Carly Grace notices an old girlfriend taking part in a mud wrestling match, she decides to slip into the locker room to "interview" her for her pro wrestling blog. Only, that leads to an encounter that's about something more carnal than minor league pro wrestling. More
Carly Grace wants to break into the business of professional wrestling, and so she sets her sights on an independent promotion called EXXXplicit Sports Entertainment. After all, she works as a stripper, and the transition should be fairly easy. Only, she cannot get the attention of EXSE's booker and talent scout. So, she goes to one of their show under the guise of a "blogger." When she notices an old girlfriend taking part in a mud wrestling match, she decides to slip into the locker room to "interview" her. Only, that leads to an encounter that's about something more carnal than minor league pro wrestling.
WARNING: This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of lesbian group sex. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
From where I hid, I could see the shower room without a problem. Holding hands, the two of them walked in and turned on a few of the heads, blasting hot water and getting a good steam going. It didn’t seem scandalous at first. Both of them just stood there under the jets, letting the water remove a lot of the green dirt from their chest and arms.
Each of them had a bar of soap, and innocently enough, the washed each other’s backs. Only, it didn’t stay innocent for very long. Rayne turned in Gayle and put her arms around her waist. She followed by running the soap all over Gayle’s lower back. Grinning, Gayle returned the favor. A long moment passed, and they gazed into each other’s eyes before leaning into kiss each other. It was the long, slow, prolonged sort of passionate kiss every girl dreams of having. Just watching their mouths together, while they clutched each other’s dirty shoulders, made my knees weak and shaky. My pussy dampened, and the longer I watched them make out, the more aroused I became. I felt the need to fan myself with my hand, because watching them make out made me very hot and bothered.
Needless to say, I found myself in an even more awkward situation. I knew I had to find a way to slip out of there, but another part of me couldn’t stop watching. Part of me wanted to shove my hands in my panties and rub one out. Yet, I didn’t, and my problems only got worse rather quickly. Dust coated the inside of my hiding place, and each time I breathed, I could feel some of it go up my nose. My nose started to twitch, and as much as I tried to repress it, I sneezed, loudly.
Gayle and Rayne stopped kissing each other, and they turned and looked in my direction.
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