Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

"There. That about does it, I'd say." Zona's voice sounded calm as ever, offering no clue, no crack in her candor, nothing to cast a shadow upon her alleged innocence. "Time for your bath now, hmm?"

It must have been my aching nerves that gave me courage. I reached out and took her hand in mine. "No! Please. Not yet, not like this. You can't stop now."

"But your bath… "

"Later. Please?" There was a rasp in my throat. "You've got to help me, Zona. Don't you understand?"

"Oh. You-you want me to… uh… "

“You know. The whole world must know, that’s how bad it is, bad you hear me?" I squeezed her hand harder. “What do I have to do, beg you? I’ve never been so horny in my life."

"Hush. I do understand, Miss Sue. You poor dear. I’ll be glad to help. A pretty girl like you… "

I searched her face for some hint, some telltale sign that might reveal her thoughts. And again I saw nothing. No eagerness, certainly, and that gave me a twinge of conscience; was I asking the maid-an employee, and not even my own!-to do something against her will? But if she felt the slightest distaste, the least hesitation, it was nowhere to be seen in her expression, bland to the point of inscrutability.

"And you needn't worry about my discretion, Miss Sue. I won't even mention it to the mistress."

It was as if she had read my mind. I wanted to thank her to offer some excuse for my I demand to save some small scrap of pride for tomorrow. But she moved her hand, carrying mine along with it, and the sudden pressure on my breast robbed me of breath and made speech impossible. My nipple stiffened into her palm. In a shuddering spasm of desire, I cupped my fingers over hers to tighten the contact. Then, aflame with anticipation, I loosened the clutch and guided her touch down my rib-cage. Across my oil-slick belly. And downward still…

"First the bath, yes?" It sounded more like a command than a request. "We mustn't let it cool. I'm sure ifs just the right temperature now. So come along, dear, we'll wash all this gooey oil off, hmm? And than I'll take care of… uh… " She squeezed once and ended the enforced caress, pulling her hand away. "You'll see. I'll take good care of you."

With almost childlike obedience, I dropped my legs over the side of the massage-table and allowed myself to be led into the bathroom. She helped me as I stepped into the steaming tub. I sank down and felt the engulfing warmth soothe my flesh, already conscious of a draining of tension. Eyes shut, I leaned back and savored the spicy situation in all its aspects, resting assured now that my sexual needs would soon be attended to.

A zipper hissed, the noise snapping my eyelids open. I stared dumfounded as Zona's uniform slipped to the floor, giving me a view of her body in lingerie. Black bra and filmy black panties, almost shockingly erotic compared to that discarded drab outer garment. I saw her as a lover now, not a maid or a masseuse. Hot little tongues of excitement licked at my skin under the water. That statuesque figure of hers loomed even larger than life somehow magnificent beyond belief."

"No sense getting my clothes wet… " She had her shoes off and was working on her stockings already, baring her legs. But that wasn't" all. A moment later she reached around behind her back to undo the brassiere. "You don't mind, Miss Sue?"

It didn't seem right that she should be so brazen about it almost insolent in a way-but no, I wasn't offended by either the action or her attitude. Quite the contrary. I felt a renewed rise of impatience now-along with some weird less lucid urges-as those twin globes tumbled into sight, heavy-nippled and alluringly fleshed. My bps tingled. And meanwhile with no inhibitions whatsoever, she skinned out of the panties and then gathered up all her clothes into a neat pile on the hamper, bending down and straightening up and putting her naked self on display from every angle-unwittingly, no doubt, and without any sign of shame. Such a simple creature! Or was she? Maybe there was more here than met the eye…

"There now, I'm ready."

"Ready?"

"Uh-huh. Ready to go to work."

"Oh… "

Soap and washcloth in hand, she sat down on the edge of the tub. She leaned over to wet and lather it thoroughly and then started at the curve of my shoulder, proceeding decorously but in a boldly workmanlike manner that appeared devoid of any pre-set limitations. I felt the underwater excitement flaring up again as a bit of the washcloth grazed my nipple. She was sitting close to me, so close that her perfume smelled stronger than the scented tub. Strong enough to fog my brain. I watched, fascinated, as those dangling breasts bobbed with every movement of her arms, scant inches away, temptingly within my reach.

The washcloth had ducked beneath the surface to rub back and forth across my belly and then down my thighs. A sound gurgled in my throat, bubbling up out of all that intimacy. And yet, despite my clearly audible reaction, she remained impassive as ever and just went on with her task. As if she hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary. But that could only have been feigned, of course, and I began to resent this game she was playing. Oh yes, a game, what else could it be? Was the bitch trying to ignore me? Poking around my body but ignoring me?

My resentment grew. What was she, some kind of robot? It rankled, forcing me to take action and see for myself. I reached out to fondle one of those big bare tits, mingling curiosity with an even more personal pleasure and finding the temptation irresistible at last. What a thrill! Her flesh responded instantly. I intensified the touch, concentrating on the nipple and putting on pressure, rolling the thick pebble-like protrusion between my thumb and forefinger. Suppressing a smile now I saw the color rise and darken along her neck just short of a genuine blush. And wasn't that a tremor of excitement? Play games with me, would she? Zona the robot. Hah! Some sexy robot; even those heavy lidded eyes had narrowed to slits, still gray but with a certain glitter now, a sign of participation in my game…

Exhilarated, I struck anew, ending that caress only to begin another. My palm brushed an expanse of strong thigh, gliding up and around to test the firmness of a bare buttock. The sensation came as a surprise, an unforeseen tactile pleasure; all that solid power packed into one swivel-hipped body, amazingly firm for a figure of such generous proportions! Truly remarkable, especially for a woman of that age…

"Now, now, let's have none of that, Miss Sue." With a show of determination, she eased my roving hand back down into the bathtub. "Aren't we forgetting ourselves? I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around."

Protest rose to my lips but got no farther, emerging only as a moan of acquiescence. Her fingers had slipped low in the water to stroke my flesh and prod adroitly from behind the washcloth, turning me hot between the legs and limp all over. I just gave up and allowed myself to be washed and rinsed without uttering another sound or making any movement of my own. Reason had fled leaving only desire, a need for sexual release, already obsessive in nature and becoming more so with every attentive touch.

When the time came, I stepped out of the tub to stand silent as she wrapped me in a big fluffy towel. Tempering my impatience with a certain smug complacency, I let her dry me off and was reminded momentarily of a somewhat similar scene from my past, long ago and far away. Dear little Alix, so solicitous of my welfare, so eager to please me! But the comparison scarcely rang true, oh no this wasn’t the same at all. My patience was running out, and still Zona's hands were patting and rubbing ceaselessly, stretching the simple chore into a complex production. Until my poor flesh could endure it no longer.