Closing time.

After their little outing into the laundry room, Gwen and America returned to the pool proper. They spent the rest of the day swimming or messing around at the various attractions, or just relaxing in a quiet corner of the spacious water paradise. Throughout their time, the conversation was playful, relaxed and above all, flirty. Just two young women enjoying the pool, as well as each other's company. It was during those later moments that their interaction became quite heated and entirely unsuited for a public place. One such moment was when after swimming through a stretch of curvy rapids, they came upon a small round pool that branched off from the main path. It turned out to have a ledge built-in underwater so swimmers could sit and recover after swimming through the strong currents of the rapids.

America wasted no time in their moment of privacy and easily straddled Gwen's lap as the blonde woman made herself comfortable on the ledge. America's lips quickly found Gwen's, and the two began to make out quite passionately. America moved her hand through Gwen's spiky hair until she got a good grip on the back of her head and held Gwen's face in place as she deepened the kiss. her other hand moved underneath that deliciously teasing swimsuit and quickly found one of Gwen's breasts.

Gwen moaned appreciatively and eagerly returned America's advances. Running her hands through America's dark locks, she likewise moved her hands to the back of her head. But Gwen wanted to push America a bit further, see how far she was willing to go after their brief time together. So her hands landed around America's neck, and with one smooth movement, pulled apart the knot holding her bikini top up. Said piece of clothing began to float slightly in the water, only being held in place by the second string around her breasts.

America made a surprised sound that came out as little more than a muffled moan through their kiss but otherwise made no objections to what happened. In fact, she shuffled closer towards Gwen, until their bodies were almost pressed together. Taking the hint, Gwen used both her hands and began to play with America's now-free breasts, taking special care of her nipples. America for her part slid her hands lower across Gwen's stomach, admiring the subtle muscles she felt underneath the swimsuit. Her hands ended between Gwen's legs, and her fingers began to dance against her pussy. First lightly, but the passion between the two of them quickly made it so that she became more enthusiastic. Slipping one hand underneath the swimsuit, she found Gwen's slit and was about to push her fingers inside.

*PING PONG*. "Attention ladies and gentlemen, the pool is about to close for the public, please make your way towards the exit."

The sudden announcement effectively broke the spell between the two young women, and for a moment, they stared at each other, lust still smouldering in their eyes as blue met brown. Gwen was the first to speak after a moment.

"Well, that's a downer way to end things. And I was just starting to enjoy myself."

America redid the top of her bikini and checked if everything was presentable.

"Tell me about it. That fucker has the worst possible timing. And we were about to get to the good part too."

Gwen had also adjusted her swimsuit to make it look presentable and led America out of their secluded area, and back into the pool. They noticed that the pool had already begun to clear out, and only a few stragglers remained inside, determined to stay in the water until the very last moment. They followed a family through the double doors, and into one of the shower areas. It was common to take a quick shower after a swim, to get the chlorine out of your hair and off your body. Most showers were larger rooms with many showers side by side for a quick rinse-off. But the one they found themself in consisted of several walled-in showers, creating a semblance of privacy. As they checked, all the showers were taken, except for one halfway down the room. The two shared a look, already knowing perfectly well where this was going.

"Only one shower available. Guess you have to wait until another one becomes available. Unless you have no problem with sharing?"

Gwen scoffed and pushed America towards the empty cabin.

"Riiiight. If you think for a moment that this was going to go any other way, Chavez, then you clearly have not been paying attention, and I have been wasting my time."

She emphasized her point by giving America a light slap on her bikini-clad ass.

"Now move that cute ass before another shower actually becomes free and I change my mind."

The cubical was small, just big enough for one person, and they had to stand close together to make it work. Which, obviously, neither woman minded. Gwen closed her eyes and let the water rush over her. Using her hands, she brushed them through her hair to get them clean as well, only to feel them get caught in the grip of someone else. Her first instinct was to pull them away, but the surprisingly strong grip, as well as the fact that her spider sense never went off, told her exactly who it was that had a hold on her. She opened her eyes to look at America, who was sporting a devious smile. Stepping forward, Gwen was **** to take a single step back, until her back hit the tiled wall behind her. Still holding her arms above her head, America leaned in until her face almost touched Gwen's.

"Now what was that about changing your mind? Let me give you a reason to not go away."

America changed her grip on Gwen's wrists so she had both pinned against the wall in just one hand. Her other, now free, hand began to wander all over Gwen. Paying extra attention to every curve she found along the way. Gwen for her part put up enough resistance to play along, though she noted that America was matching her attempts to escape her grip with just enough strength to keep her in place. Her playful struggle stopped when she felt America's fingers slip underneath her swimsuit, directly on her pussy.

"I meant it when I said we had to stop at the best part. And I don't like leaving things unfinished."

Her fingers easily slipped inside Gwen's slit and wasted no time exploring the blonde's more than receptive folds. Gwen had to stifle a moan and instead took a deep breath as America's fingers began to tease her sensitive pussy. She had to admit, being **** to stop did leave her somewhat frustrated, so she responded quite favourably to America's fingers. And she was good too, she clearly knew what it took to pleasure a woman. She squirmed under America's fingers. Gyrating her hips in time with the other woman's movements. Her hands opened and closed as her arms kept pulling against America's hold. A hold the woman had no trouble keeping, clearly the dark-skinned superheroine was physically stronger than Gwen, even with her own spider strength. She had to bite her lips to prevent herself from moaning loudly and instead resorted to shuddering breaths as she was being worked ever closer to orgasm.

"That's it, girl. I had such a good time with you today, that it would feel wrong not to return the favour. Don't hold back. Let it go. Let me see that beautiful face again."

And Gwen didn't hold back. Or rather, she couldn't. Her own lust, paired with America's skill, and the added thrill of being in a public space all served to tear down her defences. With a final shuddering breath, she arched her back, pressing her breasts firmly against America's. Her body twitched as the pleasure crested and she came. Hard. Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth to scream her pleasure, only to find her scream cut off by America's lips against hers. Fully surrendering to the moment, she returned the kiss with all the passion she had. America wrapped her arms around her neck, and realizing she could use her own hands again, eagerly took America's head and used it to deepen the kiss. For a moment, it was just the two of them as Gwen shook sporadically in small aftershocks while her tongue battled with America's. Reaching the time limit, the shower stopped, pulling the two lovers from their moment, and Gwen from her post-orgasmic bliss. She looked at America, seeing the satisfied smirk of superiority.

"There, now that was a much better way of ending things. Don't you agree?"

Gwenn wanted to say something, but a glimpse of movement caught her attention, and she gasped in shock. Following the direction she was looking, America quickly turned around and was just in time to see a girl scurry away from their shower. She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen at most, and her messy shoulder-length black hair had several streaks of neon blue and purple dyed into them.

"Welp. Busted."

The two stared at each other, before simultaneously bursting out in fits of laughter. After recovering, America from the laughter, and Gwen from the laughter AND her orgasm, they made their way towards the lockers. Taking her stuff, Gwen turned to America.

"Well, I think it's safest if we part here. See you outside."

America pouted in a cute way that almost had Gwen reconsider.

"Aww. You don't want to share a booth with me? And here I thought we had something going on."

"Hah. Let's be real here Chavez. If I get into a booth with you, Getting dressed would be the last thing that would be happening. And as much as we both would enjoy that, I really think it's best if we get changed."

To emphasize her point, the sound of a phone playing some cheezy rock song coming from America's clothes had the dark-skinned woman scramble for the device. She checked it and sighed.

"I guess you are right. I kinda forgot I had more to do today, and my partner for that has been trying to reach me for the past hour."

"See. Let's get out of these swimsuits. SEPARATELY. And we'll meet up outside."

Gwen turned to the nearest dressing booth and quickly got inside before she changed her mind. She was no stranger to sex with another female, being a member of Pravum kinda made that a certainty sooner or later. But damn was America taking that to a whole other level. Still, as far as first meetings went, she was fairly certain that she had left a good impression. She quickly changed into her civilian clothes, and left the swimming paradise, going to where she had parked her vehicle.

Ten minutes later, America stepped through the front doors, clad in her usual outfit consisting of a blue top and black shorts. She had her favourite denim jacket over one shoulder and was in the process of putting it on. As she did, she looked around to see if she could find Gwen, but failed to spot her. Feeling slightly panicked, she flew up in the air to get a better look but still found no trace of her latest friend. Zooming around the parking lot, she ignored the steady line of cars that slowly filed out through the exit barrier one at a time, until she spotted a familiar shade of blonde. Diving down, she landed in front of Gwen who leaned against a sleek white and black sports motorcycle with pink stripes to accentuate its shape. Gwen looked up from her phone, only slightly surprised by the fact that the other woman seemingly came from the air.

"So you can fly? You know, I should be surprised. But somehow, it suits you. I don't see you getting in line with the rest of the plebs waiting for your turn to go through. Any more special surprises I should be aware of?"

America stepped closer, and wrapped her arms around Gwen's waist, pulling the blonde away from the bike.

"Oh, plenty. But I reserve those for second or third dates. After all, I wouldn't want to spoil all the fun right away. But don't pretend like I am the only one special here. I noticed how much strength you had in those arms of yours. Almost as much as me. You're not exactly the picture of a normal person either."

Gwen wrapped her own arms around America and leaned in.

"Touche. I guess we have some explaining to do the next time we meet huh?"

Gwen lowered her hands until they rested on America's ass, and pulled her against herself. America took the hint and allowed herself to be pulled off her feet. Using only the slightest of her flying ability, she wrapped her legs around Gwen, and eagerly began to kiss the blonde. For a moment, they forgot all about where they were, focused only on each other. The blaring of a car horn next to them rudely broke the moment, and America reluctantly got down while turning towards the asshole that ruined their moment, ready to give him or her a piece of her famously outspoken mind.

"What's your problem? You never seen two women kiss or something?"

The car next to them was an SUV type of cruiser with the driver being a man in his early forties. He had the window rolled down since they were near the barrier and was looking at America and Gwen with clear disapproval.

"My problem is you. Why don't you get yourself a room? That is hardly public behaviour, let alone in front of impressionable kids."

"Yeah, well why don't you go back to the fifties with your prehistoric attitude."

While America and the man continued to argue back and forth, Gwen looked closer at the car, and sure enough, three girls were with him. In fact, the one in the passenger seat was sporting a distinctly familiar mob of black hair with some hard-to-miss blue and purple streaks. The two girls in the back were trying their hardest to not look at the scene outside, or try to forget what they saw, it was hard to tell. But the girl sitting next to what had to be her father was looking apologetically past the man, and when her eyes locked with Gwen she got a slight pink of embarrassment. Clearly, she recognized the two of them, and she now knew Gwen had recognized her as well. Gwen winked at the girl, who promptly turned an impressive shade of red, before hastily looking away.

Eventually, honking from the car behind him made the father move along, and America turned back towards Gwen. Only now taking in what the other woman was wearing. Gwen was wearing a light tank top that followed the curves of her chest quite nicely and showed just enough cleavage to hold America's attention. That was, until she swung her legs over the saddle of the bike, and her attention was drawn to her pants. A form-fitting black leather pants that clung to her legs like a second skin. It had the added benefit of making her firm ass stand out all the more. Finishing up the biker look, was a dark brown leather jacket that was only held close by the bottom-most button.

Looking back up, she noticed the smirk on Gwen's face as she was taping on her phone, clearly well aware that America was checking her out. She noticed two wireless earplugs in Gwen's ears, and it was clear that she was getting ready to leave. Stepping closer to Gwen, she saw the title of the track Gwen had selected and laughed.

"The unicorn invasion of Dundee? What the fuck kinda title is that?"

Gwen's face turned into a smile and she wrapped one arm around America's waist.

"Hey, don't diss it until you try it. At least it will sound miles better than that cheesy rock song you have on your phone. Seriously, if you can use the drums to keep rhythm, your not doing metal right. Anyway."

She pulled America down and gave her one last searing kiss that actually had America curl her toes inside her white and blue sneakers.

"There, that one is for the road, and I guess it will have to do until next time."

Taking advantage of America's momentary distraction, she revved up the engine and slowly drove away. She looked over her shoulder, keeping eye contact with America as the other woman stood dumbfounded for a second before shaking her head and taking off after her.

America was about to give chase to Gwen, her competitive pride not accepting that the blonde had won the last round. Following Gwen was fairly easy, as she drove slowly, and still managed to keep eye contact with her. She was about to rush forward at top speed when she saw Gwen was about to collide with a car coming from a side lane, when at the last moment, without breaking eye contact, Gwen veered to the side avoiding a collision. That actually caused her to stop mid-flight, as she watched Gwen effortlessly weave through the parking lot, avoiding accidents at the last possible moment, while slowly increasing her speed to dangerous levels. When she reached the barrier, she waited for the driver to present his ticket, causing the barrier to rise. With a roar of the engine, Gwen sped past the car, triggering the sensor, and causing the barrier to lower again.

Flying near the car, she saw the driver rant and scream at a disappearing Gwen as he began to murderous process of backing out of the line, with many impatient cars behind him. It was the same car that had honked earlier at them, and America felt no sympathy for the asshole of a driver. She did notice the girl sitting next to her father look at the distant motorbike as it disappeared into traffic. Was it embarrassment on her face when she realised she had been caught peeping on them, now the girl looked with clear admiration.

The girl saw America hover in mid-air, and briefly locked eyes. America blew her a kiss, and seeing the girl's face turn bright red was all the confirmation she needed. That girl made some very specific discoveries and fantasies today. And maybe in a few years, if they ran into each other again, she could make those fantasies come true.

Again, her phone rang as she got yet another message from Kate. She was late for their patrol. Very late. Taking off at full speed, she went straight for her place to drop off her stuff while texting Kate that she was on her way.

It was much later well into the evening that a tired America entered her apartment. Seriously, between spending a day at the pool, and spending a day with Gwen, the many questions that mystery girl rose with her, and fighting two-bit thieves at night, she was exhausted. She made her way to the bathroom, all the while stripping out of her clothes. She tossed them into the basket with the rest of her laundry, and quickly did a search through her pants pockets, just in case. She usually forgot that, and she had lost many a phone number for just as many sexy, cute, or interesting women to the washing machine. Seriously, that machine had ruined just as much of her love life as being a superheroine had.

But this time she remembered it, and her reward was a folded piece of paper inside her rear pocket. She opened it, and on it was scribbled a mobile phone number, with a name under it. Gwen Stacy. Next to the number, she had drawn a chibyfied version of a spider, and she had to admit that spiders somehow fitted the blonde. Forgetting about the shower she was about to take, or the fact that she was very much naked, she walked back to the couch to pick up her phone.

On the other side of San Fransisco, Gwen was writing a report for Pravum's command. She had little to report, but the protocol was protocol. And the current mistress of the facility was a sucker for protocol. She had just pressed send on her laptop when her phone pinged to life. She checked it and was happy to see it was from America.

"Hey girl, I was wondering how we would meet up again since we never exchanged numbers. But I guess you must have slipped that note in when I was distracted."

Gwen laughed, Sure, distracted is one way to put it. But she wasn't wrong. Gwen had used the moment she had her hands on Americana's ass to slip in that little note.

"Anyway. I had fun today. A lot of fun. And I wouldn't mind seeing you again."

Gwen began to type a reply, more than satisfied with the eagerness her mark responded. She had to remind herself that she was on a mission, and though pleasure and business could mix in her line of work, it wouldn't do to allow her personal feeling to get in the way. At least, not right now. maybe later, when she and Americana had gotten closer.

"I'd love that as well. It really was fun hanging out with you. Though maybe this time, we keep the curious teenagers at home hmm?"

They quickly began to chat with each other, easily falling into a casual conversation. It would be many hours later before either of them would find some sleep. And for both of them, not all that time was spent talking to each other. For both had some good memories of today.