Blonde mermaids

We crossed paths at the rooftop pool of the spa hotel I frequented. Two blondes in barely-there bikinis, bored out of our minds until a lazy grin spread across my face and I suggested Jenny join me for a steam. She didn’t even blink. I’d been thinking about the way the suit bit into her hips, about peeling the wet strings down until her skin showed white stripes from the sun. In the sauna we were dripping with sweat before five minutes passed. Jenny moved closer, legs straddling the wooden bench, our knees touching. Her tits rose fast. Mine did, too. I leaned in, licked a drop from her collarbone, tasted salt and chlorine. She laughed, low, like she’d been waiting. We ran out and hit the plunge pool together. The shock made her nipples tight through the fabric. I pulled her strap down, freed one breast, drew it into my mouth while the icy water wrapped around us. She didn’t stop me, just reached under the surface and shoved two fingers straight inside me, confident, unforgiving, working my cunt in quick, hard thrusts while I clamped my thighs around her wrist and tried not to moan too loud. We stumbled back to the private room. Jenny dropped the bikini bottoms on the tiles and climbed on the daybed on all fours. I followed. Her ass was wet, tan lines obscene against her cunt lips. I licked her from behind, slow and wide, tongue parting swollen folds, sucking each lip until she pushed back harder. She turned around, pulled me down, straddled my face until I could barely breathe. Her taste was heavy and warm after the cold water. She fucked my mouth with her hips, grinding until she shook. Then she slid back, pressed two fingers inside her while she watched me stroke my own clit, matching speed. When she bent down and licked me, tongue flicking quick and light, I grabbed her hair and came so hard my calves cramped. We lay there breathless, bikinis on the floor, bodies pink from the plunge and marked with teeth. She smiled against my stomach and said, “Next Friday?”