IR Day 19 - Part 11

Bella contentedly soaks, steam rising from the water as she looks at the latest clips from Friday’s games, mainly ones involving Blue Team, but… they lost and there’s nothing promising in the videos, so she hops over to Tiktok, where she doesn’t have long to wait. She gets through two videos of funny, misbehaving dogs before the ad pops onto her screen. Bella smiles, and the ad hits just as hard as it did the first time she saw it.

A girl with beautiful, bronze skin stands in an alluringly tight, blue soccer uniform with a sleeveless top. Her figure is strong, but feminine. Powerful, but womanly. The confident smirk on her face just brings out the smoldering lust in her eyes. She holds a soccer ball under one arm, and one hand rests on a perfect hip. The blatant bulge in her shorts is too much.

Bella has done her research. This girl is from Spain and she’s a captain. That’s why yesterday’s game is such a disappointment: the captains only get interviewed if they win, and she lost. So Bella doesn’t get to hear her sexy accent.

She trails one finger down her throat to her chest, brushing it lightly over a rock-hard nipple. But she doesn’t spend much time with that before parting her legs and sliding her hand between them, where she runs two fingers up and down her slit, very gently. She licks her lips and makes sure she has a good grip on the phone, her eyes glued to the Spanish girl as she shifts her attention to her clit. The water sloshes quietly.

Bella puts the phone down on the edge of the tub and closes her eyes, letting her imagination take over. She imagines the Spanish girl in the same pose, but without the uniform. And with an erection. She imagines that it has a little curve to it.

Bella’s hand is moving fast now and her feet are firmly in the opposite corners of the bathtub. She gasps quietly and rubs a little harder, keeping the circle around her clit tight and quick.

A thump through the wall brings her to an abrupt halt. She brings her dripping hand out of the water and sits up and creaking footsteps make their way down the hallway.

Another ten seconds and she could’ve finished. Scowling, Bella hauls herself out of the bath and steps onto the mat, grabbing a towel. She’s almost knocked over as the door bangs open.

Stretching and yawning, Jolene shuffles in. She’s thin and when she arches her back and stretches, her ribs are clearly visible. She eats more than anyone; she’s always been this way. Her cock is not thin. It’s probably bigger than the Spanish girl’s, and it slaps back and forth between her pale thighs.