Simone Suchler - An adolescent affair

Rita very quickly stepped into the pool, not taking the time to let her body adjust to it. She came over beside Jo Ann and sat down.

"Which leg is it?" she asked Jo Ann.

"Huh?" Jo Ann wanted to know.

"Which leg has the cramp?"

“Uh, this one," the girl replied, patting the thigh next to the older woman.

"You have to work to soften the muscle and to get the heat to work inside you," Rita said, "I'll help you."

With this, the older woman put her gentle hands on Jo Ann's thighs and tugged them firmly apart. The water jet began hitting her sensitive vaginal, lips again. Rita continually worked the two legs back and forth, opening and closing them a multitude of times. Jo Ann, was becoming all too aware of the effect Rita was having on her body as the woman's hands and the surging water built arousal that much higher in her. There was a slow, building sexual excitement that was reflected by the erect nipples of Jo Ann's small breasts.

Passion filled the younger girl's senses, and she began wondering if Rita was doing this on purpose for some reason or other. Was Rita deliberately trying to arouse her? If so; what for?

"Now," Rita said to her. "I want you standing, "When you do so, bend forward a little and pull the muscle taut while bending your knees. Okay?"

The girl did as the older woman had instructed, and in doing so felt a jolt of forbidden pleasure hit her as she abruptly felt the jet stream from behind her raging against the pucker of her rectum, while the stream in front hit her vagina and sent broiling thrills through her, while yet a third stream seemed to cause water to swirl around the tips of her breasts as they dipped into the water.

The stream between her thighs was a gentle, watery penis, tickling her vagina with mounting delight. It was as if the hot breath of some man was unfolding and trying to penetrate her while fucking her with a liquid penis.

Now Rita was doing her best to wrap both slim-fingered hands around the injured thigh without attempting to make the fingers meet, though the girl's thigh was slim enough so that the woman would have been able to do so, Instead she concentrated on kneading the muscles and the flesh with a strength her womanly figure would have normally denied.

"Now stand completely upright," Rita ordered.

Jo Ann did so, her breasts slowly rising like twin golden moons from a silvery sea. When she heard the command, "Spread your thighs a bit," she complied, feeling once again the erotic tugging of the heated, swirling water against her vagina.

Rita had brown eyes, and at the moment they were smoky. Her thin nostrils were gently dilating with each breath, betraying something of what she was feeling as her eyes locked on the young girl's breasts. Jo Ann waited, instinctively aware that an unparalleled event in her life was about to transpire. She considered fighting it, and she also considered accepting it, for by now the young girl realized Rita wasn't merely massaging her. She felt aroused, thrilled, as if she was with a man, and though there was nothing masculine about Rita, there was no question but that the woman was arousing. She was excited and thrilled, and she told herself it was the water that had done it to her. Yes, the water. It was carrying her like some fallen leaf toward an unknown ocean.

The hard, feminine body or Rita Elgiese moved around in the water until she was standing directly in front of the younger girl. The two were so close their small breasts were almost touching. Then, without warning, Rita bent forward, and with her lips forming a very small oval, placed her mouth on Jo Ann's erect nipple.

Jo Ann closed her eyes and shuddered as she realized she felt neither fear nor revulsion, but an overpowering sense of pleasure she had never known with any other mouth. She was aware of what Rita wanted, and she was too far gone with desire to argue with her.

"Come!" Rita said softly, a smile playing over her lips which disclosed Rita's realization that she had won the girl to her way of thinking. "Let's go into the sauna."

Jo Ann watched as Rita's dripping figure climbed out of the whirlpool bath, a glistening body that seemed to gleam with desire. When the older woman reached the top, she turned, looked down at Jo Ann, and then beckoned with a curt nod of her head, saying, "Come on, Jo Ann, it isn't healthy to stay out here."

Jo Ann gulped, her throat dry and almost painful at this point. She already knew what was going to happen, well, maybe not precisely what was going to take place, but she knew it would be something sexual, and because it was with another woman, it would be different and daring. Jo Ann wondered if she was so totally shameless that she lacked the desire to fight off Rita's lesbianic advances. Had her morality so totally deserted her at this point that she would willingly become embroiled with a female? What had occurred with the men was, to her a natural and understandable thing. Anything she did with a male was understandable. But was it right to do the same thing with another female? Not that she thought in terms of sin and transgression. Jo Ann had learned to hate such terms because her parents had used them all her life.

But even with these thoughts flooding her mind, the girl found herself docilely led across the floor to the door leading into the sauna. She was slightly shorter than Rita, which meant Rita was a tiny woman, because Jo Ann expected she would be at least three inches taller when full grown, perhaps more.

Rita took her hand as if the young blonde was some frightened child lost in the woods.

"Come!" she said softly, leading her into the sauna.

The woman opened the door, and the dry heat that came blasting out of the small room made it feel as if someone had opened the very gates of hell, itself.

The girl docilely permitted the older woman to wrap a towel around her hair to keep it from turning limp by the humidity, and when the older woman stepped in front of her to pin the towel closed, she pressed her own taut, older breasts against the sensitive mammaries of the younger girl. Jo Ann reacted, not by drawing back as if she had been stung by a mosquito, but with a single side movement that caused her nipples to swipe against the breasts of the other woman. Nipple hit nipple and both women jumped.

"You are such a beautiful young thing," the older woman said, and then tugged Jo Ann into the narrow sauna, closing the door behind them.

Jo Ann realized the heat within was not nearly as oppressive as she had initially believed. She sat where the other woman indicated, on a smooth wooden bench that lined the side of the small room. The wood was hot, very hot against her rounded buttocks. But that was fine. The pain, oddly enough, brought her a sense of overpowering pleasure.

"Lie down, Jo Ann," Rita instructed, and placed a folded towel on the bench to be used as a pillow.

The girl knew if she followed the older woman's instructions, she would never be able to turn back. She would learn to experience sex with women as well as men, and in all probability would continue experimenting with both sexes. There was no longer any pretense between the two females as to a pulled muscle. This was the beginning of a sexual act, and both knew it.

But Jo Ann lay back as instructed, amazed at how easily she was accepting this part of her sexual education. She decided then and there that sex was fun, whether with a male or a female. A part of her mind observed everything that went on. She decided there might come a time in the future when she would be the aggressor.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," it's been eleven years since my last affair with a female, and I held off all this time because I saw you. You're still so fresh, like a blooming flower, and you deserve to learn all I can teach you."