Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  The following weekend was Jenna’s birthday. One of her lesbian friends had given her a very generous gift, one we could use together, I hoped. It was a gift voucher to a nearby spa, known for being a particularly romantic spot. It included one night’s accommodation, a dinner at the spa’s restaurant and, which sounded the best to me, a rose-petal bubble bath with champagne and chocolates!

  “Of course I’m taking you, silly!” she said.

  I handed the voucher back to her and grinned.

  “Oh goody!” I replied.

  I packed my overnight bag the following weekend and headed up to Jenna’s room. Surprisingly enough, she was almost ready! Her hair was pinned intricately with flower clips. Her light green dress hung down to her feet, with a slit up to the knees on either side. She looked like an elfin queen again, it was perfect.

  I put my bag down inside our suite, an hour later. The sun would be setting in a few minutes. A fire was lit in the room’s indoor fireplace and a welcoming plate of fruit and bottle of ginger-beer adorned a small table. A door led out to a small private patio with a table and two chairs, and a view of the lush green garden. We walked outside. Jenna picked a red grape off a bunch and fed it to me.

  “This is so beautiful!” I said.

  Jenna popped a grape into her mouth and leaned closer. She pressed her lips against mine. The sweet grape juices wet her lips.

  Once we had explored the room, we headed to the restaurant. We chose to have dinner on the patio. The sky was a pink haze between the gaps in the vine leaves. A nearby fountain gushed three spouts into a pool.

  “A fountain,” Jenna exclaimed, “like when you first bumped into me!”

  I clinked my glass of non-alcoholic champagne against hers.

  “To my clumsiness!”

  “Cheers!” she said.

  When we returned to our suite after dinner, we were welcomed by the scent of rose petals. Next to the bed, the sunken tub was strewn with pink petals, in the water and around the edges. White candles lit the corners and reflected in the white bubbles. A board laid across the tub, held our assortment of chocolates and champagne.

  “Oh my god!” Jenna exclaimed.

  I had barely closed the door to our suite and she began to strip off her dress and kicked her sandals off. The dimmed suite lights and candles illuminated her slender, naked body.

  “Come on, Kaela!” she said.

  I removed my loose-fitting pants and sweatshirt and slipped out of my bra and panties.

  Jenna climbed into the bubble-filled tub first. I climbed in opposite her, on the tap side. She picked up a chocolate-coated strawberry, leaned forward and put the tip in my mouth. The dark chocolate flavor and sweetness of the fruit blended in my mouth.

  “Yum!”

  I watched her grin as she slowly brought the fruit to her mouth. She licked her lips slowly, pouted them and closed her eyes as she took a bite. I started to throb inside as she licked her fingers.

  I reached out my leg and nestled my foot between her legs.

  “Hmm,” she groaned.

  Her hand touched my thigh. I moved the board between us, to the side of the bath and pulled her closer. She climbed on top of me, with her legs on either side of mine.

  I collected the white foam in my hands and patted it over her breasts. The bubbles partly covered them, but not her hard nipples. The bath oils made her skin oily, allowing my hands to glide over her firm tear drops and caress them.

  “Happy birthday!” I whispered into her ear.

  She giggled and brought her hand between my legs. Her fingers cupped my pussy and stroked back and forth. A finger teased my moist entrance and pushed inside me. I groaned as another finger joined the first. She rubbed my clit at the same time with her thumb. Her fingers retracted and pushed up deeper in my pussy.

  I squeezed her full breasts and pinched her nipples.

  “Oh yeah!” she groaned.

  I took hold of her head and pulled her closer, until our lips touched. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled gently as my tongue penetrated her mouth.

  My clitoris was swollen and became more sensitive each time her thumb rubbed over it. My muscles clenched inside.

  “Fuck me harder!” I said, as I kissed her neck.

  “Yes, commander!” she replied.

  My giggle turned into a groan as she forced four fingers inside me, as her thumb continued to tease my swollen clit.

  “That’s it lieutenant, yeah!” I managed to reply after a few seconds.

  My breasts rose and fell, as my breathing became deeper. The oils in the water made her fingers slide in and out of me easily. She pushed up inside my pussy and my muscles began to clench around her fingers.

  She rammed them in harder and faster. I leaned my head against the rim of the tub as I began to lose control. The pleasure mounted and was taking over. I glanced in the steamy mirror and caught Jenna’s reflection winking at me. Her damp white hair clung to her cheeks and her blue eyes were open wide. I would never forget the image of her, the naughty nymph, reflected in the mirror, in the candlelight.

  My pelvic muscles became stiff and I closed my eyes. My muscles clenched tightly around her fingers.

  “Oh god!” I exclaimed.

  The consuming pleasure exploded deep inside me as her thumb pressed hard against my clit. I pinched my nipples at the same time and enjoyed the mild pain as the pleasure carried me away.

  I felt something being popped into my mouth and opened my eyes quickly. After a split second, I recognized the taste of chocolate. I sucked on the strawberry as my breathing slowed and stared at the beautiful creature opposite me.

  I took a bite of the chocolate delight before Jenna plucked it out of my mouth. She rose up onto her knees. My face was in line with her smooth shaven pussy. She giggled. My eyes opened wide as I watched her spread her legs further apart and inserted the chocolate-coated strawberry into the entrance of her pussy.

  “Dessert?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah!” I replied.

  I scooted closer to her in the bubbly water and brought my tongue to the delicious fruit between her legs.

  The Masseuse

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Steamy Contemporary Lesbian Romance

  Sandra

  It was an ordinary day at work when Dominique Barrett walked into my massage parlor and laid down on my table. I knew immediately that I had to have her, and so when she asked me to dinner I was more than pleased to go. She was a rich, powerful woman and treated me like a princess, until something in her life went terribly wrong.

  Dominique

  Sandra was the most beautiful woman who had ever laid her hands on my body. I fell for her almost immediately and was head-over-heels after two dates with her. She was the perfect kind of woman for me—smart, talented, sweet, and adorable. I wanted nothing more than to give her everything she deserved, even when it came at a price.

  * * *

  Chapter 1: Sandra

  I tried and failed to wave a taxi down, cursing under my breath when I was ignored yet again. I kept forgetting that I wasn’t in New York anymore; I had just moved from there to Virginia, where I’d recently opened up a massage parlor with my partner from college, Jamie. It had been a risky move but definitely worth it—I did love Virginia, which was beautiful, and enjoyed working with my friend more than I had ever enjoyed working with a partner before. I sat down on a bench and called her now.

  “Are you home? I need a ride to the clinic.”

  “Again?” asked my friend. “What’s wrong with your car?”

  “Won’t start,” I grumbled. My car was a piece of shit. Luckily, since business was taking off at the parlor, I would be able to afford another one soon. I just had to wait until I had enough saved for a down payment. It was coming up quick. “Can you come get me or what?”

  “Yeah,” said Jamie. “Sure. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  I waited at the corner of my block until Jamie rolled up in her old Pontiac and pi
cked me up. I got into her car and immediately flipped down the passenger side mirror and started to put my makeup on because I hadn’t had time that morning. We opened the shop each day at seven in the morning, having realized that there was a whole clientele in people who like to get their massages in the mornings. Those were usually the most well-to-do, and so often we made over half our money for the day even just before nine. After that, if business slowed down, we would relax in the staff room, trading stories or just bullshitting to pass the time.

  Jamie raised her eyebrows and snorted at me as she watched me work on my face in the mirror.

  “Hot date last night?” she asked sardonically, looking me up and down. Jamie had always been the most sarcastic person I knew. And she knew better than to ask me about dating at this point, she knew I hadn’t done any in weeks. “You look like a mess.”

  “Thanks,” I said, not a bit surprised to hear her say so. That was just who she was—brutally honest, sarcastic as hell. She never beat around the bush. If she said I looked like shit, I looked like shit. “I just couldn’t sleep last night.”

  “Speaking of hot dates, when was the last time you went on one?”

  “Three weeks ago? Four? I forget,” I told her. “I’m about done with dating. I’ve had horrible luck lately.”

  “You’re going to be an old maid,” my friend teased. “Don’t give up now, you’ll grow cobwebs between your legs.”

  I laughed. Truth was, I’d been a serial dater back in New York and didn’t miss it at all. I had been so busy with the practice, besides. It took a lot of work to get a business off the ground, and besides it gave me an excuse not to try. I had never clicked with any woman quickly and found that dating was a tedious process to get to know somebody I was just going to end up breaking up with within a couple of months. At least, that’s how it always seemed to work.

  “You sound like my mother,” I said as we pulled up to the clinic. “I’m just focusing on work right now.”

  Jamie rolled her eyes and opened shop. We both went inside, flipping on the lights as we went. I looked at the schedule and saw that I had a new client this morning, someone named Dominique Barrett. I had heard of her at some point before but I couldn’t for the life of me think of where I had heard her name—it could have been anywhere, really, as I read the news almost religiously. I went about setting up at my station until I heard the soft chime of the door that told me someone had entered. I looked to see a strikingly beautiful woman standing in our lobby. She had large, hazel eyes and dark hair that framed her face and made the natural red of her lips stand out against her pale skin. She looked like a celebrity, some classic movie star that I couldn’t put my finger on. I felt stupidly star-struck and I was flustered by her appearance for a moment, rendered too speechless to greet her, but then I caught myself.

  “Dominique?” I asked, and the woman nodded.

  “Come on back,” I said, leading her through a dim hallway into the massage room, which was lit by soft lamps in the corners and smelled of eucalyptus and lavender combined. It always relaxed the clients and put them at ease; some of the newer ones still had trouble letting someone put her hands all over their bodies until they walked in the room and found how welcoming it was. I hoped that it had the same effect on Dominique, that she could relax under my hands, even if they were shaking slightly just being in her presence.

  “What can I do for you?” I asked, and she stared at me with those lovely laughing eyes.

  “Something all over,” she said in a soft, melodious voice. “I’m really tense.”

  I nodded and waited for her to disrobe, turning my eyes away respectfully. I caught a glimpse of her small brown nipples and the thatch of dark curls between her legs before she laid down on the table, pulling her long hair to the side. I took note of her long, muscular legs as I began to massage them, touching the soft skin of her ankles and calves before moving upward. I had never really been immediately attracted to a client before but she was different—her body was perfect, her face exquisite. I got distracted thinking about what it would feel like if those legs were wrapped around my waist, got distracted by the fact that I was now massaging her thighs, getting ever closer to her more intimate spaces. Her skin was a creamy olive color and the tone was even all over. She had that natural glow to her that came only out of health and vitality.

  I must have gotten distracted by where I was touching her and paused because she turned her head to look at me on the table.

  “Everything okay?”

  I shook my head, my face flaming. I was glad she couldn’t see me. “Yes, I’m sorry.”

  I continued her massage, my hands touching and cupping her intimately. I would be glad for this one to be over, though I found that I could probably touch her all day. Her skin was so beautiful and soft, her body incredible. I was reeling from my overwhelming attraction for her and needed a moment to breathe. She would give small, soft sighs of pleasure that put my body in the mood to overreact to the simple sounds whenever I targeted a specific muscle group. I touched her there over and over and each time she’d melt against the table, relaxing more and more the longer I went on.

  When the soft chime of the timer that signified her hour was up went off, she sat up slowly and stretched, not bothering to cover her breasts. I tried not to stare at them, instead going over to the sink and dousing my burning face with cool water. There was no way she hadn’t noticed my reaction; my face was in plain sight and she had been studying my features curiously, her eyes bright and warm on my flesh. She dressed and slipped out of the room while my back was turned.

  I gathered myself as best as I could and then walked into the reception area where Dominique was waiting. One sight of her grinning face sent electricity through my body again. I suddenly couldn’t wait for her to leave. My attraction to her was so overwhelming it made me squirm, made me feel raw in front of her, as if she could tell what I was thinking. If she could—if it was written all over my face—she didn’t seem to mind. She looked interested, actually, gazing at my lips, holding my eye for a couple of seconds too long. She was leaning forward over the counter, watching my face when she spoke.

  “Come to dinner with me,” she said, and I lifted my eyes to hers, captivated and surprised. It took me a moment to register what she was asking me. When I did, I looked at her, watched her face for hints of mirth or jest. There were none, only pure sincerity and attraction.

  “I can’t--,” I said, stumbling over the words. I cursed myself for being so flustered in her presence. “Mix business with pleasure. It wouldn’t be professional.”

  She shrugged, giving me a wicked smile. “So I’ll find a new massage therapist. What I can’t find, though, is a better date. I’m sure of that.”

  I couldn’t resist. She was so beautiful, her smile charming. I returned her grin and nodded, then wrote down my cell number on the back of my business card. We decided to meet at eight at a small bar in the downtown area. I didn’t want her to see where I lived, for some reason, so I decided to get ready at Jamie’s which was close by.

  As I prepared for the date, Jamie scrolled through her tablet, having looked up Dominique Barrett when I told her that the name had seemed somewhat familiar to me. She was a very successful executive for an airline company with homes in Virginia, Miami, and Aspen. She was very well-off, like American royalty. I wasn’t terribly surprised—the way she carried herself, the picture she presented to the world was one of power and position. It was one of the sexiest things about her.

  “Looks like you snared a big fish,” said Jamie with a low whistle.

  “Knock it off,” I said, nudging her with my elbow. It wasn’t about the money or the power and she knew it, she just enjoyed teasing me. “It’s time to go.”

  I was only slightly nervous as I looked myself over in the small black dress I had slipped into for the evening. I had done my makeup simply and had my hair down in loose beach waves. It was a balmy night outside, hot and thick with humidity. I g
rabbed my purse and walked down the stairs to the first floor, then made my way onto the street to slowly walk the couple of blocks to the restaurant we were going to meet at. I took my time, gathering myself and my thoughts before I saw her. I hoped I didn’t make an idiot of myself like I had before. I found her infinitely distracting, and yet I pulled myself together to make a good impression.

  Chapter 2: Dominique

  Sandra entered the restaurant and I looked at her for a moment before flagging her down. She was wearing a small black dress that accentuated every part of her body I’d like most to touch. Her pale hair was in loose curls around her shoulders and her bright blue eyes were gorgeous when they met mine with a smile.

  “Hi,” she said, slightly breathless. I could tell she was nervous; maybe she didn’t date much, or maybe it was just me. It was more than charming to be around a woman who clearly wanted me as badly as she did, especially since I felt the same way.

  “You look stunning,” I told her as she pulled out her chair to sit. Her cheeks flushed a faint pink and she smiled at me shyly, looking away.

  “Thank you,” she said. “And you, as well.”

  “So tell me, Sandra,” I said, folding my menu in front of me. “How long have you been doing massage?”