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Subject: RETRY -- Kathryn's 3rd Massage Pt. I (F/F)
Date: 27 Jun 1997 13:38:25 GMT
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WARNING. This erotic fiction is for adults only. Don't read any further
unless you are one.
KATHRYN'S THIRD MASSAGE (PART I)
Kathryn had had two very positive experiences at the massage parlor, and
had been looking forward to her third visit for weeks. She had begun to
think of it as her monthly treat, her reward for putting up with life's
little problems and frustrations. She had begun feeling more vital, more
sensual. Of course last time things had gone too far -- way too far. Not
that it had been her fault. She had been put at a disadvantage and seduced
far beyond her personal limits. Not that anything had happened, really --
already she had minimized the event in her own mind. The fact that she had
been worked into a sexual lather by a young man whom she had never before
met, and had had one of the most intense orgasms of her life under his
talented hands was already becoming less a part of her personal reality.
She had felt guilty, but less so as the weeks passed. After all, it was
only a massage that had gotten a little out of hand.
When the day finally arrived, she was both relieved and disappointed to
learn that the young man who had given her such excellent service last time
was no longer available, having graduated from college. However, Jane, the
woman who had introduced her to the pleasures of
massage -- at least some of them -- was there, . Once again, Kathryn was
taken to the dressing
room and invited to disrobe. This time, she didn't think twice about it.
She just wanted to lay
down and have someone go to work on her.
"So I hear you missed me last time," Jane said once the rubdown began.
Kathryn lay
facedown on the familiar table, a thick white towel carelessly draped over
her hips. There may
have been an unspoken question in her voice, or Kathryn may have just
imagined one; in any case she murmured a non-committal yes. Jane continued
to massage her shoulders and upper back in silence for a few more minutes,
then continued. "So how was he?"
"Oh, he was fine," Kathryn answered, hoping to sound blase about it.
"That's good," Jane answered simply. The massage continued down her lower
back, then
to the soft, sensitive flesh just above the divide of her buttocks.
Rubbing there had always had a
sexually stimulating effect on her, and her previous two visits had
predisposed her body to respond in just that way. As the other woman
smoothed the oil into her soft skin there, Kathryn once again began feeling
the first stirrings of sexual arousal. This time, however, she would be on
her guard. Not that Jane would try anything like the last one. After all,
Jane was a woman, and would respect her limits more. But the other woman's
touch seemed to linger there, feeling so nice.
It felt even nicer when she lightly rubbed the hot oil between Kathryn's
buttocks, then
firmly massaged the very tip of her tailbone. An investigatory fingertip
slid down across the
sensitive pucker of her anus, and the corner of Kathryn's mouth curled up
in a smile despite her
surprise. She was about to make some kind of joke to warn the masseuse
against taking such
liberties, but when the touch did not repeat itself, she thought better of
it. Instead, she just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations the other woman
was creating across her bottom with nothing but soft hands and hot oil.
Today, her strokes were less vigorous, more sensuous. It was as if her
hands were taking in every curve and texture appreciatively. Fingertips
trailed delicately down the entire
cleft of her buttocks, but did not probe rudely in between. Again and
again Kathryn felt her
bottom tickled with the light caresses, until she almost wanted to laugh
out loud. The fingertip
massage continued down the backs of her thighs, and then behind her knees
and on down to her
feet. After working over each foot lightly but thoroughly, Jane began
working her way back up
Kathryn's legs using the same technique. By the time the other woman's
fingers had worked
themselves up Kathryn's inner thighs, she felt as if she were floating.
"You're very lucky to have such a nice rear end," Jane commented
unexpectedly. The
seemingly off-hand compliment suddenly made Kathryn feel very exposed.
Having her naked
bottom admired by a man was one thing, but what was she supposed to make of
this? As if
sensing Kathryn's discomfort, Jane hastened to add that she felt her own
rear was too flat. "Look at you," she said, rubbing her hand across the
redhead's naked hips as if illustrating her point.
Uncertainly, Kathryn looked over her shoulder. Jane's tanned hand rested
darkly against the oily
paleness of Kathryn's naked backside. "See how it curves there?" Jane was
sliding her hand
lightly over the object of this discussion, and the sight of another woman
touching her naked
bottom that way had a confusing, but not unpleasant effect on Kathryn.
"Anyway . . ." Jane concluded. "You're lucky, that's all."
"Thanks," replied Kathryn uncertainly.
"I noticed a little extra tension today," continued Jane. "I'd like to try
something new on
you."
"What?" asked Kathryn, hardly daring to guess what Jane might be getting
at.
"It's an oriental massage technique. In the far east they make use of
every part of their
bodies, not just their hands. Well," Jane laughed, "almost every part.
You can really get your
weight behind it and break down the toxins in the muscle tissue. I think
that would do you some
good."
"If you think so, sure," answered Kathryn, curious.
"I don't want to get oil all over my leotard, so I'm going to go change
into a robe," Jane
continued. "You just relax for a couple of minutes." Jane returned
wearing a white terrycloth robe, closed with a tie. Her hair had been let
down, and hung soft and golden around her shoulders. After spreading
Kathryn's legs slightly apart, she mounted the massage table effortlessly,
placing her knees to either side of Kathryn's right leg. Then she bent
forward, placing her hands firmly on the table next to Kathryn's ribs.
"Okay, here we go," Jane said.
Kathryn felt the pressure of the other woman's bare leg moving powerfully
up the side of
her spine. She could feel each separate contact: the knee providing the
force, the smooth shin
trailing up her hip, the soft contact of the other woman's bare foot
against her calf, then thigh. After many such strokes with first her
right, then her left, leg, Jane was breathing heavily. This method was
obviously a workout for the masseuse. But she had been right: Kathryn's
back felt wonderful.
"I need to rest a minute," Jane said lightly. Then she did something
unexpected, moving to sit astride her client, and actually resting her own
bottom on Kathryn's. She was quite petite, and Kathryn hardly felt any
weight resting on her. However, it was clear that Jane was not wearing
anything under the robe, although Kathryn couldn't say why she should
expect her to. Kathryn practically held her breath, again sorting out the
sensations her brain was receiving: the softness of the skin resting
against hers; the relative coarseness of the other woman's pubic hair
tickling the top of her buttocks; the snugness where knees rested on either
side of Kathryn's waist.
"Now let's stretch that spine," Jane said after a moment. Pressing firmly
at the top of
Kathryn's spine with both hands, she bore down and back against the top of
Kathryn's hips with
her own hips, so that her entire spine was very pleasurably stretched.
However, Kathryn
wondered if Jane was not getting as much pleasure as giving, since the
procedure pressed Jane's
genitals against the bare skin of Kathryn's hips with considerable force.
Jane worked herself
against Kathryn's hips rhythmically for several minutes in this fashion.
"There, feels good, huh?" Jane said breathlessly, and, under the
circumstances,
ambiguously. Then she sighed and leaned forward above Kathryn's back.
Scented blonde hair tickled Kathryn's bare shoulders, and Kathryn could
feel her breath soft on the back of her neck. Jane slightly wriggled her
bottom against Kathryn's. "So," she began softly, almost whispering, "just
between us girls . . ." She bent closer to Kathryn's left ear, and
Kathryn felt the other woman's nipples brushing against her back. "How was
your massage last time?" Then moving to the other ear, again tickling
Kathryn's bare skin with her hair, "Did he do a thorough job?" Without
waiting for an answer, she languidly slid backwards, tracing twin lines of
sensation down Kathryn's back with her nipples, repositioning her knees to
either side of Kathryn's left leg again. But this time, her knee was
pressed firmly against Kathryn's sex from behind.
Once again, Kathryn felt strangely passive, almost remote. It was the
massage. How many nights had she gone to bed with her husband with the
strictly announced determination that she was too tense, or too tired for
lovemaking, only to find at the end of a slow and sensuous massage under
his hands that she was ready for sex after all. Oddly, although she was
sexually aroused, the fact that she was with another woman somehow
sanitized the situation. It was something other than sex, must be. She
could decide what it was later. But now, she wanted it, whatever it was.
Instead of shying away from the pressure between her legs, Kathryn made an
accepting motion with her hips, nestling the other woman's knee even more
firmly against the sensitive flesh of her vulva. That brought a sound from
deep within Jane's throat that caused Kathryn to catch her breath, a cross
between a sigh and a chuckle. She was disappointed, though, when Jane
climbed off the table. And embarrassed, as if her movement had scared the
other woman off.
"Time to turn over, beautiful," Jane said, a smile in her voice, as she
repositioned herself at
the head of the table. When Kathryn, having turned over, looked up, she
saw the undersides of
the other woman's tanned breasts hanging above her face. She noted -- at
the same time realizing that it was an odd thing for her to note -- that
they seemed to suggest to her eyes a round and pleasant heft that would be
a delight to the hand. They were slicked with oil from where they had been
dragged down her back, and the nipples were stiff in a way that made
Kathryn lick her lips unconsciously.
Jane bent forward, reaching out to place warm hands on either side of
Kathryn's hips. As
she did so, her breasts dangled enticingly in front of her face, maybe a
bare inch away. She felt
strong hands smoothing the flesh upwards across her ribcage, again and
again, each time her
masseuse's breasts wobbling gently before her gaze. She didn't have to
look, a part of her
scolded, but, came the reasonable answer, who would know? And they were
pretty. Just because she could recognize that didn't mean anything, even
if she took pleasure in their prettiness. But aside from the scolding
voice, and the reasonable answer, there was a softer whisper, that asked
what one of those stiff nipples would feel like drawn between her lips, how
soft and yielding the surrounding flesh would be against her cheek..
Suddenly, her attention was diverted to her own breasts. The stroking had
moved to the
sensitive outsides of each, and grown lighter, more sensuous. Boldly, Jane
slowly traced a circle around her subject's right nipple with her finger,
and Kathryn felt it stiffen in response. It was obvious that the massage
had ended, and something else had begun, something Kathryn was reluctant to
put a name to.
Jane's own breast brushed against Kathryn's cheek, and then the tip was
deliberately dragged across the surprised redhead's mouth. Before she
could check herself, Kathryn parted her lips and accepted the offer. The
other woman whispered "yes" as Kathryn gently sucked her nipple in,
swirling her tongue around it as her husband liked to do with hers. It
felt hard against her tongue, like the firm flesh of some kind fruit. Jane
couldn't bring her own mouth to Kathryn's breasts in that position, but put
her fingers to work on them, lightly pinching and twisting them. Kathryn's
hands made tentative movements on their own, until they began to stroke
Jane's hair and face.
Murmuring her appreciation of her pliant partner's gentle sucking, Jane
popped her nipple free, but immediately replaced it with the other. It was
taken as unhesitatingly as before. Kathryn no longer heard either the
scolding voice or the reasonable voice -- only the whispering voice of
sexual desire.
From the moment the two women went to work on each other's breasts, they
were
stumbling down a steep slope that led to only one possible destination.
Kathryn whimpered in
disappointment as she felt the nipple withdrawn from her mouth, but before
she could protest
further, she felt a delicious warm, wet sensation envelope one of her own.
She imagined that the
other woman's lips were somehow softer than her husband's, somehow more
knowledgeable, too. She certainly couldn't recall an instance when more
pleasure had been drawn from her nipples. She lifted her head and glanced
down.
The sight she found was very erotic to her. The white mound of her own
breast was framed by luxurious blond curls, the tip hidden between the lips
of a pretty woman. As she watched, Jane pulled her head back, still
sucking her nipple, so that her breast distended from the tugging. It
popped free with a smack, leaving a connecting bridge of glistening saliva
between stiff, red nipple, and soft red lower lip. Jane's blue eyes looked
up past long, dark lashes, and Kathryn felt like she were melting. They
were shining with lust. This woman is taking pleasure from my body,
Kathryn thought, but that idea was tangled with too many other confusing
knots, so she let the thought drift away, leaving behind a pleasant glow.
She lolled her head back, enjoying the attention her breasts were getting
from this sensuous woman.
All too soon, the oral stimulation ended, though, but on a promising note:
Kathryn felt soft kisses marching down her belly, toward the red-orange
pubic hair that emphasized, rather than concealed. At the same time, Jane
was climbing back onto the table. This time -- Kathryn
realized with a sexual rush that literally made her gasp -- Jane's hips
would be over her face. The
redhead's blue eyes grew wide as she saw something she had never seen
before. Two inches away from the tip of her nose were the moist and
loosened lips of another woman's genitals. It seemed she had all the time
in the world to take in every detail: the neatly trimmed blond pubic hair;
the pink inner lips, slightly swollen and glistening, parted to reveal the
way inside of this woman.
Before there could be any second thoughts, Kathryn felt a kiss near her own
labia, then another, teasing, soft lips coaxing her to greater sexual need
than she could remember for a long time. Without thinking, she reached up
and stroked her masseuse's upthrust hips, feeling first the downy softness,
then the firmness beneath her fingers. The woman's mouth continued its
patient work between Kathryn's thighs, soft nibbles and licks teasing near
her clitoris until she thought she would go wild. Every time she jerked
her hips to plant the sensitive bud beneath the blond's mouth, Jane drew
away with a soft laugh, which was answered by a little moan of desperation.
Kathryn squeezed the other woman's tanned ass cheeks, spreading her a
little wider yet. A drop of dew glistened at the mouth of her entrance,
just below an erect clitoris straining against its pink hood. Kathryn was
panting. With surprisingly guiltless pleasure, she extended her tongue to
touch the nub, then flicked it a few times experimentally, enjoying the
feel of its stiffness. The woman on top of her shuddered as if touched
with a bare electrical wire, then mashed her sex onto the redhead's
upturned face. Kathryn could feel her face being smeared with feminine
lubricant, as if she were sloppily eating a peach. Under the other woman's
movement it was hard to be discriminating, so Kathryn closed her eyes and
worked her lips and tongue against whatever hot, slick flesh was presented
-- sometimes slurping distended inner lips deep into her mouth, sometimes
dipping her tongue into clean-tasting vaginal depths. It felt good to be
giving pleasure to this woman, to feel her whole body move in response to
the slightest flick of her tongue.
But it felt even better to receive. The blond had somehow managed to keep
teasing her even after Kathryn's oral attentions began, but suddenly, the
delightful sucking Kathryn remembered her nipple had received was felt by
her clitoris, and the sensation was a hundred times greater. She jerked
her hips upwards with a gasp, feeling the long-denied orgasm beginning to
build in her belly. At the same time, she tightened her grip on the other
woman's ass and found her clitoris with her lips to repay the favor. Each
fed on the other's lust in a way Kathryn had never experienced with a man.
Kathryn heard a long moan, but was uncertain if it came from her or her
partner, or both. She felt the blond tremble in her grasp, and the
realization that she had just brought another woman to an orgasm tipped her
over the edge, too. She clamped her thighs together, as if to trap the
pleasure-giving mouth between them forever, luxuriating in the pulses of
pleasure that exploded from her lower belly, radiating as far as her
breasts. But just when it seemed her orgasm had reached its peak, some new
movement of tongue or lips coaxed it past the plateau and to an even higher
level. It may have been one continuously rising climax or a closely-spaced
series, each greater than the last -- Kathryn didn't care. Judging from
the undiminished moans and shaking of the woman on top of her, she had
given nearly as well as she had gotten, too.
When the last little spasms of pleasure faded into warm contentment, the
two women lay limp -- tanned blond on top of pale redhead -- breasts
pressed into the belly of the other, breath stirring damp curls between
each other's legs, blond and red.
"I don't know about you," the masseuse finally said, "But I think I need a
shower.
(Third in a series, this episode continued in Part II)