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Dip by Dierdre
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Another story that started off well enough, but went off the deep
end towards the end. -- deirdre
Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author
does not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you
lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no
circumstances read this story without the express permission
and guidance of someone more mature. -- deirdre
Dip
by deirdre
I guess something made me really look at her, that morning. Cynthia,
my new sister-in-law, my husband Greg's sister. She was staying
with us, visiting, for the first time since Greg and I were married,
and Greg was off at work and Cynthia had just come down for
breakfast. I looked at her, and realized I hadn't really payed much
attention, but that she reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways. They
had the same eyes, and though her hair was lighter, their faces were
similar, and even their build: both were about 5'8" and rather
slender. And they had some of the same personality quirks, and
there was something the similar about the way they spoke.
Well, Cynthia had come down for breakfast, and I surprised myself! I
felt an attraction! I had never felt an attraction like that for a
woman! And I certainly wasn't unsatisfied with sex with Greg--to
the contrary, it was great and seemed to be getting better all the
time--we were doing it more than ever, sometimes getting together
twice in one day! We both loved it, and sometimes, I'd even ask him
for it!
Well, I sat there at breakfast and surreptitiously peeked at Cynthia,
wondering how she could be having this effect on me! She was
dressed in shorts and a sleeveless white top, her long limbs
showing. The way she smiled at me did things to me I couldn't
believe! I wished that Greg was home, though I couldn't imagine
slipping off with him while Cynthia was around. I sat there, trying
to keep my conversation going, but feeling very distracted.
After breakfast, we really had nothing to do, so we went out to the
mall. We were in a clothing store and I tried on a couple of skirts,
but having Cynthia around was still affecting me. I encouraged her
to try on an outfit, and soon I found myself looking forward to
getting her to try on more of them. Cynthia came out of the dressing
room dressed in this sexy little black dress and she asked me and
the saleslady what we thought. I looked at her, and my heart skipped
a beat! I managed to stay calm though and tell her I thought the
dress suited her. The saleslady agreed. Cynthia was looking around
for another dress to try on, and I found myself asking the saleslady
if she knew of any dresses that would look good on Cynthia. She
showed me one and Cynthia agreed to try it on, and the saleslady and
I looked for more. Then the saleslady said, "You're hooked on her,
aren't you?"
Cynthia was changing at the time. It took a second for it to sink in,
then I felt a momentary wave of panic. I was *that* transparent? I
forced myself to speak as nonchalantly as the saleslady had: "Excuse
me?"
"Oh, you can't deny it--you have the hots for her. You like to see her
dress up."
"She's my *sister-in-law* and we just came in to do some shopping!"
I wasn't nonchalant anymore, but I managed to keep my voice in a
low hiss.
"And you like to see her body. Here, we could try to convince her to
try on this," and she showed me this slinky little dress that I
couldn't believe! I don't know when she could wear such a thing
other than for her future husband. "I'll bet she'll try it on," continued
the saleslady, "encourage her," and she pushed it in my hands. I
looked down at it and just about went into a trance.
Cynthia had come out and was modelling another dress. Once again,
it almost killed me to look at her, and I felt a lump rising in my
throat about the thought of seeing her in the dress in my hand.
Finally, I proceeded to talk her into trying it on. I surprised myself
how smooth *and* relentless I could be! I told her it was just for a
lark. I told her she should at least have the chance to see what she
would look like in such a dress. She went for it, and took it into the
changing room.
The saleslady said "You'd like to see her nude, wouldn't you?" I didn't
see how she could be so forward.
"Listen,..." I started, ready to tell her what's what.
"Oh, stop denying it--listen to me: I'll tell you how you can get your
chance to see her nude." The part of me that wanted to do it kept me
tongue-tied and I just stood there dumbly.
"Good," she went on, "I know this pond you can take her to go
swimming. It's a little out of the city and no one goes there, so you
can just drive her there and tell her it's so hot you two should just
take a dip."
"Go swimming naked?!" I said. Then Cynthia came out of the
dressing room. I was transfixed. After a few seconds of just
staring, I glanced at the saleslady. She was staring too, but in a
second she seemed to come to her senses. Anyone, man or woman
would have stared at Cynthia in that dress. She had come out
preening, but looked a little alarmed at our reaction. In a second, we
were both telling her how great it looked, if a bit daring. Cynthia
seemed a bit embarrassed by the idea of other people in the store
possibly coming over and seeing her so she went to take it off.
As soon as she left, the saleslady proceeded to tell me how to get to
this pond she was talking about. She said just make sure we have a
beer for lunch, and then just drive out, telling Cynthia that on the
spur of the moment I'd remembered a perfect way to beat the heat.
Cynthia came out and we left, but as we left I felt I was in the
possession of dangerous knowledge... I didn't know if I'd be
responsible for my own actions!
I found myself taking us to one of those restaurant-bar chains for
lunch and sure enough, we each had a beer. I stared at Cynthia while
she wasn't looking and sometimes I thought I'd never do anything like
that saleslady suggested and other times I was afraid I'd already
decided to do it. We sat there and talked a bit, and then, sure
enough, when we left, I found myself following the saleslady's
directions. And I even used her line.
We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little track
into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in a very
obscure spot! No one was around, and it looked like people seldom
came there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia laughed
and thought I was crazy. I told her it was no big deal, just a way to
cool off, and that no one knew about this spot. In a minute I could
see she was wavering and finally she went along with it!
We stood there, and I realized she wasn't just going to take off her
clothes while we watched each other. I turned aside and pulled off
my top. I didn't look her way, but started talking as if this were
something I do all the time. I glanced back at her and she was just
staring at me, open-mouthed. Lust? No, just shock--she wasn't
quite ready for this yet.
"Oh, don't worry about it, this is nothing!" I said, trying to encourage
her and defuse her embarrassment. Finally, she nervously started
taking off her top. I looked away, and continued, taking off my
shorts and kicking off my shoes. A discrete peek revealed she was
nervously glancing at me while continuing to undress. Soon I was
completely nude, and I walked up and tested the water with my hand.
"Come on," I said as I turned around. She was just taking off her
panties and her breasts were bare! When she stood up, completely
nude, I stared in awe, but was quick enough to catch myself before I
made a scene. I walked in a few steps, and then dived down under
water to get myself used to it quickly, and came up and looked back.
She was so sexy! She was at the edge of the pool now, and
cautiously making her way in. I kept looking at her, but I kept a
playful smile on my face as if I were just waiting for her to join the
fun. Soon she was in and we were both swimming.
I couldn't believe it. This was too much! Here I am lusting after a
woman, and swimming with her, nude! And she has *no* idea! It
occurred to me that I might get us into playing tag or some other
touching game! I could pull her under in fun? Tickle her? I couldn't
believe the thoughts that were coming into my head--where would
this all end?
Then I realized that another car had pulled up! Caught! Cynthia and I
immediately made sure the water was covering us and glued our eyes
on the car! I felt such panic. Out of the car came a woman, in a
black, one-piece swim-suit. It was the saleslady! She had a towel
on her shoulder which she threw on the ground, and proceeded to
walk into the pond!
"Hi, thought I'd join you." Cynthia and I just stared and didn't know
what to do. In seconds, she was gliding around the pond, and in a
minute, she swam up to us and stopped, planting her feet on the
bottom. "Perfect day for a dip," she said as if nothing strange were
going on, "going suitless?" she asked with a sly smile.
"We just stopped for a little dip," I said, suddenly wondering how we
were going to manage to leave. Would she leave soon? Should we
leave while she was still around?
"Oh, don't be shy!" she said, "it's nothing really," and she swam out to
where we were. Immediately, she was splashing Cynthia, laughing,
and Cynthia responded by taking off after her. Soon she had the
three of us playing tag, and let me tell you, it was weird touching
bodies like that, knowing both Cynthia and I were nude.
Then once when I looked back at them, they were together. The
woman was behind Cynthia, so close that her face was right over
Cynthia's shoulder. I stared for a second, and then moved closer.
The woman obviously had her arms around Cynthia under water, and
Cynthia had this vacant stare--even though I was in front of her, she
was looking right through me. Her mouth was hanging open and I
could see the rise and fall of her breathing.
"Come on, come here and kiss her!" said the woman. I was staring at
them, openmouthed, wondering what was going on. "Oh, come on,
hurry!" said the woman. I still didn't approach any closer, and soon I
realized they were moving toward me.
Soon they were close to me, and had turned so that Cynthia was face
away from me and the woman was close to me. "I set things up for
you, and you freeze," she said. She kept moving closer until she was
right in front of me. Then she added: "Here! Here's a kiss," and she
grabbed my head with one hand and put her lips right on mine, hard!
I was in shock. Her tongue was working its way into my mouth, and
somehow, I just stood there, not able to move. I felt her hands on
my body, and soon I felt skin against my back. My back was against
Cynthia's! The woman wasn't kissing me now, but she was caressing
my breasts under water, and her hand was wondering up and down my
body, sometimes down to my crotch. I was breathing hard--out of
control. I heard hard breathing behind me. Cynthia. She was
writhing and moaning. The fingers were down to my sex, in my sex.
I almost passed out.
We, Cynthia and I, were on our hands and knees, next to each other,
almost touching, in about five inches of water near the edge of the
pool. Our shoulders *were* touching. And our hips. And thighs. The
woman was behind us, kneeling. I felt her finger my cunt. Cynthia
was moaning and swinging her head back and forth. The finger found
my rear hole. I couldn't stand it.
We were kneeling on the carpet in the woman's apartment, still nude.
She hadn't allowed us to get dressed when we came--even when we
came in from her car. My car was still at the pond. It was supper
time and Greg would be wondering where we were. The woman was
sitting on a chair in front of us, wearing a top, but nothing below her
waist. Cynthia and I were pushing our heads toward her crotch
between her wide-spread legs, both licking at the same time.
Against my left cheek was Cynthia's right, and against my other
cheek was the woman's thigh. My tongue touched Cynthia's as we
licked and licked. The woman's hand was behind my head, pulling it
to her cunt.
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