The swim team

“Right. I need time to recover though. Wynnona, where are the sexiest girls in school likely to be right now?”

“Er sir, I could bring you to watch the swim team.”

“Alright,” you say. “Before we leave, put your uniform back on.”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” you say. “I can see why you’re the Head Prefect.”

A smile lights up Wynnona’s face.

You follow the pretty nineteen year old down the corridor towards the pool. Late in the afternoon, the school feels considerably emptier. The hallways are almost empty, and you only hear a few scattered moans, mostly in classrooms or washrooms.

The swim team is practicing in the pool. You sit by the edge, dangling your feet in the water, and petting the ground, Wynnona joins you. The lapping waves wet the bottom of her pinafore, and you scoop up a handful of water and fling it at her chest. It drips down, wetting her shirt. The pinafore is dark, which is a pity, but still clings to her curves in an erotic fashion.

Wynonna gets up by herself and settles on your lap. She fidgets to find a comfortable spot, her wet ass brushing against your cock.

“I’ll be hard again in a bit,” you say. You wrap your arms around her waist, for the most part content to hold the sexy teenager and feel her pressing against you. Of course, your hands occasionally roam: up her chest to fondle her tits, down to caress her stomach and tease her pussy. Watching over Wynnona’s shoulder, you see the swim team hard at work on the opposite side of the pool.

Her recommendation is a good one indeed. Dressed in bikinis, the schoolgirls are performing a set of exercises on the shore. Lying down, their spread their legs into the air, exposing their slits, which are covered by the smallest bikinis. They kick their legs inwards repeatedly, a motion exposing their sweet thighs, something that’s not lost on your cock.

Even so, this isn’t to your taste, right now.

“Say, Wynnona, is the Volleyball team having practice now?”

She shrugs. “We could check.”