Some autograph hunters

Glancing over her bare shoulder, Katie saw a pair of fans hurrying towards them, clad head to toe in Union flags.

"It is you!" the older of the two women said. "What are you doing?"

"Err...I don't think you guys should be here." Heather smiled weakly, pulling the flag closer as a shiver worked its way through her wet body.

"It's okay, we snuck in around the back," the other fan whispered conspiratorially. "We watched your match, and wanted to grab an autograph."

"Thanks, guys, but now really isn't the time-"

"Please can you help us? Someone stole our clothes!" Katie blurted out.

Heather wanted to slap her doubles partner. Why had she just told two complete strangers the humiliating truth? At least think of a less embarrassing reason as to why they were soaking wet in a corridor!

"So I guess you two aren't nudists then?" the fan smirked, handing over some money to her friend. "We had a bet that you secretly got a kick out of that promo shoot."

Heather wanted the floor to open up beneath them. She'd done everything possible to purge that mortifying day of endless interviews and photo shoots to promote the Olympics, all whilst being totally naked, from her mind.

"Look, if we give you an autograph, will you help us?"

Trying not to drip onto the paper, Katie and Heather scrawled their signatures, but the autograph hunters insisted on taking selfies.

With their long hair plastered to their heads, and water clinging to their bare skin, it was impossible for the tennis players to not look like they'd just stepped out of a shower, so Katie was relieved when only their head and shoulders would be photographed.

"Please can you-?" the blonde girl started to ask, but without warning, the flag was ripped away from them.

Screaming, the two naked girls covered up as best as they could with their arms, as the two fans laughed and brandished the flag teasingly.

"Give it back!" Katie demanded.

"We'll help you find some clothes if you kiss each other," the fans said, filming them.

"Fuck off, we're not-"

But Heather's was cut off by Katie slamming her against the wall, and burying her tongue down her throat.

Wide-eyed, Heather recoiled, unsuccessful in breaking free of her friend's clutches. it wasn't the unsolicited snog that was the problem (although she could have done without it), it was that it was being performed by a GIRL. Heather had never had homosexual feelings for anyone, least of all her friend, and could sense by Katie's body language that the feeling was reciprocated. The blonde girl hadn't **** herself onto Heather in a show of unfulfilled sexual desire; she had only done so in desire to be clothed again.

"It looks like Heather is enjoying it!" one of the fans laughed. "Katie, make her cum!"

"Hold up!" Heather cried when the blonde girl paused for breath. Being kissed was one thing, but being masturbated against her will; that was going too far!

But Katie was already circling Heather's lower lips with her fingers. The latter willed her body to resist, but with Katie also massaging her breasts and nibbling her ear, she was unable to push back against her arousal.

The only feminine digits that had previously breached her had been her own, so she moaned as she experienced something for the first time ever at the age of 32.

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Katie felt sympathy for her friend as she gradually drove her towards a climax.

Having never previously made love to another woman, Katie decided to use the methods that her boyfriend used on her. Heather's **** to become aroused indicated to Katie that she similarly wasn't enjoying this experience.

But if one of them had to be molested, it wasn't going to be her! And when they were ordered to ejaculate, Katie had no hesitation in burying her fingers inside Heather. There was no way in HELL that she was allowing anyone other than her boyfriend to see her cum face!

The blonde girl grimaced as she felt Heather's warm breath on her skin. It was a strange sensation to be masturbating another woman, but thankfully, it seemed like Heather was approaching completion.

Her breathing hitched, she arched her back-

"What's going on here?"