Paybacks

"Oh," she laughed, "in our country, everyone get naked. Even I get naked. Want me to show you?" She started fiddling with the top button of her blouse.

"No!" I snapped. She bent down to whisper in my ear again.

"Mr. Yo Kamisa is very important gentleman. You must bow, or you will cause big international incident. You want to be on CNN? You want to start World War Three?"

"No."

"Okay then." She took my arm gently, and I got up and bowed - sort of more like a curtsy, really - trying to hide my tits and keep my legs closed.

"I'm sorry," the lady said again. "You must bow as he bows, or is horrible insult." Mr. Yo Kamisa bowed again, showing me his bald spot, and I bowed the same way, hoping nobody was behind me, because if they were, they were going to be getting one hell of a view.

"Thank you. Preezed to meet you Miss Bevaree," Mr. Yo Kamisa said, in his goofy oriental accent. He stepped to the side and then the next gentleman appeared, and we were off to the races.

"Chee Linn." He shook my hand and he bowed, and when I bowed back, I heard a murmur of approval from the guys behind me. My heart sank. The guys behind me were watching the back side of my pussy pop out when I bent over, and the guys in front of me were watching my tits get 2 inches bigger when I bent over. I was screwed, no matter which way you looked at it. I let out a sigh of defeat and greeted the other four guys, showing everybody my stuff. All my stuff. Every last inch of my stuff. Then the silver haired guy took my hand, and I thought, oh great, are we going to start this all over again?

"You swim, yes?" He turned me towards the pool and pointed. "You swim, yes?" They were all staring at me now, waiting for my answer. I looked for Shelly, but she was hiding somewhere. He gestured towards the pool again, grabbing me by the elbow, and it looked like I was, indeed, going swimming. We traipsed over to the pool, me leading the parade, with the rest of the guys following, staring at my butt, no doubt. I looked down, and I yes, was still naked, and yes, it was not a dream. I shook my head in amazement.

We reached the pool, and I dove in. I stayed under as long as I could, hoping when I came up for air, they'd all be gone. I made it almost halfway across the pool before I gave out. I burst through the surface, but they weren't gone. They were still there. I broke into a side-stroke, with my back to them, hoping that would make them go away. It didn't; but it did make them start clapping, politely, like at a golf game.

"Velly nice, velly nice," the old guy said, smiling. They looked at each other and nodded. Then the old guy started giving me directions.

"Freestyre?" I did a lap, trying to loosen up, trying to enjoy it. It really is wonderful, swimming naked, and I couldn't help but get into it. I started concentrating on making my turns right, whipping through the water like a dolphin.

"Best stoke?" I stroked lazily across the pool, opening my legs wide for the frog kick. I liked the way it felt on my new pussy.

"Butterfry." Butterfly was my medal race back in school. I kicked and pulled majestically, and I couldn't believe how intense it felt on my pussy. The water rushed across my body like little fingers, touching me just the way I like to be touched, and I started to get that orgasm tingle back again.

"Backstoke." My heart sank. I always hated backstroke in high school, because that's when the guys could see how flat my tits were. But this time I liked the way my tits looked, leaving their little stringy wakes in the water. Suddenly, it was so exciting, looking down my naked body and seeing my pussy all exposed, with guys in suits standing around watching; it was like I was having some kind of breakthrough. I started to feel really good. I started to feel proud of my plain-jane body, my little tits, my pretty pussy. Then, on the lap where I was swimming away from them, I switched to the frog kick, reveling in their gaze as my pretty pussy opened up with every kick.

I reached the end of the pool, hoisted myself out of the water, and sat on the ledge, with my legs way more open than they would've been 10 minutes ago. They applauded enthusiastically, smiling, laughing, patting each other on the back. Then the old guy walked over and grabbed my hand to help me up.

"Velly nice. Velly nice. You dive?" He pointed to the diving board over at the deep pool.

"Sure." We walked over, with me leading the parade, and it occurred to me the boys must've really liked my butt, so I put some sway into my walk, trying to emulate Shelly's sexy strut. Speak of the devil, where was Shelly, my conniving sneaky friend? Must've been watching from the shadows somewhere, laughing her heart-shaped ass off.

We reached the deep pool and I didn't even bother with the low board. I scaled the ladder to the high board, walked out there like an olympic champion, and planted my feet two steps back from the end. The guys peered up at me, squinting, shading their eyes. I put my hands at my sides, lowered my head slightly, gauged the distance to the water, and made my approach. I nailed it, a perfect swan dive, my chest sticking out, my toes pointed, the wind rushing past my naked pussy, with 6 guys in suits watching.

I barely made a splash when I hit the water, but the best part was when I did my underwater turn. It completely opened me up, and the pressure on my clit was so intense, I almost came. When I surfaced, my pussy was aching for release, and as I grabbed the ladder to exit the pool, and the jet of water from the pool filtration duct hit me between the legs, the feeling almost buckled my knees.

I hobbled out of the pool, temporarily incapacitated by the ache between my legs. But everybody was watching, and I couldn't just stop, take five, and get myself off, so I climbed up the ladder for my next dive, which I had decided, would be a backwards half-gainer.

I stood at the end of the board, my back to the water, and visualized the dive. Bounce three times, loft my butt into the air, touch my toes, and knife through the water like butter.

I noticed the glint of a car windshield up on the side of the hill, but I didn't care. Let them pull over and watch me. They're going to see one perfect dive. I took a breath, bounced, and then I was floating in the air. I was in slow motion. I touched my toes, with my ass high in the air, and I felt the sunshine tickling my anus. I wanted to laugh, it felt so good. Then, when I hit the water, it felt even better.

The moment I swooshed into the pool, my orgasm started, sending a bolt of liquid ecstasy through my whole body. When I got to the bottom of my underwater turn, the orgasm sort of bloomed, like a giant flower, enveloping me it its beauty. I opened my legs wide, letting the feeling radiate out from my clit like the rays of the sun. (And, because I was actually floating, the accompanying floatie feeling was even more intense.) The spasms didn't do much for the form of my butterfly kick, on the way back up to the surface, but they did make the butterfly kick quicker. I reached the ladder, climbed up slowly, and when the water-jet found my pussy, I almost pee'd myself.

The guys were all clapping, the silver haired dude was nodding his head, and I was being wracked by the under-water orgasm that wouldn't quit. I tried to smile, but I'm afraid it may have come off as more of a grimace, since I was pretty close to fainting.

The old guy grabbed my hand. so I had to get out, but I was still spasming, and I couldn't even stand up. I sort of rolled onto my side on the deck, with my knees up, doing these little involuntary crunches. Suddenly, silence. No one was clapping. They were just standing there watching me having an orgasm meltdown, and the more they watched, the harder the orgasm hit me..

The lady ran over to my side. "You okay, missy?"

"Cramp" I lied, clenching my teeth and grabbing my left leg. She said something to the men in suits, and instantly, a really good looking dude was at my side massaging my calf. I pointed to my thigh, so he started massaging my thigh instead, and damned if that didn't start up another wave of my orgasm. I sort of draped my palm over my mound, so I could press on my clit without him knowing, and between that and the rhythm of the guy's firm hands on my thigh, it felt like my orgasm was never going to end.

Finally, I just give up. I rolled over on my back, flopped my legs open, and let the orgasm wash over me like a wave on the beach. Funny thing is, it actually did wash over me like a wave on the beach, and then it headed on down the coast to someone else's cove. I let the guy keep rubbing my leg while I caught my breath, and then I sat up on my elbows.

"You okay now?" he asked, smiling at my pretty pussy. I nodded wearily. Then he and another guy helped me up, and it's a good thing they did, because I could hardly stand, I was so whipped. But I'm an athlete, dammit, so I took a couple of deep breaths, straighten up, stuck my tits out, and I was fine.

"Velly nice," the old guy beamed, and the clapping commenced one more time. Then he shook my hand so vigorously, it made my tits jiggle, which is quite a feat. I had to stand there while all the guys came to shake my hand, make my tits jiggle, and bow, and of course I had to bow back; only this time I was proud, unashamed, liberated. I had no idea what was going on, but frankly, I didn't give a damn.

The older lady was the last to shake my hand. "Thank you very much missy. You have passed audition. Very good job missy." She turned to go, but then she changed her mind. She took my hand again. "Very pretty too," she said softly, lowering her eyes, "down there."

Now I really didn't know what was going on. I watched them troop back into the mansion, and I stood there, trying to convince myself that, in fact, it had to have been a dream. I mean, do people in real life have naked orgasms in front of important foreign dignitaries? Well, maybe they do, but I certainly didn't. Then I saw Shelly, bounding out of the house, and that settled it. Shelly does appear in my dreams now and then, but not with a yellow sun dress billowing behind her like a tampon ad, so I decide it wasn't a dream after all.

"Are you okay Bev?" she gasped. "I saw when you got the cramp."

"I'm fine, thank you," I snapped. "Now, would you mind telling me what the hell this is all about?" I was trying to get mad, but it's almost impossible to get mad at Shelly.

"You wouldn't believe it!" She said, all excited. She sat down at the edge of the pool, and I sat next to her. "Those guys are from the Pacific Rim Division of the World Investment Group. They're booking this place for corporate events, and they need some swimmers for atmosphere.

"You mean naked swimmers, right?"

"Yeah. That's what the summer-cut was all about." Just the mention of the summer-cut gave my pussy an aftershock. Shelly, oblivious to my sexually agitated state, continued babbling. "Even the caterers are going to be naked, but they'll be draped."

"Draped?"

"Yeah," She smiled, "like at a Toga Party. It's a Greek theme."

"Wow," I sat there, all rubbery from my orgasm, and all curious about being a naked swimmer at a toga party. "How much does it pay?"

"Two-hundred bucks per hour for 4 hours, and double for overtime. They've got at least 12 events planned, and they're all with the same Greek theme.

"Oh my," I sighed, doing the math in my head. "And then, I have to blow everybody, right?"

"No way, Bev," Shelly said, all serious. "There's no sex whatsoever. If you even mention sex, you get fired on the spot."

We sat there for a while, swishing our feet in the water, and then Shelly patted my thigh, which made my clit quite happy. "Well," she said, "aren't you going to thank me?"

"Thank you, Shelly," I gave her the mandatory hug, which lasted quite a bit longer that it should have, but that was okay. She earned it. "And thank you for tricking me into it, because you know I would never have done it if I'd known what was involved."

"I know," She giggled, squeezing my thigh. "You're such a prude." Of course, the thigh-squeeze gave me another after-shock, but I wasn't complaining.

"So, Shelly, are you one of the swimmers?"

"No," she said sadly. "I auditioned for the old lady, but she said I didn't look right 'down there' and that I needed a trim. So I trimmed, and then I auditioned a second time, for her and the old guy, and they said I was the wrong body type." Then she stopped, and took a deep breath. "But I know why they didn't like me." She paused, and her lower lip puffed out. "It's because I'm ugly down there!" Then she burst into tears.

"No you're not, baby, you're beautiful down there. You pussy's like an exotic orchid, waiting for the sun to open it up."

"Shut up!" she bawled. "Just SHUT UP!" She tried to leave, but I wouldn't let her. I held on to her, and finally, she collapsed into my arms, sobbing like a six year-old. It reminded me of the first year she tried out for cheerleader, but didn't make it. She gets absolutely heartbroken if she thinks she's been passed over because of some imaginary defect in her beauty, and there's nothing anybody can do about it but let her have her cry. I waited, rubbing her back, holding her close, rocking her like a baby. Finally, the sobbing wound down. I gave her a minute to catch her breath.

"Listen Shelly," I said, brushing the hair out of her face. "I'm sure it was just the body type thing, and not your pussy. You're too curvy and stacked for a naked swimmer, and these oriental guys are probably intimidated by big tits."

We sat there in silence. After a few more sniffles and sighs, she picked up the hem of her yellow sun dress to wipe her runny nose, and I noticed she hadn't put her underwear back on. I couldn't help but breath in the intoxicating fragrance coming from between her legs, and peek at the dark outline of her chocolate nipples showing through her dress. It was at that moment I had my second breakthrough, but it scared me, so I took it slowly.

"You know what, hon?" I asked her, taking her hand in mine, like I used to before the boys started teasing us about it, years ago.

"What," she said, looking at me with such innocence and hope, it put a lump in my throat.

"I really like my summer-cut."

"You do?" She beamed at me, all happy again. "Maybe I could trim it for you again, when it starts to grow out?"

"I'd like that," I said, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Then I took the leap, sort of like when you jump into the pool for the first time. "Shelly, if you want me to, maybe I could help you trim yours at the same time."

"Really?" She asked, all excited.

"Really," I said, giving her hand a squeeze. "I think it would be fun. Maybe we could open a bottle of wine? Listen to Dido?"

"I love Dido," She sighed, as her hand found its way back onto my thigh.

"Alrighty then," I said, relishing the feel of her hand on my thigh. "It's a date." I pulled her close, listening to her breathing, imagining the two of us, naked together on a soft shag rug, her dark, rich pussy smell enveloping us in a cloud of pleasure.

"So" I said, my chin resting on her shoulder. "Want to go for a swim?"

She looked over at me, grinning, but before she could answer, I gave her a mighty shove, and she flopped into the pool. Then I jumped in after her.

"Nooo" she giggled, as I grabbed at her dress, which was floating up like a jellyfish. She started kicking and flailing madly, and suddenly, we were all tangled up in a mass of arms and legs, and breasts and butts. (All in slow-motion, of course.) Her thigh ran up between my legs and nudged my mound. My hand brushed past her weightless breast, snagging momentarily on her stiff nipple. It was so erotic, the accidental touching, the uncertainty of the situation, I could hardly stand it.

After I tossed her dress up on the deck, we started dunking each other, making sure we each got a chance to breath when we were at the surface. She'd grab me around the waist, her tits pressed against my back, and I'd let her pull me under. Then I'd grab her, maybe with my hand on her ass, or right under her breast, and shove her upside down.

"Stop!" she giggled, grasping the edge of the pool, trying to catch her breath. I was behind her, my arms around her waist. We quit struggling, but I didn't let go. I just held her loosely, letting my nipples accidentally nuzzle up against her beautiful back. We stayed that way for a long time, and suddenly, a sense of calm settled over me. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. It was like my whole life had been a puzzle with a piece missing, and now I'd found it.

"Over here, Shelly," I said into her ear. "I want to show you something." We swam over to the ladder, and I told her to climb up till her shoulders were just barely out of the water. I was still behind her, and I cuddled up against her, my forearm smooshed against the side of her soft breast. "Right there," I said, when we found the water-jet.

"Oh no," Shelly moaned, as her hips twitched. I waited, wondering what would happen next. Did 'oh no' mean she wasn't into it? Was this all a mistake? Then I realized, at this point, it didn't really matter. I'd made my move, and there was no turning back. I let one hand slide down onto her soft tummy; the other up under her breast.

"Do you want me to help you cum?" I whispered, inching my fingers closer to the places I was dying to touch.

"Oh God, Bev" she gasped, looking back at me. "How did you know..."

"I didn't know," I said softly, "until now." I caressed her stiff nipple. She let out a little whimper, and I felt her soft butt shudder up against my mound.

"Beverly?" she asked, in her innocent little-girl voice.

"Yeah," I said, pressing my tits up against her back.

"Can we kiss first?"

"We can do anything you want, baby."