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University was finally over after three long years of near-constant study with holidays devoted to internships. It was hard coming from a high-achieving family; targets were high, expectations even higher and failure unheard of. It was even harder when you’re the youngest and just not as academically gifted as your older siblings.I have a brother and a sister. Eric is an ophthalmic surgeon, a real high flyer. Daisy, the next in age, is a barrister at a highly prestigious chamber in London and already has some nationally famous cases on her CV.I’m Camilla and six years younger than Daisy and am the surprise that rocked my parents’ orderly world.Each of them, Evelyn and Roger, are fully tenured professors, each with a series of critically acclaimed publications to their names. Both tour the world as guest lecturers, and it was during one of these trips that my parents slipped up, and yours truly was conceived.To be honest, maybe I could have worked even harder during my time at a prestigious public school. Still, it was always going to be a slog for me, and I probably only gave ninety-five percent effort most of the time.Anyway, that’s enough of that. You’re probably all thinking that I sound like a spoilt little bitch, which I promise that I’m not. It was time for me to make my own way in the world and my chosen field, fashion, yep, fashion, you heard me right. Imagine that conversation with the folks.“Camilla, have you decided on your career path yet? Obviously, academia is not for you, but law or the civil service might be?”“I want to go into fashion, father, high-end fashion.”Maybe if I’d said ‘high-priced escort,’ it would have been better received, but hey it was my life, and I was going to live it my way.A couple of months on from that somewhat heated and painful discussion and I was taking a short flight to a new and exciting life. I had a junior position in a leading fashion house that had liked some of my designs. Accommodations were the thorny issue. It’s never cheap living near a capital city, and juniors get paid the minimum.Obviously, as the official skeleton in the wardrobe of the family, my allowance was also minimal in the hope that I might learn some sense. Daisy, bless her, came to my rescue. An old friend of hers had a place nearby, and she was happy to rent me a room at a token rate.ooOOooI battled through arrivals and then claimed my meagre luggage from the carousel. I managed to avoid serious injury from those kind souls that stand, toes to the belt, before swinging their cases into those around them.As I approached the meeting line, I spied someone holding a card with ‘Camilla’ inked boldly in purple and decorated with smiley faces. Daphne moved towards me, and my first thoughts were money and class.Glossy brown hair swirled to her shoulders, designer jeans, and what was probably a cashmere roll-neck that casually highlighted a stunning figure. She hugged me in greeting, and it was like meeting up with an old friend. All my misgivings of being foisted off onto someone too nice to complain or say ‘no to’ just disappeared.Daisy had said she was a sweetheart and a very close friend from Uni, but she hadn’t said how sexy she was. I followed her out of the terminal, and across to the short-term parking. A glossy red Volvo sat gleaming in the sunlight. After an hour’s drive, we pulled into a gated car park outside a rather squat, two-story building that had a distinctly Victorian municipal look to it.Daphne led the way to a large heavy-duty-looking door that at the press of a button swung open with surprising ease.“Originally, this was a water pumping station, but after it was sold off, they stripped out the old machinery for a museum somewhere. Then converted it into open space living,” explained Daphne as we entered an enormous sunny atrium.In moments we were upstairs and entering the living area. It was a completely open plan with whitewashed brick walls and tall, tinted windows that gave a view across grasslands towards the River Thames in the distance.Daphne paused to kick off her heels before crossing the polished hardwood floor to drop into a luxurious brown leather sofa. I kicked off my trainers before crossing to join her. The leather was amazing, soft and buttery.“Heads up, I have to confess to being Escort ankara very protective of the floors,” Daphne said.“I don’t blame you, they’re amazing; in fact, the whole building is.”I don’t know why, but at that point, I noticed Daphne’s feet. They were mid-sized for a woman, but very elegant and tanned, with nails finished in a high gloss, orange finish. An internal shiver seemed to trigger dampness in my pussy, and I lost track of the conversation.“Camilla, are you okay?”“Oh, sorry, I guess I’m a little tired,” I giggled, to laugh the moment off.“Flying is always so tiring; even short-haul.” Daphne stood again, “I’ll pop some coffee on and then show you your room.”“It really is so good of you to help me out like this,” I offered in response, my eyes locked onto her arse-hugging jeans as she walked towards the kitchen area.I watched as she seemed to glide around the kitchen with almost feline grace. With a minimum of effort, she quickly loaded and operated a sleek chrome Nespresso machine and headed back towards me with two steaming mugs.I could no longer see her arse, but the curves inside that roll-neck suggested full and firm breasts. Another trickle of girly juice flowed into my knickers. We chatted over coffee and Daphne outlined the area, its local shops and facilities and told me to make myself at home.Daphne, it turned out, was twenty-six, just three days older than Daisy, and had shared a room with my sister at Uni. Her passions were art, yoga and travel; her pet hates were politics and cooking – even toast was at risk in her hands, she joked. Also, in her hands was her long-term partner, a pilot for one of the major airlines who was currently in the states but due back the next day.It was when she led me through to what was now my room that I had another bout of anxiety and needed to raise the question of my rent. The room was huge. One wall was tall with tinted glass and, just like the living space, it too had a view across the valley. In the centre was a massive double bed. The whitewashed walls were adorned with paintings of Paris through the ages. It was a comfortable, welcoming room, and I immediately felt at home.“Erm, the rent?” I asked, almost choking on my words.“Oh, didn’t Daisy tell you?”“No, well sort of, she said it was very reasonable,” I could feel my cheeks heating as I spoke.“Ten pounds a month, payable whenever your payday is!” grinned Daphne. “Honestly, I don’t need the money, and I’m shagging a long-haul pilot, so we’re more than comfortable, and it’s nice to help an old friend’s sister. The ten pounds just makes everything official.”Then came more moisture, but this time in my eyes as I stepped forward and hugged Daphne, “Thank you, that’s so kind.”The rest of the day was a blur. I unpacked and then we ordered an Indian take away which we washed down with a couple of chilled Cobra beers. I outlined where I hoped my career would lead, and Daphne regaled me with stories of her exploits at Uni with Daisy. It was something of an eye-opener. I hadn’t realised what a live wire my big sis could be.Eventually, I opted for an early night. I was tired from the day and conscious of not crowding Daphne in her own home.ooOOooI slept deeply, although, at around one-thirty in the morning, I thought I heard a car pull up accompanied by giggling voices. I paid it no heed and resumed my slumber.Sunlight streaming in through the windows woke me at around seven-thirty. I slipped out of bed and into my robe before heading towards the kitchen area. I could hear movement and expected to see Daphne, but instead, I was greeted by a sight from heaven.A petite and stunning woman was standing at the kitchen counter, making coffee. She had jet black hair in a stylish short bob, and her skin was a smooth, rich olive-brown. When she turned to greet me, her coal-black eyes shone with life.“Oh high, I’m Shayna, and you must be Camilla. Daph told me you were here.”“Hi!” Not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but she was as naked as the day she was born.I tried to just look at her face, not the pert firm breasts with their dark rigid nipples or her close-cropped black hair atop a pussy that had clearly just been fucked. Picking up an extra cup, she asked me if I wanted coffee and explained Balgat escort that she had been swapped to an earlier flight and was back a day earlier than expected.“I see you’ve met then.” Daphne walked into the kitchen, and oh fuck if she wasn’t naked too.My evaluations of the day before had been spot-on. Daphne had full firm breasts, large pale areolae, and an arse you could bounce a penny off, so pert and tight. Daphne’s mound was as smooth as a baby, completely denuded, and her labia were shiny and swollen.Hopping up onto one of the tall stools arranged along the kitchen island, she took her coffee and downed nearly half of the rich, fragrant brew.“Mmm, I needed that. Long night, eh, Shay?”“And long overdue and much needed,” giggled Shayna, moving to caress Daphne’s back.“I’ll take mine back to my room and give you guys some privacy,” I offered.Not a totally altruistic offer, as beneath my gown, my pussy was sopping and in need of some serious frigging, but they both chorused, “No,” and insisted that I take a stool.“I know I didn’t mention it yesterday, but I’m guessing that Daisy told you that I’m gay, and I wanted you to settle in before the clothes optional bit came up.”“Daph, you mean you haven’t told her we’re naturists? No wonder she looked so shocked when she walked in.” Shayna was laughing out loud, “I’m sorry, hun, but your face was a picture.”What could I do but relax and join in their good humour whilst praying that my sopping pussy wouldn’t drip down my thighs?Shayna produced some fresh bagels, cream cheese and lox, whilst Daphne brewed more coffee, and we sat around the island eating and chatting. Shayna told me that she was a first officer for El-Al and flew Boing 777s. She had grown up in Tel Aviv and was the second daughter of an air force officer.It was a leisurely meal, and by the time we moved to clear the plates, we were like old friends, and their nudity was no big deal.Returning to my room, I shed my robe and lay back on my bed. My mind filled with images of my new friends as my hand trailed across my belly to allow my fingers access to my aching cunt. I slowly parted my swollen lips and felt immediate wetness. Moving my fingers to my face, I inhaled my aroma before wrapping my tongue around my glistening fingers to taste my secretions. Mmm, tart and somewhat spicy, but I craved more.The next few minutes were spent opening myself up, building those oh so wonderful tremors and letting my juices flow. Soon I could smell my arousal and feel my cum trickling down between my arse cheeks, and I was ready.The first finger slipped in, quickly followed by a second and then a third. By now, I was kneeling, my favourite position for self-pleasure as the angels just seem to work for me. One hand gripped a breast squeezing and teasing the nipple, the other hand thrust into my wet cunt, it took no time at all for the first wave to hit.With no time to stop, I stepped up my thrusting, parting my fingers to stretch my throbbing cunt. Wave two took my breath away, but not before I had screamed my release. Fuck, I hoped the walls were thick.ooOOooAfter a leisurely shower, I dressed in jeans and a tee and returned to the living area. Shayna was reclining on the couch; figure-hugging leggings and a vest top moulded her stunning figure.“Daph and I are going into town for a few hours, do you want to join us?”I agreed that it would be nice, and then Daphne appeared in a short summer dress. As Shayna stood up to join her, I was stunned by just how sexy and beautiful these two women were.We arrived in town after a breath-taking ride in Shayna’s Audi; she was clearly a woman of speed. We split to go our separate ways before meeting up at a wine bar for cold drinks and tapas.“It’s getting really warm now. How about we go home and catch some rays in the garden?” Daphne suggested as she drained her glass, “Cam, you’ll join us, yes?”I was ready to kick back and enjoy the late summer sun and happily agreed. Another rocket trip saw us back home. Shayna was at one with her car, eyes everywhere, total concentration and every flick of the gears or turn of the wheel precise and measured. Daphne got me to key in the digital door code to ensure that I would have no issues when alone.Entering the lounge, Batıkent escort bayan Daphne immediately tugged her dress over her head to reveal a gauzy, shell-pink bra. Naturally, she was bare-arsed, and the bra joined her dress on the couch as she turned to look at me.Glad to be wearing my better undies, I quickly shed my jeans and tee to reveal my matching red bralette and mini thong. Shayna had peeled herself out of her leggings and lost the vest. No undies for her.Both women were now openly eyeing me up and smiling in expectation. Fuck, I have no hang-ups with my body, so my undies hit the floor, and I turned to pick them up. I gave a slow, deliberate bend from the waist with straight legs that were slightly parted. ‘That’s it, girls, eye my pussy, enjoy the view.’“So, that’s what was under the gown,” those coal-black eyes were gleaming and laser-like as they fixed on my pussy.“I think that what my ever-horny girlfriend means, is you have a great figure,” laughed Daphne.Grabbing a pair of gold-framed aviators, Shayna led the way to the large patio doors and out onto a magnificent area of decking. The space was massive with lots of room for several tables, chairs and loungers and in the centre sat a large hot tub.We moved to the loungers and took one apiece. I made sure to leave a space for Daphne to lie next to Shay. Daph had paused to slice oranges into a large jug of iced water, which she then placed on a nearby table before turning to pass out bottles of sunscreen.“Block up girls, not that Shay needs much with that Israeli skin of hers,” Daphne giggled.“Maybe I don’t, but I crave the feel of your hands,” and Shay moved to kiss her lover, long and hard on the lips.Maybe I should have looked away, but watching them gave me such a thrill, especially when Shay moved to cup Daph’s cunt, causing her to moan aloud. Daphne’s hand moved to mirror her lover’s, and they both stood, their lips locked as they rubbed each other’s cunts.Their openness was infectious, and I lay back on my lounger, legs parted and started to tend to my needs. With eyes shut and warm sunshine on my face, I lay rubbing my now throbbing cunt whilst listening to my landlords’ moaning and panting as their pleasure built. Shayna hit her peak first, and even her squeals of joy were accented and mixed with exclamations in her native tongue.I opened my eyes, squinting against the glare as I heard a lounger scrape against the deck. Daphne was prostrate with legs spread while Shayna’s black cropped hair glinted in the sunshine as her head bobbed between Daph’s thighs.Daphne’s smooth, cultivated voice implored her to lick her arse, to fuck her cunt and to suck her clit. Never had I seen or heard anything like this. I’ve watched porn, lots of girl porn, but it was never as real as this. My fingers moved into overdrive, fucking myself like never before.I wanted to cum so badly, to spray my release, but I wanted to cum as Daph did even though I didn’t know why. Who knows what all those chemicals make your brain do when all that counts is fucking your cunt silly?I was right on the edge of a huge cum, and I could tell that Daphne was too. I slapped my cunt, letting the flat of my hand deliver a stinging blow to my sopping lips and clit. My screams blended with Daphne’s as my cum sprayed across the lounger. I lay there, trembling, little after-cums shaking my core as I tried to slow my breathing.Looking across, I could see Daphne doing the same. Shay was standing, one foot raised on Daphne’s lounger. Her arm and hand a blur as she worked her cunt. Throwing her head back, she let herself go, crying aloud in her native tongue as she spasmed in release. The warm sunlight glinted through her juices as they fell onto Daphne’s breasts.Nothing was said for a while as the three of us lay back on our loungers lost in our thoughts.Maybe Shay and Daphne were worried they had gone too far and embarrassed me. Perhaps they felt they had crossed a line that could damage their relationship. It was undoubtedly the quietest they had been since we met. Equal turmoil was ablaze inside my own head.Had I gone too far, openly watching them is such an intimate moment? Fuck, I had even masturbated as I watched them.Two days. Was that a record for getting thrown out of a flat? Where the hell else would I get to rent somewhere like this for ten pounds a month?Double fuck. Daisy will kill me, absolutely fucking kill me if I’d upset Daphne – shit, shit, shit.Okay, the moment of truth. “Guys, I’m going to pop inside a while.” This was it; stand by for, ‘pack your bags,’ Camila.’