Otto Gerbert - Oral Zone

" 'They all have such good figures, don't you think?' I responded, being as detached about it as I could. My heart beat wildly as I saw how Laureen's glance became a gaze, and the gaze turned into a long, long look at a picture of two girls who were clasped together so tightly that their naked breasts were almost flattened against each other.

" 'Yea, their bodies are very-exciting,' she agreed, and her choice of words gave me a sudden surge of hope. Could it be that Laureen, my tall, beautiful masseuse, was getting turned on from the magazine? Did she too, have a longing to be caressed and kissed by a woman? I told myself sternly that I was imagining things, and as she seemed to be finished with her drink and the magazine, I rolled over on the bed and said, 'I'm too lazy to get on the table today, Laureen Couldn't you just give me my massage here on the bed?'

" 'I don't like to do that, Renne-you won't have the right amount of tension and all you'll get will be a little stroking.'

"Oh, God, if she only knew that was what I wanted! 'Please Laureen, all I want is to be relaxed today-I don't care if we take off any more inches for a while. Rub me on

the bed.'

"For her answer, Laureen opened the small attache case she used to carry her supplies and spread a small towel on the bed under my hips. Then spreading-a handful of lotion over my tummy, she started to massage away the tension. As she continued to rub my belly and waist, the relaxing muscle tension was replaced by another kind of tension-the tension in the air between two people who want to make love to each other. There was no mistaking it; I'd felt it too many times before with men who'd wanted my body to interpret it as something else.

"Sure enough, as she went on to my shoulders her hands worked closer and closer to my breasts, and became gentler than they'd ever been before. This was no knead-off-the-fat, tone-up-the-muscles massage-this was the touch of a lover, the touch that had lived in my subconscious for thirteen years and was now flooding my mind with sensations I'd known were right under the surface of my skin..

"Laureen's face came closer to my body as she bent over the bed to delicately massage the flesh all around my breasts, while deliberately avoiding any contact with the actual breasts themselves. 'If you're uncomfortable bending over like that, you might as well sit on the bed: I said, hoping that her professional attitude would stay away and her desire for me would take over so that this tingling excitement would never end. She didn't answer, but she did sit down on the edge of the bed and, continuing to massage my waist and belly muscles, again bent close to my body, so close that I could feel her breath on my skin.

"Her hands were getting more and more like those of a lover-she slid them over and around my belly, up and down my waist around and around my titties until I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to say something to get her to caress my breasts, where the nipples were already erect and waiting for the sucking, tonguing kisses I wanted from this blonde beauty. The best I could come up with was, 'Do you think there's anything to the idea that regular massage will make the breasts fuller?' I could hardly get through that, I was so panting with desire.

" 'Some say yes, some say no. Don't you think your breasts are full enough, Renee?' asked Laureen as she went on circling my breasts with her strong, gentle hands.

"'Does anyone under an E cup think her breasts are full enough?' I joked, and Laureen giggled along with me.

"Then suddenly we weren't giggling anymore, because Laureen's hands had finally found my round, quivering tits and she was kneading them, lightly brushing her

palms over my nipples, and never taking her eyes off my face. I looked deeply into her eyes and saw the mixture of desire and lust I had dreamed of seeing there. A moan came from somewhere inside my soul, and I moved my body up, toward those marvelous hands that were now cupping and holding my breasts as though they had been made for just that.

"Laureen's face was turning to a rosy blush, her breath was coming faster, and her mouth was open' and making a sort of sucking motion. 'Oh God, Laureen, that feels so good!' I cried wiggling uncontrollably under her hands. In the moving around, one of my hands found its way to her thigh, which was resting just beside it on the bed. Her flesh was firm and well-muscled without being actually masculine. As my hand felt her upper thigh through the fabric of her uniform I was reminded of the forbidden excitement of feeling the huge hard cock of my first lover-the man-on-the-bus.

"Without knowing how I did it, I started stroking Laureen's thigh, going higher and higher with each stroke, closer and closer to her warm, sexy-smelling cunt. 'Renee, Renee, don't stop, please don't stop,' she begged in a whisper. So I was right; she did want me, maybe as much as I wanted her. I started my next stroke at her knee and as I ran my hand up her gorgeous leg, I made sure I went under her uniform skirt-on the way to her pussy.

"She gasped when she realized that I wasn't going to stop-not until we'd both had our fill of loving each other, of kissing. As my hand reached her furry lovenest, I found that she wasn't wearing a girdle-or even panties. There was nothing between me and my beautiful masseuse but the soft, damp baby curls around the entrance to her delicious cunt.

"Just as my fingers began irresistibly searching for the jewel of her clitoris, she unbuttoned her uniform and pulled open the top half of it. Her breasts were full and high, not even half covered by a bra of white lace. It must have been a push-up bra, because I could see the aureola around her rosy nipples, and I used my other hand to free on of those luscious breasts from the lacy bra. Laureen bent closer to me and, taking the naked breasts in her hand, she guided her large, erect nipple into my waiting mouth. At first I was so entranced with what I was doing to Laureen that I hardly noticed what she was doing to me, but as I sucked on her nipple, flicking the tip of my tongue across it without letting that breast out of my hungry mouth, I realized that she had gathered me into her arms and was tenderly cradling me to her body as I sucked and tongued her breast.

"My hand had taken on a life of its own, for I could feel my fingers sliding along the lips of her vagina, seeking that elusive love button, her clit. I found it, and now my fingers really began to fly across her pussy as I did to Laureen what I'd been doing to my own starving pussy for so many weeks. She moaned, and held me tighter, squeezing my breasts and kissing my face with a hundred little kisses that somehow seemed sexier than all the big, hot kisses!I'd had before. Then our mouths met in a

kiss that went straight to my soul, past all the lonely years and hard work and even past the happy times with Cabot-all the way back to my childhood.

"We clung together for what seemed like an eternity, our lips melting together, our tongues probing madly into each other's mouths, until there was just one body, one mouth, one tongue. Somehow I took off Laureen's uniform and half slip and we were naked together, except for her bra. My fingers shook as I unhooked it-and then my face was surrounded by her breasts, by the ripe, sweet flesh that was Laureen.

"I pulled her down on the bed with me and we started another kiss that went on and on until we were grinding our bellies together, our legs entwined so that I could feel mine against hers. Our legs began to loosen as our hips pushed us closer, then apart, then pressed together again in a movement that finally ended in our spreading wide apart and fitting our throbbing pussies together, clit to clit, slit to slit, our bodies arched toward each other so that we could get the most feeling out of each other's lower lips and now hard, pointed clits.