| 525 - Michi and the Jets I guess I was somehow part inspiration to the 525 challenge... so here is mine... thank you JetBoy for your editing help as always... She had been swimming, her favorite pastime... swimming in the public indoor pool in the winter... She loved luxuriating her frail, slim body in front of the jets that spouted hot water into the pool, forever circulating and filtering the water... It excited her to feel the jet spurt up against her little-girl boobies... and when you would hang back at just the right angle... Because of the weather, there were few people in the pool... There was a swimmer pulling laps at the far end... he was a lifeguard, and Michelle, Michi to her friends, had seen him many times... And then there was a woman, probably late fifties or so, beautiful black skin, a ready smile and well toned for her age... a streak of gray hair at her temples with her hair pulled back in a bun... she looked like Michelle Obama, just older... Michi hung in front of her jets... there was a hand rail to hang on to, which is exactly what she did... steering the invisible jet underwater this way and that by moving her body... Michi knew about sex from chatting with her friends... from sex-ed lessons in school... she had even seen some "stuff," as she called it, online... she was quite intrigued and treasured her mother's late wednesday afternoon returns from work, as it was then that she would explore otherwise blocked sites on her mom's laptop... It felt so good... Michi's eyes closed and opened... so very, very good... it got better by the minute... it was as if... "Why, hello there"... She saw the lady next to her, hanging from the rail... just like she was... "Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked... her voice was sultry... she smiled as if they shared a little secret... Michi could not help but notice the thick nipples poking the wet fabric of the woman's bathing suit... a low groan came from the woman's throat... eyes closed... then she focused again on Michi... "Oh that feels lovely"... Michi was slowly drowning in the woman's hazel colored eyes... they squinted each time she groaned... ever more frequently... To this day, Michi can't explain why, but she put her small left hand over the woman's right hand that gripped the railing in front of those powerful filtration jets... She marveled at the contrast between her skin and the woman's skin... her hand so much smaller than the woman's... The woman uttered a gutteral groan as Michi's hand touched hers... then she shuddered... shuddered... her eyes closing and re-focusing on Michi... It was over... the woman had orgasmed, this much Michi knew... she herself had never felt it... she had been thinking it might happen today, but the woman had interrupted her... The woman hung on the rail and said "thank you little one, I hope you enjoy this little secret many more times..." She swam away and climbed from the water, nipples very visible... and she disappeared into the locker rooms... |