Author's Note

Ms. April's

Previous Chapter: Preparation

Next Chapter: In the Changing Room

Taking a Plunge: 2

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“I really could use a bath, right about now!” I ponder.

“Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I walk through the lobby.

The room is well lit, as the sunlight is flooding the room from overhead; the lobby is practically an Aquarium, or possibly a Terrarium. Glass permitting the sun to shine down on the reception and the girl standing behind the counter, right along with me as I am stepping in to approach her.

“Hi, Miss April!” the girl behind the counter exclaims.

“Hi, Rose..” I respond, as I am walking up to the counter.

Rose is wearing a Sapphire blue skirt and matching top, as the uniform requires. While she is staying clear of the pool behind the counter; this uniform had been designed by Rarity with the intent of being waterproof, in order to counter the eventuality.

“Press the palm of your right hand onto the plaque, before you step in!” she exclaims.

“Thank you, Rose..” I respond; as I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of my hand onto the plaque; gently pressing it down, as I am spreading my fingers in order to confirm.

The door behind and to the right of Rose slides up before me and I am stepping past her in order to enter.

Just as I had cleared the threshold, the door slides shut behind me soundlessly.

"Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I walk along the hall; only stopping at the door to the changing room, at the end of the hall.

I am lifting my right hand and extend it onto the plaque, gently pressing down and spread my fingers in order to open the door to the girls’ changing room; only to step into the room as the doors eagerly slide up before me, before they close behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

“I am in need of a bath, right about now..” I ponder, giggling to myself.

I continue up to the last door on my left, pulling the door up and slip into the small room behind the door; permitting the door to close behind me, just before I am sitting down on the wooden seat on the opposite wall.

White oak-wood, coated with crystal-clear Silicone; protecting the wood from the water, sure to stain the wood if not protected.

The floor had been laid with black marble, polished to a high gloss finish; lending an air of class and comfort, to the changing room in which I had entered.

Behind me, the walls had been laid with a pink cherry-wood; coated with the same crystal-clear Silicone, to preserve the fine wood.

Since I am sitting down in the privacy of the small room, I slip my heels off of my feet right and left; enjoying the added comfort, the liberation of my feet is offering me. I place the heels to the right, out of the way.

I unzip the jacket, before I pull it of; hanging it over my heels. Now I am unbuttoning my blouse carefully, button by button; from the top down, before I slip out of it and hang it beside the jacket.

Momentarily, I am standing up, slipping my hands in under my skirt; slipping my hands down in order to slip the skirt off of me, before I step out of it and hang it beside my skirt.

While I am still standing, I pull the top up over my head; leaving it on the same hanger as the blouse, for convenience. I do not want to have too many hangers side by side, after all. Why? what’s the point.

I continue by pushing my panties down, stepping out of them right and left; only to pull my socks off of my feet, while I am at it. Just that I slip the socks in the respective heel; since they will stay dry and easy to find, when I go home.

Finding myself nude, aside from the swim-suit I had been wearing under my casual cloves I had been wearing while I walked in here.

Now I am extracting a pair of skin-tight, crystal-clear gloves, slipping them on right and left; before I am extracting a pair of matching ankle-socks, slipping them on in preparation for taking a dip in the pool.

With the undressing and changing out of the way, I take a step forwards; pushing the door up, stepping out of what is now my changing-room for the occasion. The door slams shut behind me, as I step out; with merely a soft thud, on the account of the crystal-clear Silicone coating the door and thus muffling the undesired noise.

Of course, I had chosen this changing-room; not just because it is closest to the door to the showers, but for a rather different reason on the account on the interior layout. More precisely, the ventilation.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak!” is heard, as I am walking over to the door to the shower.

The two crystal-clear twin-doors quietly slide up, as I approach the entrance to the shower and I step in; then the door slide shut behind me, as I had cleared the threshold.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I walk over to the first shower.

Just as I am stepping in, into the shower; I feel warm water washing down over my body, growing warmer as the flow slowly thickens. Moment by moment, the water is growing hotter until it is just right.

I largely just stand still, in the shower; enjoying it, and myself for several minutes.

As I finally do step out of the shower, the flow of water subsides. Once I had turned my back on the water, turning towards the door; the shower had stopped entirely.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” is heard, as I walk up to the door before me.

With these socks on, I can’t slip as I am walking over the white, ceramic tile the floor had been laid with. The same smooth white tile covering the floor and walls in the shower I had just left behind me.

Surprisingly enough, the water otherwise making the ceramic tiles slippery; now acts as a manner of adhesive, making the soles of my feet stick to the floor, accounting for the great traction aiding my balance.

This effect had chocked me, the first time I tried these socks on; the first time, I had been by this pool. Since then, I have grown to like and enjoy this effect; to the point where I find it exciting, leaving me slightly moist just thinking of it.

I take the right side, as I am walking over to the adult section and step into the warm pool; enjoy soaking in the water, only reaching me to my waist. While I am soaking comfortably in the water, I find myself growing wetter as I am relaxing.

“Aaah..” I ponder.

I just sit by the side of the pool, enjoying myself; where I sit, emerged in the warm water.

“Time for a dip in the real pool, I need to make a move..” I mumble, as I climb out of the water, emerging onto the side of the pool a moment later.

The time in the warm water had been well spent, I had enjoyed myself; all my muscles relaxed, as I had been relaxing. Sitting in this small pool is integral to my visit; leaving me relaxed and excited, in a manner I could never have been without, the dip in the warm water in direct contact of the visit.

While I am relaxed, I find myself more excited; though I guess that is aiding the goal, I had set out for myself here. In the excited state, the pheromones are released. Somehow, this alone is exciting.

I walk over to the larger swimming pool, stepping in, taking the plunge.

< --- Minutes Later --- >

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As I had enjoyed the splash, swimming in the pool; I step up, out of the pool and strut along the side of the pool on my way back to the changing room.

If I have your attention, I am not letting on; yet, I I am enjoying it to the fullest right now.

It’s just the state I am in; enjoying the attention, your eyes glued to me as I am strutting over to the changing room. Should I have been taking a shower, slipping the swimming suit off of me? Why?

I slip into the changing room unhindered, stepping past the shower; ”Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard as I approach the door to my cubicle in which my clothes are stored.

As I reach the door, I pull it open; stepping in and close the door behind myself, quietly waiting as I am listening for the noises outside.

I sniff the air, examining my surrounding.

While I wait, I am extracting a set of oral tubes; once more opening the door, moving towards the next door, only stopping to sniff the air.

Quiet.

”Pant, pant, pant” I hear; bending over, slipping the first tube in under the door to the girl behind the door.

”Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard; as I am moving over to the next door, repeating the process.

One door at a time, considering who is behind; waiting, awaiting the proffered gift, I have in my hand.

One girl, two girls, three girls, four girls, five girls and finally six girls. I had selected these individual girls with care; picking the once I find more exciting, both in appearance and reaction.

I can not see them directly behind the opaque door, of course.
How could I?

I just bend over, going down onto my knees; when I find the girl giving me the more exciting reaction, peaking in to see her as I slip the tube in under her door.

I know there are boys, in the next changing room over. Slipping in, into the quiet room; sniffing and listening, to see which room to approach. Offering these boys a gift of the proffered tube.

Once I had slipped the last of the oral tubes in under the door, I walk back to the girls’ changing room, returning to my room.

Once in my room, I am extracting the anal tube; stepping out of my room, closing the door behind me carefully. Not that the door is loud or noisy; I just don’t want to make even this much noise, announcing my arrival. I do not which to be approached or intercepted.

Why? Should I hope for you to peak out, in order to see me? Should I?

The girl behind the door is quiet, even if I know she is still panting excitedly.

Maybe she had not noticed it, or realized how the inserted oral tube is effectively muting her as it slips into her mouth; or she had consciously accepted the effect, accepting and appreciating the gift I had offered her.

At least, she is not screaming at the top of her lungs. Just as she is not acting in panic by any other means.

I lean forwards, as I go down onto my knees; slipping the anal tube in under her door, offering her the second step. Like this, I continue; extending the second tube to each of the girls and boys, I had selected.

Naturally, I am offering the third and final tube; completing the gift, in the hopes she or he will be enjoying what I had so generously offered.

”Had she rejected my offer, I could have picked it up; offering it to the next to catch my fancy..” I ponder.

Once I had made the third and final round, I return to my room; picking up a lubricant, formulated to the situation.

Of course, I know the girl had heard me walking over the floor, stopping by her door; just as she must have noticed the tube I had slipped in under her door, she had not left it behind the door as I return.

< --- Miss Tress --- >

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I am still excited, as I finish undressing; preparing to step out to have a shower, as I am noticing something is slipping in under the door to my room.

”Curious..” I ponder, panting hard.

”What is that?” I mumble, as I reach for the crystal-clear tube slipped in under my door.

As I am finally picking it up, still panting hard in excitement; I notice it is a Silicone tube, intended for oral insertion.

Maybe I should have taken a step back, even if I do accept the proffered item before me; waiting to see what happens, before I am acting upon what I see before me.

Yet, I could not quite help myself; but find myself slipping the tube in between my lips, only to find the smooth surface quite slippery as my lips contract around the material. I feel the material press out against the inside of my mouth, caressing my tongue as it is slipping in.

Just that it is not pressing my tongue down, as one would have been expecting; merely coating the inside of my mouth, including my tongue with the thin layer of crystal-clear Silicone. Furthermore, it is muting me; as I can no longer hear the sounds, of my panting.

Despite myself, I only find this even more exciting.

”She accepted my offer, so I guess she is enjoying it right now!!” I hear her exclaiming, as she stops before my door, kneeling to see if the tube had been accepted; I can see the anal tube slipping in under my door, then she is rising to her feet and I can hear the squeaking of her steps as she continues towards the next door.

She is extending her offer to another girl. Not that it is bothering me right now. Maybe I am just too excited by what she had just offered me?

I had never seen or heard of these tubes, let alone owned one; never knowing, I were to enjoy the use of one inserted. In myself, or someone else.

While I had seen the tube slipping into my field of vision, I had never really seen her hand; I had no idea who she is. Should this have been bothering me?

Right now, I am just excited; excited by the secret encounter, like a mistress eagerly expecting the promised excitement. What had she promised me, this far? While she had said nothing, the gift given implies it had been intended for use. At least, it is how I had Reacted.

I have precious little time to think and consider, considering the raising excitement stirring within me right now.

She had excited me, by default; even without even seeing her, or hearing her voice. She had spread the excitement, while she was swimming; just as my close proximity, to the small changing room that is hers.

If I had been interested in girls, or been looking for a girl is irrelevant now; she is the target of my excitement, even if I had been excited in general as well.

As excited as she had made me, the excitement only mounts as I slip the tube into my mouth; no point in denying it, I had even been expecting it. Or, so I am assuming now as the tube is coating the inside of my mouth.

I had been slow, cautious at first; slipping the tube in between my lips and into my mouth. The smooth Silicone and the ensuing excitement is spurring me on, as I am sitting behind the door in my intimate changing room for one.

Parting my lips, slowly licking my lips now as I am awaiting what I had been assuming is bound to come. I am not disappointed; as the next tube is slipping in under the door, my door. A crystal-clear Silicone tube. The anal counterpart of the oral one already in my mouth.

Excitement mounting, building up within me.

I pick up the crystal-clear tube with trembling fingers, ready to scream; yet, no sound is passing my lips. I find this exciting and exhilarating in a scary kind of way, I could not quite confess to enjoying. Yet, I can not deny how I feel, how it is making me feel right now.

I am desired. Someone likes me.

As I had been leaning forwards, in order to reach the tube sliding in under the door; I lean backwards and part my legs in anticipation, before I am slipping the anal tube into place as intended. I find the slippery and smooth Silicone sliding in, as I find myself contracting at contact; pushing the tube in slowly, while the tube eagerly enters me from behind.

”Ooh, ooh, ooh..” I exclaim, no sound coming over my lips; “ooh, ooh, ooh..” I continue; “ooh, ooh, ooh!” I repeatedly exclaim, in overt and obvious excitement building up within me.

Mute and excited, I now find myself perfectly poseable, where I sit in my room, waiting for the next delivery. The third and final tube I know is coming. She would not leave me here, hanging in midair? Would she?

While I can not be certain, but what would be the fun; leaving me hanging, perpetually excited, excitable no end. Helplessly waiting for what is to come? I have no idea, I can not focus on anything but what is before me right now.

Naturally, the third tube is sliding in under my door and I lean forwards, now panting; with trembling fingers, I pick up the promised gift I had been waiting for.

She steps back, continuing on her round; delivering the gift to each girl she had just visited. Right along with half a dozen boys in the room behind me.

Right now, I do not know, I do not care; I merely focus on what is before me: the vaginal tube, she had just given me. She had given it to me, right? She is not coming back; just to pull it out of me, once inserted into me?

My legs still spread wide open, I sit with my legs open and inviting; only slipping the tube into my now soaking wet vagina. Feeling myself contract, stiffen up as the crystal-clear Silicone the tube had been crafted out of touch my bare skin. As my fingers still tremble, with the excitement I experience; I struggle to slip the tube inside, into my vagina. Slipping it in between the petals of my orchid, feeling it slip in eagerly under my guidance; inch by inch, as I find myself grow tighter and stiffer the further the tube slides in.

As the tube can reach no further, into my vagina; it plops with a distinct, yet exciting pinch and is holding itself securely into place. If I could pull it out and extract it; I could do so, only with great focus if I had truly wanted to pull it out in the first place. Right now, I do not. I do not even try.

Why? Why bother?

I like it where it is. It is exciting to me.

How and why, I do not know; does it matter, when I enjoy it.

How would she react, upon finding out I had extracted it? She had offered it to me, so generously; I could not refuse, or even consider not slipping it in right away.

Once I had slipped in the third and final tube, into my vagina; I can but sit and wait, in breathless anticipation.

Of course, she does come; just a few minutes later, finding me where I sit, with my legs still wide open. Had I forgotten them, or had I merely failed to close them; once I had slipped the tube in, thus leaving me open for her to play with as she sees fit.

As the door is pushed up, she steps into the room wearing nothing but her swim-suit; only carrying a tube of lubrication with her, into my room. The door slams shut behind her, quietly; just as she had entered the room, slowly approaching me.

I can clearly see her sniffing the air in my room, a smile spreading onto her face; showing her appreciating my position, where she finds me waiting in breathless anticipation.

Once the door is closed behind her, she is taking a final step towards me; before she places the can of lubrication on the seat to my right, before she promptly slips out of her suit.

”Oo-oo-ooh..” I mouth, in excitement, soundlessly leaving my mouth agape, in awe of the girl before me.

I can clearly seethe signs of the tube inserted into her vagina, securely embedded within her; she is highly excited and soaking wet, as am I. How could I not be?

”In public?” I ponder, as it is hitting home what she intends to do; only I find this even more exciting to me, as it turns out.