Rachel looked at herself in the mirror before she left for breakfast. "Oh
jeez, my hair looks weird," she thought, but so did everyone else's ...
everyone was soaking and swimming all the time. Can't worry about things
like that, I'm going to....What am I doing? Seducing a mother and a
daughter? Confessing a taboo obsession? Offering her body to a lesbian
couple to play with? She didn't know what to think. But her breasts looked
fantastic in the silk robe and for once she didn't care if someone could see
her nipples.
Her heart sank when she didn't seen the women in the dining room. What if
they had checked out already? She poured herself a cup of coffee and forced
herself to slow down. She was letting her fantasies get away with her. Maybe
they aren't lovers anyway. (You know they are.). She walked out to the
veranda and listened to a few heterosexual couples chatting softly. Where
are they? Perhaps they are soaking already? That would even be better!
Rachel crossed over the lawn to the community pool area, where clothing was
optional. She pushed through the gate, and noticed that her heart was
pounding a little. She was reminded of the feeling she had when she was just
a young teenager, perhaps 14 or so, when she knew she was going to be able
to see that boy she liked. How far away that seemed to her now. She had had
a whole night of fantasizing about a mother and a daughter having sex, and
the thought of attraction to a man seemed so conventional and flat.
She heard them laughing first, then saw the back of the younger woman's
head--her beautiful dark hair. And the older woman, with the same hair, with
just a little grey, who caught Rachel's eye.
They faced each other in the community tub, stretching their legs out, feet
touching, smiling and laughing together. Rachel felt her skin literally
heated up as walked up to their tub.
"Playing footsie?"
"Yeah, just being silly."
"Hi, I'm Rachel. I think we met yesterday?"
"Yes, I'm Joan, and this is my daughter, Susan."
Rachel's body flushed again. They really were mother and daughter, and she
really did hear them having sex last night. Oh. My. God. O-my-God.
Rachel hung up her robe and stepped into the tub to sit between them. Joan
was just as lovely as she remembered, soft dark eyes, full, round breasts
that rested on her tummy, slender arms. Her daughter Susan was pretty woman
in her early twenties. Her eyes looked exactly like her mother's, but her
nose and mouth must be her dad's. Rachel wanted to look at her breasts too,
but they were submerged and floating just under the surface of the warm
water.
The three women chatted pleasantly in the tub, about the natural beauty and
calm environment of the spa grounds, and how luscious the water felt.
Getting to know each other, as people do, they discussed current events and
their favorite television shows. They learned that Rachel and Joan were both
lapsed Catholics. Eventually, the conversation turned personal, and Rachel
said that she was recently divorced. "I may just be through with men
entirely after this," she said not sounding at all sorry about it.
"Susan definitely has the right idea," Joan said, "she's gay." Susan smiled
back at her mom in a way that seemed to carry a secret message.
"You just might," Rachel said, noting the look. "But I've never been with a
woman," and--trying not to sound desperate or transparent, "But maybe I will
meet a woman who will take me under her wing." Again, hoping she sounded
open but not smarmy: "I just love breasts."
Joan and Susan laughed together, the same musical and suggestive laugh.
"Oh, so do I," said Susan. "And I think my mother does too. I say she's a
boobie-sexual."
