Charlie (Sky) Winchester<br/>Location: Gramercy Pool<br/>Tags: Saoirse, Bryn<br/><br/>The chlorine in the water. The way the water lapped against her body as the tiny ripples caused by their actions spread across the surface. The way their breathing all mingled together in a heated, heavy way that seemed to echo slightly against the high ceiling and nearly empty space. It all came together, correlating with the touch….her touch. Sky had gotten lost so easily in their company. Though she barely knew them, the feelings they were showering her with all too familiar. There was a spice of adventure, of being somewhere they were not suppose to be, doing such an act. Certainly it added to the entire experience.<br/><br/>She smiled softly at the exchange between the two of them. Saoirse teased him, calling him such a name as if it were normal. Perhaps it was. She had no idea what sort of acquaintances these two were. Were they old friends, or was something more going on? It was a thought that was quickly discarded as she felt Saorise’s tender, soft skin touching her own. Her breasts had not felt the touch of anyone else in so long. It was new in a sense, and it was over far too quickly. Sky wanted to protest, but before she could, the reason for the sudden absence of Saorise’s talented fingers became clear. She had a new destination in mind, and along with it, a new sensation of pleasure was granted to her.  Sky could feel her body melting against Saoirse’. It was impossible not to. Though her fingers were only probing, it was enough. Her own lips ended where Saorise’s began. They were becoming one with a single, hot kiss. To describe it as that does the act such injustice. It wasn’t just how she felt. It was how she tasted. Sweet. Inviting. Her lips almost begging to be touched. The kiss was breezy, light, and yet passion and desire flowed from their lips to the other.  Sky’s hand instinctively reached between her own legs, feeling Saorise’s fingertips massaging her clit. It wasn’t an attempt to force her to work the stimulated bundle of nerves faster. In fact, she enjoyed the slow torture. ‘Slower,’ she thought, wanting this sweet agony to go on.<br/><br/>As her lips left hers’, giving her several quick pecks of affection, Sky found herself moaning softly, almost impossible to be heard, because of the beauty she was with. They were soft sounds that grew in volume as she felt what she had known would come, what she wanted to come. Saoirse have driven a finger inside her depths. Sky knew she wanted release, but the painful ache that gripped her body was far more delicious. She floated, not just on the feeling, as she moved from her, taking up her position. Sky had no idea what she was about to do, and frankly she didn’t care. So far she had not been disappointed by anything this woman have done to her. This would be no different. Her words were so beautiful, full of promise that tonight was going to be something she would not forget. ‘For now though…..’ Sky was curious, but there was no force she could think of that would make her want to take her lips away from hers’. The kiss was deep, far more than any that had come before it. Her tongue met hers’, and for the first time, she forgot about the man in the water with them. All her attention focused on her. Sky had one thought that crept through with clarity. ‘Don’t stop.’<br/><br/><br/>Bryn’s hands were warm against her wet, cool flesh. The gesture did not to be seen to be understood. He was touching her face, tenderly. More agony. It would have been so easy had he simply thrust himself deep inside her. It would have pushed her over the edge. This, on the other hand, kept her teetering on the edge. Sky liked it here, this way. She felt the tips of his fingers trail down her body. There was no doubt in her mind his fingers would take the same route Saorise’s had. As she felt his finger, she groaned into the kiss, into Saorise’s mouth.  His tongue tasted her, drawing shivers down her spine. Sky knew she arching her back, presenting her chest for both of them, for a moment before relaxing, wanting to offer her sex up to him once more.<br/><br/>What happened next tore her attention away from Saoirse.  She felt him, what she had held in her hand before just moments ago, suddenly enter, pushing into her. Her cry wasn’t soft or muffled. It was clear and loud.  With every movement, she felt of more of him. Her back curved as she clung to him, feeling him hold on to her as if she would slip away. His fingernails dug into her flesh, and she in turn felt her own fingernails searching to pierce his skin.  As he spoke, her back arched once more, pressing her chest against him. She was at his mercy, perched on his shaft, taking every inch he had.  Deeper and deeper she felt him as he moved her. Her crushed breasts slide against his wet form. “Slower,” she stammered, wanting this torture to continue. Her lips found his ear where she whispered, “harder. Dig….harder.”  It was all she could muster before her teeth grazed his neck. “Yes,” she hissed in response. “I….want it. Give it….to me.” Her eyes swept around, searching for Saoirse. She would smile when she found her, feeling closer to spiraling into depths of pleasure she hadn’t felt in so long. “Tell me,” she told her, softly. “Tell me….when….I can cum.”