Susan's Summer, Part 1

by KatC

Susan looked up at the clock anxiously checking the time while pretending to read the magazine in her lap. She could feel eager anticipation building in her body as it got closer and closer to nine o'clock. This had developed into a regular ritual before bedtime on the previous times she had babysat. But, she still wasn't sure if it was only her interest that this routine continues. She would know in a few minutes.

Looking down at the magazine without registering it, Susan noticed a range of familiar emotions inside. She could feel little nervous butterflies in her tummy. Will Amy come down or not? She could also feel little tingles of pleasure, particularly between her legs and in her nipples. Would Amy keep their pleasurable little game going? She could feel a general sense of warmth spreading through her body imagining what might happen next.

Susan had closed her eyes, indulging in the little pleasure of expectation. Hearing a slight noise, she opened her eyes and looked up to find Amy standing in front of her, smiling. Susan's pulse quickened, and a large smile spread across her face. Her earlier questions were answered by the simple presence of this beautiful young girl standing before her.

"All ready for bed?"

Amy nodded, looking somewhat shy and not quite ready to speak.

"Brush your teeth? Wash your face? Comb your hair?"

Amy nodded, once, twice, three times, each time exaggerating the movement until her hair was tossing from back to front over her face, causing her to giggle.

Susan thought, oh God, is this kid cute, or what? She took a moment to admire her, particularly the prettiest blue sparkling eyes that Susan had ever seen. And as they continued their little game, it seemed the sparkle in Amy's eyes grew.

"Well, then, I guess it's time for bed."

The big smile immediately vanished from Amy's face as she put her hands on her hips, "But… what about my back massage?"

Susan couldn't quite keep from laughing when she saw Amy's reaction. Then, she knew for sure that Amy was enjoying this as much as she was.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. So, do you need a back massage tonight? Is your back sore?"

Amy nodded her head enthusiastically, "Oh yeah, it's really, really, really sore." The smile had returned to her face as she realized that Susan was just teasing.

"Okay then, let's get started." Amy took a step forward, raising her arms up as Susan leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. Slowly, she lifted the shirt up over Amy's head and outstretched arms. As Susan sat back on the couch, Amy laced her fingers together behind her head.

Susan paused a moment to sit back and enjoy what had just been revealed. Without the t-shirt, Susan could now see the small swellings of Amy's developing breasts. There was just enough growth to see the beginning of a firm curve all around. And a small pink nipple capped each that at the moment seemed to be pointing straight at her. The position of Amy's arms seemed to be offering each of these delicate berries for her pleasure. Susan's eyes scanned down the firm flat tummy and back up, directly gazing at Amy's exposed breasts before looking into her eyes.

Amy's face had a slight flush to it, her eyes were wide with excitement and she seemed to be breathing a little fast. She saw that Amy had followed her eyes as she gazed at her bare breasts, obviously enjoying this as much as Susan did.

"No bruises here," Susan said, thinking, unless you count those hardening pink nipples. She twirled her finger and Amy immediately turned around showing her back. Amy's back was lean, firm and starting to develop some nice muscles. Her skin had that golden color of a young girl playing in the summer sun.

"I don't see any bruises here, either. Are you sure your back is sore?"

Amy turned around to face her, maintaining her arm position, so Susan had an unobstructed view.

"Oh yeah, I got knocked down several times today. I'm surprised there are no bruises." Amy smiled warmly.

Susan could feel her own excitement rising as Amy willingly engaged in their shared game. Now was the time to see if it would go any further.

"Well then, if you got knocked down, we better look further." Susan motioned Amy to come closer until their knees almost touched. This was a new twist to their previous routine and Amy looked curious about what would happen next.

"I should look to see if there are bruises anywhere else," Susan said as she brought her hands up to the sides of Amy's shorts. She curled her fingers in the waistband, feeling a slight electric shock touching Amy's bare skin. Susan could feel a pulsing in her chest; Amy’s breathing became faster. She waited a moment and then looked up directly into Amy's face. Amy was looking down, her face lit up with the recognition of Susan’s proposition.

Very softly, her voice trembling just a little bit, Susan said "Are you sure this is what you want?" She held her breath, her eyes transfixed by Amy's sparkling blue eyes. Too excited to speak, Amy simply nodded one time, her blond hair falling forward.

Susan exhaled slowly, a large smile beaming from her face, watching Amy's eyes as she slowly began pulling the shorts down over her hips. She lowered her gaze as her hands continued removing the shorts, leaving her standing in only underwear.

With her shorts gone, Susan again sat back, taking a moment to recover from the intense excitement that she was feeling. Covered only by a small pair of white cotton panties, Susan could see much more of Amy's pretty pre-teen body than she had ever seen before. Her body was quite lean, and starting to develop muscle, especially in her legs from playing soccer. And, Susan could definitely detect the beginning of a very nice curve to her hips, which the panties barely concealed.

Susan eyes traveled to that special spot between Amy's legs. The panties were small enough, that even her young girl pussy formed a distinct mound, a small peach just beginning to ripen. Susan felt a warm flush start in her belly as she gazed lovingly at the sweet, innocent sight before her. She took a few long moments gazing, imagining the sweet young flesh, which lay covered by thin white cloth.

With some effort, she tore her eyes away from Amy's barely concealed pussy and again noted the flush and excitement in Amy's face.

Whatever doubts she had about her own feelings toward Amy were now forgotten. And, seeing Amy's willingness and her obvious excitement about being this exposed, settled many questions she had about Amy. Caught up in the sensual excitement of the moment, Susan realized that they had just crossed some unseen line, taking them deeper into their special friendship.

This summer was starting to look better and better.

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The beginning of summer did not looked so promising. As school was ending, Susan's best friend, Gina, told her she was going on a family visit to relatives in Italy for six weeks. When not in school or studying, Susan spent most of her free time hanging out with Gina. They would go to movies together or to the mall or just hang out at each other's house watching TV, listening to music or just goofing off. Susan had some other friends, but they were not as close as Gina. And this summer, even these friends were playing in a competitive soccer league. This meant that they had practice every day and then tournaments most weekends. Susan liked soccer, but preferred to play in a less intense league that was way more fun. Their team practiced once or twice a week and had a game every week or two.

Hearing that Gina was going to be gone for at least half the summer put a damper on Susan's spirits. With nobody to hang out with, she thought it was going to be a long boring three months.

After school was over and Gina left, Susan spent most of her time just moping around the house. One evening after taking a phone call, her dad came in and told her that one of the neighbor ladies wondered if she would be interested in babysitting. A single mom with one daughter, they had moved into a house on the next block about three months ago. Susan hadn't met them but had waved hello on several occasions when walking by. They seemed nice enough; the mom had some business job and a daughter, Amy, looked like she was about in sixth grade.

Susan had thought about it for a while, not sure if she wanted to spend her summer working, looking out after some kid. But, she realized Amy wasn't so little to require much work. Anyway, she could make a little extra money and it would get her out of the house, which was sounding like a pretty good thing at the time.

With her dad at work, Susan was pretty much on her own. Her mom had died about 10 years ago from cancer and she had no brothers or sisters. She got along okay with her dad, but ever since her mom's death, he seemed different. He was a great dad, provided everything she needed, even helped her out with homework when he could. But, especially in the last few years, she felt like there was more and more distance between them.

Thinking it over, Susan decided to take the babysitting job if only to provide a little distraction from the boredom.

The following Friday evening, Susan walked down the block for the first babysitting gig. Amy's mom answered the door. She seemed nice enough, and was very appreciative that Susan was willing to baby-sit on such short notice. She had a business meeting that she needed to attend and even though Amy was 11 years old, didn't feel comfortable about leaving her all by herself for the whole evening.

"She's a good kid. She's pretty mature and I trust her to be here by herself, but it's just that, well, we're still kind of new in the neighborhood and I think she would feel better and I know I would feel better if there were someone else here." She showed Susan into the house and explained where everything was, the contact numbers, her cell phone number and anything else she might need.

"Help yourself to anything you want in the refrigerator. Amy's got some schoolwork to do that we already talked about. And when she's finished she can do pretty much anything she wants. Usually she just watches TV or reads a book. So I don't think there's a lot you will have to do. So, just make yourself comfortable and I should be back a little after 10."

As they were walking around, Susan saw Amy sitting at the kitchen table with some books and paper. When she looked up, Susan tried to catch her eye and smile but Amy just looked away. Susan thought, not a good sign. She recognized the sullen and sulky look from many of her friends, especially around their parents. In fact, Susan was something of a professional at ‘the look’ herself. It didn’t take much to interpret Amy’s look: I’m too old to have some stupid babysitter.

"Amy, darling, come here. I want you to meet Susan." Amy's mom said softly to Susan, "Don't worry, she's just a little shy at first." Amy got up from the table as if it were a major disruption to her entire life and came over to where they stood.

"So, this is Susan, you know her from down the street, right?" Amy nodded without saying anything. "I'm only to be gone for a couple hours and Susan's just going to hang out until I get back, okay?" Amy nodded again. "So, you know you need to work on that one book report, right?" Amy nodded again. Susan began to wonder whether she could actually talk or not. "And when you're done, you can have a snack or watch TV until bedtime, okay honey?" Amy nodded, turned on her heel, and went back to the kitchen table.

"She'll loosen up a little bit when she gets to know you."

Susan asked about the homework and her mom explained. Because they had moved here in the middle of the school term, Amy's new school insisted that she make up some of the required work that was covered earlier. She had a few reports and projects that needed to be done over the summer so that she could enter an advanced class next year.

"Okay, then, any questions?"

"No ma'am. I think I've got it covered. And I've got your cell phone number if anything comes up. Everything will be okay here."

Amy's mom started for the door, calling over her shoulder, "Bye darling. Be a good girl and I will see you in the morning."

Amy looked up from writing, gave a small wave and said, "Bye, mom." Susan was a little surprised to hear her speak.

Amy looked pretty focused and intent on the schoolwork so Susan decided not to disturb her. She had brought some things to read in her backpack. She walked over to the couch, sat down and started looking through a couple of magazines. Every once in a while she would look up to see Amy diligently working away.

Amy seemed like a good kid. She looked to be a little bit under 5 feet, slender, with light blonde hair that was straight and fell to her shoulders. Amy was wearing a baggy, blue t-shirt and shorts, obviously some kind of soccer uniform. The blue of her t-shirt really set off her blonde hair. She was just starting to get the beginnings of a tan, at least in her face and along her arms and legs. She had incredibly blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles that ran across her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose. As Susan watched her work, she thought she was quite cute and adorable even with the sullen and sulky attitude. And, she was obviously pretty smart, too, as she was preparing to enter the advanced class next year.

As she watched, Susan noticed her struggling with something. She got up and walked over and stood next to Amy at the table.

"How's it going?"

Without looking up, Amy replied, "uh, okay, I guess."

"What are you working on?"

Amy told her about the report she was trying to write on a book she had just finished.

"Oh yeah, I remember that. I had to do the same report."

"You did?" Amy looked up at her surprised.

"Oh yeah, I went to the same school and had to do the same reports in your grade. You must be pretty smart, that's a pretty hard class."

Amy shifted a little bit in her chair, "Well, yeah, I guess it is. But it's not so hard. It's just that, well, it's not so bad doing this in school, but it's summertime."

"Yeah, that sucks pretty bad."

Amy laughed a little bit, "Yeah, it does suck." This was the first time that Amy had smiled and Susan noticed how much it lit up her face. She thought again that Amy was a very cute kid.

Amy started to loosen up a little bit as they talked more about school, teachers and homework. The more they talked, the more Susan could feel that Amy was starting to open up to her.

Susan decided to reach out a little bit, "Well, since I read this book, maybe I can help you out a little bit, what do you think?"

Amy looked up at her and paused a moment, chewing on the end of her pen, before finally making the decision. "Okay, yeah, that would be great."

A little bit of the ice had melted. The initial sullen and sulky look had given way, at least a little bit, to a grudging acceptance of help.

Susan pulled up another chair and put it right next to Amy's. Amy explained where she was stuck and Susan offered some suggestions. As they talked about it Susan found herself scooting closer to Amy and without thinking about it, put her arm around Amy's shoulders as they looked at the book together. They continued this way for about 15 minutes until Amy understood where she was stuck and what to do.

Watching her write, Susan noticed Amy shifting and moving her back from side to side. "You're a little bit wiggly. Something wrong with your back?"

"Well, it's a little bit sore. I had soccer practice today and sometimes it gets a little sore after."

"Oh, you play soccer, too? I play for the rec league."

Amy's eyes looked up and widened, "You do? You play soccer? What position?"

"Usually midfielder."

"Oh wow, me too. That's so cool."

This took them into a whole other area of shared interest. They talked about the different teams and leagues they played for, what the coaches were like, and their favorite professional players.

Remembering Amy’s earlier comment, Susan said, "You know our coach showed us some massage we could do when our muscles get sore." While saying this, Susan moved her hand to gently massage the muscles around Amy's shoulders and neck. She could feel the tension stored there.

"Mmmmmmm… that's definitely where it's sore. That feels pretty good. You know, sometimes after soccer, my mom massages my back before bedtime."

Susan thought for a minute, "Yeah, I could do that. Let me know when you're at a stopping place with your homework and we can do that." Susan stood up, leaving Amy to finish her work and returned to sitting on the couch with her magazines. Something had definitely changed between them. Where before, Amy had seemed cool and distant, now there seemed to be some curiosity and interest. Susan watched as she finished her work, noticing how much more pleasant and enjoyable she was without the sullen and sulky attitude.

"OK, I'm all finished." Amy said as she closed her books and stood up. She walked eagerly over to where Susan was sitting and stood in front of her.

Susan smiled, enjoying this more pleasant side of Amy. "Okay, how does your mom massage you?"

Amy thought for a moment, "Well, first she likes to make sure I don't have any bruises or anything." Amy moved a little closer to Susan and turned around. Susan thought, that would make sense; she would want to make sure she wasn't really hurt. She leaned forward and held Amy's t-shirt up so she could see her back.

She saw no bruises, Amy's skin was starting to get a summer tan, she could see the lines of her swimsuit, but no bruises. As she started to lower the t-shirt, Amy said, "She usually just takes the t-shirt off."

"Oh, okay." And instead of lowering the shirt, Susan raised it up and over Amy's head as she lifted her arms. As she tossed the t-shirt on the couch, Amy brought her arms down in back of her head and turned around to face Susan.

Susan froze for a moment, not expecting this move. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the swells of Amy's small breasts. Wearing a baggy t-shirt, Susan hadn't noticed that Amy's breasts had begun to form. Susan felt her pulse quicken a bit realizing she was staring at Amy's naked chest and that Amy was openly holding her arms to expose herself. Susan couldn't quite take her eyes away from Amy's delicate breasts and the small pink nipples. They were not very big, maybe half the size of hers, but Susan found looking at them very arousing. Lost for a moment, Susan remembered the massage and looking for bruises.

"Oh… yeah… oh nope, don't see any bruises here either." Susan said a little nervously, realizing she might have been staring a little too long. "Well, which muscles did you say were sore?"

Amy turned partly to the side and lowered her arm to point to her back. When she turned around again she said, "Usually I just lay over her lap on the couch so it's easy for her to massage." And then Amy moved to the side of Susan, bent over and started to lie down.

Susan was a little surprised, but before she could say anything Amy was already in position. Susan felt a little flustered. The unexpected sight of seeing Amy's naked chest combined with draping herself across her lap, left Susan feeling a little bit strange. She was very aware of the contact of Amy's body against her legs. Looking down she could see the tan, bare skin of Amy's back, her blonde hair falling over to the side of her head. Automatically, her hands moved to touch the soft skin of Amy's back. Amy had her head turned away, so Susan couldn't see her face. She took a deep breath and just moved her hand over Amy's back to her shoulders and neck and began gently massaging the muscles there.

"Is this the sore place? How does that feel?"

"Yeah, that feels good, that's the place."

Susan relaxed a little bit, getting in to the movement of her hands and feeling Amy's muscles underneath. She started to regain her composure a little bit, thinking that if this was the way her mom did the massage then it was okay. She still noticed a little fluttery feeling in her belly and an overall sense of excitement from touching Amy in this way. But, if this was the way Amy's mom did it, well….

Neither of them talked as Susan gently worked the muscles. She moved her hands a little bit lower to the middle of her back finding small knots of tension there. As she worked quietly, she could feel Amy's muscles begin to relax and soften underneath her hands. After a little while she moved her hands lower still, focusing on the lower back muscles. This was where Susan felt her back get sore, and she could tell Amy's muscles were tight, too.

After about 10 minutes, Susan asked, "Okay, then. How does that feel? Feel like enough?"

Amy nodded her head, "Yeah, that feels really good. You do it better than my mom. But, it's still sore a little bit lower." And then Amy reached back with her hand and pointed to her hips. "My mom usually massages here, too."

Susan was a little surprised, but found her hands following down to where Amy's finger was pointing. "Like here?"

Amy nodded her head, "Yeah, all around there. Usually she massages real good there," Amy said as she moved her arm out of the way.

Susan brought both hands down to Amy's hips, again feeling her pulse quicken as she realized she was touching Amy's bottom. Slowly she began to massage, feeling the muscles underneath Amy’s shorts.

Amy wiggled her hips a little bit pushing into Susan's hand as she said, "Mom usually massages a little harder."

"Okay," Susan said. "How about this?" And Susan stepped up the pressure.

"Oh, yeah, that's good. That's about how she does it."

Susan felt her face getting a little bit warm. Massaging Amy's back was one thing, but now she had her hands deeply massaging her bottom. Even though Amy was obviously enjoying this, and her muscles were relaxing, Susan couldn't help but remember the sight of Amy's naked breasts while her hands touched and caressed her bottom cheeks. Susan felt a little tingle begin between her legs, a first subtle sign of getting excited. She closed her eyes and shook her head, thinking, what are you doing here? This is a simple little massage. And she tried to put the thoughts out of her mind.

Susan's hands continued massaging the small firm cheeks of Amy's bottom. Every once in a while Amy would sigh out loud, letting her know that it felt good. Feeling like it would be a good idea to stop, Susan said, "Okay, then, how's that feel? You had enough?"

Amy nodded her head, her blonde hair tossing back and forth. "Yep, that feels great. Usually mom ends by giving me little pats to warm up the muscles before I go to bed."

"Oh, okay." And Susan used one hand to begin gently patting Amy's bottom, noticing the muscles jiggle and move as she did so. Pat. Pat. Pat. Again, Susan felt a little rush of excitement move through her body. Pat. Pat. Pat. Even through the shorts, Susan could feel Amy's bottom bounce and move with each pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Susan became intensely aware of the warmth in her body and the contact with Amy. Pat. Pat. Pat. Amy began moving her hips a little bit into Susan's hand as she gently patted. Pat. Pat. Pat. After a few minutes of this, Susan used her hand to gently rub circles as Amy's hips gradually quieted their movements. Feeling somewhat lost in a daze from the sensual nature of this intimate moment, Susan allowed one hand to continue rubbing Amy's bottom while the other stroked up and down her back, pausing at her head to brush her hair before continuing back down her back again.

She continued like this for several minutes, just allowing her hands to caress Amy's body in whatever way they wanted to. She felt herself slipping into a very deep, relaxed place just enjoying the sensual and intimate touch with this young girl.

Not quite sure what to do next, Susan said, "Well then, I guess it's time for bed, huh?"

Any bounced off her lap, momentarily standing in front of her, giving Susan a fleeting glimpse of her naked chest before she grabbed her t-shirt and scampered out of the room. "Good night Susan. Thanks for the back massage, it feels so much better."

Susan called out after her, "Good night Amy."

Susan sat for a moment, noticing the intense mix of feelings in her body. She was aware of being very alone now and missed the feel of Amy's body. She felt a tingling sense of excitement, especially in her nipples, which felt hard pressing against her shirt. She wondered about her reaction and if it was appropriate. Amy didn't seem to mind, and even invited her further touch. As Susan remembered the warm, sensual quality of that touch, Amy’s smooth skin underneath her fingers, she forgot about wondering if it was appropriate and just surrendered to the rise of feelings within her.

Amy's mom came home around 10. Susan gave her a brief report, mentioning that Amy had worked hard on her schoolwork. Amy's mom seemed relieved that her daughter had lost some of her shyness and allowed Susan to help her. She asked Susan if she would like to baby-sit in the future. Without even thinking about it, Susan smiled and said, "Yes, absolutely."

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The following week, Amy's mom called again asking her to baby-sit. Susan agreed and as the day approached, she found herself looking forward to spending time with Amy again.

This time when she went over to Amy's house, it was very similar as the first. Amy's mom headed out the door fairly quickly, as she was late for a meeting. Amy was at the kitchen table finishing up some reading, although it was a different book than last time. Susan put her things down and went over and pulled a chair up next to Amy's.

"Hey Amy. How's it going?"

"Uh… okay, I guess."

"Still chipping away at those extra reports?"

"Yeah, I only have a few more to go. These sure are a lot of work."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's kind of a drag now, but the advanced program you're trying to get into is a really good one. It's the same one that I got in when I was your age."

"Huh, really? So, like you did all the same reports?"

"Uh huh, sure did. It was a pain, but the extra classes you get to take later on really make it worthwhile. And, I can tell if they want you to do this extra work, you must be pretty smart and they want you in that program." Amy smiled a little bit, appreciating the complement. "Anything you need help on?"

Amy shook her head, "No, I just have to read the last few pages of this book and then I'll be done."

"Okay then. I'm going to sit over on the couch and let you read. If you need anything just let me know, okay?"

"Okay."

Susan picked up some magazines and began reading. A few minutes later she heard Amy call out, "Susan?"

Susan looked up, "What?"

"Can I finish reading sitting with you on the couch?"

Susan smiled, wondering if Amy could read her mind as she was thinking something very similar. "Of course. Come on over."

Amy brought her book and skipped over to the couch. She sat down very close to Susan and began reading. Susan returned to her magazine for a few moments, but found her attention easily distracted by Amy sitting next to her. Out of the corner of her eye she could watch Amy read and occasionally turn a page. Amy had her legs on the couch crossed at the ankles and the book in her lap. Susan found herself looking at the lean, tan legs tucked up underneath her. She noticed how Amy's long blonde hair fell and covered the side of her head. Leaning back against the couch, Susan noticed how the small swellings of Amy's breasts showed through her t-shirt. Susan quickly looked away, ashamed that she was noticing these things.

After a few minutes, Amy squirmed around a little bit bringing her back up against Susan side, leaning against her as she read. She brought her feet up on the couch so that she could balance the book on her knees. Susan, totally forgetting the magazine in front of her, felt the pressure of Amy's body resting against her. Her pulse quickened and her excitement rose. Susan could smell the freshness of Amy's hair so close to her. A part of her wondered at this reaction, and a part of her just plain didn't care. She was just enjoying the easy closeness that they seem to have together. Every once in a while, Amy would squirm a little bit moving against Susan. This sent a whole new wave of sensations through Susan and she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

The sat like that, very comfortably for quite awhile until Amy finished her reading. She closed the book, turned around and sat up. "All done."

Susan roused from her dreamy state, "Well, then, I guess it's getting close to time for bed."

And with that long practiced whine of every child before bedtime, Amy said, "Awww, do I have to?"

Susan chuckled, remembering how she used to plead just like this. "Well, yes, I'm afraid you do."

Amy thought for a moment, "But… what about my back massage?"

"Oh, I didn't know you played soccer today, did you? Is your back sore?"

"No, no soccer today. But, mom doesn't only do it after soccer, it can be for any time."

Susan felt her pulse increase just a little bit, "Oh, really. You mean, like, tonight might be any time?"

"Yeah, I think tonight would be a good time. Besides, it helps me get to sleep and I sleep so much better after a back massage."

"Okay then. But after the back massage it is up to bed with you, okay?"

"Okay." Amy smiled broadly as she bounced up off the couch and stood in front of Susan. Although she didn't say anything, Amy raised her arms and Susan realized that she expected them to do the same routine from last time, even though there were no bruises to look for. Susan had been secretly hoping for just this thing to happen. She had so enjoyed their last time together and she was hoping that they would do it again.

Amy stepped closer and Susan started raising her t-shirt. She slowed her movement a little bit as Amy's breasts came into view. With Amy's face partially covered by the shirt, Susan allowed herself a few moments of directly staring at the small delicacies before her. In her mind she had seen these many times since their last time together. And now she was getting to examine them much more closely.

She finished raising the t-shirt and Amy again brought her hands behind her head and stood expectantly. Susan sat back on the couch with a large smile on her face, appreciating Amy's enthusiasm about showing herself.

Susan could not help herself, "Amy, you look so cute." This brought a small blush to Amy's face. "I don't see any bruises, but everything I do see looks adorable." This brought an even stronger blush to Amy's face and she smiled. And, she did not lower her arms or turn away from Susan.

Although she would have rather continued looking at Amy's front, Susan continued with the pretense of looking for bruises and had her turnaround. "No bruises there, either."

Amy turned around again and walked to Susan's side, bending down and lying over her lap. She wiggled around a little bit, adjusting her position until she felt comfortable. Just having Amy wiggle like that sent shudders through Susan. Here was this half naked, young girl lying on her and wiggling her body. Susan found it hard to believe this excited her so much, but it certainly did. Looking at Amy's breasts caused her own nipples to stiffen. And feeling Amy wiggling on her lap caused very pleasurable sensations between her legs.

Like the last time, Susan started her massage at Amy's neck and shoulders and gradually worked her way down. Feeling more confident and comfortable, Susan spent more time touching, caressing, and stroking every part of Amy's back that she could reach. She so enjoyed the warmth, smooth texture, and shape of Amy's muscles. And judging from the reactions, Amy enjoyed this immensely, too.

Slowly Susan’s hands made their way down Amy's bare back until they reached the top of her shorts. Susan found herself feeling more excited as her hands approached Amy's bottom. Still not sure if it was only her own interest, Susan asked, "How's that feel, Amy?"

"Mmmmmmmm…. yummy."

"Your back feels very relaxed now, had enough?"

Amy shook her head, "Lower, please?"

Susan felt a little tingle of excitement with this acknowledgment. Slowly she began to allow her fingers to trace soft patterns around Amy's upturned bottom. Amy responded by moving her hips, too.

Susan could feel warm sensations radiating from her pussy. Since their last session, she had been remembering and picturing this very thing and now here she was again. She loved the feel and texture of Amy's firm, young bottom. Slowly she began increasing the pressure of her touch, massaging the muscles in large stroking movements. Even through the shorts, Susan could trace the outline of the two cheeks, the valley in between, and in her mind imagined what that looked like. Every once in awhile she would use her hands to spread those cheeks apart, before slowly bringing them back together and continuing with the sensuous massage.

This time Susan got a little bit bolder, allowing her hands to move down to the very bottom part of each cheek, right where it joined with the thigh. She spent some time rubbing small circles and then gradually spreading the cheeks and thighs apart and then pushing them back together again. Amy's small sighs seemed to indicate her enjoyment of this.

Noticing Amy's reactions and her obvious enjoyment of being touched so intimately between her thighs, Susan could feel her own internal warmth and excitement rise. She could feel the stiffness of her nipples pushing against her t-shirt as her breathing became slightly faster. She also noticed that, unconsciously, she began tensing her thigh muscles, applying very gentle pressure on her pussy. The warm tingling feelings in her body kept taking her higher and higher.

Changing tempo, Susan began a light patting motion with her hand against Amy's bottom. Pat. Pat. Pat. Amy sighed more loudly this time, and began moving her hips in time with Susan's hand. Pat. Pat. Pat. Susan could feel her arousal spiraling, which prompted her to quicken the pace and increase the intensity. Tap. Tap. Tap. A small moan came from Amy's mouth. Tap. Tap. Tap. Susan felt herself swirling in the physical, sensuous sensations of the moment. Tap. Tap. Tap. The softness of Amy's bottom, Amy wiggling her hips on her lap, the sound of her hand making contact, all combined to increase her excitement. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Susan paused for a moment, deeply rubbing Amy's bottom. Not sure how far she should go, she asked, "Feel warm enough?"

Any wiggled her bottom a little bit against Susan's hand, "ummm... oh, a little bit more would be good, please?"

Susan felt her heart skip a beat as a thrill of joy blossomed. "Okay Amy, I think that's a great idea. And to make it a little bit warmer, I'm going to give you some little love spanks, okay?" Amy nodded her head and Susan felt her pleasure rise even more. Something was driving her, either Amy's willingness or her own excitement, to increase the stimulation that they both seem to crave.

Susan raised her hand a little bit higher and brought it down against Amy's bottom with a little more force. Spank. Spank. Spank. She was not spanking very hard, but the increased sensation brought an immediate response from Amy. She moaned what sounded like, oh yes, and began moving her pelvis up and down in time with Susan's hand. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Susan felt lost in the overwhelming sensations of the moment. She could actually see and feel how Amy was moving her bottom back to meet her hand as it came down. Spank. Spank. Spank. She moved her hand around covering all parts of Amy's small bottom. Spank. Spank. Spank. With each series of spanks, Susan could feel tremors ripple from her pussy. Rocking her pelvis forward and back, she could feel a slight friction of her sensitive lips against her panties, which were beginning to feel quite damp. Spank. Spank. Spank.

After this last series, Susan returned to rubbing Amy's bottom in large circular motions. She would alternate this with using both hands to squeeze Amy's cheeks together and gently spread them apart. Amy's hip movements gradually slowed down, as she was lulled to rest by the soothing movements.

Susan's whole body felt like it was intensely warm and incredibly sensitive to every movement of Amy on her lap. Her pussy and nipples were both aching for some touch and attention, if she had been alone, she would have indulged. But for now, she just enjoyed the glowing sensations and the warm feeling of Amy’s small movements against her lap as her hands caressed her lovely bottom.

They stayed like this for some time. Susan eventually trailed her hands up Amy's back to caress her head and down her legs before returning to her warm bottom. Their breathing returned to normal and each seemed very content and relaxed.

"Feel warm enough now?"

Amy turned her head and looked directly at Susan, "Yeah, yummy warm. Those love spanks were the best."

After Susan sent Amy to bed, she sat in the same place on the couch and noticed the quietness of the room. Her whole body still felt like it was buzzing. And that aching for touch and attention was now stronger especially now that she was alone. She could sense the warmth of Amy's body where it lay over her lap. Her hand had a very pleasant stinging sensation. As her mind returned to the dance of sensations from just a few minutes ago, her hand slowly found its way down her stomach and slipped underneath the waistband of her shorts. Sensing this approach, her pelvis seemed to tilt forward reaching for contact. Basking in the sensuousness of the time with Amy, Susan's fingers gently slid along her panties until they encountered a large damp area. Susan sucked in her breath, amazed at how wet she had become in such a short time and without even touching herself. Her fingers slowly traced the outline of the damp material, feeling the shape of her swollen lips underneath. Her panties were so wet, that her finger gathered a generous amount of warm, slippery juice that she rubbed over and over into her mound. She cupped her palm over the entire mound, relishing the sensation that this same hand, just a few minutes ago, had been delivering sharp little love spanks to Amy's bottom.

She knew if she began flicking her clit at this moment she would probably explode in a tremendous orgasm. But, she felt very content to play with the luscious, warm, wet sensations as she remembered the intimate experience with Amy that evening. Picturing Amy across her lap, Susan rocked her pelvis into her fingers, her mind imagining that it was Amy.

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Susan's mind returned from the memories of their previous two sessions. Sitting on the couch after removing her shirt and short, Susan took in the details of Amy's body. She could feel the excitement of anticipation building between them. It was time to continue their bedtime ritual of back massage and love spanking.

Susan motioned with her finger and brought Amy closer, "Let's get started with your back massage." Amy walked over to her side, accepting help to get into position. Bending down she lay across Susan's lap, giving easy and open access to her back and thinly covered bottom. Susan adjusted her position a little bit, bringing her bottom a little higher and directly over the center of her lap.

She noticed little goose bumps as she began gently running her hands over her Amy's back muscles. She started at the neck and shoulders and gently massaged each muscle before slowly moving down the back. Any visibly relaxed at the soothing touch and gentle pressure. After about 10 minutes, neither of them speaking, Susan finished her lower back. "Well, there's your back massage. I guess it's time for you to get to bed."

Amy turned her head quickly and protested, "But… what about lower… you know, that's sore, too. Can't you massage that, too?"

Susan laughed a little bit, enjoying this simple teasing. She ran her hands over the covered cheeks of Amy's bottom as she said, "Oh, you mean here? Is this where it's sore, too?"

"Yeah, I think that's where I fell down, it might need some love spanks." Amy smiled and wiggled her bottom into the caressing touch of Susan's hands.

"Well then, we better do that, too." Susan began gently rubbing circles and softly kneading Amy's delightful bottom. Covered only by her thin panties, Susan had much more contact than their previous sessions. Her eyes fixed on the movement of Amy's bottom as her hands gently, but firmly pushed, grasped, and molded the small muscles. Having this close and intimate contact increased her excitement level, and she could feel her internal warmth gradually increasing. Amy seemed to be enjoying this just as much. She moved her hips slightly and in time with Susan's hands.

Without breaking the rhythm of her stroking movement, Susan began softly delivering small pats as she massaged. The first few brought a quick intake of breath from Amy and then she let out a long sigh. Susan continued alternating the massage with very soft patting, gradually increasing the tempo.

She paused for a moment, keeping her hand still on Amy's body, noticing the little shaking and shudders moving through her bottom. "How does that feel, Amy? Does it feel warm enough?"

Amy shook her head from side to side, "No, I think it needs to be a little warmer."

Susan was not surprised at this response, "Okay then, warmer it is." And with that she lifted her hand a little bit higher and began giving soft little spanks. These were probably twice the intensity of the previous pats and Susan could easily see Amy's bottom jiggle and move with each one. She set up a slow and easy rhythm alternating slight spanks on one cheek and then the other.

Susan noticed that Amy's breathing had quickened a little bit with this change in intensity. She started subtly moving her pelvis up and down with each spank. Amy pushed her bottom out to meet Susan's hand and then pushed down after the spank. Susan began to notice with all the wiggling around, that as she pushed down she began to make contact with Susan's leg. Recognizing that Amy was pushing her pussy into her leg sent a jolt of excitement through Susan's body.

Feeling her own excitement growing and seeing Amy's response, Susan began increasing the intensity of each spank. She was still not spanking very hard, but the continuous rhythm was beginning to have an effect on both of them. She could see that Amy had closed her eyes and was concentrating very intensely on the sensations emanating from her bottom. She seemed totally absorbed in the moment, not in the least self-conscious about moving her hips in such a sensual way.

Susan paused the spanking for a moment, allowing her hand to rub circles around both cheeks. Amy slowed her movement, but continued small motions of pushing her bottom back in to Susan's hand and pushing her pussy down.

Susan could feel warmth from Amy's bottom. And as she rubbed, occasionally she would catch the edge of the panties pulling them inward, seeing a little bit of slightly pink skin. This small peek at Amy's naked bottom sent a little shiver through Susan's pussy and she felt her own moisture begin to flow.

Susan slowed her rubbing motion; Amy slowed the movement of her hips. Susan could feel the heat radiating from each of their bodies as they lay in close contact. She marveled at the pure sensuality of this moment and found herself relaxing deeper and deeper into it. Amy seemed very content to just lie there and have Susan touch her in such an intimate way.

As their excitement levels lowered and cooled a little bit, Susan moved her head so she could peek at the tantalizing space between Amy's legs. The movement of her hips and Susan's rubbing over the panties had brought them very tightly between her cheeks. Susan could see the outline of her mound even better than before. And now, it looked like there was a little dampness forming in the thin cotton material pulled tight against her pussy. Seeing this evidence of the extent of Amy's arousal sent Susan's mind speeding and her own juices flowing, making her panties wetter than they already were.

Susan continued rubbing and moved her hands, going up Amy's back and head, then down her legs and back again. Amy wiggled and stretched her whole body looking up and over her shoulder at Susan, giving her a gorgeous smile.

"Ummmmm… that was a wonderful back massage and love spanking. My back doesn't feel sore at all now."

"I'm glad, Amy. I wouldn't want you to go to sleep with a sore back." Susan smiled as she continued moving her hands up and down Amy's body, pausing to rub her bottom in sensuous circles. As she looked in Amy's beautiful eyes and felt the warm soft skin underneath her hands, Susan could feel this shared intimate contact pulling them closer and closer.

While she enjoyed these pleasurable sensations, a small part of Susan's mind wondered about this very intense attraction she had for Amy and where it may have come from, where it might lead. But, for now, she was content to enjoy the warmth, closeness and intimacy of just this moment.