Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 3:19 pm Post subject: The Girl who came for a Massage
here is a story that Sarahgirl and I are going to try to write together - lets know what you think
12.45, three quarters of an hour and I am done. It was the sort of day that was the hardest, gorgeous sunshine outside and me stuck inside in the Aqua Suite of the Oasis Park. Our area was always hot and humid, the swimming pools made the place smell of chlorine and the sauna and Jacuzzi on the other side ensured a constant tropical temperature. Because of the sunshine I had only 3 people today, 2 blokes for a sports massage (sympathy and a letch more like) and one customer for a relax oil massage. My thoughts were broken, Dawn popped in, even though she was my boss, a stunning 25 year old who had different colour hair every week and dressed in the sort of modest style that made you want to find out what was underneath, swishy skirts and tops that just hug her neat frame without giving away any secrets. “Your next appointment is getting ready” she announced “I’ve told her that you will come for her in a couple of moments – Sarah’s her name”.
I didn’t need to remake the bed, the room was ready, an oil burner gave a gentle smell of jasmine, the fan made sure the fragrance wafted into every corner, just over powering the pool aroma and giving a hint of the exotic.
Expecting a middle aged housewife I struggled not to show the surprise of a young girl sitting shyly in the parks standard issue white towelling robe and slippers, her dark hair looking like flowing liquid chocolate against the white fabric was a piece of art in its own right. “Sarah?” I asked, her deep brown eyes met mine as she gave a little nod “Hi, I’m Lucy would you like to come this way”. Sarah gracefully stood up, a tall girl, who seemed confident in how she looked, she followed me into the suite.
“Could you please take off your robe and lie on the bed” I directed while looking the other way collected the essential oils. As I turned back around I had my second shock, all clients are asked to leave their underwear on, Sarah was face down on the bed, absolutely naked, showing off a finely sculptured body gently curving in at the waist and back out for the hips, a gentle tan and a lily white bottom. “I am going to start with your shoulders and then I will work my way down” I explained, Sarah nodded – I felt she wanted to be alone with her thoughts so decided not to question.
The marble bottle was cool in my hands “This could be chilly” and poured some coconut oil onto her back, the waft of bounty joined the other fragrances in a heady mix. I watched as the oil oozed in front of my hands towards Sarah’s firm shoulders, she sighed and quickly relaxed. It was nice to see young skin move instead of the normal tired flesh that needed gallons of oil! After awhile I moved onto her back “It’s so nice to be touched like that” she softly commented “It seems like forever” I felt a shiver I dare not tell this turned me on more than I could say, her gorgeous skin had me transfixed, her pert bottom on display, her hips gently curving into her waist and no inane prattle. Suddenly I checked myself ‘Don’t get involved with clients’ and all the other guidelines came into my mind, that lasted about thirty seconds “Don’t you have a boy friend?” sort of fell out of my mouth before I could stop it – I had now reached the top of her bottom and wondered if she could hear my heart beating. “I did but he was so rough I asked him to go – rough in too many ways” I didn’t know what to say but Sarah continued softly “Do you like girls?”. By this time I had broken the rule I had poured more oil onto her bum cheeks and was rubbing it in – I watched as some slowly flowed in between her legs, my hands gently kneaded her bottom and I allowed my thumbs to massage a little between her legs giving each cheek a lift. Sarah sighed again a deep ‘I’m enjoying this’ sort of sigh “I think I do like girls” I felt my unsure voice tremble “do you?” and once again I asked what I didn’t intend to. I moved onto Sarah’s legs “mmm please don’t stop” She quietly breathed. After battling with my conscience for a bit I ran my hands firmly up the inside of her legs until they came to the top, I felt Sarah give a little shiver, I glanced at the clock and realised time was up and the suite would be needed soon. “need to bring this to a close” I carried on massaging between her legs for a moment – horrified at my own audacity, scared of rejection and yet wildly excited.
“When do you finish?” Sarah asked, again her voice was quiet, did I dare answer, once again the answer out in the open “As soon as I have tidied in here, can I get you a coffee?”
Joined: 26 May 2006 Posts: 4551 Location: Nottingham Uk
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 3:14 pm Post subject:
Sarah's perspective
This holiday was turning out to be a total drag. I used to enjoy going on holiday with my Sisters and Mum, because we could always manage to get away from Mum and have a bit of fun. These days, my older sister is getting really staid, siding with Mum all the time, the trouble is she knows most of the tricks Lucy and I use to cut loose, because she used to play them with us, talk about poacher turned gamekeeper!
Last night, Mum was going on about the massage she had just had, while Lucy and I were half listening. It was when Mum described the girl, also called Lucy, that my ears pricked up. A massage, however innocent, from a tall, curvy blonde, sounded like more fun than I had had for the last two days. Especially as the others planned to spend the day on bikes or something, yuck!
It wasn?t difficult to arrange, with the days being so hot, most people wanted to be outside or in the water, not having treatments. I had checked what time her shifts were (ok the guy behind the desk wasn?t supposed to tell me stuff like that, but it was so easy to make out we were mates and stuff, anyway, he was seriously distracted looking down my boobs, just shows you don?t have to be big to make an effect!), so that I got the last appointment, that way, I hoped we wouldn?t be interrupted by the next customer, on the faint chance that, first of all, she was remotely interested in girls (and this girl in particular) and second, that she bore some relationship to the person my Mum described. I mean, she could be 35 and Mum could describe her as young.
After the smell of jasmine, one of my favourites, the first thing that struck me in the little massage room was the notice that clients should remove their top clothes and put a robe on over their underwear, well the only underwear I had was a skimpy Thong!. I slipped my knickers into my bag, I would just pretend I hadn?t worn any, if she asked, then got into a robe.
When she walked in, to be honest, I was stunned. Perhaps a little younger than me, certainly more curvy, with any luck, in two minutes, this girl was going to have her hands on my naked body. All right, it would just be another massage to her, but I could dream, couldn?t I. When she asked me to, I turned away, dropped the robe on the floor and lay face down, waiting for her comment. She didn?t say ANYTHING about me being nude, something about starting on my top, but I was too nervous to do anything but nod, then she started, firm, soft hands on my shoulders and back, heaven. I wanted to groan with pleasure. I felt so stupid, lying there saying nothing, then I heard myself blurt out "It's so nice to be touched like that", which made me blush like mad. The truth was, I hadn't been touched, really touched since I broke up with Ellie three months ago, " It seems like forever", I heard myself mutter, making me blush even harder.
Then she asked me about a boyfriend, something about the way she said the word, like it was a foreign idea to her, set me hoping, asking questions of my own. I was sure her fingers were straying into places they shouldn?t really go, not that I was objecting, the way it was making me feel. However, much I imagined, I never expected the real thing to be this erotic, or was it my imagination. My nose is pretty sensitive, even through the scent of the oils, jasmine and coconut, I thought, I was catching the scent of my personal arousal, with a hint of someone else?s. (No it must be imagination?) I wanted this to go on forever, I wanted her to tell me to turn over, to massage my front and tummy and thighs, I wanted her to move closer, so I could feel her body against mine, I wanted .... .... but suddenly the time was up.
I couldn't believe where the time had gone! I felt a thudding disappointment, I my dream was rain pool in a desert. Then she asked me to go for coffee. My heart jumped from crashing woe to leaping delight in a second, I heard my voice squeak with excitement like a child's as I said "Oh! Yes".
I sat in the waiting area, while she finished off. While I waited, I imagined what it might have been like, had we been somewhere private, her hands straying further and further between my thighs, then turning my over and starting on my breasts.
When she came out, I hardly recognised her. She had a short yellow sundress with a flared skirt and scooped neck, showing a great tan, which I imagined, went all the way down, unlike mine, which had been done in the garden, where Mum would go spare, if I took my suit off.
"We could get coffee by the pool", she said, then noticed as my face fell a little. Go near the pool with her and Karen or Lucy, sister Lucy, would be sure to spot us and come over. "Is there anywhere a bit more private?", I asked. Seeing her slightly surprised look, I realised how forward this might sound, "its just that I?m here with my sisters and if they see you, they will just push in and monopolise the conversation".
"Well, I guess you could come back to my room. We are not supposed to ask guests back but, as long as you are not a guy, no-one will say anything".
"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not a guy", I replied with a little giggle. I hate it when I giggle, it sounds like I am trying to flirt, all right I was trying to flirt, but that doesn't mean I want to sound like I am flirting.
"If it comes to it, I can swear, on my honour, that I know you are not a guy, not with a shape like yours". She grinned. Just how much of my shape had she seen, I wondered, then that made me think of the scene in the Wheel of Time, where they are creating their new chief Aes Sedai (kinda witch women) and one by one, the very dignified, very staid, women on the council, or whatever they call it, stand and strip to the waist, intoning "I am a woman". I tell Lucy about this thought.
"Well all I saw was your back really, but that was enough for me to be certain. No man ever had a butt like yours", she says, with a smile and a firm pat on the part she is referring too. Now that causes all sorts of naughty thoughts t race through my head.
She leads me into a tiny room, with two narrow single beds, two narrow chests of draws, a curtained space for hanging clothes, two upright chairs near a window and a kettle. She puts the kettle on, finds a couple of mugs, slips into the rather dingy looking en-suite to wash them. I sit on the bed and try to think of something interesting to say. I?m terrible at small talk, I can never come up with the witty phrase, the clever remark, often, I can?t think of anything to say at all, end up sitting in uncomfortable silence.
When she comes back, she sees me, sitting silent, on the bed, gives my a soft smile, "Was it what you expected?"
For a moment, I had no idea what she was referring to, my imagination started running wild, no calm girl, calm girl, "What?"
"The massage. Was it what you expected?".
"Not really. I mean, it was great, but I had no idea just what to expect, I've never been massaged before. I did wonder if it would hurt at all but it didn't and I loved the scent and the oil. But, I guess, I thought, maybe, you would massage all of me. Well, maybe not quite all", I was giggling again, "but front as well as back". Now I am blushing wildly.
"I thought it must be your first, you should really have kept your undies on, you know, some of the masseurs would be quite embarrassed by you being nude".
"Sorry, if I made you blush", I muttered back, not meeting her eyes.
"Oh! I didn?t mind, in fact, if I?m honest, I quite enjoyed the view", I saw that she was blushing now. Did that mean she was, like, interested?
"Can I admit something?", I said softly, looking down, trying to be coy.
"What?", she asked throatily.
"I knew I shouldn?t take my undies off. But, I didn't have a bra on anyway and I thought it would be more .... ..... interesting ?", I let my voice tail off.
?I see?, she said slowly, "and did you find it .... ..... interesting", she stressed the last word.
I looked up, her face was impassive, giving me no clue at all about how she was responding to this.
"Well, that's one word for what I felt", she motioned for me to go on, "I just wish that we hadn't run out of time, just then. It was getting really, really ... ..... nice?".
Now she was blushing madly. "I didn't really mean to .. ... ... ", now it was her voice that faded away.
I reached my hand up to her face, giving her a gentle stroke on the cheek, "so soft, so warm", I murmured.
She was breathing hard, almost trembling, seemingly unsure. I bent forward, touching her lips with mine, soft, sweetness, moving back just an inch waiting, waiting, as she frowned, then the frown faded, replaced by decision and she inched her lips forward to meet mine.
The board seems to have changed all my quote marks and pauses to questions marks, I think I just managed to change them back. Apolgies for any I missed.
[size=12][color=blue]I hurriedly put the room in order and went into the locker room, I un-poppered my nurse like white uniform and stood there in my bra and knickers wishing that my walls were see through mirrors and Sarah wanted to see me, I hoped she did. I took my yellow summer dress and pulled it over my head, as it came down to my waist my heart fluttered a little, a moment of indecision and then off came my knickers – lets repay the compliment! A quick touch of lip gloss and mascara and …… I wonder if I have over stepped the mark, heck fancying a girl and especially one who is a client! I took a deep breath, calmed myself put some oil in my bag (we are allowed to use it ourselves too), then breezed out to the waiting room. Sarah looked gorgeous, she was wearing a short denim skirt that pleated from half way, a white blouse that did tantalisingly little to conceal her shape, let alone a pair of excited nipples that simply demanded attention. A nice touch was a pair of sandals that wrap around the legs with a ribbon and a slight heel that made her legs long and gazelle like. She stood up to meet me and I suddenly realised how tall the shoes made her, once again her dark hair just seemed so liquid against the crisp whiteness of the blouse.
I blinked in the strong sun and suggested the pool area for coffee, Sarah backed off to my surprise, but then explained about sisters, “shall we go to my place?” I offered wishing that I hadn’t, my room is shared with another girl and is dingy little hole that I am not proud of. My heart started to race, was I reading too much into this, I shouldn’t feel this way, yet she is stunningly gorgeous and flirting – I think. ‘Why did I offer the room’, I think to myself as I fumble with the door. “Welcome to Chateau de la Lucy!” I chimed as I swung open the door with an over emphasised flourish.
I put the kettle on and we nervously waited for it to boil. Sarah suddenly admitted that having no knickers was deliberate. “I see” I replied, absolutely stunned, I kept control on the outside trying to evaluate my feelings, yet inside I had turned into a frothing, foaming gibbering wreck, I heard myself asking “did you find it interesting?” I cracked, I could hold on to this no longer, Sarah had leaned forward and touched me, gently I kissed her. A shock of electricity fired through me, I sat back down and we looked at each other nervously weighing each others intentions and movements. “Did you want me to massage your front?” Sarah’s were as large as a doe but she nodded keeping her eyes on my every movement, I melted inside just looking at that lovely face, those nervous eyes. “OK lie on my bed – its this one ……… Can I undress you please?” we both gulped, realising this was unknown territory, however she lay down. I undid the ribbons on her sandals and slowly un wound them, gently rubbing her toes, Sarah squirmed but smiled and then giggled. After a couple of moments I started to undo the buttons on her blouse, starting from the bottom, slowly one button at a time until her belly button was exposed, bent down and kissed it, Sarah gave a lovely little gasp and closed her eyes, one more button and then the top one. Before the top came off I kissed each breast without going anywhere near her nipples, then eased the blouse out from under her.
I took a small amount of the oil and poured it right between her gentle peaks and watched it flow, I knelt on top of Sarah, one leg on each side, my bare bum just touching flesh below her skirt line. Placing both hands in the oil I started to move it around in little circles that made shiny tracks that framed her tan lines. I could feel her tremble a little nervously and wondered if she could feel my heart pounding or the pulse in my fingers, I kept my hands firm so that I didn’t give away my nerves too. The circles became smaller and smaller, I know I was concentrating on only one area, Sarah had her eyes gently shut and she gave out contented sighs. I just brushed the brown edge of one nipple and she gave a sharp intake of breath, eyes opened and in an instant had given a nod of assent to an unspoken question, I moved the oil line closer, just moving on to the brown surround but teasingly not touching the nipple itself, they had become like little, solid towers.
Leaving the nipples themselves untouched, I dried the oil from my hands on Sarah’s belly, just touching the large blue stone stud. The skirt had a row of levi type button studs on them, so from the bottom again I undid them and watched as the skirt fell away to her sides exposing her completely. She looked lovely, sexy and vulnerable all at once, I traced my finger from her belly button down and stopped, trying to control nerves and unsure of the next move. Sarah’s eyes either closed or followed every move, I felt I needed a nudge ………[/size][/color]Hope colour is a bit better?
Joined: 26 May 2006 Posts: 4551 Location: Nottingham Uk
Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 8:36 am Post subject: The next bit from me
Sarah's viewpoint
Her kiss sent feelings flooding through me, feelings that I had scarcely imagined before, hints of an intensity of excitement that I had never even dreamed were possible. Anything, everything seemed possible with this girl. I stared into her face wondering, daring to wonder now, if she was feeling anything like I was, struggling to put my feelings in words that wouldn’t shock of frighten her or embarrass me, when she asked “Did you want me to massage your front?”. I felt my eyes widen, with surprise, in my head I was saying “yes, yes, touch me, touch me everywhere, anywhere”, I was sure that if I said anything it would sound over eager, desperate, so I just nodded, watching her face, looking for clues as to just how she felt about this. Then she asked if she could undress me, “yes, oh! Yes, strip me, strip me now”, the voice in my head screamed, while I gulped and tried again to find cooler words.
She started with my sandals, when all I wanted was her hands on my naked skin, my breasts or more. Instead, very slowly, she undid and un would the ribbons, somehow making that, so domestic, action more intimate, more sensual than I had imagined being undressed could be. Then she touched my toes! I just hate people touching my toes, which are ridiculously ticklish, but her hands hardly tickled at all, instead they sent secret messages down nerves that I hadn’t known existed until then, nerves that connected my toes, with my deepest self, so I was suddenly very, very wet again.
Then she began to unbutton my blouse, starting at the bottom, so very slowly that I thought I would die from the prolonged pleasure of it, the anticipation of the next contact, as her fingers sought another button, the next feeling of coolness, as the button parted. When she bent over my belly, I tensed, my body anticipating the tickling sensation that any touch there would normally produce. Instead, her dancing tongue send a jag of pleasure, so intense that I had to gasp, blazing through my whole body.
She had raised me to another level of self awareness. I felt I was aware of every inch of exposed skin, each pulse as it beat though me, the rise and fall of my chest, each movement of my belly and the repeated beats of pleasure that flowed through my, so stiff, nipples and my yearning under parts. My eyes closed, as I concentrated on this new, sensory universe. When she knelt over me, I wanted her weight to press down on me, to crush me!
Her kisses and touches burned through me, the scent and feel of the oil, the oil and her fingers, were threatening to sweep me away altogether, to ecstasy or unconsciousness, I couldn’t be sure which. Her fingers began to centre on my breasts, to circle closer and closer to my straining nipples, making my sigh, over and over with pleasurable anticipation, “please, please”, I whispered but only in my head.
Then she paused. I felt my skirt fall away, anticipated her hands moving lower and lower down my body. Her touch on my belly, made me flood again, her finger tracing downwards, pausing, pausing ……. .
I felt the uncertainly in her, suddenly. Saw, even with my eyes closed, the small frown, the rapid blinking of her gorgeous eyes, as she tried to decide, so I opened my eyes.
She was knelt, one leg either side of mine, while she removed my skirt, that lovely yellow dress bunched up a little. While creases would drop out, maybe, there was a real risk of the oil spoiling it!
“You should take that dress off”, I said, softly, “it would be a shame to get oil on it”
She swallowed and nodded, suddenly very shy.
“Here, let me”, I whispered. I sat up a little, checked that my hands were dry, then taking hold of the hem, I lifted it over her head, watching carefully to see that I didn’t catch her hair or anything, then reached my arm out to place it on a chair, by the bed, before I leaned back to look at her. Only then did I realise why she was being so shy!
“Oh” My!”, I murmured, “you look delicious”. Perhaps it was not the best choice of word but suddenly eating was very much on my mind and the menu of choice was all laid out naked before me.
I could feel my breathing was all jagged, I felt so alive, so aware that I kept thinking I was going to break out in nervous twitches. As much to steady myself as anything, I took her hands in mine and then lay back down, pulling her forward, until she was kneeling over me. I reached up and touched her neck, noticing that it was flushed slightly, noticing that her breathing, too, was ragged. I stroked her neck softly, then let my fingers slide softly down her, down until they rested on the slope of her breast. I looked deeply into her eyes, waiting for her assent. Now it was her eyes that were wide open, she was the one struggling to speak, instead she gave the slightest smile, all the invitation I was prepared to wait for.
My fingers traced around the orb of her breast, slid along the line that joined breast to body, slid up the valley between breasts, then with both hands, I stroked and weighed and circled.
She leaned forward onto her elbows, to release her hands. As her hands came towards my breasts, I slid the ends of both thumbs across her nipples, making her gasp. The finger and thumb of each of her hands closed on my nipples, softly tweaking and rolling them. Thinking the position could not be very comfortable for her, I slowly slid, slightly sidewards, then rolled a little, guiding her onto her side, so we lay side by side, fingering each other’s nipples, our faces only inches apart, eyes locked on each others. I edged closer and kissed her eyelids, feeling her blinking, her eyes moving under my lips, first one, then the other. I pulled back. She smiled, then leaned and nibbled my upper ear, kissed the side of my jaw, slid her mouth downwards, so her lips contacted mine and placed the softest of kisses on my mouth.
I groaned with the pleasure of it. “I need to take this slowly, I need to take this slowly”, I was saying to myself, when it slipped out.
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oooppps I willhave to d somethig about colour - at least its an easy read