A Girl Named Areola - S01 E34

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A Girl Named Areola - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

Go Cycling

A couple of days later, in the morning, we got the urge to go on a bike ride. We’d already got them cleaned and oiled and ready to go but hadn’t even got on them when we’d done that. We had a little ride around the back garden and it felt so different not having a skirt between our pussies and the saddle. We experimented with trying to slide our pussies from side to side and back to front as we pedalled, but it was difficult in such a small space.

Having our enthusiasm boosted we went and put some shoes and a dress on and set off not knowing where we were going. We’d both put on a dress that was so short that we couldn’t sit on it and that flapped about in the wind that we generated.

We took it in turns to go in front to see just how much the other’s dress flapped about in the wind and we were happy to see the butt crack, right up to the waist, of the one in front. We giggled at the thought of drivers coming up behind us, seeing our bare butts and knowing that we were knickerless.

The dresses were bunching up at front as well but we couldn’t see our slits so we didn’t think about, That is until we stopped at a road junction and had to put 1 foot on the ground. A car came alongside and the workman in the passenger seat had his head turned looking at the very top of our legs right until the car moved off.

We stopped a little further along and Beaver got off her bike and had a look at me from the same angle that the workman would have had. We had another giggle when Beaver told me that she could see my slit.

For a while we went round the same block stopping at all the road junctions hoping that a car would stop and look over to us.

From there we headed over to the local park and pedalled along the paths letting our dresses blow right up to our waists.

All the time we were sliding our pussies as much as we could on the saddle. We stopped at a seat in the middle of the park with no one in sight and played with our pussies to finish the orgasm that had very slowly been building in us.

As we sat there in post orgasmic bliss we wondered if there was a bike shop anywhere that would modify the saddles so that a dildo would come up through it when we pedalled. We decided to google it later and also thought about asking daddy to do it for us but we weren’t sure how we could approach the subject.

We pedalled home and put the bikes back in the garage vowing to get them out again soon.

The next day both our butts were sore.

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The Leisure Centre second visit

After the success of our last visit we just had to go again. Even after remembering that second visits are usually not as good as first visits, we still decided to go.

In some ways it wasn’t as good, but in most ways it certainly was.

With us not having seen many staff we decided to be a little bit more daring in our choice of bikinis and we both chose ‘strings only’, thong bottoms and nearly matching, string fastening, mesh bralettes, giggling as we put them on and put our belongings into the locker.

We were not surprised, and a little disappointed that hardly anyone noticed what was on display, we guessed that they saw the strings and assumed that there were solid material triangles in between the strings.

Beaver and I, of course, just acted like we were wearing industrial strength bikinis and that nothing was on display, and I guess that helped people’s brains to assume that we were properly attired. That was okay from the not getting caught point of view but didn’t help with the fact that we were there to let people see our ‘naughty’ bits.

Of course it didn’t matter what we were wearing when it came to the goldfish bowl slide because we always pulled on the strings just as soon as we got onto that slide and we always had to put our bikinis back on when we got to the pool at the bottom. This time though, there was a young staff man standing beside the bottom pool telling swimmers to get out of the way of the next person to come crashing through the hole in the bowl.

The young man saw our predicament and smiled at us each time we got to our feet revealing our exposed little tits and he must have seen the 2 separate parts of our bikinis floating in different places, but all he did was smile.

There were a few people watching as we spun round inside the bowl but neither of us went to stand next to them to hear what they had to say about the naked girls going round and round.

We used the same trick about the sauna being clothed or nude and we feigned comments when we apologised for getting it wrong, but we always added that it was too late by then, and just sat or lay on the bench and let the people stare at us.

We actually went into the sauna 4 times, each time followed by jumping into the plunge pool and screaming about it being ‘bloody cold’. And each time we lay on the sunbeds to thaw out with our solid nipples throbbing with the cold, our clits that had shrunk to the size of pin heads, and our excitement at being naked in a public place when we shouldn’t have been.

The cafe was fun as well. It was the same girl behind the counter and she instantly realised that our bikini tops were see-through. I don’t think that she saw us when we walked up to the counter so she wouldn’t have seen our slits but the couple sat at the table next to where we sat certainly did. The look of shock and surprise on their faces was mint, and the young man kept looking over to us to see if he could see them again.

Beaver was sort of opposite him and had seen him looking so she lay back in her chair a couple of times so that he could confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

The girl with him dragged him away just as soon as she had finished her drink.

We got caught naked in the shower. The staff must rotate jobs because it was the same young man who had been at the bottom of the goldfish bowl slide. He walked passed the entrance to the showers, glanced in, then was back a couple of seconds later. He stood there watching us until we had finished.

As we walked out he stopped us and told us that people were supposed to wear their swimsuits in the shower.

“We didn’t see any signs so we didn’t think that it would matter.” Beaver said as we both watched his eyes going up and down both of our bodies. We were stood there with our hand by our sides enjoying being looked at.

“You’re right, but it is printed in the ‘conditions of use’ notice in reception.”

“Sorry, but we didn’t bring a magnifying glass, maybe you should ask the management to get it printed big enough to cover the whole wall, that way people might be able to read it.”

“I’ve got to agree with you there, but next time keep your swimsuits on girls.”

“Yes sir.” Beaver sarcastically replied.

The young man smiled, looked us up and down again, then turned and walked away.

Beaver and I were both smiling as we got dried and dressed outside our locker.

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