Jimmy hit the water with a splash. The coolness swept over him as he pulled himself along with his strong arms, thrusting his body through the water with practiced ease. He quickly settled down into the rhythm he'd use for the next ten to fifteen minutes. He was just doing one of the intermediate races, and not one of the long ones that were his specialty. He glanced to his left, trying to catch a glimpse of his teammates racing along with him. Jimmy hoped he could do much better this time around than the last race he'd swum for practice. The State tournament was coming along shortly, and his form was suffering somewhat from the exertions from the night before. His young body was in top shape, and it was only in the mental areas of concentration that he suffered.
He approached the first turn, and brought his mind down on the problem of maneuvering his body through the rigors of bringing about a smooth transition. He made it smoothly, and his mind finally cleared of the disturbing images of his sister standing naked before him, her tits and bush burning into his eyes. His mind was now concentrating upon the race, the water, the position he was in, and the calls from the coach on the side of the pool telling them the times and how they were doing. Jimmy noted in the far corner of his mind that the coach was no longer riding him like he had during the first part of the practice. The race wore on.
Coach Robert Finderson nodded to himself as he watched the five swimmers clit through the water of the Olympic-sized pool. He had been curious at Jimmy's lack of concentration, but he was glad now the young boy was getting into the rhythm of the swim. Bob had high hope for the boy. Bob knew Jimmy was a natural, and with his natural stamina, amazing for one so young, he knew the boy had a good chance at getting the gold medal at the upcoming State tournament.
The afternoon sun beat down upon all those in the pool as the race was reaching its final lap. Bob saw Jimmy picking up the pace, using his superior stamina to push the other swimmers to the ultimate limit of their abilities. Bob knew from the way the swimmers hit the last turn that Jimmy would win easily, and he smiled to himself. Jimmy was sure making up for his earlier lapses in concentration. Bob grinned. He liked having State champions listed on his record.
Bob Finderson was a tall young man who had been teaching swimming at Marketville High School for the last three years. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a dark tan from his many hours at poolside. His face was handsome, and there were girls writing him mash notes all the time. He knew he was popular with the boys, too. The understood him and respected him. He was young enough so he could identify with them, and yet old enough to be the boss when it came right down to it. His wife was a math teacher, and she was a knockout. The Findersons had brought a touch of class to the school system.
The swimmers finally reached the last five yards of the race, and Bob rushed over to the end of the pool. He watched as Jimmy easily beat the other swimmers, and as the young boy gripped the edge of the pool, looking at the others coming in, he grinned.
Jimmy was tired and aching, but it was a feeling he'd come to know well in his many years of training. He had started out because he'd loved the water, and now he knew he was old enough to realize he perhaps had a future in the events. He would be peaking out just as the State tournament came into being, and he could win three or perhaps four medals if he did well. He was proud of his prowess, even though it was a pure strain on him. He wasn't ready yet for the big time, but he knew that in a few, more years, he'd be able to compete in the NCAA championships.
"Good show, Jimmy," Bob smiled from the edge of the pool. "Now, get out of the water, and go take a shower. I want to talk to you. Go sit in my office."
Jimmy nodded, and pulled his lean, tanned, muscular body from the clasping grip of the water.
He walked, dripping water all along the way, to the I shower. He was glad the owner of the pool let the school use it for practice every afternoon. The school pool was fine, but it was slightly shorter than Olympic-size, and it could throw a swimmer off if he practiced too much in it. So three days a week, the owner of the pool allowed the boys to use it. The other two days were for the girls' swimming team.
After a brisk shower, and a change of clothing, Jimmy walked to Coach Finderson's office. Jimmy was glad practice was over for the day. He was anxious to get on with his affairs. He had to study for an algebra test tomorrow, and wait for Cindy to come home. He was really looking forward to that.
Bob Finderson walked into the office and sat down at the desk. "Well, Jimmy, what was the matter out there?"
"I don't know, Coach," Jimmy said. "I just couldn't seem to concentrate."
"Why?" Bob asked. He knew something was on the young boy's mind. He knew enough to wait. It'd come out eventually.
"I don't know, Coach," Jimmy stammered. He couldn't get the picture of his delectable sister out of his mind. He could feel his prick start to swell in his old faded jeans. He was embarrassed, and he blushed.
"Ahhhhh," Bob smiled. "So it's a girl. What happened, you get your first piece of ass?"
Jimmy's ears flushed a bright, lobster red, and he nodded, grinning sheepishly.
"Fine," Bob nodded. "I was worried that it was school work or something. Okay, I won't tell you to stop, because I know better. Just keep your bedroom thoughts in the bedroom, okay? And concentrate on swimming when you're in the pool. That's all I ask."
"Sure thing, Coach," Jimmy smiled.
Cindy stared at the mass of papers on her desk, and sighed. She reached out and picked up her coffee cup, and took a sip of the scalding liquid. It jerked her awake as the fluid burned her tongue. She checked over the designs she would be revealing in the International Showing in a few weeks. She knew the designs were all first rate, and they represented the culmination of many years of hard work. And now her nerves were giving her trouble. She wondered about that. She brushed some of her hair from her face, and tried to concentrate. She'd have to be certain the models she used would accent her patterns to the fullest.
A knock on the door disturbed her thoughts. She rubbed two of her fingers across her creased forehead. She put down the coffee cup, and sighed again. She was used to interruptions. It was one of the things she had to put up with.
"Come in," Cindy said loudly, hoping her irritation showed.
Chiffon Swanlion flowed into the room. She was the top model in Cindy's operation, and one of the top three models in the country. She was a temperamental and a star. She had high cheekbones, a slim, girlish figure, and was tall. Her blonde hair was thick and her perfectly made-up face was enough to send most fashion photographers scrambling for their cameras.
"What can I do for you, Chiffon?" Cindy asked, holding her irritation inside. She was, tense, but she had enough business sense to know she needed Chiffon for the showing in a few weeks.
"I'm here on business," Chiffon said, gliding her frame into the chair opposite Cindy's desk. She was wearing a micro-mini, showing off her long legs. Her tan was partly from the sun and partly from the ultraviolet lights the model kept in her apartment. Her thin lips glistened redly, and the trace of green eyeshadow around her jade-green eyes made them seem bigger than they were. She was beautiful, seemingly unapproachable. She had small breasts, but they were firm and sensitive. They were outlined clearly by the sheer, gold blouse she was wearing.
"I guessed that," Cindy said. She put her elbows on the desk and leaned forward slightly. Her blonde hair slid from behind her shoulders and outlined her oval face.
"It's that stupid bitch, Brenda," Chiffon breathed. Her voice was husky and tinged with sex. She fairly reeked of sexual passion. A lot of men had been after her for years, but Chiffon was particular. She liked her men young, thin and muscular.
"What now?" Cindy asked. She didn't know what was coming, but she expected it was another of the many in-fights that she'd come to know after three years in the designing business, and having to deal with models all the time.
"She insists that she's the top model here," Chiffon sniffed. Her eyes filled with tears, but never overflowed. It would have mussed her makeup.
"That's stupid," Cindy said. "You know better than that; I've told you enough times you're my best model."
"But you've never proved it," Chiffon said, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward slightly.
Cindy sat back in the thick, comfortable chair, and mused for a second. "What do you mean?"
"It seems that Brenda says that you and her have had a little fun now and then," Chiffon said, her eyes suddenly clear of tears and quite bright.
Cindy fumed inwardly. That stupid idiot Brenda! she thought to herself. Don't I have enough problems? She admitted to herself that she had taken advantage of Brenda's voracious sexual appetite in the last six months to take the edge of her own desires. It had been harmless, and had nothing to do with modeling careers. Brenda was a good model, but would never be a top star. And now Chiffon was jealous! Cindy realized.
"We've had a few tumbles," Cindy said softly.
"How come you never thought to ask me?" Chiffon asked.
Cindy thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "You were still involved with Tony at the time," Cindy said.
Chiffon looked shocked. "You mean it was that long ago?"
Cindy smiled to herself. Yes, it had been quite a time ago. And if she hadn't fucked her brother last night, she'd be about ready for another round with Brenda, too. "Well, I've been busy."
"You can never be too busy for sex," Chiffon said, wide-eyed. She licked her lips, leaving an enticing trail of moisture.
"You're right," Cindy smiled. She got to her feet and began to unbutton her yellow shirt. She glanced at the door, noting with a wry grin that Chiffon had already locked it.
Chiffon smiled broadly and got to her feet. She carefully zipped open the back of her gold blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Her small tits sprang free. She undid her short skirt, letting it fall to her feet. She was wearing a pair of sheer pantyhose, and the dark tangle of hair between her legs told Cindy's darting eyes that Chiffon wasn't a natural blonde. Chiffon glanced over to the nude body Cindy was exposing to her gaze, and she felt all gooey inside. She really had the hots for her boss.
Cindy pulled her pants free of her hips, and her blonde pubic thatch was instantly revealed. She hadn't worn any underclothing at all today, and her heavy tits swung free as she pushed the pants past her shapely hips and to her ankles. She stepped free of them. She stood proudly naked behind her desk. She walked calmly over to the couch, and sat down on its long, low surface. The presence of the thin, nubile body of her top model was making her very horny.
Chiffon walked quickly to join her boss on the couch as soon as she had shed the pantyhose. Cindy reached out with her hands and cupped Chiffon's face.
Both of their cunt slits were already flowering open, exposing the pink innerfolds. Chiffon reached out and felt the smooth surface of Cindy's full tits, and then let her hands slide down her boss' side. She let her fingers glide slowly over the wide flare of the other woman's shapely hips, and across the firm buttocks. Chiffon leaned close and kissed Cindy's throat gently, softly. She let her lips glide down the warm skin to Cindy's big tits. She had wanted to taste them ever since she'd seen them free of the shirt. She took one of the thick nipples into her hot, warm, moist mouth, and let her tongue swirl around the tip.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Cindy moaned. She let her hands tangle in the blonde locks of the model. Her hands then traced a path down across the other woman's shoulders, and past her thin sides. She gripped Chiffon's boyish hips, and was reminded for a moment of Jimmy. She really had come to love her brother's body, and she'd only played with him last night.
Chiffon relished the salty, tart taste of Cindy's sweat-coated tits. She maneuvered her hands back from her boss' ass and then across the top of her thighs and between Cindy's legs. The blonde thatched mound was gaping open, and the pink maw glistened wide, eager for the stiff, gouging fingers that Chiffon stuffed into it.
"Lean back," Chiffon said as she drew her head away from Cindy's breasts.
Cindy nodded and released her caressing hold on Chiffon's hips and lay back on the long couch. She had plenty of room, for the couch was wide, also. There was ample room for the two women. She closed her eyes, readying herself to relish the exquisite feelings that would be flooding her mind shortly. She was really horny, and needed the release.
Chiffon smiled as she reached down and spread open the petals of Cindy's cunt. She stared down at the delectable sight and licked her lips as she brought her head down between the widespread legs. Her own body was quivering with burning lust, and the heady aroma filling her nostrils was almost too much to bear. She flicked her tongue out and let the tantalizing taste of the other woman's lubricating fluids fill her mouth. She lapped and sucked and slurped at the pink slit between Cindy's legs. Chiffon was aware of her own need, and began to maneuver. She stepped off the couch, without breaking her contact with Cindy's cunt, and swung her body around, creating delicious sensations for her boss.
"Ggggoooooodddd!" Cindy groaned. She wanted to grip Chiffon's head and stuff her face as hard as she could against her snatch, but she opened her eyes and saw the model maneuvering.
Cindy smiled, and waited. Soon, Chiffon had placed one of her knees just beside Cindy's head and then the other knee was placed on the other side of her head. Cindy stared up at the black-thatched crotch above her. She twisted and the two of them were lying on their sides. Cindy had her head resting on one of Chiffon's thighs and she quickly jerked forward, mashing her mouth against the hair-covered slit of Chiffon's cunt.
Chiffon had been momentarily shaken by the superior strength of Cindy, but when she found she was lying on one of Cindy's legs, and still in contact with Cindy's honey hole, she was content. She immediately concentrated her lickings upon the stiff-standing nubbin of Cindy's clitoris.
Chiffon let her raspy tongue rub over the sensitive duster of nerve endings, causing the other woman to moan and jerk slightly. Chiffon was lost in the heat of the moment. She concentrated upon her objective while at the same time relishing the feelings of delicious delight electrifying her own loins.
Cindy gripped the boyish asscheeks of Chiffon and let her tongue spear into the crease between Chiffon's long legs. The hair of her loins tickled Cindy's nose, but she paid no attention to that. She ran her oral muscle up and down between the moist slit, drawing little involuntary twitches of joy from Chiffon's long, lean, tanned body. The model's thighs pressed into the sides of Cindy's head in a spasm of lust.
The sound of sexual excitement and lustful lickings filled the office. Everyone else in the organization was busy, so no one would even know of the episode unless one of the women decided to reveal that it had happened.
Cindy could feel her insides starting to ache as the tension built up to the breaking point. The electric tingle of her clit grew stronger and stronger, and her mind began to burn with the need for orgasm. Before she was quite ready, the smashing climax roared over her. She clamped her legs tightly upon Chiffon's head, holding the model a delighted prisoner between her fleshy thighs. The tanned flesh of Chiffon contrasted with the cream-white skin of Cindy. Cindy jerked and moaned and could feel the liquid gush from her hole in a rush that shook her. She had pulled her head from between Chiffon's thighs momentarily as she concentrated upon her own orgasm.
"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Cindy moaned loudly.
Chiffon kept her head between Cindy's legs, twirling her tongue over and over Cindy's clit. Finally, as the other woman quieted, Chiffon pulled her tongue back into her mouth. Her face was coated with the fluids that had flowed out in a rush from Cindy's cunt. She waited for Cindy to bring her head to play upon her own pussy.
Cindy was barely aware of her surroundings as she concentrated upon the crotch before her eyes. She had had a glorious climax, and now she would repay the beautiful model in kind. She licked and tickled the stiff-standing member imbedded within the hairy slit of Chiffon's cunt. Soon, the model began to quiver, and soft moans of pleasure escaped from Chiffon's glistening lips.
"Oooohhhh, yesssssss!" Chiffon hissed. Cindy knew the model was close, and she bobbed her head up and down and, positioning herself, she rolled her tongue into an imitation cock and stabbed deeply into Chiffon's gaping hole. She reached up with her right hand and massaged the model's clit. The maneuver was enough to set Chiffon off.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" Chiffon growled.
After a brief second of uncontrolled passion, Chiffon was slowly brought back to earth. She sighed contentedly. She rolled gently from Cindy's body. The two women had room on the couch to relax for several minutes. Their naked, glistening bodies were an exciting sight. Both of them had been taken to the edge of pleasure and then thrust over. They were both quite sated.
"That was great," Chiffon said finally.
Cindy smiled. "Yes." She slowly sat up and stared down at the model's nude form. She was surprised that she was still capable of being excited by the sight. She shook her head. That was what she had needed. The release of the tension in a quick, short, satisfying sexual bout had brought her thoughts back to her. She hated to get back to work, but she knew it was necessary. She got off the couch and went to the door. She unlocked it quickly and peaked out. There was no one in the hallway. She dashed across to the models' dressing room, knowing it would be empty at this time of day, and picked up two towels. She then rushed back to her office and locked the door again. She walked over to Chiffon, who was sitting up, her body shimmering with sweat.
"Here," Cindy smiled. She began to towel herself dry. "I hate to rush you, but we've both got work to do."
Chiffon smiled and rubbed the towel over her small tits. "I know."