Heidi’s Massage
Elaine had joined a new health club. It was near where she worked three days a week in the publishing firm her family had owned for three generations. That meant she could go there during her lunch break if she wished, but today she had gone there after work had finished. It was after nine and there were few people around for it closed at eleven.
Elaine is in her mid-forties. She's married and her husband is a successful corporate lawyer. They are fairly wealthy and can both have pretty much whatever they want. Despite all that she is desperately unhappy and very lonely. With her husband traveling nearly half of each month Elaine is alone a lot. Inevitably that has affected their sex life, which at the best nowadays is intermittent. Even when her husband is home, he shows little interest in her sexually.
Elaine was trying to take off a few pounds and tone up her legs for the upcoming tennis season. Losing herself in the music she pushed her body to the limit going for what used to be called 'the burn' when Jane Fonda started the craze for celebrity work out videos. Her legs ached and her lungs felt like exploding as she completed thirty-five minutes fast running.
Elaine's work out obsession wasn't just to maintain her trim body. It was also like a penance, a sort of confessional. She worked out so hard she forgot about her sexually bereft life-style. Her workout allowed her to push from her mind the lurid thoughts she continually had about fucking other men. She banished the idea -- rarely far from her mind -- of having an affair. She had had one several years ago and had vowed never again. But now she was not sure about that vow. She was not convinced that she would be able any longer resist satisfying the dam of sexual frustration -- not sure she would be able to resist finding at best a fuckbuddy and at worse a lover.
The joy of making her muscles scream had a purging effect on her and made her feel like a different woman; almost normal she often thought afterwards.
After she completed her hour long “burn,” she changed into a scant swimsuit and went to the pool. Fifty lengths in the solitude of the water gave her time to think more. But as usual her thoughts were not logical; they were not as they should be. Pushing herself to the limit made her think about her body, made her think about what her body wants and needs. Yes, the extremes of the burn left her feeling very horny.
After the swim, steam and sauna Elaine was ready for massage. She undressed, but today as she mounted the massage table, her emotional state was different. An intense sexual desire swept over her. Her naked skin tingled and Elaine tried to push the wanton sexual thoughts out of her mind. She tried thinking of work, but the erotic side of her brain was in control.
As her skin tingled, her mind focused on the new, young marketing director who constantly flirted with her. She thought of the upcoming tennis season but her mind was flooded with visions of the young tennis players in their late teens. Near to the end of her swim her thoughts had focused on a young personal trainer who was still on duty as a lifeguard watching her go up and down the pool. Her mind had gone into overdrive about him and she had imagined doing it with him and wondered what would happen. Young men featured far more often nowadays in her fantasies when she masturbated, which was becoming more and more frequent, most days in fact. Fortunately, maybe, he left as she was showering.
Usually, she could relax when having a massage. Normally the soothing, probing fingers of a muscular masseuse eased the tension away. But tonight, for some inexplicable reason that wasn't the case. The lifeguard kept coming into her mind and the sensuous experience of the hands on her back began to fan the already inflamed passions in her mind and body. It was as if her entire being had become sensitized to the stimulus of sex – she needed something more than self-help. Elaine had been slow to realize what was happening to her as the masseuse finished her back and asked her to turn over. She had thought it was all in her mind. But, tonight it wasn't and she was surprised when she became aware that her nipples had hardened under the small towel that the tall blonde masseuse used to protect her customers' modesty. There was another small towel draped across her lower body covering her pussy mound. Elaine felt the delicious sense of fullness in her breasts and the tingling, titillating sensations of arousal coursing through her pussy. Slowly other signs and signals of desire, little awakenings deep within her, percolated through to her consciousness.
The probing hands were on her stomach now. The masseuse had rolled the lower towel down so her pussy was covered as she kneaded the softness of Elaine's waist and the flat hard muscle covering her tummy. Sometimes the girl's touch was light, almost caressing the skin and at others it was firm pushing in towards her abdominal wall. This began the delectable stirring lower at the heart of her sexuality, her pussy. Elaine felt the desire begin to flow from deep inside her and was sensing the build-up of moisture as her growing passion began to consume her and cause a wet reaction between her thighs.
Her eyes were tightly closed, but she couldn't help thinking about the girl who was, at least indirectly, the source, the conduit really, of these delicious feelings. Heidi was 25, of medium height, and very athletic. She had long legs, sculptured thighs from long hours on the body toning machines and strong arms from pumping weights. Heidi too was obsessed with her body, but in a very different way than her attractive and favorite client, Elaine. Heidi's obsession was about tone and form and shape and size of her muscles. She had an aquiline face and dark hair cut short in a bob. Although having few features that would mean she would be remembered by others, she was quite attractive, especially when she smiled, which made her eyes gleam.
Elaine felt a surge of dampness inside her. Her mind started to spin, what was going on tonight? Women had never been her thing. Why was she feeling this sexual arousal from a girl’s touch – it had never happened before, and she always. Insisted on a female masseuse? Thank God her feelings were carefully concealed and there was no way the masseuse would know of them. It would be her own little secret tonight. Or so she thought.
Unbeknownst to Elaine, the masseuse liked women. She liked them very much, very much indeed. Heidi knew that she was possibly a lesbian; she was certainly bi in that she had had sex with many women, including her massage clients. She loved to touch women, to feel of their skin -- enjoying the flows and curves and the shapes of their bodies. She adored their soft smoothness and their feminine smell. And she knew the secret ways of opening them up sensually. Years of experience had taught her how to play a woman's body like a fine and delicate instrument. Endless practice and execution had shown her how to feel a woman’s silent language of contraction and relaxation, smell her musky messages and see her subtle movements signaling arousal. The tensing of the muscles, the screwing of the eyes, the gripping of the fingers, the intake of breath, the flaring of the nostrils and the almost imperceptible, but to her the noticeable writhing and gyrating of an aroused woman’s pelvis.
She knew at once that she had flicked Elaine’s arousal switch. Heidi was excited to recognize that she had struck some receptive chord in Elaine’s slight aloofness -- she had lusted after her since they had first met. But Heidi knew that she could do nothing, make no move or initiate any suggestion of intimacy. That was too dangerous; the customer had to give the signals -- as Elaine was doing right now. Now she could capitalize on the development and use Elaine’s signs and signals to increase the intimacy. She piled on the pressure, making the message more overtly sexual as Elaine began to send the tell-tale symptoms of arousal and even more important, desire.
Heidi had seen Elaine in the gym and pool; she had become Elaine’s desired masseuse after the first time Heidi had her on the massage table. She had seen Elaine in her tight gym clothes, her skimpy swimsuit and with rather surreptitious looks as she turned over on the table, she had seen her naked. She had seen her by herself, with a few other women and of course with her alone on the massage table. Not once had she seen any sign whatsoever of Elaine's sexual interest or desire and certainly nothing that indicated that her sexual predilections were anything other than dead straight -- until now that is. And Heidi momentarily she wondered why? She was under no illusions about her looks and body, but Elaine had never shown any interest. So Heidi realized it could not have been her that was causing whatever it was that was going on inside her client. It was some extraneous force she knew that, but if Elaine didn't care why should she?
This was one of the bonuses of the job. From time to time she got to quench her desire to have sex with another woman, and occasionally was tipped ten, twenty or fifty dollars after. But she had to be careful; she couldn't afford to make a mistake. If she did and she made a move and was rejected she would not only lose her job instantly, but also her license to practice. With some, a few really, there was no problem at all, they expected it and hence, the tips. But her experience with Elaine had told her that Elaine’s massage desires had 'novice' written all over her. There was no room for misunderstanding. It was all deliciously dangerous. It was the best way to let a seduction blossom, and was just how she liked it.
Heidi reached for more oil. She then let it dribble next to, near, between and even on, Elaine’s breasts. Elaine’s perfect C cup breasts of a gorgeous and obviously horny woman. She slowly eased the small towel away from Elaine's breasts and laid it on the massage table alongside Elaine’s shapely body. God she was so lovely, Heidi thought – the sight of Elaine’s tits restored her lust to fuck Elaine. She had seen Elaine's breasts before of course, for modern massage included working on them to help them stay pert and not sag, something that was so important to aging women. The massage manual, though, did not condone the amount and type of massage that Heidi often gave to unsuspecting clients like Elaine. Each time she had seen Elaine's tits, their size, shape, and beauty simply amazed her.
Feeling the towel being removed from her breasts and knowing the girl was looking at them always got to Elaine. It was a seminal moment in each massage. Her mind was now anticipating Heidi’s hands on her breasts, massaging them and teasing her nipples. She took a deep breath, imagining for momentarily that it was the young lifeguard who was about to put his hands on her tits and not her blonde masseuse.
Heidi swallowed deeply as flames of passion began to flicker as her hands traveled just below then just above and then down the sides of each of Elaine's tits. She was careful not to go for Elaine’s nipples just yet – Elaine had to ask for that. Slowly she moved each hand onto the mounds. Her heart pounding from both the slight risk she was taking and from the glorious feel of the soft, pliant flesh, her hands roamed over the magnificent conical tits and just brushing against the pouting, now hard and erect nipples. Her eyes played quickly over Elaine's glistening body, her nostrils scenting the familiar and growing perfume of Elaine’s feminine need. Heidi knew that Elaine needed relief and Heidi wanted her to ask for it. Every sinew in her body told her that Elaine really wanted to be fucked. Elaine’s reactions told her that this was a woman who needed sexual satisfying, told her in fact that she was desperate to be fucked. But the question was whether Elaine was prepared move outside her sexual comfort zone she'd occupied for so long and give in and let the masseuse seduce her. That Heidi knew was far from certain, although tantalizingly possible.
To Elaine the fever pitch of excitement to which she was being raised was solely the result of her own mental processes. She didn't know that inadvertently she had given the game away and was being manipulated as a result. As her body buzzed and vibrated with sexual desire, she remained in blissful ignorance of the masseuse's intentions and was only aware of her own needs and illicit longings for gratification. Dancing in her mind's eye was the exquisite body of the girl whose hands were free to roam over her body. It seemed extraordinary that she had never noticed the sturdy beauty of Heidi’s strong arms and sculptured thighs, the product of so much gym work.
As Heidi’s hands worked around Elaine’s nipples, Elaine could hardly believe that she was thinking how wonderful it would be to reach out and slide her hands up the skirt of the white button up tunic Heidi wore, to fiddle the buttons open and investigate Heidi’s body. Secure in the supposed secrecy of her own thoughts she allowed her mind to wander into the unknown world of lesbian lovemaking. As her body vibrated to the touch of the masseuse so Elaine suddenly thought how wonderful it would be to feel the Heidi’s hands begin to take Elaine down the path to having sex with her masseuse
If only Heidi’s sublime fingers would reach between her legs and work on her pussy and let loose her burgeoning arousal. But why stop at fingers her lewdly creative mind was thinking. A tongue was what she needed, even demanded. A woman's tongue to enter her, to lick her and suck her. Yes that was what she wanted, what she needed to straighten her soaring mind and bring her back to earth.
Then her rational side screeched: What the hell am I thinking? I don't do women; I never have so why am I thinking this now?
In the pool it had been the lifeguard who she had thought would bring the sexual relief that she desperately needed. On the massage table, now naked apart from the small towel covering her pussy, she knew the answer. Heidi. This was the safest. No commitments. No relationships. No ties. And the beauty of it was that she was alone in her own secure and private world of sexual release. No one else, not even the girl who was bringing her towards a wanted orgasm knew what was going on inside the woman on her massage table. And her hips started to move.
OK, Elaine thought as the sensations built up, it could be argued that it was depraved to entertain such wild fantasies and to use another unsuspecting human being in this way, but where was the harm? If it enabled Elaine regain her sexual equilibrium and not take a male lover, particularly a young lifeguard with all the inherent risk to her marriage, then the end would certainly justify the means.
Heidi got the message. Monitoring everything that was going on both through her fingers and with her eyes she realized the older woman would admit nothing, wouldn't participate in overt lovemaking and certainly would not pay for being fucked. She wanted anonymous sex with everything ambiguous and with ultimate deniability. On the downside for Heidi this meant little involvement from Elaine, but the upside was that this extraordinary woman clearly intended to come and just as clearly wanted her to make her do that.
Her momentary disappointment was replaced by the anticipation of the game that was about to be played. The game where she was to give this adorable creature an orgasm, but neither would be able to admit to it, both on the table and afterwards. Heidi knew that to do this she would have to sail close to the wind and, skirt the borders of acceptable stimulation. She would have to take risks and do things she rarely did, but she knew it would be worth it. To have this beautiful woman writhing in orgasmic delight on her table from her hands was a challenge she would do anything to achieve. Deep down, though, Heidi wondered what inhibitions Elaine might cast aside in her headlong pursuit of a full-blown orgasm.
And so with all these thoughts whirring in her mind, the masseuse leaned low over Elaine's body as she smoothed her oiled fingers over the alluring, now slightly heaving breasts, now brushing against the clearly fully erect nipples that looked as though they were about to burst. She sent her fingers up into Elaine's warm, wet armpits and feeling Elaine's breath on her cheek as her breathing quickened. Heidi had to continually fight the desire to bend her face even further forward and take the full nipples between her teeth and suck them hard and long. With her face just inches from the near perfect symmetry of Elaine's breasts she had to summon up levels of self-control she didn't know she had to stop herself. Beneath her hands Heidi could feel the fluttering, pounding heart and the heaving lungs as Elaine's whole body reacted to the stimulation. Get the timing right she had to tell herself. Not too fast, not too slow.
She decided to take a chance, the situation warranted the risk. With both hands she gently cupped the full, ripe, eager breasts and pushed them together into one mound of delicious tit flesh. Other than a flicker of Elaine's tightly clenched eyes and a slight, but sharp intake of breath there was no reaction and certainly no objection. Heidi squeezed the delicious mass of flesh more firmly. Again a movement of the head, but no objection, thankfully. Then, with infinite reverence she moved her hands up towards the tempting, tense nipples. Deftly she took each one between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed firmly, enquiringly yet insistently. She had gone so much further than both normal massage conventions and further than she had been with Elaine before. But her actions had been contained, just and her customer had done nothing to say she didn't want what Heidi was offering. But she was pushing the boundaries of conventionality to the extreme. Only a pretty way out massage would involve that sort of action -- but if both participants ignored it there could be no clear cause for later complaint. After pinching Elaine's delightful nipples quite hard, Heidi instantly relinquished the red hot, bullet hard tips and her hands travelled swiftly southwards.
Elaine's confused, churning mind had received the pleasure of her breasts being pushed together. She had accepted it, enjoyed it and recognized it as being an unusual, but welcoming gesture. Her mind had also reacted to the twin messages of sharp, but delicious pain from her nipples being pinched with both surprise and gratification. Neither of these gestures had ever happened to her before either with this masseuse or any other she had had, but nevertheless she felt no need to object.
But Heidi’s advances, for the first time made her consider that it might be a two-way street. Had she given herself away? Had Heidi realized that she was turned on, that her mind was seething with erotic thoughts and that an orgasm was her objective. The cupping and pushing together of her breasts and the pinching of her erect nipples said yes, the immediate relinquishing of them said the opposite. Where was the truth, what was the reality? If yes, then it looked like she was on the verge of being fucked for the first time by a girl. Imagine, Elaine’s mind reeled, getting fucked by a woman on a massage table. Her rational side screamed defiance at the thought while her erotic howled for satisfaction. Her mind said stop her body groaned yes. As the irresistible forces collided, the two neutralized themselves. Elaine took the line of least resistance and did nothing. She was now in Heidi’s hands. She was now excited to see how her massage was going to evolve.
For an almost unbearable moment or two the pleasure giving hands left her quivering body. Momentarily Elaine panicked and she wondered if the masseuse had realized something and may have gone to report Elaine to her manager. Elaine longed for their return, but was dreaded the moment when she might be forced to choose between prudence and gratification. She now so desperately wanted the latter.
But then Heidi’s hands were back -- dripping with warm, sweet-smelling oil and now tracing lazy patterns on Elaine's beautifully sculpted and slightly parted thighs. The relief at being released from the unbearable state of sexual limbo roared through her body adding to her arousal and sexual expectation. The girl's hands and fingers amplified the change, alternating between digging firmly into the muscles on Elaine's legs and caressing her inner thighs. The combination of hard and soft, deep and shallow was like being fucked, Elaine's sexually ravished mind lewdly thought.
It was only then that she realized that the small towel that was covering her lower stomach and hiding her pussy from the Heidi's gaze was being slowly removed. Heidi had decided to go for it. She knew Elaine wouldn't object for she knew now that Elaine wanted to show Heidi her body to her as much as Heidi wanted to see it. But still she was careful when she slowly pulled the towel away and she was waiting for Elaine to say no or to grab the towel. Her heart pounded when neither of those happened and suddenly she was gazing at Elaine's glistening landing strip of pubic hair and the obviously wet, pink lips poking out from the trimmed base of that strip. Elaine’s pussy was oozing its juices. She desperately wanted to plunge her face down, lick the vivid pink lips and shove her tongue into Elaine's slit. But it was too soon for that.
Elaine felt her nudity. She acknowledged the view that she was providing to Heidi -- she knew she was wet. She knew all that and she loved it and she loved that Heidi could now see it. Elaine wanted it and now Heidi knew it. At times and in appropriate circumstances we can all be exhibitionists; Elaine had found her time and circumstances. She slightly, almost imperceptibly but noticed by Heidi, parted her thighs.
The strong strokes returned, rushing upwards towards the very edge of Elaine’s pussy, tempting and coquettishly threatening before slithering away down towards her knees. Seemingly endlessly repeated, Heidi’s actions grew in both strength and confidence until Elaine's entire body began to rock rhythmically with the movement. On and on in perpetual motion the hands milked Elaine's quivering thighs. Elaine’s thighs opened wider. Elaine pushed back against Heidi’s hands, her desire building with every thrust. But still she didn't open her eyes or give any overt indication that she wanted to be fucked.
Then as if by accident Heidi allowed the upward momentum of her hands to overshoot the acceptable mark. Her fingers slid into the Elaine’s pubic hairs right to the very edge of the glistening pink lips, which nestled so invitingly in the abundant wetness.
Eyes still tightly closed Elaine now couldn't stop her head twisting from side to side. She also could not stop her mouth opening and her tongue running round her dry lips or her fingers gripping tightly the clean cotton fitted sheet on the massage table. She felt her orgasm begin to build. Don't stop, please whatever you do or think don't stop she was silently begging the young blonde. With all her might Elaine concentrated on the screaming centers of her erotic world, her tits and pussy. They were all that seemed to matter, all that seemed to exist. And Elaine was on fire. If only the girl would slip her fingers inside her pussy and drag the growing climax out of her. She fought back the desire to make the first move, touch herself, rub her clit, stroke her tits, or better still grab the blonde’s fingers and force them deep inside her. She even thought of reaching out and feasting her hands on the treasures that were inside her buttoned up white coat. But with almost superhuman restraint she stopped herself although she wondered just how long she would be able to resist the temptation.
Heidi sensed the change in the sexual atmosphere. It wouldn’t be long now she thought. She leaned in even further and lower toward Elaine's body. Now, her fingers traveled up Elaine’s thighs but now each upward stroke met Elaine’s pussy. Then, for the briefest of moments she let her fingertips rested just inside the wet, open lips of Elaine's pussy. As intended this put Elaine right over the top. It indicated to Heidi that Elaine knew the game and she was playing it with her. As she withdrew the teasing finger, she saw Elaine's bottom lift an inch or two from the surface of the table, she took in the whiteness of Elaine’s clenched knuckles, her screwed up eyelids, the half opened mouth and the darting tongue. At the same time she felt the tightening of the muscles under her hand and she watched as an erotic tenseness consumed Elaine's body as now unashamedly the beautiful ash blonde arched her back. Most wonderfully Heidi witnessed the cascade of wetness from Elaine’s pussy as her orgasm exploded.
Not for one second did Heidi hesitate. She had earned this and was now beyond danger. With her right hand she reached up between Elaine's open legs and slipped two fingers deep into her wet recess. For a long thirty seconds she held them rigid well up inside Elaine's pussy as Elaine now rode out her orgasm on them.
Elaine felt Heidi’s fingers slide in just as the orgasm crashed about her. She was now beyond caring, beyond concern, beyond doubt, beyond shame and well beyond believing she was totally straight. She crushed her thighs around the hand trying to capture the fingers and urge every single last ounce of pleasure from them. It was too late for analysis, for debate, for wondering and for inhibitions. She might be a respectable middle class wife, an owner of a publishing firm and sexually prudent, but now she was being fucked by another woman on a massage table and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Heidi saw Elaine's capitulation to what her body was demanding. She watched as the woman's resistance drained away and she accepted the lesbian advance. Heidi knew from fucking other lesbian virgins that it took time for the other's minds to accept what their body was demanding. But she knew that in the end, especially once they had gone this far, they always did. And Elaine was no exception. No, this slightly distant, possibly a little stuck up; maybe somewhat prudish older woman was just like the rest. When her sexual temperature was turned up she writhed in orgasmic delight on the masseuse's fingers deep inside her pussy.
As much as Heidi enjoyed initiating women into what she believed their bodies were intended for, sex with their own gender, she now was excited to have Elaine pleasure her. Keeping her fingers inside Elaine and now pumping them with the motion of a cock fucking her, she leaned forward. There was absolutely no way that she could or would let this gorgeous woman off her table without a thorough fucking. And it began just inches from her mouth.
"Oh my God. Oh, oh no, oh god," Elaine couldn’t stop herself from crying when she felt the girls tongue lick round her areola and then up and on to her nipple. It felt amazing. And then it just got better as the girl's teeth gently bit and then pulled on her nipple.
Elaine's orgasm found new heights and greater intensity as Heidi’s fingers danced inside her pussy and her mouth suckled her nipples. Could there be anything more exciting and sexually pleasurable she was wondering as involuntarily her arm went round the girl's neck and she pulled her face more firmly onto her tits.
Heidi smiled. She had won. She had got what she wanted, but now she would give Elaine everything that she wanted -- what she had probably needed for years and Heidi would take her reward in the way she preferred.
She knew that nothing would be said. That Elaine would be in denial and wouldn't discuss it, thank her or ask for anything. She also knew that soon, in a week or two she would be back for more.
She felt Elaine’s hand unbuttoning her white, mid-length tunic. In anticipation of what was now happening, Heidi had removed her bra when she had stopped massaging Elaine to get more oil. Once Elaine had undone all the buttons, Heidi shook off the tunic and leaned forward and gently touched Elaine's nipple with her own hard button. With her eyes closed, Elaine had no idea what was touching her at first, but when Heidi took hold of her wrist and pulled the other hand onto her other breast the enormity of it hit home to Elaine. Being fucked was one thing she thought, but somehow that seemed less intimate and personal than caressing the girl's breasts.
But it was just a momentary hitch Elaine was beyond stopping the lesbian train she was on. She remembered the familiar feelings from when she masturbated. Her heart pounded as she acknowledged she had now passed another boundary. She blew past accepting a lesbian advance and was now confronting the one concerned with reciprocating to her lover. The confrontation became even more of a challenge when she felt the breast moving upwards until the girl's intensely hard nipple was nuzzling at her lips. At the same time Heidi was now using her thumb to flick Elaine's clit as she continued to finger fuck her. Elaine had given up all attempts at hiding her wanton excitement; her legs were wide open and her knees were drawn up in a pose that if photographed would at best be called a beaver shot. But Elaine was beyond caring, beyond shame, beyond being reserved and certainly beyond resisting what Heidi was offering.
Greedily almost she sucked Heidi’s nipple as she felt her own being pinched and pulled more firmly, but more pleasurably than they had before.
Still Heidi wanted Elaine to have more. Why not? She had shown Elaine “the way;” she had initiated her, given her other sexual options and provided her with one of the strongest orgasms the older women had ever experienced. That was worth a lot. Now, Heidi wanted to let Elaine experience taking another woman. She took Elaine's other hand and slipped it between her opened legs. When Elaine felt her fingers on the damp, cotton gusset of Heidi's, white lacy panties, she was at first, surprised and shocked.
Her rational side said this is too far. It whispered that she should be giving the lifeguard a handjob until he ejaculated inside his tight white Speedo. But her rational side had lost that battle.
Elaine wanted more; she wanted to fuck Heidi. To her erotic side, the feel of the Heidi’s lips through the wet material felt so natural, right, proper and exciting. She did what comes so easily to any woman and gently rubbed her fingers along the Heidi’s cotton covered slit and let her fingers slip between her pussy lips. It seemed so natural and Elaine realized how exciting it was – her own pussy creamed as she felt Heidi’s juices begin to flow. Her finger found Heidi's clit just as she felt Heidi's hand on hers. She didn't know what was happening at first but then realized that Heidi was pulling her panties down. Elaine didn't panic. She didn't lose her cool or do anything sudden. The wetness on her fingertips was so reminiscent of what she felt most nights as she masturbated. Without really thinking she went on to do exactly what she did on most of those nights. And that was to slip two fingers into Heidi’s pussy.
Heidi moaned deeply as she watched Elaine turn her head to see Heidi and as she felt Elaine’s fingers enter her. She had for so long wanted to make love to this woman and it was finally happening. Heidi shifted her body so that Elaine’s fingers could more easily work over her pussy. Elaine was able to curl her fingers deep inside Heidi, feeling for her button. Heidi’s juices began to ooze and run down Elaine’s fingers and her hips began to move. To Elaine, the feeling of her fingers in another girl’s pussy was indescribably sensuous and her own pussy began to spasm again. Her thumb found Heidi’s clit and she began to rub it hard. Heidi’s gasped sharply and Elaine stopped rubbing.
“No! Don’t stop; please don’t stop.”
Elaine smiled and her thumb resumed its flicking of Heidi’s clit. Heidi was now completely consumed by Elaine’s fingers, her mind a jumble of lust as she felt her orgasm build.
Elaine whispered “I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers!”
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, let me make you come.”
And Heidi’s orgasm crashed over her. Car’s hand felt her come as her juices ran down Elaine’s wrist. Heidi fell forward seeking the massage table for support.
Elaine stroked her bare back as Heidi caught her breath. “I need everything right now. I want you to go down on me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Please…”
Heidi made her way once down body, pausing to suck on my hard nipples, and going farther down, licking my belly button. She slipped between my legs and I watched as she looked at my wet pussy. It trimmed but there was still a fair amount of blond hair though. I know could see my tiny pink slit, wet and waiting. Heidi leaned down and kissed the inside of my thighs, running her hand over the small patch of hair. I felt Heidi spread my nether lips and stroked my wet center. And when my swollen clit peeked out from under its hood I dropped her head down and began to suck it. At this, I let out a soft wail of pleasure.
I grabbed the back of Heidi’s head and pressed it to my pussy. She flicked her tongue over my clit and even pinched it with my teeth a little. I couldn’t stop moaning. Heidi slid her middle finger into my pussy as her mouth teased my clit. I watched as Heidi leaned back and watched her finger slide in and out of me.
I leaned down and kissed her pussy again, hard and ravenous, biting and sucking on her lips, and as she moaned I shoved my fingers back inside of her. It was so wet that they slid in without catching, but it was tight and the pressure on my fingers was incredible. I arched my back and then raised my hips, giving Heidi better access. She slid her fingers in and out of my pussy harder and faster, turned on by my little cries of pleasure and pain.
“Yeah yeah yeah yeah” I heard my voice crying, as I raised my ass from the massage table trying to force her fingers deeper inside and get more pressure from her mouth on my clit. With one last moaning, “Fuck” I hit my limit and I could feel warm juice squirt from my pussy. I had to push Heidi away.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, short of breath.
“What for?”
“For…that” I said, looking down and seeing my come coating Heidi’s face.
“Elaine, I have never seen anything so sexy in my life. I want to make you squirt again.”
Over the next few days Elaine thought about her “seduction.” She thought about it a lot and when she did she felt aroused and not, as in the past, ashamed, bemused or guilty. Elaine had come to terms with her lesbian adventure. She acknowledged that she wanted it to happened and she accepted that she had enjoyed it. She realized that she had found such arousal from what Heidi did to her and she knew that she would return. The worry, concern or call it what you will that mainly consumed her thinking was, what then? She wondered if she would welcome a lesbian advance in real life as opposed to in the confines of a massage room? That she didn't know. But as she lay in her bed alone at nights over the next few weeks, she began to welcome the idea that maybe a “fling” with another was something that she would welcome.
Elaine is in her mid-forties. She's married and her husband is a successful corporate lawyer. They are fairly wealthy and can both have pretty much whatever they want. Despite all that she is desperately unhappy and very lonely. With her husband traveling nearly half of each month Elaine is alone a lot. Inevitably that has affected their sex life, which at the best nowadays is intermittent. Even when her husband is home, he shows little interest in her sexually.
Elaine was trying to take off a few pounds and tone up her legs for the upcoming tennis season. Losing herself in the music she pushed her body to the limit going for what used to be called 'the burn' when Jane Fonda started the craze for celebrity work out videos. Her legs ached and her lungs felt like exploding as she completed thirty-five minutes fast running.
Elaine's work out obsession wasn't just to maintain her trim body. It was also like a penance, a sort of confessional. She worked out so hard she forgot about her sexually bereft life-style. Her workout allowed her to push from her mind the lurid thoughts she continually had about fucking other men. She banished the idea -- rarely far from her mind -- of having an affair. She had had one several years ago and had vowed never again. But now she was not sure about that vow. She was not convinced that she would be able any longer resist satisfying the dam of sexual frustration -- not sure she would be able to resist finding at best a fuckbuddy and at worse a lover.
The joy of making her muscles scream had a purging effect on her and made her feel like a different woman; almost normal she often thought afterwards.
After she completed her hour long “burn,” she changed into a scant swimsuit and went to the pool. Fifty lengths in the solitude of the water gave her time to think more. But as usual her thoughts were not logical; they were not as they should be. Pushing herself to the limit made her think about her body, made her think about what her body wants and needs. Yes, the extremes of the burn left her feeling very horny.
After the swim, steam and sauna Elaine was ready for massage. She undressed, but today as she mounted the massage table, her emotional state was different. An intense sexual desire swept over her. Her naked skin tingled and Elaine tried to push the wanton sexual thoughts out of her mind. She tried thinking of work, but the erotic side of her brain was in control.
As her skin tingled, her mind focused on the new, young marketing director who constantly flirted with her. She thought of the upcoming tennis season but her mind was flooded with visions of the young tennis players in their late teens. Near to the end of her swim her thoughts had focused on a young personal trainer who was still on duty as a lifeguard watching her go up and down the pool. Her mind had gone into overdrive about him and she had imagined doing it with him and wondered what would happen. Young men featured far more often nowadays in her fantasies when she masturbated, which was becoming more and more frequent, most days in fact. Fortunately, maybe, he left as she was showering.
Usually, she could relax when having a massage. Normally the soothing, probing fingers of a muscular masseuse eased the tension away. But tonight, for some inexplicable reason that wasn't the case. The lifeguard kept coming into her mind and the sensuous experience of the hands on her back began to fan the already inflamed passions in her mind and body. It was as if her entire being had become sensitized to the stimulus of sex – she needed something more than self-help. Elaine had been slow to realize what was happening to her as the masseuse finished her back and asked her to turn over. She had thought it was all in her mind. But, tonight it wasn't and she was surprised when she became aware that her nipples had hardened under the small towel that the tall blonde masseuse used to protect her customers' modesty. There was another small towel draped across her lower body covering her pussy mound. Elaine felt the delicious sense of fullness in her breasts and the tingling, titillating sensations of arousal coursing through her pussy. Slowly other signs and signals of desire, little awakenings deep within her, percolated through to her consciousness.
The probing hands were on her stomach now. The masseuse had rolled the lower towel down so her pussy was covered as she kneaded the softness of Elaine's waist and the flat hard muscle covering her tummy. Sometimes the girl's touch was light, almost caressing the skin and at others it was firm pushing in towards her abdominal wall. This began the delectable stirring lower at the heart of her sexuality, her pussy. Elaine felt the desire begin to flow from deep inside her and was sensing the build-up of moisture as her growing passion began to consume her and cause a wet reaction between her thighs.
Her eyes were tightly closed, but she couldn't help thinking about the girl who was, at least indirectly, the source, the conduit really, of these delicious feelings. Heidi was 25, of medium height, and very athletic. She had long legs, sculptured thighs from long hours on the body toning machines and strong arms from pumping weights. Heidi too was obsessed with her body, but in a very different way than her attractive and favorite client, Elaine. Heidi's obsession was about tone and form and shape and size of her muscles. She had an aquiline face and dark hair cut short in a bob. Although having few features that would mean she would be remembered by others, she was quite attractive, especially when she smiled, which made her eyes gleam.
Elaine felt a surge of dampness inside her. Her mind started to spin, what was going on tonight? Women had never been her thing. Why was she feeling this sexual arousal from a girl’s touch – it had never happened before, and she always. Insisted on a female masseuse? Thank God her feelings were carefully concealed and there was no way the masseuse would know of them. It would be her own little secret tonight. Or so she thought.
Unbeknownst to Elaine, the masseuse liked women. She liked them very much, very much indeed. Heidi knew that she was possibly a lesbian; she was certainly bi in that she had had sex with many women, including her massage clients. She loved to touch women, to feel of their skin -- enjoying the flows and curves and the shapes of their bodies. She adored their soft smoothness and their feminine smell. And she knew the secret ways of opening them up sensually. Years of experience had taught her how to play a woman's body like a fine and delicate instrument. Endless practice and execution had shown her how to feel a woman’s silent language of contraction and relaxation, smell her musky messages and see her subtle movements signaling arousal. The tensing of the muscles, the screwing of the eyes, the gripping of the fingers, the intake of breath, the flaring of the nostrils and the almost imperceptible, but to her the noticeable writhing and gyrating of an aroused woman’s pelvis.
She knew at once that she had flicked Elaine’s arousal switch. Heidi was excited to recognize that she had struck some receptive chord in Elaine’s slight aloofness -- she had lusted after her since they had first met. But Heidi knew that she could do nothing, make no move or initiate any suggestion of intimacy. That was too dangerous; the customer had to give the signals -- as Elaine was doing right now. Now she could capitalize on the development and use Elaine’s signs and signals to increase the intimacy. She piled on the pressure, making the message more overtly sexual as Elaine began to send the tell-tale symptoms of arousal and even more important, desire.
Heidi had seen Elaine in the gym and pool; she had become Elaine’s desired masseuse after the first time Heidi had her on the massage table. She had seen Elaine in her tight gym clothes, her skimpy swimsuit and with rather surreptitious looks as she turned over on the table, she had seen her naked. She had seen her by herself, with a few other women and of course with her alone on the massage table. Not once had she seen any sign whatsoever of Elaine's sexual interest or desire and certainly nothing that indicated that her sexual predilections were anything other than dead straight -- until now that is. And Heidi momentarily she wondered why? She was under no illusions about her looks and body, but Elaine had never shown any interest. So Heidi realized it could not have been her that was causing whatever it was that was going on inside her client. It was some extraneous force she knew that, but if Elaine didn't care why should she?
This was one of the bonuses of the job. From time to time she got to quench her desire to have sex with another woman, and occasionally was tipped ten, twenty or fifty dollars after. But she had to be careful; she couldn't afford to make a mistake. If she did and she made a move and was rejected she would not only lose her job instantly, but also her license to practice. With some, a few really, there was no problem at all, they expected it and hence, the tips. But her experience with Elaine had told her that Elaine’s massage desires had 'novice' written all over her. There was no room for misunderstanding. It was all deliciously dangerous. It was the best way to let a seduction blossom, and was just how she liked it.
Heidi reached for more oil. She then let it dribble next to, near, between and even on, Elaine’s breasts. Elaine’s perfect C cup breasts of a gorgeous and obviously horny woman. She slowly eased the small towel away from Elaine's breasts and laid it on the massage table alongside Elaine’s shapely body. God she was so lovely, Heidi thought – the sight of Elaine’s tits restored her lust to fuck Elaine. She had seen Elaine's breasts before of course, for modern massage included working on them to help them stay pert and not sag, something that was so important to aging women. The massage manual, though, did not condone the amount and type of massage that Heidi often gave to unsuspecting clients like Elaine. Each time she had seen Elaine's tits, their size, shape, and beauty simply amazed her.
Feeling the towel being removed from her breasts and knowing the girl was looking at them always got to Elaine. It was a seminal moment in each massage. Her mind was now anticipating Heidi’s hands on her breasts, massaging them and teasing her nipples. She took a deep breath, imagining for momentarily that it was the young lifeguard who was about to put his hands on her tits and not her blonde masseuse.
Heidi swallowed deeply as flames of passion began to flicker as her hands traveled just below then just above and then down the sides of each of Elaine's tits. She was careful not to go for Elaine’s nipples just yet – Elaine had to ask for that. Slowly she moved each hand onto the mounds. Her heart pounding from both the slight risk she was taking and from the glorious feel of the soft, pliant flesh, her hands roamed over the magnificent conical tits and just brushing against the pouting, now hard and erect nipples. Her eyes played quickly over Elaine's glistening body, her nostrils scenting the familiar and growing perfume of Elaine’s feminine need. Heidi knew that Elaine needed relief and Heidi wanted her to ask for it. Every sinew in her body told her that Elaine really wanted to be fucked. Elaine’s reactions told her that this was a woman who needed sexual satisfying, told her in fact that she was desperate to be fucked. But the question was whether Elaine was prepared move outside her sexual comfort zone she'd occupied for so long and give in and let the masseuse seduce her. That Heidi knew was far from certain, although tantalizingly possible.
To Elaine the fever pitch of excitement to which she was being raised was solely the result of her own mental processes. She didn't know that inadvertently she had given the game away and was being manipulated as a result. As her body buzzed and vibrated with sexual desire, she remained in blissful ignorance of the masseuse's intentions and was only aware of her own needs and illicit longings for gratification. Dancing in her mind's eye was the exquisite body of the girl whose hands were free to roam over her body. It seemed extraordinary that she had never noticed the sturdy beauty of Heidi’s strong arms and sculptured thighs, the product of so much gym work.
As Heidi’s hands worked around Elaine’s nipples, Elaine could hardly believe that she was thinking how wonderful it would be to reach out and slide her hands up the skirt of the white button up tunic Heidi wore, to fiddle the buttons open and investigate Heidi’s body. Secure in the supposed secrecy of her own thoughts she allowed her mind to wander into the unknown world of lesbian lovemaking. As her body vibrated to the touch of the masseuse so Elaine suddenly thought how wonderful it would be to feel the Heidi’s hands begin to take Elaine down the path to having sex with her masseuse
If only Heidi’s sublime fingers would reach between her legs and work on her pussy and let loose her burgeoning arousal. But why stop at fingers her lewdly creative mind was thinking. A tongue was what she needed, even demanded. A woman's tongue to enter her, to lick her and suck her. Yes that was what she wanted, what she needed to straighten her soaring mind and bring her back to earth.
Then her rational side screeched: What the hell am I thinking? I don't do women; I never have so why am I thinking this now?
In the pool it had been the lifeguard who she had thought would bring the sexual relief that she desperately needed. On the massage table, now naked apart from the small towel covering her pussy, she knew the answer. Heidi. This was the safest. No commitments. No relationships. No ties. And the beauty of it was that she was alone in her own secure and private world of sexual release. No one else, not even the girl who was bringing her towards a wanted orgasm knew what was going on inside the woman on her massage table. And her hips started to move.
OK, Elaine thought as the sensations built up, it could be argued that it was depraved to entertain such wild fantasies and to use another unsuspecting human being in this way, but where was the harm? If it enabled Elaine regain her sexual equilibrium and not take a male lover, particularly a young lifeguard with all the inherent risk to her marriage, then the end would certainly justify the means.
Heidi got the message. Monitoring everything that was going on both through her fingers and with her eyes she realized the older woman would admit nothing, wouldn't participate in overt lovemaking and certainly would not pay for being fucked. She wanted anonymous sex with everything ambiguous and with ultimate deniability. On the downside for Heidi this meant little involvement from Elaine, but the upside was that this extraordinary woman clearly intended to come and just as clearly wanted her to make her do that.
Her momentary disappointment was replaced by the anticipation of the game that was about to be played. The game where she was to give this adorable creature an orgasm, but neither would be able to admit to it, both on the table and afterwards. Heidi knew that to do this she would have to sail close to the wind and, skirt the borders of acceptable stimulation. She would have to take risks and do things she rarely did, but she knew it would be worth it. To have this beautiful woman writhing in orgasmic delight on her table from her hands was a challenge she would do anything to achieve. Deep down, though, Heidi wondered what inhibitions Elaine might cast aside in her headlong pursuit of a full-blown orgasm.
And so with all these thoughts whirring in her mind, the masseuse leaned low over Elaine's body as she smoothed her oiled fingers over the alluring, now slightly heaving breasts, now brushing against the clearly fully erect nipples that looked as though they were about to burst. She sent her fingers up into Elaine's warm, wet armpits and feeling Elaine's breath on her cheek as her breathing quickened. Heidi had to continually fight the desire to bend her face even further forward and take the full nipples between her teeth and suck them hard and long. With her face just inches from the near perfect symmetry of Elaine's breasts she had to summon up levels of self-control she didn't know she had to stop herself. Beneath her hands Heidi could feel the fluttering, pounding heart and the heaving lungs as Elaine's whole body reacted to the stimulation. Get the timing right she had to tell herself. Not too fast, not too slow.
She decided to take a chance, the situation warranted the risk. With both hands she gently cupped the full, ripe, eager breasts and pushed them together into one mound of delicious tit flesh. Other than a flicker of Elaine's tightly clenched eyes and a slight, but sharp intake of breath there was no reaction and certainly no objection. Heidi squeezed the delicious mass of flesh more firmly. Again a movement of the head, but no objection, thankfully. Then, with infinite reverence she moved her hands up towards the tempting, tense nipples. Deftly she took each one between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed firmly, enquiringly yet insistently. She had gone so much further than both normal massage conventions and further than she had been with Elaine before. But her actions had been contained, just and her customer had done nothing to say she didn't want what Heidi was offering. But she was pushing the boundaries of conventionality to the extreme. Only a pretty way out massage would involve that sort of action -- but if both participants ignored it there could be no clear cause for later complaint. After pinching Elaine's delightful nipples quite hard, Heidi instantly relinquished the red hot, bullet hard tips and her hands travelled swiftly southwards.
Elaine's confused, churning mind had received the pleasure of her breasts being pushed together. She had accepted it, enjoyed it and recognized it as being an unusual, but welcoming gesture. Her mind had also reacted to the twin messages of sharp, but delicious pain from her nipples being pinched with both surprise and gratification. Neither of these gestures had ever happened to her before either with this masseuse or any other she had had, but nevertheless she felt no need to object.
But Heidi’s advances, for the first time made her consider that it might be a two-way street. Had she given herself away? Had Heidi realized that she was turned on, that her mind was seething with erotic thoughts and that an orgasm was her objective. The cupping and pushing together of her breasts and the pinching of her erect nipples said yes, the immediate relinquishing of them said the opposite. Where was the truth, what was the reality? If yes, then it looked like she was on the verge of being fucked for the first time by a girl. Imagine, Elaine’s mind reeled, getting fucked by a woman on a massage table. Her rational side screamed defiance at the thought while her erotic howled for satisfaction. Her mind said stop her body groaned yes. As the irresistible forces collided, the two neutralized themselves. Elaine took the line of least resistance and did nothing. She was now in Heidi’s hands. She was now excited to see how her massage was going to evolve.
For an almost unbearable moment or two the pleasure giving hands left her quivering body. Momentarily Elaine panicked and she wondered if the masseuse had realized something and may have gone to report Elaine to her manager. Elaine longed for their return, but was dreaded the moment when she might be forced to choose between prudence and gratification. She now so desperately wanted the latter.
But then Heidi’s hands were back -- dripping with warm, sweet-smelling oil and now tracing lazy patterns on Elaine's beautifully sculpted and slightly parted thighs. The relief at being released from the unbearable state of sexual limbo roared through her body adding to her arousal and sexual expectation. The girl's hands and fingers amplified the change, alternating between digging firmly into the muscles on Elaine's legs and caressing her inner thighs. The combination of hard and soft, deep and shallow was like being fucked, Elaine's sexually ravished mind lewdly thought.
It was only then that she realized that the small towel that was covering her lower stomach and hiding her pussy from the Heidi's gaze was being slowly removed. Heidi had decided to go for it. She knew Elaine wouldn't object for she knew now that Elaine wanted to show Heidi her body to her as much as Heidi wanted to see it. But still she was careful when she slowly pulled the towel away and she was waiting for Elaine to say no or to grab the towel. Her heart pounded when neither of those happened and suddenly she was gazing at Elaine's glistening landing strip of pubic hair and the obviously wet, pink lips poking out from the trimmed base of that strip. Elaine’s pussy was oozing its juices. She desperately wanted to plunge her face down, lick the vivid pink lips and shove her tongue into Elaine's slit. But it was too soon for that.
Elaine felt her nudity. She acknowledged the view that she was providing to Heidi -- she knew she was wet. She knew all that and she loved it and she loved that Heidi could now see it. Elaine wanted it and now Heidi knew it. At times and in appropriate circumstances we can all be exhibitionists; Elaine had found her time and circumstances. She slightly, almost imperceptibly but noticed by Heidi, parted her thighs.
The strong strokes returned, rushing upwards towards the very edge of Elaine’s pussy, tempting and coquettishly threatening before slithering away down towards her knees. Seemingly endlessly repeated, Heidi’s actions grew in both strength and confidence until Elaine's entire body began to rock rhythmically with the movement. On and on in perpetual motion the hands milked Elaine's quivering thighs. Elaine’s thighs opened wider. Elaine pushed back against Heidi’s hands, her desire building with every thrust. But still she didn't open her eyes or give any overt indication that she wanted to be fucked.
Then as if by accident Heidi allowed the upward momentum of her hands to overshoot the acceptable mark. Her fingers slid into the Elaine’s pubic hairs right to the very edge of the glistening pink lips, which nestled so invitingly in the abundant wetness.
Eyes still tightly closed Elaine now couldn't stop her head twisting from side to side. She also could not stop her mouth opening and her tongue running round her dry lips or her fingers gripping tightly the clean cotton fitted sheet on the massage table. She felt her orgasm begin to build. Don't stop, please whatever you do or think don't stop she was silently begging the young blonde. With all her might Elaine concentrated on the screaming centers of her erotic world, her tits and pussy. They were all that seemed to matter, all that seemed to exist. And Elaine was on fire. If only the girl would slip her fingers inside her pussy and drag the growing climax out of her. She fought back the desire to make the first move, touch herself, rub her clit, stroke her tits, or better still grab the blonde’s fingers and force them deep inside her. She even thought of reaching out and feasting her hands on the treasures that were inside her buttoned up white coat. But with almost superhuman restraint she stopped herself although she wondered just how long she would be able to resist the temptation.
Heidi sensed the change in the sexual atmosphere. It wouldn’t be long now she thought. She leaned in even further and lower toward Elaine's body. Now, her fingers traveled up Elaine’s thighs but now each upward stroke met Elaine’s pussy. Then, for the briefest of moments she let her fingertips rested just inside the wet, open lips of Elaine's pussy. As intended this put Elaine right over the top. It indicated to Heidi that Elaine knew the game and she was playing it with her. As she withdrew the teasing finger, she saw Elaine's bottom lift an inch or two from the surface of the table, she took in the whiteness of Elaine’s clenched knuckles, her screwed up eyelids, the half opened mouth and the darting tongue. At the same time she felt the tightening of the muscles under her hand and she watched as an erotic tenseness consumed Elaine's body as now unashamedly the beautiful ash blonde arched her back. Most wonderfully Heidi witnessed the cascade of wetness from Elaine’s pussy as her orgasm exploded.
Not for one second did Heidi hesitate. She had earned this and was now beyond danger. With her right hand she reached up between Elaine's open legs and slipped two fingers deep into her wet recess. For a long thirty seconds she held them rigid well up inside Elaine's pussy as Elaine now rode out her orgasm on them.
Elaine felt Heidi’s fingers slide in just as the orgasm crashed about her. She was now beyond caring, beyond concern, beyond doubt, beyond shame and well beyond believing she was totally straight. She crushed her thighs around the hand trying to capture the fingers and urge every single last ounce of pleasure from them. It was too late for analysis, for debate, for wondering and for inhibitions. She might be a respectable middle class wife, an owner of a publishing firm and sexually prudent, but now she was being fucked by another woman on a massage table and she was enjoying every moment of it.
Heidi saw Elaine's capitulation to what her body was demanding. She watched as the woman's resistance drained away and she accepted the lesbian advance. Heidi knew from fucking other lesbian virgins that it took time for the other's minds to accept what their body was demanding. But she knew that in the end, especially once they had gone this far, they always did. And Elaine was no exception. No, this slightly distant, possibly a little stuck up; maybe somewhat prudish older woman was just like the rest. When her sexual temperature was turned up she writhed in orgasmic delight on the masseuse's fingers deep inside her pussy.
As much as Heidi enjoyed initiating women into what she believed their bodies were intended for, sex with their own gender, she now was excited to have Elaine pleasure her. Keeping her fingers inside Elaine and now pumping them with the motion of a cock fucking her, she leaned forward. There was absolutely no way that she could or would let this gorgeous woman off her table without a thorough fucking. And it began just inches from her mouth.
"Oh my God. Oh, oh no, oh god," Elaine couldn’t stop herself from crying when she felt the girls tongue lick round her areola and then up and on to her nipple. It felt amazing. And then it just got better as the girl's teeth gently bit and then pulled on her nipple.
Elaine's orgasm found new heights and greater intensity as Heidi’s fingers danced inside her pussy and her mouth suckled her nipples. Could there be anything more exciting and sexually pleasurable she was wondering as involuntarily her arm went round the girl's neck and she pulled her face more firmly onto her tits.
Heidi smiled. She had won. She had got what she wanted, but now she would give Elaine everything that she wanted -- what she had probably needed for years and Heidi would take her reward in the way she preferred.
She knew that nothing would be said. That Elaine would be in denial and wouldn't discuss it, thank her or ask for anything. She also knew that soon, in a week or two she would be back for more.
She felt Elaine’s hand unbuttoning her white, mid-length tunic. In anticipation of what was now happening, Heidi had removed her bra when she had stopped massaging Elaine to get more oil. Once Elaine had undone all the buttons, Heidi shook off the tunic and leaned forward and gently touched Elaine's nipple with her own hard button. With her eyes closed, Elaine had no idea what was touching her at first, but when Heidi took hold of her wrist and pulled the other hand onto her other breast the enormity of it hit home to Elaine. Being fucked was one thing she thought, but somehow that seemed less intimate and personal than caressing the girl's breasts.
But it was just a momentary hitch Elaine was beyond stopping the lesbian train she was on. She remembered the familiar feelings from when she masturbated. Her heart pounded as she acknowledged she had now passed another boundary. She blew past accepting a lesbian advance and was now confronting the one concerned with reciprocating to her lover. The confrontation became even more of a challenge when she felt the breast moving upwards until the girl's intensely hard nipple was nuzzling at her lips. At the same time Heidi was now using her thumb to flick Elaine's clit as she continued to finger fuck her. Elaine had given up all attempts at hiding her wanton excitement; her legs were wide open and her knees were drawn up in a pose that if photographed would at best be called a beaver shot. But Elaine was beyond caring, beyond shame, beyond being reserved and certainly beyond resisting what Heidi was offering.
Greedily almost she sucked Heidi’s nipple as she felt her own being pinched and pulled more firmly, but more pleasurably than they had before.
Still Heidi wanted Elaine to have more. Why not? She had shown Elaine “the way;” she had initiated her, given her other sexual options and provided her with one of the strongest orgasms the older women had ever experienced. That was worth a lot. Now, Heidi wanted to let Elaine experience taking another woman. She took Elaine's other hand and slipped it between her opened legs. When Elaine felt her fingers on the damp, cotton gusset of Heidi's, white lacy panties, she was at first, surprised and shocked.
Her rational side said this is too far. It whispered that she should be giving the lifeguard a handjob until he ejaculated inside his tight white Speedo. But her rational side had lost that battle.
Elaine wanted more; she wanted to fuck Heidi. To her erotic side, the feel of the Heidi’s lips through the wet material felt so natural, right, proper and exciting. She did what comes so easily to any woman and gently rubbed her fingers along the Heidi’s cotton covered slit and let her fingers slip between her pussy lips. It seemed so natural and Elaine realized how exciting it was – her own pussy creamed as she felt Heidi’s juices begin to flow. Her finger found Heidi's clit just as she felt Heidi's hand on hers. She didn't know what was happening at first but then realized that Heidi was pulling her panties down. Elaine didn't panic. She didn't lose her cool or do anything sudden. The wetness on her fingertips was so reminiscent of what she felt most nights as she masturbated. Without really thinking she went on to do exactly what she did on most of those nights. And that was to slip two fingers into Heidi’s pussy.
Heidi moaned deeply as she watched Elaine turn her head to see Heidi and as she felt Elaine’s fingers enter her. She had for so long wanted to make love to this woman and it was finally happening. Heidi shifted her body so that Elaine’s fingers could more easily work over her pussy. Elaine was able to curl her fingers deep inside Heidi, feeling for her button. Heidi’s juices began to ooze and run down Elaine’s fingers and her hips began to move. To Elaine, the feeling of her fingers in another girl’s pussy was indescribably sensuous and her own pussy began to spasm again. Her thumb found Heidi’s clit and she began to rub it hard. Heidi’s gasped sharply and Elaine stopped rubbing.
“No! Don’t stop; please don’t stop.”
Elaine smiled and her thumb resumed its flicking of Heidi’s clit. Heidi was now completely consumed by Elaine’s fingers, her mind a jumble of lust as she felt her orgasm build.
Elaine whispered “I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers!”
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, let me make you come.”
And Heidi’s orgasm crashed over her. Car’s hand felt her come as her juices ran down Elaine’s wrist. Heidi fell forward seeking the massage table for support.
Elaine stroked her bare back as Heidi caught her breath. “I need everything right now. I want you to go down on me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Please…”
Heidi made her way once down body, pausing to suck on my hard nipples, and going farther down, licking my belly button. She slipped between my legs and I watched as she looked at my wet pussy. It trimmed but there was still a fair amount of blond hair though. I know could see my tiny pink slit, wet and waiting. Heidi leaned down and kissed the inside of my thighs, running her hand over the small patch of hair. I felt Heidi spread my nether lips and stroked my wet center. And when my swollen clit peeked out from under its hood I dropped her head down and began to suck it. At this, I let out a soft wail of pleasure.
I grabbed the back of Heidi’s head and pressed it to my pussy. She flicked her tongue over my clit and even pinched it with my teeth a little. I couldn’t stop moaning. Heidi slid her middle finger into my pussy as her mouth teased my clit. I watched as Heidi leaned back and watched her finger slide in and out of me.
I leaned down and kissed her pussy again, hard and ravenous, biting and sucking on her lips, and as she moaned I shoved my fingers back inside of her. It was so wet that they slid in without catching, but it was tight and the pressure on my fingers was incredible. I arched my back and then raised my hips, giving Heidi better access. She slid her fingers in and out of my pussy harder and faster, turned on by my little cries of pleasure and pain.
“Yeah yeah yeah yeah” I heard my voice crying, as I raised my ass from the massage table trying to force her fingers deeper inside and get more pressure from her mouth on my clit. With one last moaning, “Fuck” I hit my limit and I could feel warm juice squirt from my pussy. I had to push Heidi away.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, short of breath.
“What for?”
“For…that” I said, looking down and seeing my come coating Heidi’s face.
“Elaine, I have never seen anything so sexy in my life. I want to make you squirt again.”
Over the next few days Elaine thought about her “seduction.” She thought about it a lot and when she did she felt aroused and not, as in the past, ashamed, bemused or guilty. Elaine had come to terms with her lesbian adventure. She acknowledged that she wanted it to happened and she accepted that she had enjoyed it. She realized that she had found such arousal from what Heidi did to her and she knew that she would return. The worry, concern or call it what you will that mainly consumed her thinking was, what then? She wondered if she would welcome a lesbian advance in real life as opposed to in the confines of a massage room? That she didn't know. But as she lay in her bed alone at nights over the next few weeks, she began to welcome the idea that maybe a “fling” with another was something that she would welcome.
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