Ingrid's Weekend Part 5

Seeing Adella’s desperation is gratifying, and Riona’s miscalculation is a little funny too.

But a small amount of amusement doesn’t make for a comfortable night. Ingrid is no prude, but the only person she’s had this kind of contact with in recent memory is Riley. Ingrid loves Riley’s slim, firm body. Riona’s softer, more bountiful figure is certainly interesting. Meanwhile, it’s difficult not to think about how Beth is spending the night chastely in Adella’s arms, which is just bizarre. There’s also the memory of Adella’s huge cock spewing cum on her dusky skin playing on a loop in Ingrid’s brain.

It's a lot and it makes for some intense, embarrassing dreams and an unusually damp situation between her legs when she wakes up. Tactfully, no one comments on the powerful, distinctly musky smell in the tent in the morning. Ingrid’s not the only one to blame for that. Beth comes out of Adella’s sleeping bag flustered and unable to hide her frustration, but she must have held her ground through the night. Any attempt at fooling around would’ve unquestionably woken Ingrid and Riona.

Ingrid tries not to stare as a confused, somewhat grumpy Adella jams her massive morning wood into a clean pair of underwear and stoically gets dressed.

It’s better once they’re out in the crisp morning air, drinking coffee that Riona has made. Everyone is still quiet, but some of the tension is easing. Riona and Beth have won; it seems as though Adella has been dealt a blow that she won’t soon forget. But they’ve also gotten more than they bargained for.

Ingrid hopes that wherever Riley is, she’s having a more comfortable and relaxed time.

Hiking helps; moving is a nice distraction, and the others start to talk again. No one mentions last night. There’s talk of football, food, and professional matters.

Their destination is a high-end spa, and they arrive as Kristina planned, just before lunchtime. Kristina’s plans are a land of contrasts. This lovely getaway was very considerate. Her fixation on Adella and excitement, not so much. Their accommodations prove it: the best suite in the entire facility. The only problem is that it is, unquestionably, a honeymoon suite. The fact that the bed is large enough for four doesn’t make the situation appropriate.

Ingrid has to ask herself as she and the others put their things down in the massive suite: does her older sister really think that she would do it with Adella? Ingrid doesn’t find the notion completely unthinkable, but the idea of potentially hurting Riley is unthinkable. If Ingrid were marrying a like-minded Swede, maybe it would be all right. But she’s marrying an intensely insecure American. Maybe it makes sense that Kristina doesn’t get it; she doesn’t know Riley well.

Kristina’s plans have also ruined Ingrid’s. Sexual tension doesn’t just go away on its own. Ingrid had been counting on the privacy of a shower to take care of things quickly before lunch, but they’re all equally in urgent need of bathing.

Beth and Riona aren’t particularly reserved about the matter. They’re hungry, but the need to get clean trumps that. They’ve barely reached the room and they’re struggling out of their clothes.

Adella watches with interest before taking a long, deep breath.

“I will wait my turn,” she says courageously, walking to the bar to consider the bottles.

Like the bed, the shower is large enough for several people and there’s a massive jet tub as well, but they just want a quick rinse before eating and getting on with all the spa things that Kristina signed them up for. Ingrid strips and joins Beth and Riona under the water.

“Nice place,” Beth says cheerfully.

“Could’ve had some privacy for this bit,” Riona says irritably.

Beth guffaws with laughter. “Same,” she admits.

“Don’t even think about it,” Riona warns.

They both lunge for the detachable showerhead at the same time. Ingrid dodges out of the way with a squeak of alarm as they grapple, and Riona easily wins; Beth is too small to fight her.

“Let go, eejit,” Riona snaps.

“Fuck off, cow. Do me.”

“Me first,” Riona replies, turning on the showerhead and pointing it between her legs. Beth rolls her eyes and gives Ingrid an apologetic look.

“Sorry,” Beth says. “You can go before me.”

“Mm. Make sure the door’s shut,” Riona says distractedly, squeezing her breast as she sprays her clit. Being squeezed up against Riona was an experience. So is watching her get herself off with water streaming down her body.

Ingrid nervously clasps her hands, unsure what to do.

“Fuck it,” Beth says with a sour look. Ingrid’s eyes widen as Beth hip-bumps Riona to get a little water from the main showerhead and puts one hand on the wall, using the other on herself.

Ingrid stands behind them. She’s not trying to stare; she just doesn’t know what else to do. She’s not noticing things on purpose, like the movements of their legs, vigorous squelching sounds, or the soft jiggles of their backsides.

Beth finishes first, amazingly quickly. Sleeping up against Adella must have been overwhelming. Her body tenses and she bows her head, groaning. Beth recovers in time to smack Riona’s bottom hard enough to make her jump and nearly slip. Another fight follows, which ends with Riona putting Beth in a headlock and forcing her to hold the showerhead until she cums with some salty curses.

After, Beth and Riona leave the shower as though Ingrid isn’t there. Ingrid isn’t complaining, but she is desperately in need of relief. She closes the shower door, which is foggy and opaque. She finally takes her place under the water and lifts the showerhead off the hook.