Another Bathing Suit and Another Sexual Experience

The boys carried on drinking their beer for a few more minutes. Then Fiona got to her feet. "Come on, everyone", she said, "Let's get everything cleaned up in here like new!" The spa room was any bit of a mess, there was soapy water all over the tiled floor, beer cans, plastic jugs and open plastic bottles of bath foam everywhere. Number Two sat up on the towel. "God!" he shouted, "That was amazing!"

"You don't need to call me God all the time!" Fiona smiled "My name is Fiona!" Number Two looked at her in awe. "Well God made one hell of a sexy woman, when he made you, Fiona!" he said. Then he seemed to realise the importance of clearing up. Four pairs of hands made light work, the spa room was soon cleaner than they had found it and all the wet towels were swishing around in the washing machine. All the empty beer cans were put into a refuse sack to dispose of elsewhere. They all got changed. Fiona went back into the spare room. Her costume was just damp now, but she slipped out of it and got dressed in her own privacy.

They all set off together back on the tram, and then they went out for a curry in the town. Fiona felt that she had sobered up now. Then they said their goodbye's and Fiona went back to the station. The hour-long return journey gave her time to think, but strangely enough, she had no regrets. She still loved Tony deeply, but today had added a new dimension to her life and she had really enjoyed it. It was so satisfying to be wanted, and so teasing to be able to get the boys so aroused! And she had given Number Two his first sexual experience, of sorts! He was a nice lad. Fiona only half realised herself that she was really becoming a very naughty girl indeed.

She spent Sunday together with Tony. He did not quite seem to be his usual self. He was under a lot of pressure at work. Despite all his good efforts and success, there was talk in the Council about stopping funding for the pool. The revenue was just too low. Some Councillors said that they could not compete with the much better pool complex in the next town. On a warm day, it was said, families would rather drive an hour or so to get there! "Can you imagine anyone going all that way for a swim!" Tony protested, and Fiona said that she could not possibly imagine such a thing. Tony did not inquire about Fiona's Saturday, and she did not elaborate on it herself.

The flirty texts from Number Two continued during the next week. Number Two thanked Fiona for giving him such a good time, and he hoped that she had no regrets. Fiona thanked him for his hospitality and thanked him for his attention! They both agreed that it would be fun to meet up again. Tony was going to be busy again all Saturday. By Thursday, the inevitable had happened and Fiona had agreed to meet number two again on Saturday, at the same time at the station. "Bring trunx t shirt!" she texted. "Bring yours!" he replied. It was going to be just the two of them together, this time. Fiona decided that now was the time that Number Two should have a day to remember.

At work on Friday, she had to book accommodation for a number of visitors, who were due to attend meetings at the company the following week. Some of them had expressed a preference to stay in the next town, where there was a large hotel which offered good priced rooms. Fiona read the hotel's description, which included a leisure centre with a small pool. The hotel was also offering a big discount over the weekend, a room on Saturday night was available for only $29.00! As soon as she had finished making her company bookings, Fiona picked up the phone again, glancing around to make sure that no-one was within earshot for a moment. Then she booked a room, in her own name, for Saturday night! She paid for it with her own personal card, of course.

Saturday lunchtime came, and the train pulled into the next town's station again, with Fiona on board for the third week running. There was Number Two, waiting for her, carrying a small holdall. Fiona put her arms on his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek. He looked embarrassed. They adjourned to the bar for a drink, and Number Two invited Fiona to consider the merits of the outdoor pool again. His parents were at home that day, leading the two of them to conclude that another erotic experience on the floor of his spa might not be a good idea. "I've got a surprise for you," Fiona whispered. "Where do we catch a number seven tram?"

The pair of them left the station. The hotel was a big tower block, only a few stops away. "Come on!" said Fiona, leading the way off the tram car and towards the hotel's entrance. "We're not...." Number Two's voice trailed off. Fiona marched into the foyer and checked in. Number Two followed, looking a little bemused. The hotel foyer contained a reception area, a small bar, a seating area and a shop. Fiona could see a rack of swimsuits on display beside the shop. Then they were in the lift together, going up to the top floor. Fiona led the way along a long corridor and triumphantly opened the room. Number Two gasped in disbelief. "Is this our room?" he asked. Fiona kissed him again. It was basic, a double bed, bathroom with shower, two chairs and a TV. But it was clean and fresh and looked comfortable. Fiona fell back onto the bed, stretching out her arms and lifting her legs in the air. Her skirt rode up, showing her knickers. Number two could not believe that this was happening to him.

Fiona opened her little backpack. "I've got you some beer," she smiled. "And I got you a bottle of wine!" Number Two responded. It was just a cheap bottle from the supermarket, but Fiona said "Thanks!" There was a corkscrew attached to the window sill, which also had a bottle opener. Fiona opened her wine. They spent the next hour or so sitting side by side on the bed, flicking through the TV channels and enjoying each other's company. Fiona had half of the bottle of wine, and she felt tipsy. Number Two enjoyed three cans of beer. Fiona read through the hotel's brochure which was in the room. "Look," she said, "A pool!" The brochure had pictures of a very small swimming pool and invited guests to enjoy a relaxing dip. They looked at each other. That was a perfect idea!

Fiona delved into her backpack again. "Look, I've got a brand new bikini!" she grinned, carefully taking the two parts of it from the wrapper. It was made of brushed cotton and the edges had a dark blue seem. "Isn't that nice and soft?" she remarked, running her finger over it. "I'd like to try it out in the pool, I think it will go really dark in the water!" Fiona was sitting on the bed and Number Two was beside her. Without any ceremony, she started to undo her blouse. "Are we getting changed together?" Number Two sounded surprised. "Why not?" giggled Fiona. "I've never seen a girl before!" Number Two admitted. Fiona stopped and smiled. "There will be lots of time, later on, to talk about boys and girls," she said. "Just, for now, I need you to help me into my bikini!" She unfastened her blouse and took it off, laying it on the bed beside her. Fiona was wearing a bright red bra. She smiled again at Number Two. "I've seen tops before!" he muttered defensively, looking embarrassed. "Oh!" said Fiona, "And where, may I ask?" Number two couldn't help but stare at the bra. "Well," he said "Films and magazines and things!"

Fiona smiled again. "Well, these are mine and they're for real! Come on, unfasten me!" Number Two had never undone a bra before. He fiddled with it for a moment, before realising that he had to push the two sides of the clip together to release it. Once this was done, Fiona slipped the bra off over her shoulders. Her boobs sagged down. Number Two stared at them. Fiona picked up her bikini top and held it over her chest. "Come on," she said, "Fasten me up!" Number Two pulled together the two straps behind her and clipped them together. That was much more straightforward than unfastening the bra! The top barely covered Fiona's tits and her nipples still showed. "Now you have to tie it up, at the neck!" Fiona instructed. The two cups of her bikini each had tiny plastic rings stitched onto the top seam. Fiona pulled out two dark blue strings from her bag. They matched the dark edging of the bikini. Both had little plastic eyes on one end, which were designed to clip into the rings. Number Two carefully opened the eyes and closed them into place, his fingers digging into Fiona's breasts slightly, as he did so. "They're lovely!" he said. "You can have a feel if you want!" said Fiona. Number Two pulled the strings up under Fiona's hair, behind her neck, and tied them together. Fiona's breasts were lifted forwards, and the cups now covered over more of her boobs. She adjusted the top, so it covered as much of her as it could, but still offering a generous view of pink flesh and cleavage. "You'll look lovely in the pool," Number Two said, "I'd love to see you bobbing about in the water!" " Your wish will come true!" replied Fiona, teasingly.

Fiona stood up and unfastened the back of her skirt. "Come on," she said, "Pull down the zip!" Number Two did as he was commanded, and Fiona slipped it down and stepped out. She was wearing bright red knickers. Fiona pulled these down too. "I hate my tummy!" she confided. "It sticks out and hangs over me!" Number Two ran his fingers through her pubic hair. He thought that her tummy looked lovely. "That's why I got this bikini!" said Fiona, reaching for the bottom half. The pants looked big. Fiona pulled them up. They reached almost all the way to her belly button, and legs were well cut and covered her thighs. The bikini bottom had dark blue edging all around, just like the top. "Perfect!" said Number Two. Fiona then put on a pair of white polyester shorts, which also had a dark blue hem. "These match my bikini!" she said. The shorts only just reached below the bikini pants, but they were baggy and loose, except at the waist, where the tight elastic band held them in place. They were a bright, bleached white. Number Two said that they looked like they were from an advert for washing powder! Fiona thought that they would be fairly see through in the pool. Fiona then pulled a white t-shirt over her head and tucked it carefully into her shorts. She spun around and checked herself in the mirror. "I want to get wet!" she said, "Will you help me?" " Yes, please!" Number Two gasped.

Number Two started to nervously unfasten his shirt. Fiona helped him, and then she undid his belt. Number two took off his shirt and jeans. Fiona pulled down his pants and tickled his willy. "You've shrunk!" she said. Number Two pulled up his black, sheer trunks, and Fiona smiled. She tied up the drawstring, pulling the front of the trunks down a fraction, and playfully rubbed his backside. He pulled on a shiny, white nylon soccer top. It reached down below his trunks, although a dark shadow showed through the shirt. "Good!" said Fiona. "Let's go down to the pool!" She went into the bathroom and brought out two huge bath towels. "We can wrap these around ourselves when we come back up," she said, "And then we will not drip on the floor! Come on, it's playtime!"

The left the room after Fiona had made sure that she was carrying the key. They made their way to the lift, carrying their folded up towels. The lift stopped at the next floor down and two middle-aged couples got in. One of the gentlemen glanced at Fiona, he turned away but then he looked back at her again and again, as the lift doors closed and they juddered downwards. "Are you both going for a swim?" he finally asked. Fiona gave him one of her sweet little smiles. "That's right!" she said. "It's like only a small pool but it'll be fun! I want to try out my new bikini!" The gentleman smiled back at her as his wife looked darkly at him. "And you've both got cover-ups for when you come out of the water!" "Oh no," Fiona replied, smiling again, as she ran one hand down her sleeve nearest to him. "These are our things for the pool! I'm going in with these things on!" The man looked really surprised as he glanced again at Fiona's shapely t-shirt. "Oh," he said, "But you're going to get wet through!" Fiona gave him another smile, "That's OK," she said sweetly, "It doesn't hurt!" She swept her hand around the back of her neck, lifting her hair aside. The dark blue tie was visible just above her neckline. She pulled at the loose strings so they hung over the back of her t-shirt. The gentleman's fascination earned him another hard stare from his wife. The lift stopped and both couples got out at the reception area, the gentleman more slowly than the others.


The swimming pool was a further level down in the basement of the hotel. Fiona and Number Two heard shouts and laughter as the lift doors opened, and they followed the sound along a corridor. There was a heavy wooden door ahead which had a sign simply saying "Pool." This was in a large windowless room, with tiles on the walls and the floor and very bright lights in the ceiling. It was a small pool, only about ten metres by five. One end seemed to be very shallow, and the deeper end looked just over waist deep. There were about twenty people in the room, mainly families with children of all ages. There was a young couple. Everyone except the lifeguards had just swimsuits or bikinis on. The room felt very warm indeed. Stretched across the middle of the pool was a series of foam mats, joined together to form a walkway. The children were taking it in turns to try to run over the mats, without losing balance and falling off! To make it harder, a male lifeguard was standing on the poolside and squirting them with a hose! The children shrieked with laughter when the cold water hit them! Another lifeguard was standing in the pool, beside the walkway. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a soaking wet red games skirt. She dipped down slightly, in order to lift one mat off the edge of the next, and her skirt rode up her legs and floated on the water. The front of her t-shirt looked very wet and had turned a much darker colour than the back, which was mostly dry, except for a dark red band just above the top of the skirt. The outline of a dark blue swimsuit showed through, especially at the front. Along one side of the pool, there was a simple barrier of metal posts, carrying a long straight bar about three feet off the ground. One or two spectators were leaning on the barrier, and behind them were two rows of plastic seats. Fiona and Number Two walked a little way down the poolside. Fiona draped their two towels over the barrier and they both sat on the poolside, in front of the seats. Fiona smiled broadly as she dangled her feet into the water, making little waves as she swished them backwards and forwards. Number Two pulled his top up over his tummy. He leaned down and dipped his lower arms into the pool. Fiona flicked a few splashes straight at the front of his trunks. He made as if to splash her too, but he withdrew his hands from the water as Fiona turned away.

The door opened again and a middle-aged couple appeared, the man was the one who had spoken to Fiona in the lift. They came over and sat down just behind Fiona and Number Two. She turned and gave him a little wave. "I just thought that we would come down and see what the pool is like!" the man said. Fiona laughed. "You should just come in too!" she replied, encouragingly, "I think you can buy costumes upstairs near reception!" "Oh come on Bert," his wife said. "This is just for the kids!" "Ah come on!" he replied, "Let's see what they're doing. This looks fun!" The children still queued up at the poolside and took turns to run over the mats. "OK folks!" the male lifeguard shouted. "Now its mums and dads turn!" Two or three of the adults climbed out and stood beside the mats. It was much harder for them to keep their feet crossing over. The lifeguard turned up the pressure of the hose and mercilessly aimed it in their faces. One very overweight man staggered this way and that, before toppling over and hitting the water with a huge splash. The lifeguard in the pool was drenched again, water dripped from her hair and the straps of her swimsuit showed through over her shoulders, before disappearing behind her to where her top was still drier. His wife did no better, falling backwards off the second mat and going into the pool on the opposite side. The young couple stood beside the lifeguard, laughing. The girl wore a pretty red bikini, and now Fiona noticed that she had red shorts on too. The overweight man started to cross again. The poor lifeguard in the pool braced herself!

Bert suggested to his wife that they should indeed go upstairs, and look at the swimsuits for sale. His wife was not impressed but she grudgingly got up and followed him, as he made for the door.

The male lifeguard walked around the shallow end towards Fiona and Number Two. "Would you two like to have a go?" he asked. Fiona laughed, "It looks too difficult!" she replied, I'll fall off!" "That's the idea," the lifeguard laughed in reply. He turned to Number Two and said, "You have a go!" Number Two stood up, "I will, he said. This looks good fun!" Number Two walked with the lifeguard around to the other side of the pool. "I don't squirt you the first time!" the lifeguard said, as he picked up the hose. Number Two was light on his feet and he sprinted over the middle of the mats, with short strides and perfect balance. The mats hardly moved and he didn't even get his toes wet. Everyone cheered and clapped. "The best yet! Now with the hose!" shouted the lifeguard.

Number Two stepped towards the pool and paused as he lined up again to cross. He was just as sure-footed again this time, ignoring the spray which splashed all over his face. Everyone cheered again, and he walked back around to applause, before sitting down again beside Fiona. The front of his shirt was splattered with big drops of water. Fiona scrambled up to her feet, reaching for a towel behind, then dabbing it over Number Two's top. Then she rubbed his chest with the towel under his shirt. She stopped just at the top of his trunks. She folded the towel and placed it over over his middle. The male lifeguard looked questioningly at Fiona, while he pointed at the mats, but she laughed and shook her head. Everyone else had another go, and Fiona and Number Two clapped, as one by one they all fell off. The female lifeguard in the pool was getting wetter and wetter.

Then the door opened again and Bert and his wife reappeared. He was carrying a pair of big baggy swim shorts. His wife did not look at all pleased. Fiona smiled at him again, "Well done! You're coming in! Come and join us!" He looked very pleased with himself as he went over to a doorway marked "Gentlemen's Changing!"

The two lifeguards then pulled the mats away and lifted them out of the pool, one by one. The girl lifeguard climbed out, water trailing behind her from her skirt. Then a large net appeared, and they fixed supports to the tiles on each side of the water. They attached the net to one side, and the girl slipped back in again to carry the net across. Then they put the other side up. It looked secure enough but it was sagging in the middle. "Now we can play water volleyball!" the lifeguard said. "We need two teams of five, and we will change the teams around so everyone gets a go!" Number Two quickly jumped up and discarded his towel, to join one of the teams. He was really looking forward to this! Two teams were quickly organised. Fiona stayed sitting down. The lifeguard stood on the side, beside the net, and blew her whistle to start the game. She shouted encouragement to all the players as she ran up and down the side, picking up the ball when it bounced on the tiles. Her wet skirt flapped around her legs. Bert came out of the changing room, wearing his big shorts and showing his big belly and his fat little legs.

All those not playing stayed on the side of the pool. Fiona moved to the shallow end. Bert walked over and sat down, two or three feet from her. "You haven't been in yet!" he remarked, noticing that Fiona's kit was still completely dry. "I'll wait until after the game!" Fiona replied, resting back on her hands and stretching out her feet in front of her. "I haven't been in a pool for years!" Bert replied. Fiona giggled. "I go in all the time, I love the water!" The game of volleyball was very hard to play in the pool. The beach ball was seldom returned over the net. The players could not move about quickly enough in the water to reach it in time. It splashed frequently into the water, it hit the net or it was hit too hard. Fiona was on her feet every few moments to bring it back when it bounced out at her end. Number Two was one of the few more capable players, he jumped this way and that and then dived full length into the water as he flicked the ball back over the net. His shirt was plastered to his body and his black trunks glistened. One by one players retired, as they had enough, and others joined from the side. The male lifeguard was on the other side of the pool, and after a few more minutes he picked up the hose again and turned it back on. There were excited squeals as he went around the players, splashing them one by one. He picked especially on the adults, turning up the water pressure for each and firing at them whenever the ball came near. He aimed the spray at the ball, sending it flying off course. Sheaths of spray sparkled under the lights, reaching the other side of the pool and going over his colleague. "Hey," she shouted, "Behave! I'm wet enough already!" The male lifeguard walked slowly around the other end of the pool, with the hosepipe trailing behind him. As he approached the net, he turned the hose onto the female lifeguard, as she stood there. She turned away, but the water showered over her back, finally turning all of her t-shirt the same dark colour as it was down the front, and leaving it clinging to the crossover straps of her swimsuit underneath.

Number Two invited Fiona to play. "No, It's OK, I'd rather stay here!" she replied. "I'm better at being the ball girl," she continued, as she scrambled to her feet again to retrieve the beach ball, throwing it back to him. Fiona's shorts and top gleamed brightly under the lights as she sat back down again with her feet in the pool. The young couple left the game and came over towards her, sitting down beside her, on the opposite side of her to Bert. "I'm getting out of the way of that hose!" the girl said. She had bright red, shiny soccer shorts on, and a well-fitting bikini top. "I like your shorts!" said Fiona. "Thanks," she replied, "I like to wear these over my bottoms, I feel more comfortable! I like your outfit too!" the girl continued. "Do you go in the pool in your t shirt?" Fiona confirmed that she did, and she liked to because it was comfortable for her too. "I'd like to try wearing a t shirt too!" The girl confided. "If we come down again, I'm going to wear a top over my bikini," she concluded. Bert shuffled a foot nearer to them, looking for a chance to join in their conversation. The lifeguard had walked back around the deep end, and next he hosed Number Two, water poured all over his shirt and his hair. Then the hose played into the pool, churning up the surface and creating a funnel of bubbles going down into the water. Number Two swam along the bottom of the pool until he touched the side, and then stood straight up beside Fiona. His top settled back against his skin as the water drained off it. "Doesn't he look cute!" Fiona said as she grinned at the girl beside her, playfully scooping more water over him.

The game was finished because everyone who had wanted to play had done so. The female lifeguard started to dismantle the net. Her colleague walked slowly to the shallow end, with the hose still directed into the pool in front of him. The young couple ducked down as he passed behind them. Fiona felt the cold column of water, under the surface, rush against her feet, as he stopped right beside her. "You haven't been in yet, have you!" the lifeguard said, grinning mischievously at Fiona. She looked up at him, leaning away (a little anxiously) from the hose in his hand. "That's freezing!" Fiona said quickly. "Don't you dare wet me! I'll go in instead! I'm going in now!" She gave him a pleading look. She brushed her hand down her sleeve and her shorts. "Is it OK if I keep my things on?" The lifeguard smiled, "Of course you can! But you should be wet already! You didn't do the commando run, you didn't play volleyball and you didn't get hosed!" Fiona gave him her little-lost puppy look, as the hose squirted down into the pool beside her. "I didn't want to fall in!" she said, sheepishly, "And I've been the ball girl instead! I got the ball back for everyone!" The lifeguard looked at everyone, in turn, Number Two, the young couple and Bert. "I think that she should get the hose!" he said, firmly. "Definitely!" Bert agreed. "It's not fair!" Fiona said quickly. "I'll go in the pool now. I'll get wet all over!" "Go on!" Number Two shouted to the lifeguard, "Let her have it, like everyone else!" Bert laughed, "All over her!" he agreed. The lifeguard turned the hose slightly so that the jet of water splashed over Fiona's knees and legs, sending big splashes in all directions. She edged back and rested on her hands behind her again and squealed, "Its cold!" The lifeguard pointed the hose further up Fiona's legs and the water made a splattering sound as the splashes landed on her shorts. She felt the coldness through her bikini bottom as its blueness began to show through her shorts. Fiona wriggled back from the pool's edge, but she knew that she was completely at the mercy of the lifeguard. Number Two jumped back behind her and lifted her hand up from the tiles. Bert laughed, as he stood up too, taking Fiona's other hand. She sat helplessly between them and braced herself. The lifeguard fiddled with the nozzle of the hose, reducing the flow and turning it into more of a spray, which he played up and down Fiona's legs, from her feet to her middle. He paused when he reached her shorts, the spray still made a slight splattering sound. Then he worked his way back to her feet, and quickly back to her middle. The light sparkled off Fiona's shorts as they became soaking, they settled back against her wet bikini pants and different shades of blue crossed each other over them. Her bikini bottoms had turned dark blue, but they showed through less near her waist, where an extra layer of t-shirt was tucked in over them. Fiona felt the cold water spread all over her thighs and her bum, and soon she was sitting in a little cold puddle on the tiles. "Her hair, her hair!" Number Two said. The lifeguard stepped back behind Fiona and sent little waves of spray onto her head. She moved her head from left to right, backwards and forwards, but the spray followed her moves exactly. Her hair clumped together and water began to pour out, over her shoulders, behind her and onto her legs. "It's not fair!" Fiona whimpered, but she was laughing at the same time. She stopped wriggling and let the water run down all over her, feeling her bikini top soaking through and her t shirt cling to her like a glove. Dark blue lines appeared through her shirt and the lighter blue shade showed through at the front. Fiona turned her shoulders towards the lifeguard and let him spray her front continously. "My new bikini is wet now!" she spluttered. " Well, you said that you wanted to try it out! " Bert said. "It's nice!" said Fiona, glancing down at herself as she climbed slowly to her feet, while the lifeguard moved right around her, making sure that every bit of her was soaked through. Water dribbled onto the tiles around her.

Fiona and Number Two got into the pool. The water was warm, after that cold hose! They played around for a few minutes, before getting out again. Then they wrapped the big towels around themselves and went back towards the lift. Fiona's towel came around under each armpit and covered her chest. Her wet sleeves clung to her shoulders and hung limply to her elbows. Her neckline was visible, together with the top two inches of her t-shirt. The two blue strings showed through, as part of a narrow V. Fiona's wet hair hung down to the top of the towel at the back. The lift stopped at reception, and another couple got in. They were the other husband and wife, who had joined them on the way down an hour before! "So you kept your word!" the man smiled. "You look like you have been in the pool!" "The lifeguard soaked me with the hose!" Fiona complained, giving her lost puppy look again. The man roared with laughter, "Well you did ask for it!" he chuckled. "I'd have loved to have seen that!"

Back in their room, they both shared a warm shower, helping each other out of their wet shirts. Fiona slipped out of her shorts and rung out the wet things in the hand basin. We can hang these up to dry, she said. Then we might get another swim later on! Soapy, bubbly water ran over Fiona's boobs and her bikini bra, and the lather gathered in her cleavage. Number two unfastened her top, they cuddled each other, he in his trunks, and she in just her bottoms. She pressed herself against him and felt his penis becoming erect. Then Fiona took number two to bed. She took both their remaining bits of costume off. He lost his virginity properly that afternoon and then fell asleep, dreaming of this lovely girl beside him, with water streaming out of her hair and over her round, shiny breasts.