bob said, “I’ve really got to be going now. See you tomorrow, Jimmy.”
“Sure thing, Coach,” Jimmy said, waving as Bob walked away.
Jimmy turned back to Pat as soon as Bob was out of sight. “What should I start on first?”
“The showers, I guess,” Pat said. She looked at him with a new light in her eyes. She was a fun-loving girl, and she was attracted by the rugged good looks of the boy before her, and his air of innocent masculinity. “Say, how many girls do you have on the hook?”
“Huh?” Jimmy wasn’t quite sure what the older girl meant.
“Well, a good-looking stud like you has got to have some of the girls stringing along,” Pat said with a devilish air in her voice.
“I don’t…” Jimmy began, “have a girlfriend.”
“What?” Pat was really surprised. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, practice takes up so much time,” Jimmy said.
“It shouldn’t take up all your nights,” Pat said. “Oh, well, I guess we both had better start to work. I’ve got to get the cash register ready.”
Jimmy nodded and walked over to the showers. He went to work on the men’s side first, knowing it was the messiest. He was a little confused by the college girl’s hints and strange talk. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was sizing him up, readying herself to put the make on him. He knew that was nonsense. Just because his older sister was weird didn’t make all older women strange in the head. Though, Jimmy admitted, he had really liked what he had seen of Pat. I bet she’s dynamite in bed, Jimmy thought to himself as he mopped the tile floor. Probably fucks like a rabbit. He grinned at the thought, and wondered what she looked like naked. He could see from the thin material of her halter that her nipples were thick and stiff. They looked like they’d be tasty as hell.
“Jimmy,” Pat called from behind him.
