Quickly grabbing our towels and toiletries we headed off to one of the quieter washrooms, holding hands and trying not to run.The male block was empty...so we quickly got into one of the larger booths turned the water onto hot and undressed. Stepping under the spray with Paula I kissed her and started to soap her carefully all over as she did likewise with me. I loved the way her nipples sprang to life at the softest touch and the soft gasps she gave when I rubbed my soap covered palms over them.. She held the tissue tight between her legs, scooted off the couch, and hurried toward the hall. There was indeed a dark spot on the couch cushion with little blobs of white in it.He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting his post-come coma have its way with him.“Here.”He snorted as her voice startled him out of a half doze, and saw her holding a damp washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other. When he accepted the warm washcloth, she draped the towel over the arm of the couch near him,. When he stood upright again she asked,“What’s your name?”“Frank.” He answered in a word. “Yeah you are aren’t you?”“Not usually so much but…”“There’s something about me,” she finished for him. “And we know what that something is too since you put it so eloquently earlier.”Frank was becoming noticeably uncomfortable with the conversation.“Here’s the question Frank. Do you have any tattoos?”“No mam.”“None at all, and please call me Ada. We’re way past formalities here.”“Nah I was never into that. "Let's get wet for a while." With that, she dove into the pool. I followed quickly, and when I surfaced, she was standing in the shallow end, looking at me, and facing the sun. I think it was one of those wonderful "weird sun" days. I shook the water from my head and looked at her. Pointing straight out at me from her chest were the very large, bright red colored part of her boobs, and a very dark shadowy patch between her legs. Her swimsuit had become almost transparent when it was wet and she.