A Reunion of Poolside Beauties

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She never truly noticed until now, but Frida was losing herself in pleasure. The Frenchwoman lived rent-free in Frida's head. Everything from her body currently on full display to the alluring tone she always spoke with, layered on top with a ludicrously exotic accent. Truly, everything Amandine did, intentional or not, felt a flirty tease. It was titillating, and gave even the mature and experienced Frida shivers. Her heart pounded rapidly and her skin crawled after being long isolated away from her dear mistress. Now she floated beside her, listening to how the French wrestler enjoyed her aformentioned opponent, playing with a toy of German descent. It felt uncanny and reminded the conductor of a vivid nostalgia full of lustful lyrics. She entertained and understood the assignment of being the inviting toy for a playful woman, a succulent meal for a carnal beast. The dark-haired mother had to ease herself a little, letting out low-breathy inhales and exhales, trying to calm down overwhelming fluster.

Yet, Amandine continued moving closer, their heads caressed one another and their wettened hairs intertwined. The special connection through touch brought Frida closer to the lady in white than any television screen ever would. She had the real thing again, and it was feeling rather difficult to relax as her own endorphins began to bloom out, now she wound up drunken on libido.

As the Frenchwoman brought the ball into her court, the German attempted to suppress her distracting thoughts, maintaining rationality, and keep her cool. It didn't help that Amandine had amplified a soft-spoken declaration into the tingling ears of Frida, shuffling her frenzied mind that was now juggling a million different thoughts.

"M-my, off course I have many plans in my tour!" Frida breathily replied.

"The match against..." She cleared her throat and continued. "dear Angelica was a decadent experience, and off course now that we met again, off course we may spend time with one another again!"

The more Frida spoke, the more apparent her uncharacteristic fluster grew. Her cheeks grew a new shade of red, visible to the French lady. She could only attempt to redirect the conversation, atleast allowing herself the window to cool off.

"Say, mon chéri, care to go for a proper swim? Wouldn't mind some exercise right about now." She slightly fidgeted and lightly giggled, but would offer the lady in white to go for some laps around the blue pool.

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Amandine couldn't help but notice the shift in Frida's demeanor, the slight sttuer in her voice and the rosy blush that adorned her cheeks. It thrilled her to witness the effect she had on the German conductor, the way her presence alone seemed to ignite a fire within her. The subtle signs of arousal that Frida exhibited only fueled Amandine's own desire, creating an intoxicating tension between them. Sometimes, even Amandine is scared of how good she is at seducing women.

As Frida mentioned her plans and the match with Angelica, Amandine nodded attentively, her gaze fixed on the conductor's flushed face. She could sense the underlying urgency in Frida's words, a desperate attempt to regain composure and steer the conversation away from their mutual attraction. Amandine found herself both entranced by Frida's flushed face...and two huge 'floaties' in front of her. The way that Frida's massive breasts just bobbed on the surface of the water was rather hypnotising, especially with how they are struggling to stay in her bikini top. Why, if Frida doesn't mind, she would tore off her top right here, right now...!

Amandine immediately shooked her head, mentally chastising herself for being so hasty. There's a time and place for everything. Focusing back on their conversation, Amandine smiled as Frida brought up another dear friend of hers.

"Ah, Angelica," Amandine replied, her voice a low purr. "A formidable opponent indeed. In both the ring and bed. You too certainly went against each other like you never had sex before. Hehehe."

She paused for a moment, allowing the tension to hang in the air, before finally acquiescing to Frida's suggestion. "A swim sounds delightful, my dear. Especially with you by my side."

Amandine reached out, her fingers gently intertwining with Frida's, and they made their way to the edge of the pool. With each step, the anticipation built, their bodies humming with a shared desire. They plunged into the crystal-clear pool, the water enveloping them as they swam side by side, their movements synchronized

The rhythmic strokes through the water provided a brief respite from the intensity of their connection. It allowed them to regain some semblance of composure, to cool the flames that threatened to consume them. Yet, even in the water, their eyes met, a silent acknowledgment of the desire that still burned within them.

After a few laps, Amandine signaled that they should head towards the showers. As they walked side by side, water cascading over their bodies, Amandine couldn't help but smile at the thought of what awaited them beyond the pool.

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The sea of tranquilty was used by Frida in an attempt to circumvent her own feelings. The mother's desires were to be plunged into the deep depths and forgotten as she frolicked in the waters with her star-crossed soulmate. Yet, even as Amandine did not verbally acknowledge Frida's speech blunders, either out of feigned ignorance or celestial density, Frida couldn't let her own thoughts go. It was difficult to simply forget about the intensity of her emotions, not when the source of her angst was within arms reach.

As they took laps around the pool, her body grew warmer, a sign that it was acclimatizing to the initially cold environment. The swim slightly eased the tensions, taking their minds off by gliding through the deep blue sea. Yet, the intensity and intimate feelings the two women had was hard to shake off, and even as they slowly waded out of the pool, perhaps Frida's mind still filled with fantasies as her heart throbbed.

As they stepped out of the pool, both wet from head to toe, luscious hair and skimpy swimsuits soaked, they made way towards the showers. In perhaps a slight relief to Frida's profound fluster, they both diverged into separate shower chambers, planning to bathe in peace, without mischievous troubles or funny ideas. The German stepped into the open chamber, unclasping her own top, followed by the bottom, both falling to the floor before she eventually unhinged the water valve. Steaming water streamed down onto Frida's now nude and nubile body, her breasts kept a comic jiggle as she twisted and turned around for the water to clean off the pool's chlorine. Her hair had taken on a distinct texture after the ensemble at the pool, now more sticky and in need of a rinse. The mother hummed to herself as she slightly relaxed in her own thoughts, perhaps helped by the steaming hot waters and the fact Amandine wasn't necessarily in front of her anymore. She certainly doubted things wouldn't turn into a certain nature had they been showering in the same chamber. Turned towards the wall, the brunette closed her eyes as she cleaned herself.

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Amandine stood alone in the steamy shower. As the droplets cascaded down her skin, her mind wandered to thoughts of Frida. Meeting Frida again was very satisfying, and Amandine couldn't hep but grin to herself as she imagined the surprised expression of the German beauty when she jumped out the pool. But those humorous thoughts slowly turned into lewd ones. Amandine mind wandered to the imagery of Frida's voluptuous body floated upon the water's surface.How her skin glimmered under the moonlight. And how her huge breast were barely contained in that black skimpy top, waiting to burst out of their confinements.

She imagined the warmth of Frida's touch, the way her hands would glide over her own body, exploring every inch with a delicate touch. Amandine could almost feel the heat radiating between them, the intense desire that sparked whenever their eyes met.

But her would-be fantasies dispersed as she heard Frida humming to herself at the shower next to her. Curiously, she opened the door a bit and took a peek, there Amandine was greeted with the magnificent sight of Frida stripping down. The german women simply unclasped her swimsuit down onto the floor.

Normally, Amandine wouldn't be planning something so naughty in a shower room shared by many others. But considering how conveniently she booked the entire resort just for the two of them, perhaps a little mischief should be ok~

Amandine opened the door of Frida's shower chambers abruptly, hoping to startle her bit. While she was distracted, Amandine would press her body on Frida's back, pushing her to the walls. Her hands would then climb onto the German's huge breast, rougly fondling and enjoying those juicy orbs of flesh.

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Lathering her skin, Frida heartily distracted herself placing the soap bar on top of her cleavage, lightly giggling as it slipped down the deep partition of her breasts onto the floor. As she went to pick it back up, a faint screech sounded behind her. Her perceptive ear led to a raised eyebrow, though not too fussed enough to turn heads and take a look. A sudden yet soft sensation took over her own back, almost like two balls of dough squished into her. Then, a more rough sensation came upon her, Frida could feel a well-toned bicep envelop around her own arms, a pair of deviant hands then groped at her own tits.

An immediate moan washed over her body as she was pushed towards the chamber wall. Her eyes fluttered, eyebrows furrowing, and mouth exhaling an exasperated gasp. The mother's body wanted to reject the sudden invasion, but intuitively knew from the coupled impression of soft and hard, it was probably Amandine, the impish woman back to her mischeivous ways. It was of character for her, and Frida turned her head back to confirm her own assumption. A mix of bewilderment, but not outright rejection as their relationship was far from stiff. The steam that filled the room epitomized their contact. Touch and tease was simply their way of affection for one another, and Amandine was a libertine who gave it plentiful. The generally perceived elegance of the Frenchwoman turned to debauched deviancy.

"Ah youuuu~. You selfish child..." Frida half-heartedly rebuked, only to arch her back further, to allow Amandine's hands to fully squeeze her beautifully soft mounds. Her body seemingly accepted the French lady as her nipples grew erect, a familiar warmth heating in her wet rump.

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Amandine stood behind Frida in the steam-filled shower, her heart pounding with anticipation. The sight of Frida's gorgeous soaked form was too tempting to resist, and she couldn't resist the sexual urge that surged within her. A playful grin curved her lips as she made her move, her hands reaching out to squeeze and caress the conductor's enticing curves.

As her hands pressed against Frida's breasts, Amandine then began pressing her body further on Frida's back.. The softness and fullness of Frida's mounds enveloped her hands, eliciting a low moan from the German women.

The sensation sent shivers of pleasure down Amandine's spine, igniting a fire within her that matched the heat of the steamy shower.

Frida's response, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, was music to Amandine's ears. The German woman's arching back and the acceptance in her eyes only fueled Amandine's desire further. The familiar connection they shared, where touch and tease were their language of affection, filled the steamy room with an undeniable sensuality. She then began rubbing her crotch against Frida's wet, the sensation sending chills up her body

Amandine squeezed and kneaded Frida's breasts with a gentle yet firm touch, reveling in the texture of her soft skin. The tantalizing proximity and the way Frida's body responded to her touch ignited a hunger deep within Amandine, a hunger that yearned to explore every inch of Frida's willing form.

The steam enveloped them, heightening the intensity of the moment as their bodies pressed against each other, creating a delicious friction. Amandine's hands continued their exploration, moving down Frida's body, teasing and caressing every curve they encountered.

The moans that escaped Frida's lips only fueled Amandine's desire further, spurring her on to push the boundaries of their shared pleasure. The boundaries that separated their bodies blurred in the steamy haze, leaving only the intoxicating connection between them.

Amandine leaned in closer, her lips hovering near Frida's ear, her warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. She whispered in a seductive voice, laced with desire and mischief, "Hmm? Perhaps I'm being selfish, maman. But can you blame me? How can a mother such as yourself have such lewd body. Imagine how many have lusted over you?"

With that, Amandine's hands continued groping even harder dance, her fingers pulling her tits in an attempt to milk Frida's juicy orbs like the cow she is. Their little 'bonding' would have made anyones blushed had the the steam-filled chamber, were to have any other occupants.

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Frederika's white fluids splurged out of her ducts. The pulpy viscous substance oozed down her inflammed breasts. Its palpable texture would touch the hands of a groping Amandine who was so eager to milk the German mother dry. Her cheeks held an even more noticeable burning red tint. She had no response to the decadent woman's lustful remarks, only ecstatic moans and low groans. There was call of urge to struggle, to regulate the flood of milk streaking down her udders, yet no true action. The mother's face winced, her eyebrows furrowed, and mouth opened wide. In truth it felt so good to be treated in this way.

The feeling of Amandine's flexed biceps, her own bountiful wet breasts, and hard hot abs fully pressed against her own back was in itself a blessing. It was even more so the tangible intimacy of this session. She was infatuated with the way Amandine turned her on. The older lady loved how the amazon mistress had fucked her nethers before and now, forced to yelp and scream till her mind went blank. Frederika's toes curled while hands simply gripped onto Amandine's hips just to remain standing. The wetness of her rump was ever more cognizant to the German, not even resisting. It was better in her mind to simply allow the inevitable to occur.

Yet, this submission to pleasure is not so simple as black and white. There was also a will that the brunette possessed; possibly having derived from her first defeat to Angelica. It was better to choose battles, ones that she could win and ultimately indulge in an exotic prospect. To topple the muscled amazon and bring her to a steaming hot mess perhaps was the arbitrary punishment the teasing French lady thoroughly deserved. This monumental effort though, required hereculean levels of fortitude, something which the French sculpture possessed herself. However, Frida was determined to get back at the lady in white once she had the chance.

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Amandine watched in satisfaction as Frederika's fluids poured out of her ducts, palpable texture oozing down her inflamed breasts. The German mother was so eager to be milked by the decadent French lady that she didn't even resist. Amandine could feel the heat emanating from Frederika's body as she gripped her hips, her toes curled and her mind blank. It was evident that the German was completely submitted to the pleasure of the moment.

As Amandine kissed and licked Frederika's breasts, she could feel the older woman's response to her touch. The sensation of Amandine's flexed biceps, her own bountiful wet breasts, and hard hot abs fully pressed against her own back was too much for Frederika to handle. She was completely infatuated with the way Amandine turned her on, and the older lady loved how the amazon mistress had fucked her nethers before.

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Frederika's loins quivered under the tutelage of her French mistress. Her brain completely fried in pleasure as the tips of her breasts would not stop leaking. At some point the pleasure was going to be far too much for the German to handle. The woman's body was on fire, from the heated showers, spicy action, and intensity of their session. Once more the skillful hands of Amandine toyed with her mounds. Everything was so familiar, just how it had always been. Now the German was panting like a dog begging for its release, both metaphorically and literally.

Even as her pussy hadn't received much attention, they felt just about ready to burst. Her own hand stopped holding onto the Frenchwoman, instead letting the wrestler hold her up. The ravenette decided to literally take matters into her own hands. Two fingers dripping wet inserting into her own labia, considerably moist from the action. In, out, in, out, Frederika pleasured herself at her own demise. The other free hand held up to Amandine's pleasuring fingers, as if trying to help her own tits being milked. Slosh, slosh as the German's pussy already close was completely drowned in the intoxicating dopamine.

"Ahhh yess, more! More! Dote upon me more!" Frederika's eyes stared and begged to the mischevious Amandine's face.

The infatuated mother couldn't help but moan a little louder than before. It was remarkable how insane this Herculean made her. Every touch, every turn, every kiss, every hump, every fuck. The mother rubbed her own snatch faster, finding the right pace to buck to. Hips swerved and plapped. Eyes closed as her pleasure inevitably burst out. The woman's entire body convulsed, quivered, and contracted. A sizable squeal and squirm emitted as Frederika's explosive passion rushed down her body onto the floor, the water washing it away down the drain. Completely lost to pleasure she was in the hands of Amandine for the moment in a state to recover.

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Amandine couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction as she watched Frederika's orgasm wash over her. After Frida's explosive passion rushed down her body, Amandine held her in her arms and gently stroked her hair. She could feel Frida's heartbeat slowing down and knew that she had brought her to yet another mind-blowing orgasm. She had been playing with the German's body all night, and it was clear that she was not one to hold back when it came to pleasuring herself. As Frederika's body began to calm down, Amandine slowly brought Frida's fingers away from her pussy, savoring the taste of matriarch's juices on her fingers. She savored the sweet taste of Frida, but she still felt that wasn't enough...

So, immediately grab Frida's head and captured her lips into a deep kiss. The feeling of their tongues dancing together was too much for her.

As she kissed Frida, Amandine unconsciously tightened her grip on Frida, pinning her to the showers walls. She didn't want to let Frida escape her grasp, even if their current location didn't had lot of space to begin with. She began pressing herself against Frida, looking at her longingly and hungrily, and flexing her powerful midsection against Frida, abs to belly, breast to breast.

The German's body was still pliable in Amandine's arms, and the Frenchwoman couldn't help but feel a sense of control over the situation. As she continued to hold Frederika close, she couldn't help but wonder what other pleasures she could unleash upon her lover's body.