But even knowing all those things Jenna couldn’t stop her eyes from falling on the length of Donna’s back or the dimples at its base that peaked at her from beneath the chestnut locks. When Donna turned around Jenna quickly began to undress trying to detract attention from her roving eyes. But the beauty of the bountiful breasts before her pulled her gaze back to Donna’s fabulous body once again.
“Your butt looks amazing…by the way…” Jenna said.
“Thanks. I’d kill to have abs like those…” Donna replied glancing down at Jenna’s flat toned tummy.
The girls headed off to the shower. Unfortunately all but one of them was full.
“Crap…we can’t go back to the meeting this afternoon a smelly mess…” Donna complained.
“And we can’t wait for one to open or we’ll hit the worst lunch traffic. Then we’ll never make the meeting.” Jenna added.
“I know why don’t we just share the one. It’s really the only choice we have. It’ll be a little crowded, but what are a few bumps between friends…right?” Jenna schemed.
Jenna had been waiting for this moment, for some kind of fateful opportunity to open up for them. And she knew this was her chance.
As the girls entered the shower they had a few giggles about who would stand where. As Jenna reached for the soap dispenser on the wall, the back of her hand brushed Donna’s puffy nipple. Without even thinking about it Donna released a little Mmm…sound.
“You enjoyed that did you?” Jenna teased in a giggle. “What’s not to enjoy…soft sweet touch from a beautiful woman…” Donna replied.
“Well, in that case…” Jenna replied her blonde hair brushing softly against Donna’s skin as her lip found their target and began to lick…and suckle…and nibble.
Donna reached out to find both of Jenna’s perky breasts, her nipples already hard from the anticipation. Jenna’s mouth worked swiftly and softly at one of Donna’s nipples as her hand soon found the other—her fingers began to flick and fiddle and twiddle the nipple making it long and hard and more erect than Donna had ever felt before.
As Donna stood there, warm soapy water running from her body Jenna squatted with her long lean leg and found Donna’s warm wet middle. She rubbed a thumb across Donna’s clit and Donna let out a hiss. Jenna’ tongue found its target as it slid gently between the fold of Donna’s beautifully shaven lips. Donna was warm and wet with excitement…noticeably wet…especially for being in water. Jenna new then that Donna wanted this to happen as much as she did—and had for so long.
“Mmmmm…Ooohhh….” Donna exclaimed as Jenna’s tongue swirled around in her opening.
Jenna quickened her pace, her tongue darting deeply in and out of Donna’s warm body.
“Oh, god, that feels so damn good…oh Jenna fuck me…please fuck me…” Donna begged huskily.
Jenna licked her middle finger and then she licked Donna’s wet spot once again before sinking her finger deep within Donna’s body. Donna’s body began to tighten, all her muscle crying out in wonderful agony. And she begged for more. Jenna had no problem obliging her request as first a second and then a third finger speared its way up Donna’s tunnel and felt the grab, the pull, the clenching of Donna’s sweet relief. Jenna was there to catch every drop, her tongue making its way in and out of every one of Donna’s sacred crevices.
As the girls finished their showers, dressed and readied themselves for the afternoon’s meetings. Both of them were a little quiet.
“I always swore to myself that I’d never get involved with anyone from the office.” Donna admitted.
“Me too…” Jenna agreed.
“But were friends with benefits Donna replied. It’s not like were dating…just having a lot of fun with a special friend.
As the girls shut there lockers, hefted their bags onto their shoulders and headed out towards the car, Donna leaned her head in towards Jenna and said,
“Don’t worry…next time it’s your turn!”
The girls never did shower alone at the health club…not once. The friendship they forged that day in the gym was one that would last them a lifetime.
Her editor had called Winter back into his office with the news that he was going to send her on an interview of a top player after that day’s football game.
Pete hadn’t had much luck getting his male reporters to get a decent interview from the player, so he had figured maybe a woman would soften the dude up and give her something.
Far from the stick figure eye and arm candy that athletes normally dates and were seen with in public, Winter was still pretty. Creamy white skin, hair the shade of shiny copper, deep blue eyes, natural 40C tits, rounded hips, and a nice smile.
She’d heard the “you’d be a knockout if you lost weight, you have such a beautiful face” a million times, and frankly, Winter was sick of it.