Protection (14 page)

Isobel shook her head, remarking that if she was waiting for someone, they'd have no trouble finding her here.

The place was all but deserted. The polished tables and upholstered chairs still waiting for an exhausted bum to collapse into them. An observation she offered to the Goddess who smiled and turned her back to begin slicing lemons.

Isobel wished she could mind read. How much would this lucious girl tell, she mused? Was she a gossip? Or was she one of those dutiful employees who didn't say anything unless the boss said so? It was difficult to tell without actually asking. But what if she did and she got stroppy and threatened to call the manager? What then? Oh, to hell with it! She'd just ask her and if it all went pear shaped and she refused to answer she'd simply fall back onto plan B, even if it was in the shape of the unpalatable desires of the lifeguard.

Clearing her throat, Isobel shifted uncomfortably on her bar stool and waited for the Goddess to turn round. When she did, the beautific smile was still in place and for a fraction of a second Isobel was tempted to ask whether she had to have it surgically removed at the end of each day?

Instead she enquired whether the barmaid knew if this was the same leisure center as the one Carrie Shilling used?

“I'm a really, big fan of hers, you see, and it would be really great to think I was working out in the same place she uses.”

The Goddess's smile flickered and she blinked rapidly. Isobel was reminded of a Stepford wife.

“Carrie Shilling comes here?”The Goddess gasped. “You sure?”

“Yes, I think so.”Isobel replied enthusiastically. “I'm pretty certain I heard one of the other staff talking about her and I was just wondering if you knew for definite.”

The Goddess blinked again. “I'm sorry, I don't, but wouldn't it be great if she did! Wow! Carrie Shilling! I'd love to get her autograph!”

“Wouldn't we all.”Isobel said, thinking there was no point in wasting any more time here. “I'd better be going. Sorry to have bothered you.”And shouldering the holdall, she slid off her stool and left the bar, feeling sick at the idea of having to bonk the lifeguard.

“That's it baby... yes.. yes.. suck it hard... suck it HARD!”

Squashed into a tiny storage room with Isobel, his dick stuffed in her mouth, the lifeguard was getting ready to come.

Isobel hoped it would be soon. Closing her eyes, she braced herself against the awful inevitability of him shooting his load into her mouth and prayed she wouldn't vomit. Swallowing hadn't been one of the conditions.

The agreement that he be allowed to lick her out afterwards had.

Worse luck. Still, as revolting as it all was, it had been worth it.

Desperate to be sucked, he'd moaned out the answers even as she'd been easing down his shorts to cup his hairy balls in her hands and with his throbbing dick twitching up and down inches from her waiting mouth, the briefest of licks was all it had taken for him to blurt out everything she'd wanted to know.

The only disadvantage was having to swap places with him.

He came and Isobel spat into the shadows. Her fingers scooping the rankness from her tongue even as the lifeguard sank to his knees and shoved down her panties.

He was useless at it too. His technique consisting of nothing more than nosily running his tongue up and down her slit, before forcing a finger inside her. Not part of the deal although she put up with it anyway, her mind blanking him out so she could concentrate on imagining hardening nipples pushing against an overstretched blouse.

By late morning, Isobel's prospects of becoming invisible started to look up. The leisure centre was busy and the staff, rushed off their feet trying to supervise yet another crowd of school kids and a group of penshioners who wanted to know if there was a discount for the over sixties, were hardly going to notice her if she slipped off somewhere she shouldn't be.

She was also starting to finally get rid of the feel of him, thanks to twenty minutes under warm water, though she doubted if one shower would be enough. She could still taste him and feel his oily fingers and even her fantasy had let her down in the end, when on the point of orgasm, she had foolishly opened her eyes and seen, not the blonde hair in her imagination, but the close cropped hairstyle of the lifeguard, busily jamming his fingers into her cunt and telling her to come baby, come!

Prat!

Persistant prat too, for here he was again!

Bloody hell, couldn't she even eat in peace?

Apparently not, for upon spotting Isobel he sauntered over to her table in the resturant with two of his mates in tow. The three of them grinning inanely as he leant across her table, helped himself to a scoop of her jacket potato and then suggested that she might want to help out his friends in the same way as she'd helped him?

Isobel didn't flinch. Instead, she put aside her cutlery and smiling sweetly offered her apologies. The thing was, she explained, that thanks to the phenomenal seeing to he'd just given her, she couldn't possibly oblige them now as her pussy was still recovering, but if they'd like to meet her after work she'd see what she could do. However there was on condition. Before they got to fuck her they first had to have a jolly, good wank and cover themselves in their own spunk. She just adored the taste, you see, and if they were covered in it, she simply wouldn't be able to resist licking it off.

Practically coming already, the lifeguards couldn't agree fast enough and after promising they would do exactly as she asked, made her promise she wouldn't be late.

Isobel promised she wouldn't and chuckling to herself watched them hobble off. Of course she wouldn't be late. Not would she be early. In fact, she wouldn't be there at all, which was a pity really. Their faces would have been a picture!

The clock struck one as Isobel left the restaurant and taking the lift down to the ground floor she walked towards the gymnasium.

She didn't go in. The grunt of physical exertion floating through the door, plus the sound of a male voice demanding another five push ups, was enough to put anyone off and scurrying past she carried on along the cool, pristine corridor and stopped outside room number 3.

This was the room Carrie Shilling had reportedly used earlier for martial arts training and it was small and relatively empty. The only additions a mirror running along the entire length of one wall, and as Isobel pulled open the door and smelt the strong aroma of floor wax, her hiding place. A dozen or so crash mats stacked against the wall.

Carrie loved being woken by Andrea in the morning.

It started so softly. Just the faintest trace of a finger gliding down her back, before a single kiss was dropped on her bare shoulder, and a hand wrapped itself around her waist to hold her gently.

Sometimes she would already be awake before Andrea had a chance to do any of this, but she would never let on. Instead she would feign sleep until Andrea's body was wrapped around hers and only then would she stir. Rolling over into Andrea's arms and loosing herself in the soft, enfolding embrace of another woman.

It was a beautiful way to wake up, and one she usually loved, except today it seemed as though Andrea's gentle embrace had been replaced by something far rougher, and jolting from her sleep, Carrie at first thought she was still dreaming.

But then she opened her eyes and awareness flooded in and she saw Andrea's hand, firmly shaking her shoulder as she repeated her name over and over again.

“At last!”Andrea said in exasperation, as Carrie finally stirred. “It's six o'clock babe, time to get up. We have a date at the leisure center remember?”

“Bugger off!”Carrie grumbled, burying herself under the duvet. “For God's sake Andrea! It's still the middle of the bloody night!”

Andrea tutted. “Six o'clock is not the middle of the night, my girl. I've been up for at least half an hour. Now are you going to get up or do I have come in there and drag you out?”

“Do what you like. I'm not going anywhere!”

“Really? Well just to remind you darling, it was you who suggested using the leisure centre before the rest of the world woke up and it was you who agreed to give the sessions one more try. Now are you getting up or not?”

“Not!”

“Fine, then we'll just have to go later when everybody else is there and you can train while being leered at through the door. That do you?”

Carrie growled and flinging back the covers fixed Andrea with a sour look.

“All right! I'm up! Are you happy now?”

“Ecstatic.”Andrea smiled. “I love it when you're angry.”

Isobel's leg had gone to sleep. Which hadn't been a problem all the time the rest of her body had been joining in, but now she was awake, it was bloody hurting!

She had cricks in her neck as well and rolling her head from side to side, she wondered why anyone would actually choose to go camping when there were perfectly good hotels to check into?

Sitting up and keeping her sleeping bag wrapped around her, Isobel dragged her holdall towards her and rummaged for her thermos flask, hoping the tea inside would still be warm enough to thaw her out. With the heating switched off, the chill was really starting to get to her and the temptation to snuggle back inside the warmth of the sleeping bag and wait until the management turned it on was overwhellming.

She probably would have to, if only she'd had the time.

But in a little over an hour, she would be here, and then what?

Truth was, she wasn't sure and sipping her tea, Isobel realised she hadn't had much of a plan beyond what she'd already achieved - a night spent hidden behind the crash mats at the leisure centre, shivering and contemplating the glorious moment when she would turn up.

So what was she going to do? Leap out and confess undying love? She didn't think so. She'd be kicked out quicker than she could say give us a kiss. No, it looked like her only option was to stay quiet and spy on her and watch everything she did. That would be alright. Especially as she'd have no idea she was there!

Okay. This time she was going to get it right! Because Lord knows, she was getting sick of being thrown about!

Preparing herself for yet another attack, Carrie made a tiny adjustment to her stance then cringed as a dribble of sweat ran down her back.

Shuddering, she wiped it away and swore under her breath, hating this feeling of being hot and sweaty, but knowing there would be shower for her until she got this right. Andrea had seen to that. Refusing to give in to any of her demands or pleas for mercy until she had successfully thrown her over her shoulder.

Like that was going to happen! She hadn't managed it yet in over half an hour and now as she prepared to have yet another go, she doubted very much if it was going to happen this time. But she either had to try or risk stewing in her own juice forever and grabbing Andrea's lapels, she yanked her towards her, twisted her body, dug in her hip, bent at the knees and amazingly threw her to the ground.

Andrea was stunned. “Excellent!”She cried, climbing to her feet and brushing herself down. “I knew you could do it! Well done!”

But no one was more surprised than Carrie and bowing at the waist, she couldn't help but smile. “I'm just pleased, you're pleased.”She said. “Now can I please have a shower?”

Andrea looked at her, open mouthed. “Are you kidding?”She asked. “We can't stop now, you're just getting the hang of it. And what on earth are you doing still wearing those ridiculous earrings? Don't you know how dangerous that is? You could have ripped your ear lobes off!”

Carrie hands flew to her ears. “Sorry, hon.”She said. “I didn't realise I still had them in. Oh, don't look at me like that! I just forgot. See, I'm taking them out. Happy now?”

“Happier. Right. Let's try that again.”

Flat on her stomach, Isobel watched from her hiding place behind the crash mats and hugged herself with glee. This was fascinating and even if the gap through which she was watching wasn't all that big, what did it matter? She could see enough.

She could still see her! Right in front of her. Moving, breathing. Her voice filling her ears. Making her want to rush out and touch her and tell her she was here.

She wouldn't though. There was too much at stake. Not only because she would undoubtedly be arrested for trespassing and made to look like some kind of sick weirdo, but also because it would mean an untimely end to this little show and no way did she want that to happen. Not when the pair of them were being so entertaining.

Waiting for Carrie to tie back her hair for what must have been the hundreth time, Andrea again felt the familiar ripple of lust tremble through her pussy as Carrie gathered up her hair and exposed a slender sweep of throat.

How she would have loved to have taken her now, she thought. Right here in the gym. To feel her in her arms. To kiss her and feel her respond. Her gorgeous body warm beneath her touch, her breasts pressed…

A hand waved in front of her face and Carrie stood there, a bemused smile upon her face.

“Hello!”She said. “Anyone in? It's just that you've been staring at me for a while now and I was starting to wonder if I'd grown another head.”

“What? No! I mean..what did you say? What head?”

Carrie grinned. “Forget it.”She said. “You were obviously miles away, but if you're concentration's starting to go, maybe we should think about shutting up shop and going home.”

“Yeah, nice try kiddo.”Andrea said. “But we ain't finished yet. Come on, this time I'll attack and you defend. Ready?”

Carrie thought she was, but landing flat on her back-again- she gaped at the ceiling and wondered at the swiftness with which she'd gone from upright to horizontal.

Andrea though, seemed pleased. “Not bad.”She enthused. “That was much better than last time! See what a difference it makes when you use your arm to break your fall?”