Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author's notes: This story is only for the one's who appreciate lesbian erotic stories and are of legal age wherever they live. I'f you don't fit in under any of the two above, please stop read now. Keywords: lesbian, voyeurism, exhibitionism, group, anal Sandy's fantasies by Sandy Chapter 11. Checking in They all woke to the voice of the pilot, announcing that they would land in less than 30 minutes. "Did you sleep ok, girls?" Christina asked from across the aisle. "I know I did, anyway" Emily replied, smiling at Julia's mother. The 42-year-old was as black-haired as her daughter and had the same delicious lips. All the sex with the stewardesses and the three orgasms had made Emily sleep like a log for the last three hours of the trip and she felt quite rested. Still, it was only 03:30 in the morning for them and Julia, known for her bad morning temper, just grunted with half-closed eyes. The plane landed smoothly and they all gathered up their things. Cathy and Anne stood by the exit to say goodbye to the passengers. "I hope you are satisfied with our services" Cathy said winking at Emily. "You did a fantastic job" Evelyn replied, oblivious about the fact that what the beautiful blonde stewardess really meant was the services she had performed between Evelyn's youngest daughter's legs, not more than three and a half hour ago. Emily blushed. "I'm also very pleased," she said in a low voice. Anne stood beside Cathy, avoiding eye contact with Emily. She felt very embarrassed about last night's events. After Emily left them she had ended up naked on the floor. The self-confident, previously 100 %-straight 42-year-old mother-of-three had equaled Emily's number of orgasms and they had all been given to her by Cathy. The blonde lesbian had produced a strap-on dildo from nowhere and proceeded to pump Anne both in her pussy and anus, fucking her like a man would. Cathy knew that, from now on, she would have easy access to Anne's pussy every time she wanted to. * They passed the passport control and headed for the luggage claim. Julia and Olivia were barely awake and the two mothers, both more experienced in traveling across the Atlantic, also looked a bit sleepy. Emily, on the other hand, was wide-awake and filled with excitement, partly because she loved to go abroad and partly from the tingling in her stomach thinking back to last night. The way the blonde stewardess had eaten her, when she sat in the plane seat next to her sister, had been out of this world. "Calm down, Emily" Olivia mumbled. "Save some of the perkiness for the rest of the week." "Well excuse me for being in a good mood" the 16-year-old replied, teasing her big sister. "Take it easy, girls" their mother said behind them. "Concentrate on getting your bags instead". In ten minutes they had their suitcases and headed for the exit. The local time was 10:30 in the morning and a clear blue sky and a pleasant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius greeted them. They quickly found a space wagon-cab and gave the driver the name of the hotel. The French cabdriver adjusted the rear-view mirror to get a better look at his passengers. 'Typical over class mother-daughter tourists' was his stereotype opinion. 'But they sure look hot' he added to himself and began to think dirty thoughts. * Half an hour later they stopped outside the entrance of the luxurious hotel. The driver had been fantasizing about being paid with group-sex in the backseat, and his hard-on was clearly visible through his pants when he removed the luggage from the trunk. "Looks like we've already given your dirty mind a big tip" Evelyn said when she paid him and gave the driver no more than the actual fee. The driver's face became bright red. He quickly jumped into his car and drove away. "You always know just what to say" Julia said, looking admiringly at Evelyn. "I'm just tired of guys seeing women as sex-objects" Evelyn replied. Emily paid no notice to what they were saying. She was busy doing just what her mother had reacted against as her eyes followed three blond women in their early twenties walking past them towards the entrance of the hotel. They had on identical shorts and t-shirts and looked very fit and sexy. 'Must be some sort of athletics-team' Emily thought to herself as she watched three pairs of firm buttocks disappear into the lobby. The luxurious hotel was built into a slope that led down to the fabulous beach. This made the floor were the lobby was number three. The floors became more and more narrow the higher up you got, making the balconies, one for each room, push out from under the balcony above. The top floor, number six, consisted of one large suite and four smaller ones, made for the really rich guests. The rest of the rooms, in all 71, could be changed from 1 to 4 beds, depending on the number of guests. About a third of the two bottom floors held a large, very popular, nightclub, always packed with tourists as well as locals. The hotel had specialized on offering training camp-solutions for various kinds of athletes and therefore also had an indoor hall and a fitness-center. In front of the hotel was a large park, with bushes and palm trees, containing four clay courts for tennis. The large outdoor pool behind the hotel was in direct connection to the ocean and behind the pool a private sand beach stretched out. They all entered the lobby and walked towards the check-in counter. Behind it, a pretty, very French looking, black-haired woman in her early twenties were talking on the phone. The woman put the phone down and gave them a warm welcome-smile. Her nametag read Emanuelle. "How may I help you?" she asked in a friendly voice. Evelyn and Christina started the check-in procedure and Emily curiously looked around the lobby. To her right, there were stairs and elevators, and to her left the three blondes had joined two teammates. The five of them were sitting around a table talking. Suddenly one of them, a tall, very Scandinavian looking blond haired beauty in her late twenties, looked straight at Emily and smiled. Emily blushed and turned back to the girl behind the counter. She had just started to talk about all the hotel had to offer. Emily felt the now very familiar surge in her stomach. "Who are the athletic-looking women over by the tables?" she asked Emanuelle as calmly as possible. The pretty receptionist turned to look at Emily. "It's the national handball champions of Norway. They're here to play the second game of the Champions league final against the French champions tonight." "No-one plays handball back home" Olivia said looking at the Norwegian players with some interest. Hanne, the blonde beautiful 27-year-old captain of the team, had immediately spotted the cute teenagers and their mothers when they entered the lobby. She was a lesbian, a quite regular occurrence among female handball players, and the youngest of the teenagers, an extremely pretty, blonde girl with a fantastic body, had peaked her interest. She turned back to her friends. "I wouldn't mind switching that girl for my medal tonight" she said with a smile. The woman next to her, a dark-haired, 31-year-old, 9-meter player named Cecilie, looked at the newcomers, standing by the reception. She wasn't as lesbian as her roommate Hanne but every once in a while, the urge to do some pussy eating overcome her. The girl next to the one Hanne was talking about, obviously an older sister around twenty, looked towards them and said something. The roundness of the girl's breasts under the tight top looked really hot and the girl's firm ass was nicely tucked into a pair of designer jeans. "Then I'll take her sister" Cecilie said jokingly and smiled back at Hanne. Emanuelle had gone back to describing the hotel. The young woman worked part-time as a receptionist and part-time as a masseuse and talked enthusiastically about the free massage that was available for the guests. "That sounds good" Emily said. "Are there any times available today?" Emanuelle knew to appreciate a beautiful body and this girl's anatomy was fantastic. "Actually there is one in an hour," she quickly said, knowing that her friend Mylène would be willing to change shifts with her. Emanuelle booked Emily's massage on the computer and then continued. "We also have a well-equipped fitness-center and every guest has free entrance to the nightclub which I highly recommend. The passes I gave you is the ticket to everything and here are the keys to you rooms," she said handing them four magnetic cards. "There are two keys for each room and you'll be in 507 and 509, two floors up. * They took the elevator to the 5th floor and easily found their rooms. Christina and Evelyn, now feeling tired, disappeared into 507 for a few hours of sleep. Emily went through the door to 509, behind the two other girls, and looked around. The small hallway had a door to the left that led into a nice bathroom with a tub and a shower. To the right there were closets and straight ahead the room opened up into a rectangular, spacious area. They continued on into it and found a double bed to the left and a single bed to the right. A table and four comfortable chairs stood by the large windows and a glass door was leading out onto the balcony. Olivia and Julia put their luggage onto the double bed and immediately went outside to check the scenery. Emily sat down on the single bed. She couldn't forget about the way the handball player had been looking at her. She had never before realized how attractive she seemed to be to older women that were into girls. The look on the blonde's face had been similar to the stewardesses' last night. 'I'm like a regular babe magnet' she thought and couldn't help but giggle. "What's so funny?" Julia asked returning from the balcony. "Oh, nothing" Emily said innocently. "We're going to the beach" Julia continued and pulled her sweater over her head. "Do you want to come?" Emily's eyes were immediately drawn to the round breasts tucked into the push-up bra. "I've got my massage in 45 minutes" she said as Julia pulled down her jeans to reveal a pair of firm buttocks and a cotton-covered crotch. "That's right" Olivia said, also walking back into the room. "You can join us later if you like. The hotel beach is not that large". Julia had opened her suitcase and put her bikini on the bed. "Maybe I will" Emily said with her mind focused on Julia's breasts, just being released from the bra. The nipples looked absolutely delicious and Emily felt her pussy getting moist. Julia quickly fastened the bikini top and then started to slide her panties down over her long legs. When she bent down to pull the panties off her feet her buttocks slightly parted and revealed two delicious pussylips and a pink little anus. 'Shit, that's beautiful' Emily thought. She started to feel really horny again. Olivia stood on the other side of the bed, watching her little sister curiously as she also changed into her bikini. Emily had been acting strange the last couple of days and now she seemed to be checking Julia out, seemingly staring at the black-haired girl's butt. Julia pulled up the bikini bottom and turned. "Is something wrong with Julia's bikini, Emily?" Olivia said teasingly. "You're staring at it". Emily blushed and looked angry. "I wasn't staring," she said nervously. "My mind must have been somewhere else". The two 19-year-olds grabbed their beach gear and headed towards the door. 'Could Emily really be attracted to Julia?' Olivia thought. She felt strangely excited about the idea of Julia and her pretty 3 years younger sister together. Emily was left alone with her thoughts. She leaned back against the wall and her mind went back to the Norwegian athletes. They had looked so fit and beautiful, almost Amazon-like. She pictured the three firm asses from outside earlier and the urge to touch herself became stronger and stronger. She pulled up her top over her head and unhooked her bra. Just when she was about to touch her erect nipples the door suddenly opened and Julia reappeared. "I forgot my sunglasses..." the black-haired girl said and then stopped. Emily was still sitting on the bed but now she was topless and a pair of perfectly shaped teenage breasts immediately caught her attention. Olivia's younger sister's cheeks had become bright red. "I was just going to hit the shower" she quickly said and rose from the bed. "You don't need my permission for that" Julia said with a smile and headed for her handbag. 'God, those breasts are fabulous,' she thought to herself as the blonde disappeared into the bathroom. Through the door Emily heard Julia leave again. 'That was close,' she thought. 'If Julia had entered just a few minutes later she probably would have found me naked on the bed masturbating.' Her aroused mind started to picture the possibilities that would have opened with that scenario. 'Get a grip,' she said out loud. * She went back into the hotel room and decided not to pursue her urges to masturbate. She quickly changed into a tight t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans and went out to explore the hotel for half an hour, before going to the massage. She took the elevator to the bottom floorm, but it only held hotel rooms. She went up the stairs to the next floor and found a large indoor sports-hall. She pressed down the handle of the door that led into the changing rooms but it was locked. Instead she continued along the hallway and turned right around a corner. In front of her was the entrance to the nightclub. It was dark inside and the sign said "Open 22-06". Emily was to young to get in to most clubs back home and looked forward to come here later tonight. She was sure that Olivia and Julia would be keen to join her. To the right of the nightclub, the stairs led up to the third floor where she knew the lobby was. She climbed them and came up to just beside the reception. Another young woman had replaced Emanuelle behind the counter. On the other side was a door that led out to a fabulous sun drenched terrace. She decided to buy a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice at the bar and go outside to sit down for a while. She went over to the bar and didn't notice Hanne and Cecilie, as they silently moved up behind her. When Emily turned, Hanne had positioned herself just right for her purpose. The young girl's hand collided with the woman's breasts and the juice spread out all over the front of Hanne's t-shirt. "Oh! I'm s-s-so sorry!" the terribly embarrassed girl stuttered and thought she was going to die when she saw who she had bumped into. "Don't worry about it" Hanne said with a clearly Scandinavian accent. "It was my fault. Let us buy you another one." Without waiting for a reply she took Emily by the arm and headed for the terrace while Cecilie went to order more juice. Emily started to regain her composure. She couldn't believe how lucky she had been to get an opportunity to talk to these beautiful women. They found and empty table outside and sat down. The wet t-shirt clung to the woman's chest and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Emily couldn't help but stare at the nipples, clearly visible through the wet fabric. "Just let me change" the woman said and reached into the small gym bag that she was carrying. She brought out a fresh t-shirt and then, to Emily's absolute delight, she pulled the wet t-shirt over her head. The naked breasts bounced delightfully in front of the horny 16-year-old's eyes, but in a few seconds a t-shirt again covered them. "I'm Hanne and this is Cecilie," the woman said to her friend, now joining them. Cecilie was carrying three glasses of orange juice on a tray. "I'm Emily". "Well, sweet Emily, what brings you here then?" Hanne said with a smile. Emily proceeded to talk about their trip and her mother's birthday that was due the day after tomorrow. They were supposed to go into the larger town nearby to celebrate that evening. Emily's father had booked a table on a luxurious ship in the large marina. The boat had a 5-star-restaurant and every night it took the wealthy passengers on a short sightseeing tour, while they enjoyed their meal on the deck. "Sounds like fun to do an all-girl-trip like that" Cecilie said. Emily guessed the Norwegians age to be around thirty. She had a pleasant voice, dark, semi-long, hair pulled back behind her ears and mysterious brown eyes. "What about you, guys?" Emily continued looking shyly into Hanne's eyes. "Will you win tonight?" "So you know about handball," Hanne asked curiously. "No, but the receptionist told us that you were going to play some final tonight. We don't have handball back home, just basket and soccer and that kind of stuff." Emily felt a little bit surer of herself now and she really enjoyed talking to the two women. "We could get you tickets as a birthday gift to your mom, if you like" Hanne suggested, looking expectantly at the adorable young girl. "That would be so great!" Emily said with excitement in her voice. "No problem. We're going to eat in the hotel restaurant after the game and then you could join us, hopefully celebrating in the nightclub later on." Hanne continued, happy that the young girl had swallowed the bait so easily. This would hopefully be a night to remember. "I can't wait to tell the others," Emily said. She was really looking forward to party with the women. She suddenly looked at her arm watch. "Oh! I have a massage appointment in five minutes." "It's time for us to start prepare for the game anyway" Hanne said, a bit jealous of the fact that someone other than her soon would get to touch the magnificent body in front of her. "We'll leave the tickets at the reception. "What's your room number?" "509" Emily replied. They said goodbye and Emily went back into the lobby. She turned left and headed towards the fitness center where she knew the massage was.