“But even a northerly island girl like you has to admit,” Diane whispered, bringing the movement of her breath up closer to my ear, “it would feel pretty good right now, to get this pretty torso back in the water and out of the air.”
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy yearning desperately for something so close, so possible.
“Yeah, it would.”
“Are you going to follow our lead and go slow?” Debbie asked, in the most naturally teasing, faux-condescending voice.
“Yes,” I played my part meekly. “You set the pace. Play with me however you want.”
“I don’t know about you,” Diane whispered to Debbie, “but I feel like I could get lost in these legs for hours.”
She ran her hand down my hips to admire the definition of my thighs.
“Help me over to a shallow spot, and I’ll give you something to get lost in,” I proposed.
“So naughty,” Debbie laughed, giving me one last smack, but then she reached under my waist and hoisted me back down into the water.
I shivered pleasantly as it enveloped me.
We waded over to the pool’s shallowest edge, the one lined with a long, underwater tile bench.
My heart fluttered a bit at what I was about to do, how I was going to make myself so much more vulnerable than just bending over. Comfortable as I was in the water, I knew how quickly and easily serious accidents could happen. I really needed to be able to trust these two.
I did, though. I couldn’t help trusting them.
I took in a deep breath, ducked my head under the water, settled my hands on the smooth tile floor, and kicked my way up into a handstand.
The water rose just barely as high as my hips in this position, and the slight turbulence from our movement made little waves lap up and down over my pussy and the thin strip of fabric on top of it.
I pointed my toes and stretched my legs apart in what I hoped was a smooth, graceful motion. If there were a dozen or so of me, we could have formed a hypnotic synchronized forest of naked limbs.
Debbie and Diane instantly accepted my implied invitation. Each of them took one leg in her hands and stroked it with a reverence I could feel through my skin, even though I couldn’t hear from under the water what commentary they might be sharing between themselves.
A lot of time and attention went to my calves, and I was already beginning to feel the floaty, disorienting haze of low-oxygen blood rushing to my head as those hands made their way up my inner thighs, but I would not have interrupted them for the world when their fingers began to brush, and then slip under, the crotch of my swimsuit.
The need for air accelerated with my pulse, and I was equal parts disappointed and relieved when Debbie adjusted the swimsuit back into place after only a few light touches and put her hands around my ankles, guiding them firmly back down to the floor.
I allowed my upper body to surface and grinned at them both while I got my footing and gasped for breath.
Diane jumped right in to kiss me, avoiding my mouth while I was still panting, but using her lips to caress my cheeks, my ears, and my neck, before reaching my left breast. She pulled the top of my swimsuit aside, and Debbie did the same on the other side so readily that I wondered if they’d coordinated this while my head was underwater.
It was a thoroughly pleasant surprise, finding myself suddenly with a different mouth on each nipple. Diane sucked the left one with startling force, while Debbie worked her tongue methodically around the right, again giving my body too many different signals at once to prepare for. I let my feet leave the ground again, and floated up onto my back to offer more comfortable access.
And if this position also put my pussy within easy reach for them again, so much the better.
“Are you getting antsy again?” Diane asked sympathetically, lifting her face from my breast and catching on to my hint. She brushed her fingers lightly over the outside of that thin strip of fabric.
I nodded, unsure if I was hoping more for mercy, or for another round of them tossing me over the side of the pool and trying hopelessly to spank the antsiness out of me.
“Oh, babe, I want to touch her,” Diane said to Debbie, wringing her hands together, as if she were asking for encouragement to order some especially decadent dessert.
“Well, she’s right there waiting for you,” Debbie egged her on.
Diane clapped her hands together and peeled my swimsuit to one side, like the wrapper on a delicate confection.
She stroked me gently, rubbing the hood of my clit back and forth just a few times, prompting isolated sparks of pleasure, before tracing the edges of my labia and finding her way inside. She started with just her middle finger, wiggling it upward against my G-region.
I took in a breath as my pelvic muscles clenched around her. My clit twitched, looking for more of the touch it had just experienced, but it made contact with nothing but the gently lapping water.
“You can’t actually finish this way, can you, doll?” Debbie asked, placing her hands on either side of Diane’s, forming a diamond-shaped border around my pussy.
My clit remained untouched, and the pressure from Debbie’s hands transferred to it only distantly. The sensation was pleasant but not enough to give me any progress, just like the pressure of Diane’s finger inside me.
“Not a chance,” I answered.
“Good,” Debbie teased, pulling her hands away. “Makes it easier for me to keep you on a schedule. Like on a road trip.”
“She uses a stopwatch on road trips,” Diane warned, half-jokingly. “To make sure we’re keeping the perfect pace for optimal fun.”
I let my hands float up over my head, reiterating my surrender to the older couple’s languid timekeeping.
Diane slid a second finger into me, and in the low friction of the water, the pull of those two fingers was enough to drag me closer to her with each thrust of her hand.
“Oh, that’s neat!” she exclaimed, taking a few steps along the bottom and towing me along behind her by nothing but those two fingers hooked into my pussy.
I moaned at the sudden weight concentrated on that one sensitive spot. My ears were submerged about an inch down, so I heard the sound through my own skull more than the air. I was probably being terribly loud.
“You okay, kiddo?” Diane asked.
“Are we there yet?” I moaned, pouting out my lower lip, but not concealing the excited laughter in my voice.
Debbie snorted and patted me on the breast, pinching at the nipple. “I’ll tell you when we’re there, sweet thing.”
Diane took another step, mirroring the movement of her legs with her fingers inside me. My own legs spasmed, and I did my best to avoid kicking her.
“My turn,” Debbie announced.
Diane gave my clit a brief parting rub with her thumb, which in my current state was almost enough to tip me over the edge, but then the rub stopped, and Diane withdrew her fingers. Debbie replaced them a moment later with her own, which were wider, stronger. Diane rested her hands lightly on my ass under the water, and I felt myself skim past them when Debbie dragged me farther toward the deep end with one forceful, sustained pull from inside me.