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Poolside

By Z. Lacour

Water. It's one of the four basic elements, and a necessity to life. Plus, it's fun to be in. Ever since I was a cub, I've tried to spend as much time in the water as possible. I guess being an otter has something to do with it.

My name is Sasha. I'm not a cub anymore; rather, a 25-year-old otter currently on vacation from an accounting job. It's good work, enough to support an apartment in Miami, a used car, and a small dog. It's not a tiny hell, either. I like numbers.

But what I like just as much as numbers is a little hobby I call "resort hopping". As anyone who's ever been to Miami may know, South Beach is lined with a multitude of fancy and extremely overpriced hotels. The best ones run right along the shore, just a few meters away from the water. What I enjoy doing is sneaking into the hotel pool areas right outside the hotels.

Now you may be thinking why the hotel pool is such a big deal, and why not some public facility? Here's the thing: these hotels want to put an effort to give intense luxury to their inhabitants. They not only make sure the entire area is spotless, but provide a high-quality bar and sometimes a pretty good DJ. Plus, sneaking in is always fun.

My vacation started on a Wednesday. I had a week to make the most of it. It started with a lovely day on the beach, taking advantage of a small tract of sand between lifeguard stands. Now, one lovely thing about the beaches here is that they are all topless. Naturally, I take advantage when I can.

Once I set my towel down, I make myself more comfortable. Bringing my paws to my sides, I lift up my tee, pulling it off to expose my belly and purple bikini top. Next comes the denim shorts I had on. Undoing the button and zipper, wiggling my ass out of them. I bit my lower lip in anticipation for what was underneath: a tiny purple g-string to match my top, tied at the sides with a cute bow. I sincerely wish this beach was bottomless too, but unfortunately I could only settle with taking my top off. I reach behind me, untying the string behind me, and smoothly taking the garment off, allowing my C-cups to bounce free of their confines. I close my eyes, smiling, stretching up and running my hands up through my long blonde hair, letting anyone facing away from the water get a great view of my perky tits, covered in my brown silky fur, black nipples dotted at the center. I've always taken pride in them, so I love showing them off.

I spent a good three hours at the beach, swimming around, sunbathing, and repeat. I made sure to spend extra time on my back, giving the beachgoers a good view of my naked breasts. I catch more than a few stares, a little smirk on my muzzle the whole time.

Sorry if I sound a little risqué here. Exhibitionism has been such a huge kink for me for a while now. I suppose you could say that it started in high school, letting boys, and sometimes girls, look up my skirt. This continued on for the next few years, finding new ways to experiment in public. Sometimes I'd "forget" underwear, other times I'd lend or receive a helping paw to or from a significant other. What can I say? It's a thrill.

I spent some time on the beach, getting a nice sunbath and dipping in the water now and again. After a while I gather my things. Sunglasses tilted up above my forehead, blanket rolled up in my little tote. I walk more inland, to the hotels, and in my hand is my balled up purple top. I walk exposed across the beach, bare footpaws making prints in the hot sand. Looking ahead to the path that bordered the beach, There are gates to each hotel, every 20 meters or so. Sometimes they're bare metal, other times lined with some sort of foliage. No matter what, however, there's always a rather buff and intimidating guard up front, moving away any non-patron of whatever hotel they watch over. One catches my eye. Very ritzy. There's a stone wall surrounding the property, with one black metal gate as the entrance. I can hear music coming from the inside, some modern-ish tropical thing. The only thing that stands in my way is a very buff badger in a butler's outfit.

Here's the deal. It's 90 degrees out, and the poor guy is overheating like crazy in that uniform. He's pissed about it. But here comes a young otter girl, topless, smiling.

"Hi there," I say, as charming as possible. "I need to show you my keycard, right?"

My top is still off, and my left hand is rummaging through my bag, finding the ID that isn't there. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him staring down at my chest. With all of this commotion I couldn't help but drop my top. This seemed to snap the guy out of his daze.

"H-here, let me get that." What a gentleman. He reached down and picked up the top.

"Oh thank you, dear!" I say, taking the top in my hand. I put my bag down and work on getting the garment on. "Care to give me a hand?" I turn around to let him tie it in the back for me. I can tell how he didn't want the show to end, but all parts must be covered on hotel property. That's pretty much the rule for any hotel. While I still have my back to him, I press my thonged butt against his crotch. Hard as a rock. Once he finished up I turn back to him, adjusting my suit. "Thanks hun! So the card?"

"Oh, no need, go right ahead!" He was all flushed, cute guy.

"Such a gentleman," I give him a wink, walking inside and giving his bicep a squeeze. I know, I'm a terrible person.

Once inside, I'm rewarded for my efforts. A perfectly clean stone floor surrounds an oval-shaped in-ground pool, stone as white as marble lining the bottom. Gorgeous palm trees and tropical flowers lined the property, with white beach chairs surrounding the beach. All around there were people in black slacks and t-shirts walking around with trays to collect the empty glasses of those around the pool. And the source of those glasses I scoped out immediately. Straight ahead of the entrance gate, there was a bar, a stone and wood countertop with shelves right behind, all covered from the harsh son by a white canopy. Walking towards it, I noticed a sign. All hotel patrons drink for free. Tips appreciated. Perfect.

I basked in the fruits of my trickery, lying by the pool in a luxury hotel, a free drink in my hand (well, I had to leave a tip, at least), and the admiring glances from more than a few furs.

After a bit of lazing about, I began to people watch from my chair. At a hotel this high-end, there's always the same crowd. Older business executives and rich families with spoiled children, mostly. However, there's one fur that catches my eye. Lying on my back, I spot a gorgeous girl walking out of the hotel. She was a cheetah, skinny, with long black hair. She had on a lime green two-piece, a white silk sarong over her hips. She walked along the path to the pool, and I watched as her hips swayed rather sensually with each step she took, tail swishing in flawless time. She looked around for an empty chair. Looking to either side of me, I noticed how both chairs were empty. Lucky for me, so did she.

She began strolling my way. Sure, there were other seats available, but she chose one next to me. She approached the one to my left, and I glanced her a little smile. She returned it, a sweet sexy gaze.

"Excuse me," a voice as smooth as velvet asked, "is this seat taken?" I bet she had an amazing singing voice; something like Billie Holiday, I hope. I looked up, gorgeous green eyes. The green top clung tight to her breasts, slightly bigger than mine, the obvious little bumps of her nipples poking out of her top. She's either cold or excited to see me. It was 93 degrees out that day. How can I refuse?

"Of course not," I answered back.

With that she took her sarong off, carefully placed it on the chair. I watched as she made her way off into the pool, giving me a display of her perky ass rocking back and forth with her hips, clothed in the tight bottoms. She stepped into the pool, and I watched as she dunked her head in, lifting it out to get a good cool-off. She walked out of the water, and laid back down on the chair next to me, its back reclined all the way. She let out a relieved sigh.

"Ah, that was perfect...is it always this hot here?" She said with a chuckle. "I'm Natalie." Such a gorgeous name.

"Sasha," I retorted, offering a paw. She took it, delicate fingers grasping with mine, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Sasha... I like it," she cooed. Her deep green eyes were partially obstructed by sexy half-open lids. She knew her way around a woman, that's for sure. She had me half-melted from just her eyes. "So what brings you to Miami?"

I opened my mouth to say something, as if I had an answer. If I had any thought of bedding this fine girl, I'd have to play the act. "Oh, um... just here on business."

"Oh, really?" Great, she was getting curious. "Where are you from?"

"D.C." That was part true; I grew up there before Florida.

The conversation went on like that for a while, me lying about my work and my stay in the hotel; her telling me what I suppose was the truth. I found out she was also on business, from Los Angeles, heading some advertising campaign. We talked for a good while, until about sunset. The pool deck was emptying out, until the last hotel goer made his way back up to his room. Sunlight was fading rather fast, and a cool breeze was working its way in.

"Hm, I think we should head in," Natalie chimed in at the feel of a rather strong gust. This wasn't good. I couldn't have her knowing I wasn't checked in. I had to act fast.

"Well, how about the hot tub?" I pointed over to the in ground tub, still bubbling and warm.

"Oh, seems fun! I haven't been in one in a while." She took my hand, walking us over to the bubbling goodness. Her touch was amazing, a simple yet exciting electric jolt. I watched as she stepped into the water, her form soothing and warming at the mere contact of the hot bubbles. I quickly followed suit, getting in and joining her contented sigh. I looked over at her, eyes closed and head tilted back, dreamy smile across her muzzle. I'd say she looked prettiest here.

Now, up to this point, we were both drinking quite a bit. This might explain what happened next.

"You know," she cooed, "I've always wanted to try something...." With that, I saw her hands move behind her back, skinny fingers undoing the strings behind her. With such subtle grace, her green top lifts off in her fingers, the wet garment finding its way to the side of the hot tub. The cheetah stretched her arms up, exposing her chest to anyone around, especially me. She had gorgeous supple breasts, creamy white underbelly fur covering them, black nipples like mine dotting the middle. She tried giving me a little smile, but wound up bursting into a cute fit of giggles. "Oh gods, never mind!" She reached back for her top, but I just had to stop her.

"No, wait!" I giggled back, undoing my own top straps, allowing it to slip free, my own slightly smaller tits exposed, black nipples rather erect, and not just from the breeze. I caught here staring quite a few times, so why not take it all the way? I move my paws down to my hips, watching Natalie go wide-eyed.

"You're not..." I lift my butt up, pulling my purple thong down, off my legs. I lift them up out of the water, dangling the dripping cloth in front of us both, tossing it with my top. "I can't believe you just did that! What if someone comes out?"

"No one will, don't worry!" I move my arm behind her along the edge of the hot tub. Natalie lets out a sigh, moving her hands down as well, lifting her hips up and pulling off her green bottoms, tossing them to the side. She seemed to relax after this, leaning her back against my arm. I heard her purr a bit. She tilted her head to me, that sexy and confident stare returning. I felt two fingers walk along my arm, getting closer to my shoulder.

"So, you're a rather great actress," she cooed in her velvety tone. "But I saw you flash those cute tits of yours to that big badger." I was caught, but I didn't think it was an issue. In fact, it was exciting as hell. That, and the fact that her hand reached my cheek, rubbing it tenderly with her thumb. Her muzzle reaches my neck, kissing along it. I lifted my head up to give her better access. I felt her other hand on my right thigh, moving up slowly. I spread my legs for her, feeling her hand trace up my inner thigh, those fingers reaching my black lower lips, teasing along my folds with two fingers. I let out a moan, closing my eyes.

"Mmm... you caught me... I hop around hotel pools, taking- oh, fuck...!- taking advantage of the pools and free bars." I bite my lips, murring at her touches. I open my eyes to meet hers staring at me already. We both exhale sensually, closing our eyes and pressing out lips against each other in a deep kiss, licking along each other's lips. Her fingers dive between my lower lips, tips along my hole, her thumb expertly teasing circles along my clit.

At this point I had to return the favor. I reached along her belly, rubbing down her toned and soft-furred body. Her body quivered as I went down lower, finally reaching her pink lips. I let out a moan, pressing my lips to hers again in a deep kiss.

We were a mirrored display of lesbian erotica. We were nude, eyes closed and tangling tongues with each other. Her and my right hands were at each other's cunts, the left rubbing the nipples, reaching our respective climaxes.

Natalie was first, surprisingly. Both of our hips were rolling in a build-up, our breaths and moans getting heavier. I felt her give my lower lip a little nip, let out a breathless moan, and her tight pussy gave my fingers a little quiver. Her body remained still for a moment while I felt a warm flow of juices, even in the warm water. She was a keeper. I kept rubbing through and after her cum, gently now, feeling my own climax approach. The feline knew I was close, so she added a pair of fingers inside. I felt her claws skillfully and gently rub me inside, arching those fingers upward, pumping them in and out. After just a few seconds of this, my climax washes over me, a high moan escaping from my lips.

We both breathe together in afterglow, holding each other close and kissing still. We were so comfortable together in the hot tub that we failed to notice someone walk into the patio, right in front of us. We sat there, holding each other, frozen, as the male ferret walked past, not even noticing us, before walking out to the beach for a nighttime stroll along the beach. The two of us looked at each other and let out a giggle, quickly picking up our wet suits and slipping them on, hopping out of the tub to find our stuff.

"You know..." Natalie turns to me and says, "if you don't wanna make the trip home, you can always spend the night in my room."

I give her a sly smile, returning her own sexy gaze, taking her hand and leading her into the building with a giggle. This was going to be a fun night.