by Luna Swift
“Oh right. Come on in. We run a number of different treatments here, you’re here for Femme are you? I’ll take you through.”
Jennifer was lead through a hall, past a number of closed doors and into a small room. In the middle was a massage table. The sound of panpipes whispered from a stereo on a shelf surrounded by bottles and towels. A screen covered one corner, the image of a Japanese couple holding hands weaved into the fabric.
“If you’d like to undress behind the screen, as much or as little as you feel comfortable, then come and lie here and we’ll begin.”
Jennifer kept her bra and knickers on and took a fleeting look at herself in the tall mirror behind the screen, not wanting to dwell on the parts she was unhappy with. The tension in her shoulders was still there. She hoped this would help with the permanent headache she seemed to have at the moment if nothing else.
“Are you all right behind there?”
Jennifer walked round. “Sorry. I was miles away.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s fine. Anyway come and climb on here, put your head in that hole there. Are you warm enough? I can turn the heating up a little.”
Jennifer laid herself down on the table, feeling a towel draped over her bottom and legs. She closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of scented oils filling the room. A pair of hands began rubbing her shoulders. They were slippery, coated in massage oil. Strong hands gripped her neck muscles, holding them tight for seconds on end, making her wince with pain before they were released. The sense of relief as they relaxed was wonderful, she could feel the tension beginning to slowly slip from her.
“My name’s April by the way,” said the masseuse as her thumbs pressed into Jennifer’s soft skin. “I’m here to help you relax, so just close your eyes and breathe slowly.”
The hands by now had worked their way along her neck to the end of her shoulders, sliding down her shoulder blades and pushing into her back.
“Do you mind if I unhook your bra?” April asked.
Jennifer laughed. “Shouldn’t you take me to dinner first?”
April chuckled then undid the clasp. Her hands ran over Jennifer’s spine, rubbing deeply into her lower back. Jennifer felt the towel move from her legs up to cover her back instead. April lifted one of her calves and began squeezing and releasing, working along her feet, ankles and on up to her thighs.
As she reached the top of her thighs, Jennifer tensed up involuntarily, she could feel the woman’s fingers worryingly close to the edge of her knickers, then actually brushing the fabric for a moment.
“Try and relax,” April said in a soothing voice. “I’m just going to remove your panties, they’re in the way of a knotted muscle I can feel.” Pulling Jennifer’s hips up slightly, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and tugged them down, edging them off her legs before massaging her other leg.
Jennifer felt a little embarrassed as she knew the masseuse would be able to see between her legs, glimpse her pussy, something she’d never let another woman see before. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about it and enjoying the sensations more than she thought she would. She was so relaxed. The music and the smells were so hypnotic, it was like she was under some kind of spell. She found herself starting to ache between her legs, her clit starting to tingle. She began wishing April would move her hands higher up her legs, slide across her now moist pussy, perhaps push a finger up inside her, it had been so long since someone else’s hands had been on her, she found her dormant sexuality was coming to the fore, the massage just felt so good.
The pressure returned to her waist as April began again pushing down on her lower back. She felt her pelvis pressed down into the table, increasing the sensation onto her engorged clitoris. As hands rocked her hips from side to side, tingles began to run through her, her clit was infuriatingly teased by it all, rubbed against the table but without the direct pressure she would have preferred if she had her way. Would it be all right to ask for a more intimate massage? Or would she be thrown out for even suggesting it?
Her legs were moved slightly apart by April’s slippery hands, making her feet dangle off each side of the table. April again ran her hands up them, her nails scraping the skin. This time when she reached the tops of Jennifer’s thighs, her finger brushed the edge of her labia. Jennifer wasn’t sure if it was accidental or not but she felt herself grow moister anyway. The thought of being with another woman was taboo in her mind, a hang up from her religious upbringing but it was also a private fantasy she’d mulled over many a time when drunk, browsing dirty images on the internet. She had often wondered what it would be like to sleep with a woman, just once, to see what it was like.
“Time to roll you over if you’re still awake,” April said. She held the towels as Jennifer slid round onto her back.
April held up a damp hand towel. “This is infused with Ylang Ylang,” she said. “It should help open your pores.”
She draped the towel over Jennifer’s face, leaving only her mouth uncovered. In the enforced darkness, Jennifer’s senses were heightened, the touch on her skin becoming even more arousing. She felt the other towels lifted from her and found she didn’t even care that her naked body was now fully exposed to this other woman. She lay there, trying to control her breathing, not wanting her heaving chest to give away how turned on she was.
April stood above her client, looking down at Jennifer’s naked body, wondering if this was her chance to try what she’d dreamed of so many times. She’d been waiting for the right woman to come in to see her for so long. Ever since realising she wanted women and not men she’d been desperate to take her massage skills further. Was she reading the signals right. Jennifer had let her undress her which was further than any masseuse had any right to go. She did seem wet between her legs, but was that just the oils?
Deciding to try and find out for sure, April ran her hands from Jennifer’s shoulders, down over her breasts. She watched as Jennifer’s nipples became erect at her touch. She began circling them, gently at first, then with more force behind her Scooping her fingers together, she squeezed the breasts on show, creating a cleavage with her hands. Jennifer lay perfectly still, breathing heavily but still not saying a word. Bolder now, April took the nipples into her fingers and tugged them. She watched as Jennifer shuffled her body slightly, shifting her hips.
Still unsure, April continued to play with Jennifer’s breasts, teasing her skin, rubbing the muscles around them, under them. Occasionally she would again squeeze her nipples, toying with them, waiting for a stronger signal, a sign she should continue, perhaps even envelop them with her lips, taste how hard they were.
Jennifer lay in the blackness of her temporary blindfold. She had never particularly cared about her nipples during sex, but the sensation of a pair of slippery hands running over them was so teasing she felt different for just this once. She bit her lip, trying not to gasp or moan, not wanting to give away how excited she was getting but wishing this could continue forever. Whenever the hands tugged at her nipples she found herself having to shuffle her body, trying to stop any more wetness from appearing, not wanting it to become too obvious. She focussed instead on the soft background music, letting herself sink into the table, enjoying the attention her body was receiving, her headache fading away.
April wanted to run her hands lower, slip them between Jennifer’s legs but she was afraid, afraid of being yelled at, afraid of getting the sack. She stared at Jennifer, her legs slightly apart. She ran her hands down her stomach, brushed either side of her hips, then slid them on to her legs, down to her knees. As she ran her hands back up, she pushed the legs a little further apart meaning she could now stare directly at Jennifer’s pussy. She could see the lips were slippery, engorged, the clit hidden just out of sight. She licked her lips unconsciously, then pulled at Jennifer’s knees, lifting her legs so they were bent now, allowing her a better view of what she wanted to see, including the slightest hint of her butt.
Dragging over a
stool, April sat herself beside the massage table. She’d positioned the stool so that as she massaged Jennifer’s calves, she could keep her eyes fixed on the spot between her legs.. April found herself dreaming of what it would be like to touch there. She thought about sliding her hands up Jennifer’s leg, sliding her palm over her pussy, heel of a hand pressing against her clit. She pictured herself moving it round and round, the moans Jennifer would make. She thought about slipping a finger or two into her. Without realising it, she took one hand away from the table and pushed it down the waistband of her trousers. Her pussy was soaking wet and she silently began to play with her own clit whilst continuing to daydream.
April realised she had never wanted anyone so much before. There was something about this woman that made her wish her sex toys weren’t safely tucked away in her underwear drawer. She thought of her favourite one, the thin purple vibrator. It wasn’t the largest, but was the most powerful and seemed shaped to hit just the right spots. She imagined it was here in her hand, pressed up against Jennifer’s clit. She thought of how it would make her client feel, how agonising it would be for her to have that rubbing against her in the darkness of the blindfold. It would make her desperate to come, make her beg April an orgasm. And April would gladly give her what she begged for. She would climb up on the table and bury her face between Jennifer’s legs, sucking on her clit, tasting her juices, breathing in her scent, bringing her to climax with her tongue and her vibrator.
She’d watch Jennifer orgasm from her position licking her clit, watch her moan and gasp and twitch on the table below her. If only she were brave enough.
Jennifer was laid in her enforced darkness, trying to stay awake. The fingers manipulating her were so relaxing, she was almost drifting off to sleep. It was only the aching feeling between her legs that stopped her. So she dozed, wishing she were brave enough to ask for a more personal massage. She’d heard about such things, knew men went to seedy places for just that reason. But not her, not a place like this. Still, she wondered if April could tell just how aroused she was, just how excited she was feeling. In her mind she dreamt of widening her legs and moving a hand down to hold April’s arm, making her bring her hand up to the burning spot between her legs that longed for attention, pulling her lips apart to expose her clitoris before telling her to touch it, to kiss it, anything.
She pictured April being confused by her request and then having to remind her that the customer is always right. She imagined what it would be like to have the other woman touching her between her legs, teasing her clit, slipping into her wetness, bringing her to a climax. She wondered how she would look as she came, whether April would like what she saw. Without knowing where it came from, the image came to her of April naked, between her legs, licking her pussy. She’d never thought of a woman doing that to her, but she found the image intensely exciting, the thought of being given so much personal and intimate attention. She thought about kissing her, wondering how soft her lips would be, whether she was a rough kisser, a lip biter maybe?
As she lay there, she felt a burning heat beginning to build in the pit of her stomach. It grew as she dreamt about the masseuse’s tongue running the length of her pussy, her clit being sucked gently, being teased by soft, soft lips. She began to tense up inside as if she were touching herself. April’s hands continued to run up and down her legs, occasionally brushing the very tops of her thighs, once tracing a line along her pussy lips. Surely she’d notice the wetness there? But then they would simply continue on their journey, never staying in one spot but flitting about as if desperate to touch her whole body at once.
Jennifer squeezed her tummy muscles, tensing her thighs, knowing what was about to happen but afraid of it all the same. Without any direct contact at all, her clit felt more swollen and sensitive than ever before. She focussed on the thought of a vibrator being run over it, as she’d done to herself so often in the past. She thought of the feelings when she pressed it directly on her clit, her chest beginning to heave up and down as her breathing became shallower and more ragged. Suddenly she held her breath, biting her lip as without a single touch on her pussy, she began to climax, as if in a dream, hands still manipulating her legs as she came. She kept silent as her orgasm ravaged her body, breathing hard through her nose as her pussy twitched with sharp pangs of sheer pleasure. Her stomach was rock hard, joy shooting through her body but she tried to keep still, not wanting to give anything away. It would be too embarrassing to admit what was happening.
At last her climax faded away and she could allow her mouth to open, safe now from the risk of screaming out loud, her breathing returning to normal. April was looking at her, wondering what had happened. She could see Jennifer’s pussy muscles contracting, but she couldn’t have come so quietly could she? And without being touched on the clitoris? April removed the towel from her client’s face and they looked into each other’s eyes at last.
Neither of them moved for several seconds then they both began to blush uncontrollably. April broke off the stare first, turning away and beginning to wash her hands in the sink in the corner of the room.
Jennifer slowly clambered off the table, legs wobbling and feeling dizzy. She walked behind the screen and began to dress, ignoring her aching clit which was still begging to be touched.
Once dressed, she came back out. “Well,” she said, still unable to make eye contact with April, “thank you for that. I feel a lot better.”
“Good to hear. Perhaps we’ll see you again some time?”
Jennifer smiled. “Maybe,” she replied, turning to the door and opening it with a shaky hand. “Maybe you will.”
The Skiing Accident
Edward was being driven mad by the itch on his leg. If only he could rip the plaster cast off and scratch that itch, he’d not mind being stuck in this hospital surrounded by doctors and nurses who didn’t speak a word of English. If he’d thought about it perhaps that was to be expected as he was in a hospital in a country where nobody spoke English. But he wasn’t thinking, except about the itch.
He hadn’t even noticed it was nearly 5 o’clock. Nearly his favourite time of day. The time when his favourite nurse would come in. She didn’t know he’d been in a skiing accident, didn’t know it had happened slipping down the stairs at the hotel before he’d even made it to the slopes. All she knew was he was a patient, another invalid to be slowly brought back to health. And he was falling in love with her. She was the prettiest of all the staff he’d seen by a long shot. Long hair cascading down her back, almost reaching her rounded smooth bottom, something he’d been able to stare at fairly regularly whenever she bent over his meds table. Her skirt was above knee length, her legs never hidden by tights. He wasn’t sure nurses at home would be allowed to wear skirts like hers.
Over the weeks he’d begun to wake each morning with a huge erection, wishing he could do something about it, having dreamt of her. But both his arms were out of action for the foreseeable future. Who’d have thought the worst thing about this amount of injury was the fact that he couldn’t masturbate. He could feel his penis growing now, distracting him from the itch on his leg, making him think about her body. He hoped it would go down again, it was aching more and more each time it happened, his body crying out for the chance to come, just once.
On the dot of five, she walked in as always, hips sashaying as she smiled down at him. “Tanya” read her name badge. That was as much as he knew about her. But still, given the chance he’d probably still have married her. Hoping she wouldn’t notice the large bulge in his pyjama trousers, he smiled back at her. She turned to fill up the vase of flowers on the windowsill then came over to plump up his pillows. Reaching over him, her chest almost touched his face as it did every time. This wasn’t helping his penis go back down, being almost close enough to kiss her breasts as he was, bury his face in them. He could see down her top a little today, the first two buttons were undone. She didn’t seem to be wearing a bra and he could see the delicious curve of h
er breasts pressed together as she stretched past him.
He could smell her perfume too, as always it intoxicated him. He wished he knew what it was called, he’d have a gallon bottle by his bedside, a permanent reminder of her.
She filled a plastic bowl with warm water and then placed it on the shelf at the bottom of the bed. She fetched a wide topped bottle. He wished this didn’t arouse him, she was only going to help him wee after all, but how could he not feel excited at her touch, this angel who would soon be gripping his penis with her perfect red nailed fingers.
Tanya gently tugged down the waistband of his pyjama trousers, slipping them so they sat under the base of his penis. She raised her eyebrows when she saw his erection but there was nothing he could do about it. She looked at him oddly, shrugging and pointing at the tip of his cock.
“I can still go,” he said, wondering if she understood anything he was saying. “Just ignore it, it’s just been a long time since…”
She smiled and pointed at his penis again. Edward nodded, gesturing with his eyebrows. Tanya reached out and took hold of the shaft, bending it down slightly, pushing it into the end of the bottle. He sighed as he always did, wishing this part would never end. They both waited, until after an eternity he was able to go, pissing into the bottle despite his rock hard erection. When he’d finished she slipped him back out and put the bottle on the table in the corner of the room.
Edward frowned, she’d left him exposed today. Normally she put his penis away first, then carried out the sponge bath after taking the bottle away. His cock stuck pointlessly out from his hips, daring but embarrassing him. Tanya turned back to him, carrying the sponge and the bottle of lotion. She tugged his trousers down as far as she could and then began sponging his legs, dampening him down, pointedly ignoring his penis. She soaped up his thighs, his hard abs, his chest muscles, still noticeable despite the enforced bed rest.
Edward couldn’t take this much longer. He knew she would walk away in a moment, dry him down and leave, nothing left for him to do but count down until 5 pm tomorrow. It was the point of no return. His mind was flooded with lust, cock desperate for the chance to come, after so long trapped in the bed untouched. As she leant over him to wipe down his stomach he pushed his hips up, ignoring the pain in his injured limbs. She noticed, pushing him back into position, shaking her head, trying to explain something. He presumed she meant ‘keep still’. He moved his eyes to his penis and back to her face, then nodded his head again.