I Want...
by Piper
mc; f; Mdom; mast; nosex
Haley froze in place as the thought struck her. She had just undone the bow at the nape of her neck and her blue bikini top had fallen forward. The lower tie was still in tact, so the top slid down along her ribs and settled around her hips like a belt of string. Since she was about to be a freshman in high school, Haley had spent the day working on her tan rather than swimming as she used to when her mother took them to the public pool. This was their third week coming here this summer and Haley's pale skin had acquired a healthy bronze glow. As her bikini top fell, Haley's breasts stood as a testament to her work. Vivid tan lines showed the progress that Haley had made over the past few weeks. In contrast to most of her sun-stained body, Haley's breasts were a delicate hills of white swelling out from her chest.
All of a sudden, Haley decided that she would rather stay in her bikini. She lifted her top up along her taut stomach and adjusted the bottom laces around her back. Before it could fall again, Haley pulled up on the upper straps and moved them behind her neck. She ducked forward so that her blonde hair hung freely around her face. With her neck clear, Haley retied the bow around her neck. She straightened up and made a few small adjustments to her bikini. She combed her hair back behind her shoulders with her fingers and almost dislodged the headphones enveloping her ears.
I want to go somewhere private, where no one can walk in on me.
There was no one else in the locker room but Haley felt that it would be better if she had a little more privacy. She walked around the row of lockers to the bathroom area on the opposite side. She passed a mirror and exchanged a vacant glance with the reflection before walking in further. She selected the farthest stall, stepped inside, and latched the door behind her. Haley stared at the toilet blankly. She did not need to go right now. It was beginning to occur to her that she did not have anything to do in the bathroom when another thought flashed through her mind.
I want to sit on the toilet and masturbate.
That explained why she had come into the stall. Haley sat down on the toilet seat. There was no lid, so she had to sit over the bowl of water. She did not pull down her bottoms first because she wanted to stay in her bikini. Once she was as comfortable as she could be, Haley spread her legs apart and reached her right hand under the black fabric of her bikini bottoms. She started out stroking the lips of her pussy, even pressing a little bit inside of herself. As seconds turned to minutes, though, Haley gave more and more attention to her clit, which swelled out as she grew more aroused.
“I'm sure you lovely ladies would be thrilled with them,” the man said smoothly. He had stepped out from an overhang as they had approached the entrance to the public pool and asked them to test a new product. He was dressed in business casual attire, which was very formal at a pool, and his hair was unkempt in a charming sort of way.
“So,” Haley's mother began, wanting to double check. “You just want us to wear them and then tell you how it felt?”
“Right,” the man confirmed. Patiently, he reiterated, “Wear them the whole time you're at the pool. They should keep water out of your ears while still letting you hear normally above the water. Don't take them off for the whole time. Even if you don't swim, I have to make sure the auditory functions work. When you leave, I'll take them back. After filling out a brief survey, you each get twenty dollars in your pocket.”
The man held out several devices. They looked like wireless headphones. A thin, metallic headband held together the two large earpieces. Each earpiece was big enough to completely cover an ear, with a rubbery seal on the outside to prevent water from getting in. The earpieces were metallic like the headband and the rubber was black. The man smiled a little sheepishly. “If I get enough support from surveys like yours, I can get backing from an investor and improve the design.”
Twenty dollars was twenty more than Haley had right now. She reached out and took the first headset.
Haley twisted on the toilet seat as she ground her fingers against her clit. She was breathing fast and trying to stifle the tiny whimpers of pleasure that jumped to her lips. She was getting close. So close. Both hands were under her bottoms now, trying to produce pleasure from every part of her sensitive skin. Her bottoms stretched as far as they could to allow her desperate fingers more room for stroking. Haley's face was flushed as she pushed her pussy further. It was so warm beneath her fingers. So sensitive. Haley curled her toes and locked her ankles together. So close. Rubbing faster. A little more... and she would... cum!
Haley's thoughts dissolved in the rush of pleasure that surged up through her body. She kept both hands pressed against her pussy, as if she could contain the orgasm that she had wrung out of herself. Haley hissed several times in quick succession as she stopped herself from crying out. She sagged back against the metal pipe behind the toilet. Its cool surface felt frigid against her hot skin. She stayed in that position for almost a minute as her breasts heaved with each steadying breath she took. When her breathing had returned to normal, Haley relaxed enough to pull her hands out of her bikini bottoms and basked in the fading glow of her orgasm.
I want to go outside.
Haley stood up. She had done what she had wanted to do; now it was time to go back outside. Her bottoms were halfway down her butt due to her efforts to fit both hands down the front. Unconsciously, Haley pulled the bottoms back up higher around her waist. After unlocking the stall, Haley stepped outside. She was greeted by her reflection, looking back at her with unfocused eyes. Unfazed by seeing her own vacant expression, Haley started walking toward the exit that would take her out to the pool. As she walked, she wiped her slightly sticky fingers on her tanned thigh.
I want to use the other exit instead and go to the white van.
Haley almost tripped as she began to turn mid-step. She really wanted to go look for a white van in the parking lot. Haley started walking in the opposite direction, towards the only other exit in the locker room. It had a sign that said “Emergency Exit Only – Alarm Will Sound” in red letters. Haley ignored the sign and pushed the door open. No alarm sounded and Haley did not pause to wonder at its absence. She stepped outside and blinked slowly a few times as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight.
A white van was parked almost directly next to the exit. The van had no windows in the rear, including the sliding door that opened as Haley approached. A man climbed out of the dark interior and watched her approach. He eyed her fit body with a greedy expression and Haley returned his gaze with her own empty stare. Her thoughts were not active enough to recognize him as the man who had given her the headphones she was wearing now. The man offered no greeting and instead raised a wireless microphone to his mouth. A red light at the base was barely visible in the bright sunlight.
“You want to get into the back of the van,” the man said into the microphone without taking his eyes off of Haley.
I want to get into the back of the van.
Haley walked past the man without another glance and climbed inside. Inside there was a small table bolted to the floor with two monitors secured to the van's interior wall. There was some kind of equipment on the table with wires rising up and connecting to the monitors. The left screen was divided into four panels and in each panel there was a different video feed from the girls' locker room. The shots changed every few seconds so there were more than four different angles. Even some wide-angle views of the pool popped up as the camera feeds cycled on the screen. Several of the shots included the covered tables, where Haley's mother was idly reading a magazine while wearing her own set of headphones. The right-hand monitor showed a single video feed. It was displaying an aerial view of the bathroom stall where Haley had apparently put on a show.
The shifting videos made no impression on the entranced teen. Haley did not even recognize her mother's image when it appeared in one of the segments of the left screen. Hunching to avoid bumping her head on the ceiling, Haley moved further back into the van. There was a thin mattress stretched out on the floor. Haley sat down on the mattress, tucking her legs underneath her, and stared out placidly towards the front of the van.
“You want to go to sleep.”
I want to go to sleep.
Haley used one hand to lower herself down onto the mattress until she was resting on her side. The mattress was not comfortable but Haley felt very tired and her eyes were already closing. She curled up protectively, drawing her knees up closer to her chin as her breathing slowed. Her eyes closed as the man stepped into the van and pulled the sliding door closed behind him.
“We'll leave soon, sweetie,” the man told Haley's sleeping form. He stroked the teen's side, from her ribs to her hip. She stirred briefly, without waking, before settling back down and curling into a tighter ball. The man pressed two keys on the keyboard lying on the table and the right-hand monitor shifted to display a view of the pool. Then, the man twisted a dial on the shaft of his microphone.
“You want to go to the locker room.”
In the shallow end of the pool, a petite girl stood up. Water swirled around her waist, her thighs, her knees, as she walked into shallower waters. She stepped over the lip of the pool and out onto the hot cement. The girl, who was small for a ten-year-old, did not flinch as her bare soles fell on the sun-baked surface. Her expression remained mild and her eyes were unfocused as she walked away from the splashing children behind her. The water that trickled down the subtle curves of her body quickly beaded into individual drops on her pale skin. The sun had kissed her nose and each of her cheeks with spots of red that would probably peel if she did not apply a moisturizer after she went inside.
“I wouldn't want you to be lonely,” the man said, back in the van. He gave Haley a playful swat on her butt. The sleeping girl did not react and the man chuckled before returning his attention to the monitor. “So, we're going to take your sister with us.”