R Simpson - Massage parlor wife

"You're beautiful," Laura sighed, in response to the sight of her beautiful breasts, with their dark red circles, and erect nipples, and the brown triangle of hair between her legs.

"Am I safe?" Terry laughed.

"I don't know," Laura admitted chuckling. "You've got a body that won't allow you to be completely safe with anybody."

As Terry lay on her stomach, Laura began rubbing her back. She pressed down on the nerve centers along her spinal column explaining, "All the nerves of the body connect here. So, we deliberately focus our fingers on the spine. Press, with the fingers, rubbing in small circles at each place on the spine. This really relaxes the man."

"That's hard work," Terry observed, as she felt Laura's hands gliding over her body, and then Laura let her hands sweep like velvet over her soft behind.

"How does this feel, honey?" she asked huskily.

"Heavenly…"

"Well, that's just the sensation you've got to produce for these men who come to you. They've got to get carried away, or they won't tip you very much."

"Do we get to keep the tips?"

"No, we've got to split fifty-fifty with Frances Iden. She's real particular about that. As a matter of fact that is why she fires half the girls."

"Greedy, isn't she?"

"Well, no – it is her place, and these body shampoos, and specialized rubdowns in private settings are all her ideas. So I guess she has a right to her cut."

Now, Laura's hands were working on her inner thighs, and much to Terry's surprise, she was feeling a delightful sensation as her hands rubbed her there.

"Like?"

"Love it," Terry assured her. "You're very good at it."

"That's what they tell me," Laura laughed, as her fingers began pressing, kneading, massaging Terry's buttocks.

"Don't hesitate to play around with their butts," she declared. "They love this!"

"So do I," Terry sighed. "It all feels so fantastic – I don't want you to ever stop."

"Good," Laura said softly, "now turn over…" Terry turned over, and Laura's soft hands slid over her body. Reaching for a small bottle, she smiled. "We use this special oil to rub them down. It lets our hands glide all over the body and smoothly – that's the important thing."

Terry understood the meaning of her words for the smooth movements over her body were subtly stimulating, but the way she massaged her breasts captivated her. Laura had a way about her as she used both hands, gripping, the breasts, pinching them lightly, and generally keeping the hands sweeping down the body in different directions.

"Part your thighs," she smiled. Terry spread her legs. As she felt her hands sweeping down her inner thighs, she became so stimulated she could hardly believe it. This was another woman, and this woman totally turned her on.

Sensing this, Laura let her fingers work around her now moistening mound. She inserted her fingers and kept up a diddling display of action that caused erotic desires to flourish within her loins.

"Ohhh – ahhhh – I can't stand it," she panted. "This is too much – too much."

"Is it?" Laura smiled, enjoying the movements so much she felt herself moistening. Then, with her fingers moving effectively she knew she had her, right where she wanted her. She promptly proceeded to let her own flimsy bra slip off, revealing her great breasts.

To Terry's total surprise, she found looking at the girlfriend's breasts stimulating. But, she got another sight when Laura slid out of her hot pants, putting her proud vagina on display. The shaved slit surprised her.

"You shave it," she commented.

"Some men like it shaved," she smiled, and then she got up on the Massage table with Terry, letting her legs straddle her. She reached out and massaged her breasts as her own breasts hung before Terry's startled eyes.

"Oh, Laura, this does feel good," she assured her, "really good."

"You've been a turn-on with me ever since I moved into the place," Laura frankly admitted. "Why shouldn't two women enjoy each other?"

It didn't take long for the two women's bodies to, collide in pleasure. Laura bent over farther, allowing her breasts to touch her girlfriend's breasts. And then as their bodies crushed hard against each other, she started kissing the other woman passionately. And to her surprise, the other woman loved it. She Frenched her for a moment and then let her tongue slide out and started licking her face.

"Gee, but you look beautiful to me," she smiled. "You really do, baby!"

"Anybody ever give you a tongue-bath?"

Terry shook her head, her eyes now glazed with lust and hot desire.

"I will teach you then," Laura smiled and she let her tongue sweep down her body, focusing on each nipple, and then gliding to her vagina.

She licked at it impatiently, as turned-on Terry groped for her head, and guided her over it.

"Ohhh, yes, baby – eat me – eat my pussy," she panted, remembering all too well how her husband enjoyed getting down there and licking. The tongue jabs continued, and she could tell that Laura actually knew more about producing pleasure in her body than her own husband did. This was surprising to her, but she was mentally free enough to accept the fact, another woman could generate all kinds of sexual excitement in her body, and she was quite capable of enjoying it.

"Eat me," she begged her hot-blooded girlfriend. "Eat my cunt!"

She loved the freedom she was feeling that would allow her the opportunity to enjoy the superb tongue skill of a member of the same sex.

"Lick it, honey," she urged her on, as the electrical thrills raced up and down her spine. Laura's hot hands held her in place, as her mouth pressed down on her vagina, licking excitedly. It didn't take long for Terry to gush as she felt the passion build, build, and then explode. The hot juices were eagerly licked up by her girlfriend. And as Laura moved away, she looked up, almost as if she was asking approval.

In response, Terry smiled. "It was beautiful baby, I really enjoyed it."

Then, Laura said softly, "No woman is free until she realizes passion doesn't depend upon gender. It depends upon the fire she sees in the eyes of her lover."

"I couldn't agree with you more," Terry told her quickly, and then added, "I'm curious – do you just go for women?"

"How ridiculous of you to ask me," Laura laughed, "of course not. That is what I meant by freedom. I'm free to love man, woman or beast…"

"Beast?"

"I mean a nice dog, a friendly dog with some training."

"Training?"

"They have dogs for that you know, or didn't you know?"

"No, I didn't," she said in remarkable surprise.

"Sure, women have loved dogs for years, and I don't wonder why – some dogs are more capable of giving satisfaction than some men – depends upon the dog, of course."

"Of course," Terry gulped, hardly able to grasp the idea of having sex with a dog.

"Does your husband go down on you?" Laura smiled, and when Terry didn't immediately reply, she shrugged, "Maybe I'm out of line in asking."

"No – no, you're not out of line. It's just that I'm not used to discussing intimate details of my sex life with anyone."

"You're free now," Laura giggled. "Free to do or say anything you damned well please about sex – isn't that great?"

"Yes – yes, it is," Terry nodded. "I'll admit for the first time in my life I can talk about 'fucking' – that's right – 'fucking', I just like to hear myself use the word because I used to think it was a dirty word."

"Fucking. Is the most beautiful word in the dictionary," Laura laughed.

"But it isn't in the dictionary," Terry insisted. "I looked."

"I should say 'vocabulary'," Laura smiled. "A big bunch of prudes get together and call it 'intercourse' – but did you ever hear a man say, 'I want to intercourse you' – no, he'll say, 'C'mon chick, let's fuck!' – but a lot of fuddy-duddy people are so hung-up on the subject that they're afraid to call a screw a fuck. But a fuck is a fuck – IS a fuck!"