Tsuruya blinked and surreptitiously pressed her knees together a little. It almost felt dirty to be watching something like this, but try as she might she couldn’t find a way to pull her eyes away from that slick, soaking body. Yuki’s eyes were closed as if in idle thought, and the same emotionless blankness was drawn across her face just as always. Tsuruya licked her lips.
“Hope I’m not intruding,” she called out, “please, don’t mind me. In fact, I think I owe you an apology for this morning. Didn’t mean to make such a…fuss about…” She trailed off when the lavender-haired girl failed to respond.
Yuki ignored her and continued her laps. She rolled over to one side like a cat stretching itself out, bringing one arm up and over to start pulling through the water again. Her legs began to shift once more, kicking lazily, rolling her hips round further until she was face-down in the water again and only her bare buttocks and her flexing shoulders and the thick head of lavender coloured hair showed above the surface. She drifted off towards the far end of the pool, into the darkness.
Tsuruya smiled to herself as the image of Yuki’s totally naked body sprawled out before her so openly filled her mind, then focused herself on one of the reclining deckchairs nearby. She settled herself down and laid back to gaze up at the sky instead. Night outside of the city was certainly an experience to remember, the sky full of stars like a paint-speckled canvas of black. The moon hung in the sky so large and bright, but only the soft luminance of the poolside lights reached the water’s surface.
There she lay, only half-aware of her consciousness drifting away as she watched the stars rotating slowly above her like a giant cosmic flywheel. The soft sound of Yuki’s swimming in the distance like the lapping surf on the shore soothed her mind.
She was no longer alone. Somewhere off to her left, the gentle hush of slow breathing, the almost inaudible drip drip drip of water on the tiles. Tsuruya blinked awake and turned her head to identify the source of the noise.
Having given up on her laps by the look of things, Yuki now stood on the poolside tiles in naught but her own skin. The last traces of the water trickled down her body to join the slowly spreading puddle on the floor, her skin shining in the dim light, the moisture leaving gleaming trails down her inner thighs. Her arms were held down in front of her, out of sight, and Tsuruya watched as her shoulders slid and bunched together, back muscles flexing, her firmly toned buttocks twitching occasionally. Her breathing was soft and shallow, her spine arched.
Tsuruya stood up slowly, quietly, so as not to disturb her pool-mate. She readjusted the bikini that had shifted dangerously close to exposing her nipples and then walked over towards the lavender haired girl. Her hand reached out to Yuki’s shoulder and pulled gently.
Why she didn’t just say something was a question that never occurred to her. Perhaps, in the end, it was best that she didn’t.
Yuki turned surprisingly quickly at the brief touch to face the green haired girl, though their eyes made no contact since Yuki’s head was tipped back, eyes shut, and the very slightest expression of pleasurable tension showed on her naturally inexpressive face. Her back arched up sharply, a soft whine escaping her lips. Tsuruya could only stare at the sight of her nakedness as thick, slimy white strings of semen shot forth to land on her breasts and belly and thighs, painting the green haired girl with a messy trail of whiteness all along her front. She gasped in surprise, and felt her nipples suddenly straining against the fabric of that obscenely skimpy bikini with aching rigidity. Her knees pressed tightly together as moisture began flowing down her inner thighs. Yuki’s semen was drooling down her belly, slow and thick and hot like treacle.
For a moment, there was silence but for the sound of Yuki’s laboured breathing. Tsuruya stood there, dumbfounded, her cheeks reddening slightly as fluid ran freely down her legs.
“Oh,” said Yuki finally in that mousy small voice of hers. “Please excuse me. I seem to have accidentally…”
“No, no, that’s fine,” Tsuruya interrupted loudly, waving a dismissive gesture with one hand. Back came that inimitable grin of hers in no time. “You don’t have to apologise for…” She trailed off as her eyes caught on the sight of that throbbingly erect member rising from the dip of Yuki’s crotch area. Not, she noticed, from the apex of her pelvic mound. Her curiosity piqued. Out she reached with one hand, leaving her words behind her, with the tip of her tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth in concentration. Her fingers caressed the smooth flesh, wound their way carefully around the curve of Yuki’s member, clutching it into her palm just behind the head. It was hot to the touch and twitched in her hand almost impatiently. Her fingers closed until her thumb and forefinger overlapped, trapping that fleshy thing in her grasp.