Living in the location I live in, there are many opportunities to shovel snow. Quite a few years ago, I injured my lower back while shoveling the driveway one morning while my husband was off to work early. A friend of mine from high school, Angela, finished college and became a massage therapist. I talked to my husband about visiting her to see if she could help, and he agreed it would be nice. So, I called Angela and set up an appointment with her. The visit was great and my back felt much better. The single visit turned into many such visits, and although I hadn't seen or communicated with Angela much since we both finished high school, we formed a very close friendship and we both looked forward to what had become very regular visits...
A few years ago, I had received a hand-full of gift certificates from my husband for Angela's massages as a birthday gift. It was a very sweet gesture! I called and scheduled an appointment with Angela that very week. She had plenty of openings and so I wasn't worried about being rushed, and when I showed up for my appointment, she informed me that the rest of her afternoon was free, so she had lots of time to spend with me. I began removing my clothes as I had done each of the many times I came to receive a massage. We began talking about our children, our families, and the regular goings-on since the last time I had come. I laid myself on my stomach across her massage table, and she began rubbing some massage oil over my back and shoulders. As she began massaging, I became very relaxed and our conversation slowed. Every once in a while she would find a knot in my muscles and I would groan as she rubbed. Her fingers were very skilled and strong, but soft and comforting.
After she finished rubbing my back, she started with my feet, and then moved up my right leg, through my calf and up to my right thigh. As she continued up my leg, she used her thumbs to massage deep into my right hamstring. During one of her motions, her fingers brushed against the lips of my vagina, and I let out a little squeal. She quickly apologized, "sorry about that... I got a little close that time, didn't I?" She giggled a shy sort-of giggle. The kind that one might offer if they were suddenly nervous.
"It's not a problem," I replied. "It felt nice, was just a surprise, that's all." There was a short pause, and I continued, "I'm sorry, did I make you feel uncomfortable?"
"No," she said. "I'm just trying to figure out if I understood what you said."
"I just meant that it's alright if you touch me there, and that if you did it again, it would be okay with me." I continued to lay on my stomach, with my eyes closed pretending to be relaxed, even though my heart was now racing in my chest. She continued the massage, this time with my left foot, moving up my calf, and to my left hamstring this time. Again, using her strong but delicate thumbs to push deep into my muscles. However, this time, as she moved her hands further up my thigh, she began rubbing softer, until her fingers found their way to my smooth and freshly shaved vagina.
With her left hand on my lower back and her right hand softly petting me, she said, slightly nervously, "Is this okay that I do this?"
Shifting my legs a bit farther apart so as to offer her more access, I replied with a pleased moan, "Oh yes... If you're okay doing it. It feels nice, and I'm very happy that it's you who's doing it."
"You've been in a hundred times at least for massages from me, and all this time I had no idea that you would enjoy this," she said, taking a deep breath, and relaxing a bit now.
"I was just nervous that you wouldn't want me to come back if I had hinted at all," I confessed.
"Well, there's a little part of me that is looking forward more to our visits now... Not that I didn't look forward to your company before," she said with a smile.
I raised my hips a little in response to her more confident touch, and opened my legs even more to her. Her fingers rubbing up and down the length of my vagina, and dancing delicate circles around my clitoris. "Would you like me to return the favor?" I asked her.
"Actually, I was hoping you would ask just that..."
I rolled over onto my back and sat up on the edge of the massage table with my legs apart, completely naked, as she stood between my knees. She pulled off the light blue tank top she was wearing, and I reached around her to undo her black lace bra. We embraced each other and our lips met in a very sensual kiss. Our mouths both came open as our tongues began to lightly tease each other. She stepped back and pushed down her black tight leggings, and her panties followed. She stood between my legs again, this time both of us completely naked. Her body was in excellent shape, even after having a few children, her tummy was much tighter than mine, and her breasts a full cup size larger than my petite breasts. We continued to kiss each other while our hands traced random routes up and down each others backs, stopping on occasion to give a slight grab to each other's asses.
I moved my right hand around her waist to her stomach, up to her left breast and began caressing it lightly. I kissed my way down her neck and past her collar. Using my tongue I lightly flicked her nipple, which became erect as I did it. My hand then moved slowly down her side, past her navel, and between her legs. She had a small patch of trimmed hair on her mound, but my fingers soon detected that her vagina was also nicely shaved. I moved my middle finger in between her labia and began slipping inside her just a little. She breathed in sharply and bit her lip softly as I did it. "You're very wet already," I whispered in her ear as I licked the edge of her ear with my tongue. "Climb on top of me," I said to her as I laid back on the table.
She climbed up on the table and swung her left leg over me. "Are you okay with this? It feels a little awkward, like I'm sitting on your face or something."
"Scoot a little closer to me and I'll show you how alright I am with it..." And with that, I found her beautiful wet pussy within an inch of my awaiting mouth. I began kissing her soft labia, and running my tongue up and down the length of her pussy. Her fingers found their mark and slid into my pussy, which was also very wet. Wrapping my left arm around her leg, I slid my middle finger into her wet hole as I alternated licking and sucking lightly on her clitoris. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, dropping my feet off the sides of the table. She also began licking me, and soon her tongue was pushing in and out of my wet pussy as I continued to finger her and tease her clit.
Soon, we both enjoyed orgasms simultaneously. She collapsed onto her stomach between my legs and I sat up between hers. I slid two fingers from my right hand into her twitching pussy and continued fingering her. Squeezing her ass and fingering her harder, she begged me to continue. My fingers sliding in and out with more haste, she moaned louder as her orgasm intensified. She gripped the edge of the massage table as her climax was reached.
"Oh, that was amazing," she cried.
"I haven't felt that satisfied in a long time," I told her. "Thank you."
Giggling again, she said, "no, thank you!"
Once she caught her breath, she turned and sat up so that our legs were criss-crossed. I was leaning back on my left elbow and lightly fingering my own pussy in front of her. She shifted onto her knees and leaned over me to kiss me. Right before our lips met again, she said, "let me help you with that." Her fingers danced around my vagina like experienced ballet dancers on Broadway. Her lips and tongue moved around my small nipples, trading from one to the other. My second orgasm came swiflty and was just as pleasant as the first.
"Would it be wrong of me to look forward to doing this again next time you call me for an appointment?"
"I hope not," I replied. "As long as we can keep this our secret. I'm not sure how my husband would respond."
"Mine either. It's a deal then. Roll back over onto your tummy, and I'll finish what I started an hour ago. I owe you that much at least." Naked, she sat above me and rubbed more massage oil into my back, all the way up to my neck. I just smiled at the thought of two women in their late twenties, completely naked, discovering a new and intense relationship...
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