A Month of Sundays
By Danni Anderson
Copyright © 2012 Danni Anderson
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Sundays
Epilogue
April 2nd: The spa
You love swimming at the spa late on a Sunday afternoon. The handful of regulars leave you plenty of space, so you can take it as fast or as slow as you like. After a few lengths you can drift away into a quiet nothingness.
But today is a little different. You first notice the man as you breast stroke smoothly down your lane. He is sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. A mop of wavy brown hair partly covers his smiling face. He is slim and quite fit. Maybe a few years younger than you.
As you make a turn he stands up and walks down the side of the pool. He keeps pace with you, smiling and watching. You try to ignore him, but as you swim you become sharply aware of how your costume holds your breasts and ass. How the water feels between your legs.
When you turn again the man walks away towards one of the poolside showers. You swim another length, but struggle to focus. Your mind fills with images of fucking.
The man takes you from behind, your naked breasts pressed against the glass wall that separates the pool from the gym. In the steam room you sit across his lap, hot and sweaty.
You climb the steps out of the water. You worry that everyone will see your hard nipples pressing against your costume. But the few other swimmers keep moving steadily up and down their lanes. The attendants are busy collecting and folding towels.
Each shower has a tiled spiral wall, like a snail shell, so members have enough privacy to remove their costumes. With a quick look over your shoulder you gather your courage and walk in. The man has turned on the water and leans back against the tiles. He pulls you toward him and kisses you urgently on the lips, cupping your ass with both hands.
The hot water warms your body as you ease back a little and push his trunks down his thighs. His cock is already quite stiff as you wrap your hand round the shaft. You look into his eyes and begin to stroke up and down.
His eyes close and he shivers slightly. “Oh yes, that’s good.”
You smile at his obvious excitement, changing your speed and pressure until you have him panting and biting his lip.
His cock feels good in your hand. It is smooth, stiff and with a good length and weight. Your tongue moves against your lips and you feel the need to take him into your mouth. You move down his body, grab his trunks for support and slide your lips around the tip of his cock. You push down until he is pressed against the back of your tongue, and then bob slowly back up. You pause for a second then begin a fluid motion up and down his cock, keeping up a gentle pressure with your lips.
“Oh God … fuck.”
His legs shake and you feel a surge of elation. You want him to call the other swimmers over to see just how good you are at sucking cock.
With a little wriggling you manage to get a free hand into your costume and two fingers onto your clit. The little bud is raised and you let out a moan when you press it. Normally it takes a while to get your motor running like this, but today you feel as if a few strokes will tip you over the edge.
You are just getting lost in the rhythm of your mouth and fingers when you hear the attendants talking. They are close by on the other side of the shower wall. You freeze as one of them calls out that the pool is closing.
The man strokes your hair gently and whispers in reassurance. “We’ve got time.”
Your fear turns rapidly into excitement. You pause for breath, take a tighter grip on his trunks and slide your lips back down his cock. Your clit has never felt so big and hard, and you stroke it firm and fast. You know that you are moaning but no longer care whether the attendants can hear. A slide show of obscene images flicks through your mind.
The attendants come into the shower and slide their hands into your costume. They take you out and spread you over a poolside bench, taking turns to fuck you while one of the female swimmers presses her cunt to your lips.
The man’s thighs and ass tighten. He groans as his cock pulses and starts to shoot spunk onto your tongue. His hips jerk violently and you let out a squeal of anguish as your hand loses touch with your pulsing clit.
The man’s cock softens and slips out of your mouth. You drop to your knees, put one hand on the wall and slide your fingers back onto your clit. You are barely aware of the man rinsing his cock, pulling up his trunks and walking away.
Outside the shower, the man jokes with the two young attendants. The girl leaves to begin closing the pool.
Once everyone else has gone she catches you bringing your self off in the shower. She should confiscate your membership, but you beg her to turn a blind eye. You'll do anything she wants. So she bends you over the reception desk and fucks you hard and fast with a huge strap-on dildo.
The man now speaks a little louder. “Did you see that woman in the dark blue swimsuit. I sure wouldn’t mind getting my hands on her.”
You image the gesture the man is making. You lift yourself up a little and squeeze your breasts through your costume.
The young attendant replies. “Oh yeah, she’s a regular. I love watching her beautiful round ass go by. Last week I even had a dream about her.”
You come. Hard. Shaking. Biting your lip to keep quiet. As your orgasm rolls on, more images slide past.
The attendant lies asleep on his bed, dreaming. You sneak into his room, pull down his shorts and bury his stiff young cock deep into your cunt.
As the man and the attendant walk away you sink down onto the cooling tiles.
April 9th: The bridal shop
You arrive a little late for your appointment at the bridal shop, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The place is in chaos. Beside a long rack of sample dresses, a family is in the middle of a furious argument. The protagonists seem to be a bride to-be, her father, his wife and what could be an ex-wife. Two assistants and several brothers, sisters and cousins are trying to calm the storm.
An assistant eventually breaks free from the confusion and comes over to apologize. You explain that you have an appointment to choose a cravat, and have brought a sample of the dress material it needs to match. The assistant sighs. They are short-handed today and the Dawson family are … well. She suggests that you return later. How long? She looks toward the Dawsons. At least an hour!
As the assistant returns to the fray, you see a woman come out of a changing room. The dress is not really to your taste, but she fits is very well. You like her long dark hair, nice sized breasts and the curve of her hips. She comes straight over to you.
“I'm sorry to be so forward, but would you help me out of this dress? The assistant got me into it, but now I can't get out.”
You both look at the Dawsons. You smile and agree, holding up your hands to ask for instructions.
“Thank you so much. The changing room is over here.”
You follow the women into a room with mirrors on three sides, a ballet-style bar along one wall, several clothes rails and two sofas. The women leans back against the bar.
“Look. I’ve been here for two hours trying on beautiful lingerie that matches this dress. Can you imagine how horny I’m feeling? I’m sure it got to that young assistant too. She cupped my tits twice when we were trying on strapless bras. And her hands were all over my ass when she was showing me how to do up the garter belt.”
The woman straightens up and reaches for your hand. She pulls you toward her and looks up into your eyes. “If you don’t fuck me really hard, right now, I think I’ll go mad.”