Nymphs

Vanessa sighed as she approached as she approached the airport showers. What should have been a quick round-trip had turned into one of the longest and most stressful flights of her career. She didn?t know exactly what it was, as a flight attendant she?d had plenty of bad trips before, but something about this one had just worn her out.

It probably hadn?t helped that she?d been so done-up when she arrived. She?d had a date the evening before, a very promising guy she?d met at a Starbucks who had turned out to be the most mind-numbing conversationalist in recent memory, and his long-winded monologues about the recent trends in automotive marketing campaigns had almost made her miss her flight. So when Vanessa, an already sultry woman with knock-out feminine curves and a face to die for, had arrived for work in make-up and newly bleached hair, the business-pervs had descended like hyenas.

But all that could be left behind her, Vanessa thought to herself as she continued down the long corridor, already lightly tugging at the light blue jacket of her uniform in anticipation. She could relax now, and focus on the imminent sensation of warm water on her skin. She would be all alone, and she could finally relax.

So then why did she feel this tingling anticipation?

Vanessa pushed it from her mind. She must just be looking forward to the shower. And yet? something fluttered in her chest as she glanced ahead to the end of the hallway. It was as if she knew what she would find around that corner, and yet she couldn?t access the memory. Had she been to this airport before? She didn?t think so, but then who could remember all the late-night arrivals??

She almost shivered as she approached, and her muscles seemed to warm with? what? Adrenaline? Like the excited tension of a first caress.

Ahh, to be caressed?

Where had that thought come from? Her reaction was enough to make her hesitate in her advance, and yet she found that she couldn?t stop moving toward the door. Or rather, she could, but she adamantly didn?t want to. Something in her was being drawn toward the showers, pulled by a **** of excitement and anticipation that she couldn?t explain. Her thoughts were increasingly focused on her skin, the delicate sensations coming from her smooth, silky skin...

There was already steam coming from the doorway, she could feel it. Thick, hot steam, slowly billowing out into the corridor. It mixed with the cool air in a way that was almost overwhelmingly delicate. She could hear the showers running, although the person who sent her this way had said she would be the only one using them. Strange. And yet Vanessa?s breathing grew shallow as she thought of what she might find as she turned the corner.

Peeking through the door, Vanessa?s heart skipped a beat. Five women stood in a line, each completely naked, each stunningly beautiful. Narrow waists framed between wide hips and firm, heavy breasts, they were bathing beneath the showerheads, sensually running their hands over their curves, accentuating their feminine silhouettes. They moved with incredible grace, no wasted movement, no inch of skin uncaressed. In fact, they almost seemed to be dancing, writhing through a choreographed pattern in which each girl had her part.

The sight was unlike any that Vanessa had ever seen. Oh, she?d had her fair share of make-out sessions and experimentation in high school and college, but she?d never felt anything like the intense desire she felt for these five beauties. The attraction was more than mental, it was almost physical, and she gripped the threshold of the door as though she might be pulled in against her will.

And yet, they were almost unreal. They seemed to wisp and flicker in her mind like a mirage. Like looking at an old friend and seeing them half as they are and half in memory, Vanessa could almost see through them, like they existed not as bodies but as manifestations of? what? Vanessa searched her mind for the sensation what was emanating from each of them like a wave?

Lust.

As she watched the five girls undulate beneath the water, awestruck by their grace and the feelings they were evoking within her, the visions seemed to turn toward her. Totally unsurprised to find her watching them, they began to beckon toward her, urging her to join them. The look each one held in her eyes was one of hunger, and they unabashedly let their gazes roam over Vanessa?s body, taking her in. Vanessa?s pussy tingled at how much these women desired her, and her heart pounded in her chest to approach them.

Vanessa didn?t know what to do. On the one hand, part of her wanted to flee, to escape whatever was happening in this room. But another part of her demanded that she stay, that she enter the room, that she feel and smell and taste and touch everything that these stunning spirits wanted to show her?

Vanessa froze, uncertain of what to do.