| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval | ISBN: | 1230000011588 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval | Publication: | July 20, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| ISBN: | 1230000011588 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| Publication: | July 20, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
What happens when you gather hundreds of young, fit athletes in one place for an extended period of time? Brianna, there for the water polo tournament, finds out for herself as she runs into sexy French swimmer Jeremy in the aquatics center. Clothes swiftly come off, but the action gets even hotter when two of his swimming teammates show up. Explicit content (m/f, group sex, oral, anal). 4823 words.
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Excerpt:
The door to the aquatics center was open, which was no surprise to Brianna as she figured some athletes would be training even at this relatively late hour. She walked in, making her way through the empty reception area and past the dressing rooms, into the main hall. The familiar smell of chlorine greeted her as she entered, the pool stretching out in front of her. The seating platforms towered at its sides, dwarfing those of the water polo arena. Brianna curled her lip up, annoyed; she would have loved to compete in this arena.
To her surprise, there was only one person in the pool, doing front crawl laps. Brianna stepped closer and continued surveying the hall. She sat down at the edge of the pool, near one of the ladders, and took her sandals off, dipping her bare feet in the water. By now, the swimmer, a man, had finished his most recent lap and stopped. He took off his goggles and swim cap, revealing the mass of shaggy, golden hair underneath, and shook his head, sending drops of water flying around him. Noticing Brianna watching, he smiled at her.
"Bonsoir," he waved.
"Hi!" Brianna answered.
"You are going to swim?" he asked. He had a heavy French accent.
"Oh, no, I just wanted to check out the pool."
"Ah." Still smiling, he swam lazily in her direction, stopping next to her submerged feet.
"I'm Jeremy," he introduced himself.
"Brianna."
"Brianna, hello. You are a swimmer?"
"Yes," Brianna laughed. "Water polo," she quickly added.
"Ah..." Jeremy nodded in understanding. "Do you want to join me?" He splashed some water onto her bare ankles, his big grin seemingly etched onto his face permanently.
"Oh, no, it's all right..."
"Non? But it's nice. We are alone." He gestured at the empty hall.
"I don't have my swimsuit!" Brianna laughed, enjoying his blatant flirtation. The sexy accent wasn't half bad, either.
"You do not need a swimsuit," Jeremy smiled, "you just take the clothes off et voilà." He looked at her as if it was the most obvious solution in the world. Brianna giggled.
"You're very forward!"
"Forward?" Jeremy raised his eyebrows in confusion, clearly not understanding.
"Never mind."
Jeremy shrugged. "So?" he motioned for her to jump in.
"But you have your swimsuit on." Brianna pointed at it, and Jeremy grinned again.
"Ah oui, bon. I take it off too." He quickly climbed out of the pool, the water sliding down his smooth, tight swimsuit onto the floor. Without hesitation, he began take it off. Brianna watched, amused but slightly nervous as well, as he pulled it down, revealing his large, muscular chest, typical of professional swimmers. Then, with some difficulty, he pulled it off his legs, one at a time, until he stood before her, naked and smiling. Brianna blushed a little at the sight of his nudity.
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What happens when you gather hundreds of young, fit athletes in one place for an extended period of time? Brianna, there for the water polo tournament, finds out for herself as she runs into sexy French swimmer Jeremy in the aquatics center. Clothes swiftly come off, but the action gets even hotter when two of his swimming teammates show up. Explicit content (m/f, group sex, oral, anal). 4823 words.
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Excerpt:
The door to the aquatics center was open, which was no surprise to Brianna as she figured some athletes would be training even at this relatively late hour. She walked in, making her way through the empty reception area and past the dressing rooms, into the main hall. The familiar smell of chlorine greeted her as she entered, the pool stretching out in front of her. The seating platforms towered at its sides, dwarfing those of the water polo arena. Brianna curled her lip up, annoyed; she would have loved to compete in this arena.
To her surprise, there was only one person in the pool, doing front crawl laps. Brianna stepped closer and continued surveying the hall. She sat down at the edge of the pool, near one of the ladders, and took her sandals off, dipping her bare feet in the water. By now, the swimmer, a man, had finished his most recent lap and stopped. He took off his goggles and swim cap, revealing the mass of shaggy, golden hair underneath, and shook his head, sending drops of water flying around him. Noticing Brianna watching, he smiled at her.
"Bonsoir," he waved.
"Hi!" Brianna answered.
"You are going to swim?" he asked. He had a heavy French accent.
"Oh, no, I just wanted to check out the pool."
"Ah." Still smiling, he swam lazily in her direction, stopping next to her submerged feet.
"I'm Jeremy," he introduced himself.
"Brianna."
"Brianna, hello. You are a swimmer?"
"Yes," Brianna laughed. "Water polo," she quickly added.
"Ah..." Jeremy nodded in understanding. "Do you want to join me?" He splashed some water onto her bare ankles, his big grin seemingly etched onto his face permanently.
"Oh, no, it's all right..."
"Non? But it's nice. We are alone." He gestured at the empty hall.
"I don't have my swimsuit!" Brianna laughed, enjoying his blatant flirtation. The sexy accent wasn't half bad, either.
"You do not need a swimsuit," Jeremy smiled, "you just take the clothes off et voilà." He looked at her as if it was the most obvious solution in the world. Brianna giggled.
"You're very forward!"
"Forward?" Jeremy raised his eyebrows in confusion, clearly not understanding.
"Never mind."
Jeremy shrugged. "So?" he motioned for her to jump in.
"But you have your swimsuit on." Brianna pointed at it, and Jeremy grinned again.
"Ah oui, bon. I take it off too." He quickly climbed out of the pool, the water sliding down his smooth, tight swimsuit onto the floor. Without hesitation, he began take it off. Brianna watched, amused but slightly nervous as well, as he pulled it down, revealing his large, muscular chest, typical of professional swimmers. Then, with some difficulty, he pulled it off his legs, one at a time, until he stood before her, naked and smiling. Brianna blushed a little at the sight of his nudity.
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