MASSAGE SESSION

Tags: lesbian sex, light nipple teasing, fingering, pussy licking, squirting

“Just place your robe over there.”

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Anya looked over at the squat bamboo bench as she removed the thin silk robe. A friend of hers had told her about this place and had advised her to wear a small bikini because 'it allows for deeper muscle penetration'. But now, standing in the room without the robe she was feeling a bit self conscious. Her white bikini top, barely there triangles, did nothing to hide the swell of her amble bosom and the open window blew a cool breeze over her nipples, hardening them and making her feel even more exposed. The tiny bottom pressed into her body, outlining her thick feminine lips before it tapered back into a thong that disappeared between the full globes of her ass.

The masseuse turned and smiled sweetly, “Lay down please,” she pointed to the comfy table.

When her client laid down on her back she should have told her to turn over onto her stomach, but she was captivated by the lines and curves of her body. Her client was beautiful, dark caramel skin that gave away her African heritage, but her almond shaped brown Asian eyes told of mixed blood as well. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, but clearly not fake, her tummy was flat and her thighs toned. So much better than the clients she usually had. Balding, chubby men who mustered up the courage to ask for 'happy endings' just because they were on vacation in another state or older wealthy men who wanted to be her 'sugar daddy'. She had heard every line and deflected every advance to the point that giving massages was beginning to wear her thin. But today...today would be enjoyable.

She walked around and stood at her client's head, “Is this your first massage Anya?” She asked as she poured warm oil into her hands.

“Yes,” the answer was spoken softly, nervously.

“You'll enjoy it, I promise. My name is Mya, I'll take good care of you,” and with that she started on Anya's neck and shoulders.

Anya closed her eyes and took in the scent of jasmine as it floated to her senses from the warmly oiled hands. Mya's fingers skillfully worked out the tension in her neck, before sliding down to rub along her shoulders and collar bone. Mya shifted downwards and stroked Anya's upper arms, squeezing them gently to work out the stress there as well. Sliding back up slowly she rubbed her shoulders again then dipped down into her cleavage before coming back out to the shoulders.

Anya's eyes flew open when she felt Mya's hands slip between her breasts and she was caught off guard by the sight of Mya's own breasts swinging above her. Mya's tight pale yellow tank did little to hide the hard nipples and Anya found herself staring at them as the woman worked out her tension.

She had instantly thanked the gods when she had entered the room initially. She had requested a female, but never would have imagined one as gorgeous as Mya. She had given her a smile that could stop traffic as she pulled her shiny raven hair into a bun. Mya's hazel eyes were kind as she explained the type of massage she would be giving, but Anya had barely heard any of it. She was too busy drinking in the lithe form of the Latin beauty.

Now, watching her breasts sway from side to side was almost too much of a temptation. Her lips parted and she could almost imagine latching onto one of those big nipples and sucking until she made Mya moan. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, determined to relax and enjoy the massage and end her line of thinking.

During Anya's deep breath Mya's eyes followed the rise and fall of her breasts and noticed that her nipples seemed to be larger than they had before. She licked her lips and slid her hands further down and over then swept them up the sides of Anya's breasts. Anya gasped but didn't protest. Mya, feeling reckless, did the action again, this time being sure to sweep her fingertips over the tips. Anya shivered a bit that time and Mya wanted to do nothing more than to pinch the nubs and roll them between her fingers. She closed her eyes briefly, berating herself for her unprofessional thoughts, but still she repeated the movement, lingering longer at the nipples.

She removed her hands and gathered up more oil then went back to rubbing the sides of Anya's breasts. The oil soaked through the white fabric of her little bikini and she could see the dark coloring of the aureola and the nipples. Again she 'massaged' the sides and ran her fingertips over the nipples, this time daring to pinch them slightly.

Anya felt her body respond to the light pinches and she pressed her legs together tightly, stimulating her center a bit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tingling pleasure radiating from her nipples. Though never having been to a massage parlor before she was pretty sure playing with the clients nipples wasn't part of the usual experience. She was giddy that Mya seemed to find her just as attractive as she did her.

Mya moved around to the side of Anya's body so she could rub oil over her belly and down along her hips. She had to move on, lest she continue to tease her client's sensitive tips. Her fingers dug into the smooth skin and soon she was back into the rhythm of massaging, remembering her training to bring relief and relaxation to her client. Down to the toned thighs, she did one then the other before lifting a leg to work out the calf muscles.

Anya was enjoying her massage greatly and was contemplating taking a nap as Mya moved on to the other calf. That was until Mya asked Anya to spread her legs.

“I'm sorry?” Anya asked, looking down the line of her body to see Mya.

“Part your legs, I need to work your inner thighs.”

Anya felt her face warm, but she obeyed, keeping her eyes on Mya's as she spread her legs slowly. She was boldly giving her masseuse a show, she wondered if Mya understood.

Mya couldn't take her eyes off Anya as the woman opened for her. Was that arousal shining in her eyes? Was she flirting with her? She didn't want to get her hopes up, but her body warmed in eager anticipation none the less. She gave Anya another warm smile and a nod then lowered her hands and her eyes and got to work.

Mya could clearly see the outline of Anya's lips, pulled back by the spread of her legs, even the little bud of her clitoris was visible. She swallowed hard, but couldn't pull her eyes from the tantalizing view as she pressed her thumbs into the flesh of her client's inner thighs. Higher she rose, sliding her hands ever closer to the center mound of her client. She removed her hands suddenly to gather more oil and smirked when she heard Anya's soft whine. She went back to her task, being sure that some oil dripped onto the white cloth so it would soak through and let her have a peek. She rubbed at the juncture where hip met thigh, the movement distorting the bikini bottom until the edges of her womanhood began to show. She worked a bit faster and the fabric worked it's way between her center, exposing the smooth thick pussy lips finally.

Anya felt the exposure and she couldn't help but moan a little. Her body was so warm now, her pleasure growing until she began to moisten the fabric of her bikini bottom. She spread her legs a little more and looked down to see Mya staring hungrily at her pussy. She didn't protest when Mya began to untie the strings of her bikini.

“Please, I need you on your stomach now,” Mya looked up and was pleased to see Anya panting a bit and flushed of face. She waited until her client moved then slid the bikini away and onto the floor, “Lift up onto your knees please. Keep your legs spread.”

Anya obeyed, laying her head down on the massage table and gripping the edge. She closed her eyes and pulled her knees underneath herself, feeling the cool air of the room on her most private area.

Mya gathered more oil and began massaging the back of Anya's thighs, from knee up to the curve of her ass. She moved her thumbs closer and closer to Anya's smooth lips until she was rubbing small circles along the edges. Finally, knowing Anya wouldn't say no, she pulled apart the lips. Anya was pink and glistening, spreading her wider she could clearly see her opening, clinching and relaxing like an eager panting mouth. She slipped the very tips of her thumbs inside and felt how wonderfully slick and warm she was.

Anya gasped out and pressed back against the intrusion, wanting Mya to go deeper. She was trembling a bit now, gripping the side of the table a bit harder.

Mya removed her thumb and placed it into her mouth, she sucked the juices away and almost moaned at the taste of it. She pushed her whole thumb in this time and felt the walls squeeze around the digit in eagerness. She smiled, “You're so tight here too, I need to massage you well,” she pushed in the other thumb then pulled out, opening her up.

Anya had never felt so exposed before! She felt vulnerable, knowing Mya was doing nothing but staring at her wide open pussy. She wondered what she was doing, what she was waiting for.

Mya continued to hold Anya open until she saw her began to naturally lubricate. Her pussy began to drip, clear liquid rolling from her gaping entrance toward the swollen bud of her clit. She leaned down and pushed her tongue into the hole, the action made Anya jump a bit with a gasp of pleasure. She pressed in deeper, until her tongue was coated in warm juice. She pulled her wider still with her thumbs then rolled her tongue all around, tasting every sweet corner she could reach.

She pulled away with a moan then removed her thumbs, only to replace them with the index and middle finger of her right hand. She started up a quick pace, thrusting the fingers in as deep and strongly as she could. She smirked when she saw Anya's toes curl.

Anya was panting for breath, her mouth open in a silent 'O' as she felt her masseuse piston her fingers in and out of her. Mya pressed in deep then wiggled her fingers quickly, drawing out a yelp of surprise from her client. She shoved in her ring finger and picked up the pace even more. Anya was embarrassed by the lewd sounds her body was making, the wet, sloppy sounds from her dripping pussy as Mya slammed her fingers in and out faster and faster. She could feel her climax building and she reached back to warn Mya, but Mya just gripped her hand and continued to finger fuck her tight cunt.

Anya let out a tiny grunt and it was the only warning sounded before she came. Her body tensed, the walls of her vagina pressing against Mya's fingers until it was almost painful as she rode out her climax. She grit her teeth as her body began to shake with pleasure and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when Mya started to frantically rub her sweet spot with the pads of her fingertips.

Mya watched as Anya was overcome and she smiled when she noticed the woman's juices would gush out with each thrust she gave. When she started to tease her g spot more wetness poured out, landing on the leather of the massage table until there was a small puddle. When Mya felt the pulsing inside of Anya began to slow she removed her fingers only to delve in with her tongue. She flicked it mercilessly over the tip of Anya's clit then began to suck on the bud.

Anya scrambled to try to get away, but Mya grabbed her hips and sucked harder. The sensation was almost too much for her, she could feel her body tingling anew and she let out a long pleading groan as she realized she was gearing up for another orgasm. Mya loved the desperate sounds Anya was making and it only made her lick and suck at the hot little bud more and more. When Anya felt Mya's teeth latch on gently, yet firmly around the tip of her clit she let out a cry and was coming once more, washing Mya's lips and tongue with her warm juices.

Mya lapped it up, swallowing down all that she could with satisfied moans. When Anya collapsed onto the table bonelessly Mya went over to her little sink and washed her hands and her face then returned to her client with damp paper towels and patted her dry. Then she gathered up her lotions and began to massage her thighs and buttocks.

Anya blinked, coming back down to earth with a deep sigh. She lay there silently and enjoyed the massage she was receiving now. After a while she asked softly, "Can I book another appointment for next week?"

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