The Gym

Standing up Jenna ran her hands across her entire body one last time before she departed the sauna. Her body felt so alive with pleasure. Stepping towards the door she felt a strange compulsion as she passed the bucket. Taking it by the handle she stepped out of the sauna, making her way to the gym.

Just as she left it, there were two people in the gym. A guy was curling weights with his back turned to Jenna, and then there was the woman on the elliptical.

Moesha slowed her work out, looking at the curvaceous blonde perplexed by the unusually nude woman sauntering into the gym. If it weren’t for their ear buds both probably would've heard the commotion in the pool.

The moans and screams, and words… Jenna felt bad that these two souls were oblivious too them, their ear buds obviously drowning out the wonderful proclamations of pleasure. A chorus of pleasurable howls made Jenna feel even wetter as she looked at the poor unaware black girl.

Moesha had a slender frame, her sports bra clung tightly to her chest with little to hold, or support. Her ass however while small had the finest firm roundness, concealed beneath the yoga pants. Pulling an ear bud out to ask if the nude blonde needed help her face contorted in wonder at the pornographic sounds echoing from elsewhere in the pool and health club.

Turning to look towards the pool she barely noticed as the bucket of water was thrown in her direction.

Jenna felt a surge of excitement and pleasure as the water flew free from the bucket coating the black girl. The cold almost homicidal glare that followed giving her an extra chill as the taller dark skinned woman pulled out her other ear buds and stepped down off the elliptical aghast as she shook off some of the dropletts from herself.

“What the fuck do you think you're.” Moesha lunged at the blonde tackling her to the ground, she was ready to beat someone. Rolling around wrestling she tried to ignore her sudden and growing arousal, which seemed to only grow with each touch of Jenna's hands. The way they grabbed her by the sides, felt her chest, grabbed her ass.

At one point Moesha gasped as the little blonde tart had the audacity to run a finger across her slit, creating a camel toe in the form fitting yoga pants.

But the wrestling was soon over. Moesha sat with her legs spread to either side of the blonde just above Jenna's hips. One hand had managed to grab and hold both of Jenna's arms over her head, while the other squeezed a beautiful firm yet soft breast, pinning the bitch down.

Breathing heavily, leaning over top of the petite blonde she felt torn. The way those green eyes gazed up at her wantonly. The submissive way she was splayed out on the floor. The pleasurable purring that emanated with each kneading of her breast, and how she kept squirming beneath Moesha.

Slowly as Moesha sat there on top of her the hand pinning the breast began fondling them with care, her hips grinded her crotch slowly across the blonde's body relishing the brushes to her crotch as she squirmed beneath her, seemingly grinding up at times into her.

Slowly Moesha let go of the girls hands, wanting to feel both of the full breasts beneath her. She still leaned over top of the blonde staring deep into the wanton eyes as the warm water seemed to finish drying from her skin. The moisture saturating her clothes seeming to move and play with her breasts, nipples, and clit.

Moesha would have wondered what was coming over her were it not for her preference to just enjoy the pleasurable corruption that had already soaked into her tingling skin through osmosis.

Arching her back in unexpected climax Moesha stared upwards, Jenna’s hands prowling up her body adding to the sensational pleasure the Somalian woman was revelling in. As the climax finished peaking but failed to subside Moesha gasped before looking down at the blonde now mutually fondling her.

What did she do to me? Moesha wondered. What can she do to me? Her mind paused a moment on the seemingly foreign thought, as it rolled around in her mind she felt herself unwilling to argue or dispute the non-native thought. Suddenly lewd lesbian ideas had permeated her imagination, thoughts she had never conceived, never mind imagined. Never wanted before.

Staring down at the cheerful looking blonde Moesha breathed heavily, gasping slight as her erect nipples were pinched through the tight feeling sports bra. Shuffling her legs out from underneath her Moesha spread herself out along the top of the woman who had splashed the water on her. Her lips began to explore the rosy skin of the woman beneath her, relishing the electrifying sensation of her lips on the woman's shoulder, neck, collar bone…

Moesha didn’t really know what to do with another woman, she was piecing together what she enjoyed, and had had men do to her. This new sexual territory added a new excitement as her lips explored the lightly sunburned looking skin.

As they mounted the DD mountains her tongue circled the turgid nipples delicately, her dark brown eyes locked with Jenna’s in a seductively commanding stare as her mouth opened wide and filled itself with the breast.

She sucked hard on it, lapping at the nipple eagerly in her mouth. Her hands grabbed envious hold of the cleavage, massaging and squeezing them as her own breasts ached against the increasingly restrictive feeling sports bra.

Moesha moaned happily into the tit, encouraged by Jenna trying to arch her back beneath her and gasping in excitement. A long-nailed hand grabbed the back of Moesha’s head, fingers pulling her tighter into the breast while feeling their way along the tightly braided rows of hair across the scalp.

Jenna was in heaven, her only thoughts not related to the woman suckling her breast were curious thoughts of what her friends were doing in the pool. The knowledge they were sisters added an exciting forbidden twist to the taboo thoughts.

Reaching a hand down past the black girl who started groping herself while sucking on a tit, Jenna cooed as she returned a finger to her swollen clit, circling it excitedly as she thought about what she could do with a tail like that girl from the magazine in the sauna. What she could do with this black girl.

Levelling out after another climax Jenna gazed down at the Nubian woman as she finally descended down from the peaks of Jenna’s breasts. Her lips, tongue, and teeth sojourned across her midriff, stopping to explore her navel, before getting up on all fours and beholding the craven woman beneath them.

Moesha licked her lips for a moment, she swore she tasted something sweet and hard to resist start to come from the breasts. All the while she had been suckling her wet clothes continued to massage her more. The hands she had been rubbing across her breast had felt more like they were cupped over someone, or something else groping her.

Looking down at her bosom she confirmed what she had felt. The tight fabric was strained, what had been A cups at the start of her work out were now easily trying to become Cs. With an upward grope of herself the fabric fully receded, releasing the full and firm breasts for display.

Looking down at the white girl masturbating while staring at her, Moesha continued massaging both her breasts with one arm, licking a couple fingers alluringly she ran them over the outside of her damp yoga pants before sliding them beneath. The skin-tight fabric abstractly showing them rubbing down across her clit as she began rolling her hips and looking upwards, intent to jerk herself off atop this nude woman.

“Oh.... Yes... Yes... YES...” The climax was near, Moesha could feel it pushed on by the incoherent sounds of pleasure from the blonde beneath her.

As she felt the squirming and Jenna’s attempt to arch her back in climax beneath her Moesha felt herself climax once more, gasping heavily as it failed to subside, or give her the gratifying release of orgasmic finality.

Looking down at Jenna she contemplated just what her next move should be. Should she dare go down on her? Or have her go down on me? What about the noise from the pool? Moesha wondered, before looking over her shoulder at the sole oblivious other occupant of the room.