Can I Touch It? (with A Hot Day at the Spa )--2 Sexy Interracial BWWM Stories from Steam Books

by Logan Woods

  I felt like the diva of the universe as my eyes switched from one to the other of them. I tugged the hem of the expensive dress over my head and tossed it to the floor, my breasts heaving and gleaming with sweat. Slowly, enjoying the lust on their faces, I hooked my thumb in the satin thong and curled my knees towards my breasts, pulling the thong off and tossing it the way of the dress. With my hands on my knees, I spread my legs as wide as I could, my pussy exposed to them both.

  “Fuck me!” I said to Tom.

  He bent forward and put the slick tip of his cock against the wet lips of my sex. He held it there for a moment, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I wrapped my legs around his strong, narrow hips and crossed my ankles in the small of his back. Locking eyes with Evan, I slammed my hips upwards, taking every inch of Tom’s thick penis inside me with one delicious move. I couldn’t keep from crying out my pleasure, and I dug my fingernails deep into Tom’s back as I began to cum.

  I egged him on, begging him to fuck me harder. I could feel the head of his cock bludgeoning the convex surface of my cervix, a depth Evan had never reached. My passionate reaction must have registered with Evan, because he suddenly erupted, a geyser of cum that was spectacular.

  I went ballistic.

  I was riding Tom in a reverse cowgirl position when he finally filled me with his hot cum. I lost track of my orgasms after the first three, but Tom was like a fucking machine, saving it all for the big finale. As he gushed inside me, I felt the roar of another orgasm exploding in my head. When it was over, I crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for Evan’s swollen penis.

  Evan caressed my sweaty face, and ran his fingers through my tousled hair. “Has this been as good as your fantasy, baby?” he asked me tenderly.

  “It will be as soon as I finish it,” I said from behind the party mask I was still wearing, as I slipped my husband’s cock deep into my throat.

  About Logan Woods

  You might not expect a former soldier and police officer to become one of erotica’s most consistently steamy writers, but Logan Woods did just that with his vivid imagination and ability to artfully describe explicit moments of passion and sexuality – and the enticing characters that inhabit such scenes. He’s ghostwritten for publishers for years but now is ready to make a name for himself, with Steam Books Erotica & Romance and beyond.

  If his writing career isn’t enough to prove he’s equal parts brain and brawn, Logan Woods also holds a B.S. in Resource Management with a minor in Economics and Military Science.

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  The usually professional Tonia finds the perfect chance to unleash her inner freak when she and her handsome white friend, Richard, are sent on a business trip to Vegas. Richard tries to resist his beautiful friend, but Tonia teams up with a gorgeous exotic dancer and together, Richard won't know what hit him!

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  A HOT DAY

  AT THE

  SPA

  Jeanette Lavia

  “Kelly Decourse calling for Mr. Whitmore,” she said politely into the phone.

  Kelly was an accountant at a reputable firm. She loved her job and was very good at it. In fact, she had been picked up as an intern for the firm when she was still in college and was eased into a nice paying position when she graduated.

  “I understand,” Kelly said to the receptionist on the other end of the line. “I’ll try back next week. Thank you.”

  She set the receiver down and puffed a sigh into her bangs. She had been trying to get a hold Mr. Whitmore all week and his unavailability was chewing on her nerves. Kelly couldn’t fathom the idea that he was always too busy to speak to her when she was responsible for keeping his company’s books.

  Just a few more hours, she thought while she rubbed her temples.

  Her husband, Bo, had told her he booked them at a day spa for a little pampering on Saturday and at this point she was really looking forward to it. As she thought about the massage and facial and all the other delightful things she’d be getting done, Kelly’s thoughts drifted off.

  She thought about the time she met him in college. Bo was wild and reckless but surprisingly dashing and debonair, which is why she eventually ended up marrying him. Kelly remembered the first time she took him home to meet her parents. She thought it was going to be a disaster.

  Kelly’s parents were exactly as strict as they were old fashioned so she wasn’t sure how they would react when she showed up with a white guy. For Bo, it didn’t matter. She was a drop-dead gorgeous, intelligent black woman and had stolen his heart the first time they met. Her parents, oddly enough, fell in love with him from the get go.

  “You staying all night?” someone asked Kelly.

  She blinked out of her reverie and looked up at the clock. It was five already so she packed her things to leave. Bo wouldn’t be home for another hour and she wanted to make a really nice dinner for him as her way of saying thank you for the spa day he planned.

  ~ ~ ~

  “Mmmmm,” Bo said as he dropped his jacket onto the couch and slid up behind his wife. “Smells good!”

  Kelly giggled and nestled back against him as she stirred the pot of homemade spaghetti sauce. Spaghetti was a pretty simple meal but it was Bo’s favorite, especially when she made the sauce herself. It was her mother’s recipe and he adored it.

  Bo slid his arms around her and pulled her against him tightly. He brushed his lips across her neck then kissed the supple skin of her partly exposed shoulder. Kelly cooed and closed her eyes to enjoy the attention. He always knew where and how to touch her to make her melt.

  She had forgotten about the sauce and let her arms dangle limply at her side. Bo moved to the other side and kissed her shoulder, and his lips trailed up the side of her neck slowly until he reached her ear. His tongue teased her earlobe before he drew it between his lips and started to suck on it gently.

  “Mmmmmm,” Kelly sighed as the eroticism of his sucking began to make her temperature rise.

  She slowly rubbed her body against his. Her round, soft ass brushed side to side across his groin and she could feel him respond even through his jeans. Bo kissed her more firmly on the neck, sliding his hands up her tummy to her large, delicious breasts. Kelly thrust her chest outward involuntarily, signaling her approval of his touching.

  “Dinner’s not done yet,” she murmured breathlessly.

  “How about dessert?” Bo whispered into her ear before giving her ample breasts a firm squeeze.

  Waves of pleasure flooded her body and she could feel his strong hands pressed against her hardened nipples even through her bra and blouse. Kelly shook her head then pulled away. She turned and slapped playfully at his hands.

  “Be a good boy or no dinner,” she teased with a wink. “Or dessert either!”

  Bo shot her a dazzling smile and gave her a peck on the cheek before disappearing down the hall to shower. Her husband was a wonder. After a long, hard day of construction at his job, he always had the energy to make love to her for hours.

  The next morning, the couple walked through the doors of Delaney’s Day Spa. The landscaping had been lush and well-cared for but the inside was simply breathtaking. Colorful plants and flowers were everywhere but did nothing to detract from the deeply stained wood floors or the unique architecture.

  “You must be Mr. and Mrs. Decourse,” a rather handsome man dressed in white said with a dazzling smile.

  “Yes we are,” Bo replied.

  “I’m Girard,” the man said and indicated for them to follow him. “I’ll be one of your masseurs.”

  Kelly tried to hide her ogling from her husband, though it was a difficult task.
She watched Girard as they followed behind. He was quite strapping and the hard, defined muscles in his arms made her swoon. If ever she had an affair with another man, the masseur was at the top of her list.

  A short while later, Kelly and Bo had stripped down to nothing but a pair of towels and were lying face down on the massage tables. Kelly could barely contain her excitement. The stress she had been under lately made her think about going to a day spa but she didn’t think Bo would have come with her. Yet, there they were, at his doing, together and waiting to be pampered.

  “I’ll have to apologize,” Girard said as he came into the private room. “It seems as though we’ve overbooked so I’ll be taking care of you both, but will do my best not to make either of you wait too long for your turn.”

  Kelly smiled and looked at her husband. Bo gave her a ‘whatever’ shrug and stretched out on the table. He wasn’t in any hurry and since this day was really for his wife, he didn’t mind the neglect.

  Girard started off with Bo and gave him a quick work on his shoulders and back. Bo was surprised at how good it felt; of course he had heard what a godsend professional massages were but he just never gave it much thought. He could feel the tension in his over-worked muscles simply melt away. He almost didn’t want his wife to have her turn, but when Girard placed a half-dozen warm, polished rocks along his spine, he surrendered the masseur to his wife.

  Bo watched from the corner of his eyes. Girard was very professional and worked his thumbs deeply into Kelly’s flesh. She groaned now and then when the masseur found a knot and worked it from her agonizing muscle. Then he trickled some scented oil—jasmine perhaps, Bo couldn’t place it—over her smoothly-contoured back and began to work it in.

  Her husband watched attentively as some of the oil traced tiny lines around her sides, making her smooth ebony skin glisten gently. He followed the course of the oil until it curved around the side of her breast and onto the table. The sight was arousing.

  Each time Girard’s hands moved along her sides, his fingertips would come dangerously close to brushing across the soft outer curve of Kelly’s breasts. It excited Bo and a number of naughty thoughts began to swirl through his mind and he wondered what his wife was thinking.

  He wondered if she wished she were alone with Girard so she could turn onto her back and let him oil up her pillowy breasts. He wondered if the masseur’s touch was turning her on and how wet she was getting.

  Then Bo wondered if she found Girard attractive enough to have sex with him.

  When they were done, they dressed in robes and shuffled off for another leg in their day-long treatment. The entire time, he couldn’t get the picture of Girard massaging his wife out of his head. He even pictured the two having sex and he enjoyed watching them. Then he got a rather devious idea.

  Kelly glanced over at her husband as she was getting a pedicure and smiled when he excused himself to use the restroom. As she watched him disappear around a corner, she saw Girard walk by, leading another customer back to his room for his services. Her eyes followed the bubbly blonde and thought that the woman was in for the treat of a lifetime.

  Kelly tried to bury the thought, but the feeling of Girard’s hands on her body was too unmistakable to be quashed so easily. She ached for him the entire time he massaged her. When his hands would move along her sides, she would hold her breath each time and pray that she’d feel even the slightest touch of his fingertip brush along her breasts. When the massage had been finished, she nearly excused herself to masturbate in the bathroom. That was how hot she had gotten.

  Bo lingered around the restroom door in hopes of finding the masseur walking about. Then he saw him coming his way with another customer in tow and motioned him over. They exchanged words in secrecy while Girard shook his head. Finally the masseur smiled and nodded and Bo pressed some cash into his hand.

  “So how was it?” Bo asked as they drove home from their long day of pampering.

  “Simply exhilarating!” Kelly replied before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you so much! I thoroughly enjoyed it, though I’m afraid I could get hooked on such pampering, dear.”

  “Really?”

  “Definitely,” she fired back with a mischievous smile.

  “Good,” her husband said and put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it playfully. “I’ve got us booked next weekend, too.”

  Kelly smiled and clapped her hands softly. She couldn’t wait. The experience was unforgettable. Girard was unforgettable and she hoped he would be their masseur again. The feeling of his experienced hands on her body was simply delicious and she couldn’t wait for the week to pass.

  When they got home, they fell into each other’s arms and kissed feverishly. The spa had reinvigorated them and they made passionate love for hours, everywhere in their house. They started off on the couch were Kelly eased herself onto Bo’s lap and loved him while he lost his face between her beautiful, big breasts. He took her from behind in the kitchen. They nearly broke their bed and finally finished off in the shower with them climaxing at the same moment.

  Afterwards, Kelly watched Bo as he slept. Their lovemaking had been hot and powerful and so much different than usual. It started off slow and tender, loving each other hotly. Then somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom, perhaps in the hallway, it turned into something even hotter, more primal.

  It was like they had become sexual beasts. It went from hot, passionate lovemaking to sizzling, euphoric sex. They only way she could describe it was that they were simply… fucking. And they fucked fast and hard and needful with a hunger neither had experienced before. Each powerful thrust from Bo seemed like he was trying to destroy her dripping wet pussy with his angry, throbbing cock. To say the least, it was outrageous and the most satisfying sex they had ever had.

  Finally she wrapped an arm around her sleeping husband and closed her eyes. As much as she loved the heat and tenderness between them when they made love, Kelly hoped that they’d fuck more often. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Bo circulating through her head.

  ~ ~ ~

  The week couldn’t pass fast enough for Kelly or Bo. When Saturday morning came, Kelly got up early to shower and discovered Bo had already beat her to it. She teased that he seemed more eager to go to the spa than she was. Bo simply smiled and closed the shower door. She had no idea what he had in store for her.

  After arriving at Delaney’s, to Kelly’s delight, they were met by Girard again and taken back to their room. They stripped and donned their towels again. Bo caught a glimpse of his wife while they changed and noticed she had shaved between her legs. He reached down and squeezed his thick member through the towel. He could barely remember when she went completely bare before; she typically trimmed herself. It turned him on.

  They took their places on the table and Girard came in and started his routine. After he placed the warm, soothing stones along Bo’s spine, he gave him a knowing wink and moved onto Kelly. The masseur removed the towel she had lying across her back and then adjusted the one covering her round, firm ass a little lower than last time. Kelly bit her lip gently between her teeth, trying to hide her approval from her husband.

  Bo watched as Girard started with the oil this time. His eyes were glued on them intently and the anticipation was building inside of him. When Girard’s hands began to work the oil into his wife’s back, he felt himself harden in an instant and press stiffly against the padding of the massage table.

  Kelly suppressed her coos when she felt her masseur’s hands glide effortlessly over the oily smooth skin of her sides. She clenched her eyes tightly and concentrated as if willing him to make some sort of contact with the exposed sides of her breasts. Though if he did, she really had no idea how she would react.

  Then she felt it.

  It was just a couple of fingertips that brushed delicately over the soft flesh of her breasts and she inhaled somewhat sharply.

  Then again.

  And a third time, but t
his time it was more than just his fingertips. She felt his entire hands caress the outer curve of her breasts and she couldn’t help but moan.

  Bo watched and heard the moan. His wife kept her face firmly planted on the pads. He knew she wouldn’t chance making eye contact with him and that was something he had counted on. While he watched the masseur seduce his wife, Bo had slipped his hand, hidden on the opposite side of his body, beneath the towel and was massaging his growing cock.

  Meanwhile, his wife was losing herself in the attention. The world around her had disappeared, falling away and leaving just the tiniest bit that only included her and Girard. Not even Bo was in her thoughts. In fact, she was so lost in her little fantasy world that she didn’t even realize that she was gently grinding her hips into the massage table.

  That’s it, Bo thought as he turned a little more on his side to gain easier access to his rigid dick. You’re such a sexy little slut.

  Girard moved his hands along the edge of her spine, down her back to the towel covering her delicious ass, then slipped his fingertips dangerously beneath the edge of the towel. Kelly moaned softly again and pressed her hips against the table again. The masseur’s hands traveled up, then down her back again. His fingers slipped a little further beneath the towel and sent goose bumps swarming across her skin.

  She pouted slightly when he took his hands off of her. She flinched a little at the sudden pour of oil onto her glistening dark body. Girard quickly rubbed the oil around. He started at her neck and moved his hands painfully slow, trekking down her back again.

  “How is that?” He asked her in a hushed voice.

  “So fucking hot,” she whispered in a panting voice, not even realizing what she had just said. Her husband’s cock throbbed and twitched at the want in her voice and the primality of her words.