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I made the mistake of glancing at my watch and groaned; it was only four fifteen. Another forty five minutes before I could indulge in my weekly treat. Thinking about that treat; an hour long full body massage, was making this the longest day since, well, since last Friday! I fought to focus on the columns of numbers in front of me, but it was a losing battle. Instead my mind drifted to the thought of those soft, yet firm, hands rubbing my feet, taking away the discomfort a week in heels caused, and then moving up my calves.

Those long, slender, and oh so talented fingers would work their magic behind the tender backs of my knees before beginning their upward journey to my thighs. I shifted in my seat and felt the thong sticking between my legs. I'd been wet all day which was becoming the norm on these glorious days when I allowed myself to get as close to my fantasies as possible without crossing the line. Giving up on work altogether, I leaned back in my chair and removing my sensible black pump, put my stocking foot on my desk.

Pulling up knee length black skirt, I placed my hand on my inner thigh and squeezed it, mimicking the attention it would be getting later. Letting my hand wander upwards I teased myself by sliding it across the patch of lace covering my now sopping slit. The thong was a sexy contrast to the skirt, shoes and the red long sleeve blouse I was wearing. Sensible and professional, that was me for the majority of my thirty eight years.

Not that I still wasn't on the surface, but the last few months my inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies had been far from what I was raised to consider proper. I rubbed my hand more firmly against the damp material and released a soft moan.

My fingers pressed harder, pushing the thong between the lips of my pussy and working them up to push against my aching clit. Jill, my receptionist, left at four on Friday's along with most of my department and with no fear of getting caught I thought about giving myself some relief.

The past few hours had been filled with visions of soft hands and even softer tongues wandering over my yearning flesh and I'd been squirming in my seat all day. Normally I managed to abstain from masturbating during my special day, letting my sexual frustration build. I would then endure the deliciously excruciating tease of my nearly nude massage before racing home and hopping into bed. Then it was time to use the evening's toy of choice to get off several times before collapsing into a deep sleep.

Saturday morning would feature a slower more sensual session with my fingers and a multi speed bullet while replaying the previous nights encounter. Not that a massage would be most people's idea of an encounter, but when you secretly desired women an hour of being rubbed down by an attractive one was as close as I could get. No, that wasn't true. The closest I would allow myself to get was more like it.

I had no doubt if I put myself out there, went to the right bars or clubs; I could get what I wanted. After all, my Sapphic obsession had begun when Jill and I had stopped in for a drink at a new club, The Pink Hat, not knowing it was specifically for women who enjoyed the company of other women. Teasing myself through the thin material of the thong I let my mind drift back to the day I discovered my latent desire to experience the softer sex.

It was just after work on a Friday and there were only a few women there so it didn't hit us right away. However, once someone put some music on, Jill and I caught on pretty quick. A song I didn't recognize, with a slow sensual beat began to play and to our surprise two women drifted onto the small dance floor and slipping their arms around each other's waists began swaying seductively.

We glanced at each other and I noticed Jill looked uncomfortable. I'd shrugged and suggested they were probably just playing around. That idea went out the window when I looked back over to see them kissing.

And what a kiss it was! It wasn't a playful peck, but a long deep passionate kiss that caused a strange sensation within me. The sensation itself shouldn't have been strange; it wasn't like I didn't recognize arousal, but was shocked to feel it watching the scene before me. I could honestly say at that point I'd never thought about two women together. Even on the occasions I had watched some dirty movies with Rob, if a lesbian scene came on, I would ask to skip it.

I'd always thought why would I want to watch what I already had? But that day, the way those two beautiful women had touched each other had gotten me hot in a way I hadn't been in years. Perhaps it was the fact they were so open about it; that here they were kissing and touching in front of a room full of women and not caring.

Jill had excused herself to go to the bathroom and as she made her way across the room I noticed several women stare at her as she passed. Jill was a petite little brunette who although on the slender side had long shapely legs and what I had since come to realize was very fine ass.

One woman in particular, an older blonde wearing a dress far shorter and tighter than I would ever have the courage to wear, stared at Jill with a look of pure lust that sent another unexpected feeling of desire through me.

When Jill was with me I had focused on her, sneaking furtive glances at the women dancing whenever she would look away. I now took full advantage of her absence, turning on my stool to watch what I used to think was so wrong. The taller of the women, a stunning red head wearing a skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass was now behind her partner, her hands encircling her waist.

The other woman, a short curvy blonde whose ample breasts threatened to spill from the low cut sundress she was wearing, was working her hips, grinding her ass back into her girlfriend. The redhead responded by sliding the blondes hair to the side to kiss her neck.

She worked her lips along her creamy skin and my face grew hot despite the air conditioning in the club. The blonde sighed and reaching back ran her fingers through her lover's hair, holding her face to her neck.

There were whistles from several of the women when the redhead's hands worked their way up and my breath caught when she cupped her impressive breasts. She pushed them together, and fondled them, her hands sliding across them.

The blonde's mouth opened as she released a moan that was drowned out by the music. What wasn't drowned out were the cheers when her hand dropped to the hem of the blonde's skirt and pulled it up, giving a quick flash of a black lace thong before pulling it back down.

Someone yelled not to tease and with a laugh she hiked the skirt up giving everyone there a full view of the black strings over her full hips. The blonde reached behind her, caught the hem of the redheads dress and returned the favor lifting it up to expose her...bare ass.

The women around laughed and clapped and I sat there transfixed by the sight of her shaking her bare ass. That ass was firm and tight and when she widened her legs and leaned forward, she flashed a quick peek of her pink pussy.

To my dismay she straightened, leaving me to struggle to focus on just the glimpse I had gotten. In front of me the blonde was now rubbing her hands across her lush thighs and the patch of lace over her pussy.

I watched her long slender fingers with their deep purple nails sliding across her inviting thighs and...inviting? Even now, sitting at work months later, I recalled how that word had jumped into my head and how shocked I'd been.

The redhead's hands had gone back to her top and after several women began chanting "Flash, flash!" she laughed and pulled the top of the dress down. My eyes widened and I was sure my mouth had dropped open at the sight of her bare breasts. Her large milky white globes were well rounded and her nipples pink and swollen. The redhead gave them a quick pinch causing her to yelp, before pulling her top back up.

That yelp had sent a thrill through me and was quickly followed by another when the blonde playfully pulled her thong to the side showing off her pussy and the small patch of golden hair above it. Her fingers slid up and down her lips several times, much to the appreciation of the women watching, before she slipped the thong back into place.

The song wound down and turning in her lover's embrace, the blonde wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into another deep kiss that included them putting on a show of their tongues sliding across each other.

There was a round of applause as they walked hand in hand back to their table and turning back to the bar I picked up my glass of wine and gulped it down in several long swallows. My hand was shaking and I had become aware of a growing wet patch between my legs. I stared down at the bar not making eye contact with anyone and trying to understand what I was feeling. How could watching two women have caused such arousal?

Jill came back and appeared upset. In an indignant tone she told me she had been lewdly hit on and said she wanted to leave. I agreed, but for the opposite reason. Whereas she was offended, I was hornier than I'd been in years and wasn't sure I was comfortable with it. I probably should have just walked out with her, but instead I was curious to see if I would get any attention.

Telling Jill I had to use the bathroom I made my way across the club. I was moving slowly and admittedly putting some extra swing into my hips. I felt like a giddy young girl when I did see a couple of women look my way and flash me welcoming smiles. I was wearing my usual ensemble of a knee length gray skirt and a white button up blouse. Neither article of clothing did anything flattering for me and I found myself wishing I was dressed more provocatively.

That was another uncharacteristic thought and I felt as if I were just now discovering a part of myself that had lain dormant all these years. When I walked into the bathroom I was confronted by the sight of two women playing right there in front of me. One woman was sitting on the sink with her skirt up and her smallish tits propped out of the top of her shirt. The other woman was on her knees, her face buried between the thighs of the first woman.

Her feet were on her shoulders and I could see her lovers arm moving back and forth and could just imagine her fingers pumping her pussy. This was more amazing than the dance floor. Neither woman noticed me. The brunette on the counter had her head back and her eyes closed, moaning and running her fingers through the other woman's light brown hair. I stopped in my tracks and even though everything in me said to turn and walk out the door I stood rooted to the spot.

My eyes moved wildly, trying to take in everything at once. The look of ecstasy on the face of the woman on the counter, her eyes closed, her cheeks flush and soft sighs of pleasure emanating from her parted lips. Her rosy nipples were erect and her small perky tits coated in sweat. Her thighs were wrapped around the head of the other woman, but I could hear her lips smacking as she sucked on her.

Her skirt was pulled up as well; her hand between her legs, playing with her pussy while she licked her girlfriends. Like the woman on the dance floor, she wasn't wearing underwear and the way she was squatting showed her pussy off well from behind. I watched her rubbing her clit in circles with two fingers and could hear her moaning between her lover's thighs.

"Oh, honey!" the woman called out, "Oh...oh just a little more!"

I'd taken a step back, hoping not to be noticed and stood there with my nipples aching and my pussy dripping while the other woman began smacking her lips even more loudly against the wet flesh she was sucking. The brunette released a loud squeal, then another before her girlfriend reached up and covered her mouth, muffling her cries. My pussy gushed watching her writhe on the counter, pulling her girlfriend's hair and moaning into her hand as her orgasm tore through her.

Releasing her grip, she slumped back on her elbows her head resting against the mirror. Her girlfriend stood up and leaning forward gave her a deep kiss. When she pulled away she sighed, "Damn I taste good on you."

"I think it's your turn to taste," The other woman giggled, "I..."

"Oh, shit!" The woman on the sink had turned her head and saw me standing there. "Jesus, Sandy I thought you locked the door!"

"I...I...I'm sorry," I stammered, "I just came in and um, have to use the bathroom." I sounded like an idiot, but had nothing else to say.

"Well that's okay," The woman hopped off the counter. Taking a second to pop her perky tits back into her top and smooth her shirt down, she laughed and added, "We just finished."

"What about me?" The other woman, made a show of pouting.

"Guess you have to wait until we get home, sweetie!" she kissed her quickly and headed my way.

Realizing I was still in front of the door I stepped to the side, but she stopped next to me and smiled, "Haven't seen you here before. First time?"

"Um, yes." I nodded nervously.

"Well I hope you come back again." She tilted her head as she looked me up and down quickly, "I love your eyes and your proper little outfit." She giggled, "You come from work or your girl like the uptight professional look?"

"Oh, well...I...I don't have a girlfriend."

"Really?" she shook her head, "With those big brown eyes and those pretty lips?" she gave me a slower loom up and down. "Tell you what honey, let your hair down and wear something that shows you off more. Looks like you have a nice little body under there."

"Thanks." I said for lack of anything better to come back with.

"You coming Sandy?"

"No, I didn't get to, remember?" The woman said into the mirror as she fluffed her blonde hair and removed a tube of lipstick from her purse.

"Aww," The brunette laughed, "Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you at home. Right now I'm going to play some music so you get your pretty little self out to that dance floor when you're done." She glanced my way, "Seriously, hope to see you here again," leaning closer she said softly, "I can tell you're not just new here, but you're new. But don't worry everyone here is fun and we've all been there. You let yourself relax you'll have a lot of fun"

She turned and left the bathroom and trying to regain my composure I walked across the bathroom towards the stalls.

"Hey," Sandy called out, just as I was ready to push the door open. I turned around to see her looking at me with a big smile on her face. "Did you like the show?"

"E...excuse me?"

"You didn't just come in. I saw you just before Sheila put her legs on my shoulders."

My only reply was for my face to somehow grow hotter. Laughing Sandy clapped her hands in delight.

"Aren't you cute? You really are new aren't you?"

"I...I've never been here before."

"That's not what I mean and you know it." She sighed, "I remember the first time I realized what I wanted. Just relax and let it happen, you'll be fine." With a wink she looked me up and down, "You already are. Thanks again for the extra thrill!" with a little wave she left the bathroom.

As embarrassed as I was, I still found my eyes glued to her ass which was well defined in the skin tight dress. Her hips swung back and forth and all I could picture was how she had looked while squatting on the floor and her pussy visible as she'd leaned forward to suck her girlfriend off in the bathroom. I'd never done anything that bold with a man and had never once thought of a woman doing it.

Once I was alone my body took over my thoughts. My nipples were aching and my clit was throbbing between my thighs. Pushing the stall open and stepping into it I could feel the wetness between my legs. I closed the door and locking it hiked my skirt up and pulling my panties down moaned as they peeled away from my wet skin. I sat down, but rather than using the bathroom my mind exploded with a collage of images of all I had just seen.

Moving as if it had a will of its own, my hand dropped between my legs and I had to stifle a groan as my fingers explored my sopping wet pussy. I tried to tell myself to stop; I was closing in on forty, way past the age to be doing things like rubbing one out in a public stall. But my fingers remained where they were and with a resigned whimper, I slid them up through the soft folds of warm flesh.

I gasped when my fingers made contact with my yearning clit and rubbing in short hard circles I closed my eyes, thinking of Sandy sucking Sheila's pussy. I put myself in her place, sitting on the sink, my legs wide open and a pair of soft sensual lips kissing my even softer, moist pair. I thought of long soft hair on my thighs and her slender fingers entering me. I imagined her touch to be so much softer than a man's and her tongue slower and more patient.

The final image that went through my mind was Shelia toying with her nipples, her red nails teasing her swollen flesh, then throwing her head back and squealing as she came. I closed my legs and straightened them as my fingers brought me closer to the edge. My mind was still fixed on Shelia rocking back and forth and side to side, her body in the throes of her climax.

Her orgasm turned into mine and a loud cry escaped me. I covered my mouth and cried out into it as I came harder than I had in a long time. My feet kicked, my heels hitting the stall door and my back arched, shoving my quivering pussy into my fingers. I sat there moaning and squealing as to my surprise a second orgasm raced in behind the first and my body went into a fresh wave of convulsions.

When the last effects of my bodies release flowed through me, I slumped back, letting my head rest against the cool tile behind me and fought to catch my breath. I remained there for a couple of minutes, letting my body regroup as my mind tried to wrap around what had just happened. Forcing myself to move, I stood up and pulling my panties up marveled at the wet mess that began to ooze into them now that I was standing.

They were so wet, I slipped them all the way off and balling them up shoved them into the pocket of my skirt. Leaving the stall, I splashed my sweat soaked face and as I patted dry I heard a whistle behind me. I turned to see a young woman who couldn't have been more than twenty at the other end of the counter. With a smile she said, "That sounded like a good one!"

Too embarrassed to reply I'd hurriedly left the bathroom and keeping my head down, made my way back to Jill who had asked me if I felt okay because I looked flush.

My cell ringing snapped me out of my reverie and grabbing it from the desk I saw it was Paula.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Linda, its Paula, just confirming you're coming to see me at five thirty?"

Paula had a soft smoky voice that sounded damn good in my ear, especially when she spoke over me as her incredible hands worked my body.

"I wouldn't miss it!" I answered and to myself added I probably wouldn't be coming until about seven and it would be to her

"Glad to hear it." She purred in my ear, "Always nice to finish the week with my favorite girl."

"Aw, I bet you say that to all the girls!" I laughed even as I wished she meant it the way I would love her to.
"Oh, trust me, I don't call just any girl my favorite! See you soon."

The phone went silent and putting it down I got up from the desk before I buried my fingers in my pussy. Paula's voice had me hot and I couldn't imagine the puddle I was going to be in when she got her hands on my bare flesh. Seeing it was quarter to five I shut my lap top down and locked my desk. Grabbing the clothes I had hung in the small closet, I left my office. I made my way through the deserted sea of cubicles in the main floor and entered the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror I removing my blazer and blouse and reaching up to the clip, let my long, light brown hair cascade down over my shoulders. I teased myself by cupping my tits in the transparent black lace bra I was wearing and yearned for my hands to be another woman's. Unzipping my skirt, I let it fall to the floor and stood there in my bra and thong wishing the only woman looking wasn't the one in the mirror.

A side effect of discovering my attraction to the female form was I saw myself much differently as well. I'd always had enough attention from men to feel I was attractive, but now I saw my body the way I would if it was another woman. My breasts were on the smaller side, but were well rounded and still sat high and firm even without the help of the bra.

I was tall and a little on the slender side with long legs that many men had said was one of my best features. The other feature that received a lot of compliments was my firm little round ass. With a grin, I turned around and looked at the exposed cheeks of my ass in the mirror. The thought that within an hour Paula's hands would be just over my ass caused another wave of heat.

Reigning in my thoughts I replaced my proper attire with a cute little red sun dress, that I wouldn't say was inappropriate, but showed a good amount of my long legs and was low cut enough to display some cleavage. My sensible shoes were replaced with a pair of red sandals with a three inch heel and straps around the ankles. I ran my fingers through my hair, teasing it out and applied some make up.

I looked at the finished product and thought the look said playful and fun. Not slutty, but certainly not professional and boring. I put my clothes on the hangar and couldn't help feeling a little foolish, dressing up for a woman who had no interest in me as anything but a customer or at best someone she enjoyed speaking to once a week.

Picking up my purse and leaving the bathroom I headed for the elevator and noticed the janitor watching me from across the room. Although I appreciated the attention it didn't excite me the way it used to. I had always gotten looks from men, at least when I dressed to do so and had enjoyed the reaction of most women; flattered and if they were someone that could be an interest, turned on.

But now I found myself looking about to see if I was garnering any attention from my own sex. On the occasions I was sure I was getting more than a casual glance from a woman I was instantly wet. Riding down to the parking garage it dawned on me-and not for the first or even hundredth time-how that day at the club had changed me. I now dressed up for and paraded around trying to impress women rather than men and was now masturbating nightly to girl on girl porn.

I had broken up with Rob a month before the day at the club and hadn't dated since even though I'd fielded several offers from guys I most likely would have gone out with prior to my new fixation.

Three months ago I'd been so worked up I'd given Rob a call. We'd parted on decent terms and he was happy to come over for pretty much a booty call. The sex had never been an issue between us and that night was no different, Jeff was an attentive lover and one most women would rave over.

I had been one of those women, but that night I wasn't nearly as aroused as I used to be. I sucked his cock less than enthusiastically than I used to and as he went down on me I kept thinking how much better it would be if there was long hair fanned across my thighs as well as the slender fingers and softer touch of a woman. Rob had done nothing to stop those fantasies when he didn't linger between my thighs for more than a couple of minutes before sliding up and entering me.

It had felt good, but not as good as it used to and the only time I had cum during the night was when I stroked my clit while on my knees and imagining him being Paula behind me with a strap on. In the three months since, Rob had called several times looking for a repeat performance, but I declined each time. I kept telling myself the next time I had sex it would be with a woman. That I would shake the bizarre shyness and hang ups I had when it came to making my fantasy a reality.

I kept swearing I would go back to that club. I'd go home shower, dressed sexy and....ended up getting undressed or just meeting Jill for a drink. Each of those nights I would go to bed horny and pissed at myself that I was getting off with a toy and not a soft pink tongue.

"Hey, I love that dress!"

I looked up to see a tall woman with long hair standing at the car next to mine. I was so caught up with my thoughts I hadn't even recalled making my way across the garage to my car.

"Oh, um thanks." I replied, snapping out of my daydreaming.

The woman looked down and smiled, "The shoes too! Prada?"

"Yes." I nodded, then taking advantage of her looking at my feet took a good look at her.

She was worth looking at that was for sure; tall with long legs that were being show cased in a short blue skirt and a pair of breasts that were much larger than mine and looked as if they were ready to pop out of the sleeveless white shirt.

Her eyes were as dark as her hair and her full sensuous lips coated in a soft pink. My heart began to pound when I saw her take her time working her eyes up my body and in the back of my mind I found myself wanting her to like what she saw.

"I do love the look," she commented, sending a thrill through me. "Says smart, but sexy." She winked, "Says fun! You going out for some fun on a Friday night?"

Oh my God, she was flirting with me! I could feel my face becoming as red as the dress, but when I spoke, managed to sound calm.

"I'm going to...go treat myself." I gave her a smile I wanted to be confident, but knew looked as nervous as I felt.

"Well every girl should treat herself." She paused meaningfully then added, "But it's usually more fun if you get a treat from someone else."

"It sure is." I laughed awkwardly.

"I'm Mandy," she gestured towards the ceiling, "I work for Dobbs Corp on the third floor, do you work in the building?"

"I do, I work for All State."

"Oh," she looked at me expectantly, "And you are..."

"Linda!" I sighed, "Sorry about that."

"No worries, so hey, I'm going out for a treat myself, a couple of drinks at Bernie's down the street, want to come along?"

"Well..." say yes, I shouted at myself. Say yes! "I have an appointment for a massage." Oh, what was wrong with me?

"Oh that is a treat!" she nodded, "I try to go a couple of times a month. "Well, how about tomorrow?"

Her eyes met mine and again I wanted to shout the word yes! Meet her for a drink, go back to her place, let her take charge and lay me back and...But again the sensible, no not sensible, but scared part of my mind spoke up. Mandy worked in the building.

I'd told her where I worked, all the people I'd worked with for the last fifteen years knew me as being straight. Not that being into women was something to be ashamed of from the start, but for them to think after all these years I'd changed?

"I'm sorry." Mandy said, the smile fading, "I'm making you nervous."

"Oh, its okay I just...I'm not you know..."

Mandy's smile returned and as she reached into her purse she said, "Not comfortable yet. It's okay, Linda. Here's my card, you ever want to go out for a drink and you know, talk about things, feel free."

I took the card, cursing the trembling fingers that told her she was right.

"Thank you, maybe I will." I forced those words past my scared persona.

"I hope you will. Well gotta run, but I'll be there for awhile tonight so if you want to swing by after your massage?"

"I'll see." I slipped the card into my purse as I watched Mandy walk around her car.

My eyes longingly stared at the backs of her legs and her ass swinging in the snug skirt. She gave me a wave when she pulled away and I sighed. Now there would now be a new game, me staring at the card every night trying to get up the nerve to call, but knowing I wouldn't.

*****

I arrived outside Spadyssey and let the failed opportunity with Mandy slip from my thoughts. This was the time I waited for all week; the hour I let my fantasies run wild while the soft hands of a beautiful woman roamed over my body. Paula, the owner and my personal masseuse, had no idea of the pleasure I received from her skills.

I'm sure she thought the occasional groans that escaped me were the simple sounds of relaxation and relief of sore muscles. She had no idea those sounds were muffled moans and that my nipples ached and my pussy flowed as she went about her job.

Paula had become my go to girl in my fantasies and although she was an attractive woman it had taken me awhile to realize why, well in addition to her touching my all but naked body. Paula was a safe 'girl crush.'

She was four years older than me and happily married with a daughter in college. The fact I knew there would never be any chance of any type of encounter between us made Paula a great pressure free outlet for my Sapphic desires. The fact she was sexy as hell helped.

Speaking of the devil, Paula was just coming out of the back when I approached the front desk to check in.

"Linda!" she gave me a huge wave and smile, "Happy Friday!"

"TGIF!" I laughed

"I love that dress! Looks like you're ready to make someone else thankful it's Friday!"

"Oh, don't worry." I grinned, "You're going to get your tip, you don't have to sweet talk me."

"I'm not." Paula stood behind the receptionist as I signed in and handed her a check for tonight's visit. "You look great. Good to see you dressing more fun these days."

"I feel more fun," I flirted, knowing it was going right over her head.

"Nothing wrong with that!" She pointed to the back, "You can go into room two and change up, and I'll be right in."

I walked around the desk and down the hallway towards the room, but stopped with my hand on the door and watched Paula talking to the receptionist. As always she was wearing a simple t-shirt that stretched across her ample chest and a pair of stretch pants that showed every curve of her shapely legs and curvy ass. Paula had her black hair up and as always, I wondered what it would look like down, preferably on her bare body.

Paula looked damn good for her age, with her smooth tanned skin, large brown eyes and the easy smile that always appeared to be ready to spread across her face allowed her to pass for a decade younger.

That smile also highlighted the most sensual lips I'd seen. I knew men who would refer to them as blow job lips, but all I could think of was what they would look like embracing my soft wet pink lips, maybe even the ones on my face, I added with a dirty giggle to myself.

Entering the changing room, I stood in front of the full length mirror and after removing my sandals slid the dress off my shoulders and gave a sexy shimmy, letting the dress pool at my feet. Dressed in just the bra and thong I imagined Mandy taking me in.

I blinked her away; Mandy wanted what I so badly wanted and wouldn't allow myself to have. Mandy was not a safe fantasy at all; Paula was the girl to think about checking me out!

I removed my bra, and cupped my small perky tits, offering them to my reflection. I imagined rubbing them against Paula's large soft breasts and my hard pink nipples being devoured by those perfect lips. I stroked my nipples with my thumbs and shuddered. I picked up the long white towel to wrap around my waist and as I did looked at my thong.

My ass was exposed, but for the thin string, and with a deliciously dirty feeling, I slid it off so I would be naked beneath the towel rather than wearing underwear as the spa required. I put my hair up, admiring the way my breasts lifted to a sexier angle and wishing I wasn't the only female noticing them.

My heart beat faster and my lips parted to release a long deep breath. Of all the images that had gone through my mind concerning women, this was the one that worked me up the most; standing completely naked in front of another woman.

I could imagine seeing the desire in her eyes as she took me in with her hungry gaze. In my mind she would still be dressed whereas I was nude, completely exposed, eagerly seeking the approval of my fantasy lover.

I would feel wanton, driven by lust as I sought her approval with my body. That, as much as her touch was what drove me crazy about these sessions with Paula; that she was fully dressed and I was naked except for a flimsy towel and my panties beneath it.

But tonight I would be completely naked underneath! Just the thought of her hands unwittingly caressing my skin inches from my hot bare pussy sent a shiver through me. I was more wound up than usual and could just imagine how hard I would come later tonight, when I stroked my pussy to the thought of Paula discovering my nakedness and being excited by it.

Wrapping the towel around my waist and pulling the loose end up to my breasts, I paused then lowered it just enough for my nipples to be peeking out. I took a deep breath and walked out into the room, hoping Paula was in it and I would give her an 'accidental' peek. It would mean nothing to her, in fact I am sure she had ended up seeing quite a few breasts during her job, but it would send me gushing.

Paula was in the room, but with her back to me as she washed her hands. I stared at the sweet curve of her ass then with a mental sigh of resignation pulled the towel to cover my breasts, just as she turned around.

"Ready to start the weekend off right, brown eyes?" she asked, her ever present smile touching her own dark eyes.

"As right as I can these days." I answered as I reached the table and slipping onto it, lay on my stomach.

"Does that mean another weekend home?"

"I....ummm" I sighed as her hands pressed into my shoulders, "Jeez what was I saying?"

"I like that effect." Paula laughed.

I wondered if she would say that if she knew the real effect she had on me was a clit that was beginning to throb as her strong fingers kneaded my shoulders.

"You do have some talented fingers." I sighed, thinking of what else they could be good at.

"My husband says the same thing," Paula giggled.

And that was why Paula was a safe bet. She was straight and married and I was straight and too afraid to be otherwise. Resting my head on the soft pillow, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift while enjoying Paula's amazing touch.

She worked her hands outward from my shoulders and down the tops of my arms. As she leaned over me I felt her breasts pressing into my back and even though she was wearing a shirt it gave me a thrill to feel their firm weight against my bare skin.

Paula began chatting away; everything from the weather to her daughter's first semester and her husband's stress at work. In between she asked me what was going on, but my answers were minimal and sometimes simple grunts in the affirmative. I was barely hearing half of what she said; instead I lay there reveling in her touch. Paula's hands worked down my back to just above the towel over my ass.

When she left my back to go down the other end and start with my feet, my mind took a different course. In my sexier alternate reality Paula removed my towel, spread my ass apart and plunged her tongue deep into my hot little box. A soft moan slipped from me, but it coincided with Paula lifting my leg and rubbing my foot. Even that was a turn on, picturing her playfully sucking my toes in her mouth, using her tongue to tickle them while giving me a hint of what else it would do for me.

"You're feet are so soft!" Paula said.

"I had a pedicure Tuesday," I replied, then bit back an obvious moan when she switched from pushing her thumbs into the ball of my foot to lightly caressing the sole.

"Damn, my feet are never this soft." She told me as her fingers trailed lightly over the top of my foot and sighed, "And you don't even have anyone to appreciate them right now."

"Well I don't know how many guys appreciate feet." I giggled as she ran her fingers across the bottom of my other foot. "Not what they usually appreciate."

"All parts of a woman's body are beautiful."

Paula's words caused my eyes to open. Was she...flirting? I'd been coming here for four months and she had never remarked on my feet being soft and that last comment? Paula resumed working her fingers into the base of my toes and I lay there telling myself to knock it off.

"Men are hard and rough and rarely take care of their skin." She continued and her strong fingers began to rub my lower calves, "But women, are soft and smooth and do everything they can to look and feel good." She paused, "Do you feel good about yourself Linda? Do you feel sexy?"

"Well...I..."

"Come on, don't be modest." Paula coaxed, "You're a sexy woman, its okay to know that."

I swallowed and my heart began to pound. My already hard nipples ached as they pressed into the soft towel beneath me and I swore I could feel my pussy starting to drip. I forced myself to calm down and answered softly, "I feel sexy when I'm here."

"Good answer!" Paula's was now rubbing the soft skin behind my knees, "I always tell women that a massage is part of being sexy. It's a woman taking care of her body, pampering herself."

"Do you treat yourself?" I asked, wondering if I was playing along with something real or this was just random conversation.

"There is something I indulge in sometimes," She said softly, "but nowhere near often enough."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Hmmm we were talking about you." Paula's hands were moving up the backs of my legs and I parted my lips to breathe as my chest began to heave against the table.

"What about me?" I heard a tremble in my voice and wondered if she noticed.

"Well..." she paused and her hands were now on the backs of my upper thighs. "Linda, could I ask you a personal question?"

"S...sure." I barely choked out the word.

"I know it's kind of forward," she began, "But..." Her hand stopped on my thighs just below the towel. "Can you open your legs a little?"

"Is that the question?" I laughed nervously, "That is forward."

"Oh my God!" Paula laughed, "Jeez that did sound bad! That wasn't my real question, but can you spread your legs a little so I can reach the inside?"

I spread my legs open several inches and felt how wet I was. Paula's hands slipped to the inside of my upper thighs and my fingers clenched the towel in an effort to stay still.

"What I was wondering," Paula was leaning over me as she spoke and her fingers felt as if they were moving up underneath the towel. "How is it a sweet, sexy woman like you has no boyfriend?"

"Oh, I..." Paula's hands were definitely higher up my thigh than they ever had been before.

The towel pushed up further towards my ass and I was acutely aware that with no panties, if Paula looked where her hands were she would notice as well.

"You don't have to answer." She said at my hesitation. "Just seems odd, in all the time you've come here, there's been no one."

"I...well I guess I'm not really looking." I said feeling like an idiot. What the hell did I think she was going to ask? Paula was married for Christ's sake.

"Oh," Paula's hand strayed even further and even though I'd had my bizarre fantasy shattered, I had to hold back a moan at how good her hands felt on my inner thighs. "So not looking or not looking for a....Oh!"
A loud unmistakably sexual moan escaped me and Paula gasped when her hand moved further and came into contact with my pussy; my sopping wet pussy. Paula's hand remained there for a moment that seemed frozen in time and although the feeling of her hand sent a surge of excitement through my body, my first reaction was embarrassment and I could feel my face flushing.

"I'm sorry!" She exclaimed, pulling her hand away not just quickly, but quickly enough to confirm that all I had just done was make us both feel awkward.

I pushed up on my elbows and blushing furiously said, "I...I'm sorry I...I didn't think you would..."

"My fault." Paula was as red as I was. "I..." we both jumped when the intercom buzzed on the wall.

"Paula?" It was the receptionist, "I'm sorry, but can you come out here for a minute? The damn credit card machine is acting up again!"

"One minute." Paula looked at me and forced a laugh, "Don't worry about it, I wasn't paying attention and..." she shrugged, "I'll be right back okay?"

"Okay." I said softly.

As soon as Paula left, I stood up and wrapping the towel tightly around me this time, went into the changing room and dressed quickly. I left the room and walking as quietly as I could past Paula who was on her knees peering under the counter at the wires for the credit card machine.

The receptionist was chatting with the customer waiting to check out and feeling like a fool, I slipped out the door without anyone noticing.

*****

I looked at the time and shrugged. It was quarter to five and in fifteen minutes I'd be heading home for the weekend. Unlike the last few Friday's I barely felt any excitement. My idiotic behavior last week had robbed me of the closest thing I'd had to fulfilling my fantasies. Even my incessant thoughts of enjoying the female form had decreased during the week.

I still thought about it, especially lying in bed at night. My hands would roam across my body with the thought of them being those of another woman, but now when my mind started to focus on Paula I would force her from my mind. Sometimes it worked and I would concentrate on Mandy whom I'd seen in the building several times. Sometimes I would wave and keep moving, other times she cornered me and flirted outrageously.

As always I blushed and walked away promising a phone call, but as I had anticipated, the closest I got to that was sitting on the couch staring at her card. I felt like a high school girl afraid to call the popular boy who had given her his number.

But even though Mandy was attractive and blatantly interested; literally willing to give me all that I desired, Paula still snuck into my lust crazed brain. I would cave and masturbate to her, rubbing my clit to a totally different ending to last Friday's debacle.

I shut my computer down and glanced at my cell phone. Paula had left me two messages; one Friday night and one on Monday asking me to give her a call and I couldn't bring myself to do it. On Tuesday I had called and cancelled my upcoming appointments with the receptionist and had mixed feelings when Paula didn't call again. It was for the best, I supposed and I could go somewhere else, but it wouldn't be the same.

I stood up and looked down at my prim and proper skirt and blouse. Nothing fun for after work because there was nowhere fun to go. I was reaching for my cell when it startled me by ringing. I didn't recognize the number, but it was local so I answered.

"Hello?"

"Ha, I got you!" Paula chirped, "I figured you wouldn't answer if I called from the spa."

"Oh, um, hi Paula." I said awkwardly.

"Hi yourself, what's this you're not coming tonight?"

"I...look, I just feel..."

"Linda, please." Paula sighed, "You think you're the first woman who did that?"

"No, I guess not, but..." I wasn't sure what to say, but sure as hell wouldn't ask if the others had been wet during their massage.

"But what? A little awkward for a minute sure, but I mean," she laughed, "I have one too, I know what they feel like!"

Uninvited an image of Paula playing with herself exploded into my mind and I closed my eyes unable to push it aside, but managed to speak, "Yeah well it was pretty humiliating on my end and..."

"And what, you're not going to come back? Come on, Linda don't stay away because of that. I forgot all about it until I found out you weren't coming tonight." She paused, "Please come tonight."

Oh, how I wish that was meant another way!

"I...maybe next week." I stalled.

"You have plans?" I paused a little too long and she continued, "Then come on down!"

"I...okay." I caved; if nothing else Paula deserved an apology in person.

"Great, but there's one problem, Rebecca scheduled someone for five thirty, can you come around seven?"

"I thought you went home at seven?"

"Tonight I'll stay. Besides, I have something special for you, something new that I'm getting into and want to try with a special client."

"Then do that for someone who's been coming longer than me."

"Nope, I think it's perfect for you and free of charge!"

"Oh, no!" I said firmly, "No way I'm not giving you something for tonight."

Paula sighed heavily in my ear, "Fine, I'll let you make tonight worth my while, deal?"

"Deal, I will give you something for tonight."

"Just remember you said that." Paula laughed and ended the call.

*****

I pulled in front of the spa and saw only Paula's red Infinity in the first spot. When I entered I saw most of the lights had been shut off leaving the foyer in darkness except for the light coming down the hallway from the back.

"Hello?" I called out as I approached the vacant desk.

"Be right out!" Paula called from her off that was off to the left behind the reception area.

"I thought you guys were open until nine?" I called back to her.

"I screwed up and gave two girls tonight off, so I just rescheduled their appointments for tomorrow." Paula replied, "I didn't want to work all night and that's the best thing about being the owner."

"Yeah I imagine it's a....wow Paula!"

I immediately felt like a fool blurting that out, but Paula had just come out of her office and...wow! She was dressed in a one piece black dress so short the hem barely fell past her upper thigh.

The front was just as revealing, plunging into a deep V that exposed more than half of her ample breasts. In addition to the surprising lack of material the micro dress was tight enough to appear painted on, hugging her body and displaying her impressive set of curves.

Not only her curves, but my eyes widened when I noted she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were plainly visible. I pushed my eyes past her incredible chest, but didn't find much relief. Paula's black hair was down and looked damn good flowing down her shoulders and back. She was wearing makeup and her amazing lips were painted a playful shade of pink.

"I'll take wow!" Paula laughed, doing a quick spin that showed most of her back was bare and just how well the dress hugged her ass, she stopped and put her arms out, "You like?"

"Um, yeah." I nodded, being careful not to let myself say anything further, "You going out after work?"

"I am!" she gave me a huge smile, "One Friday a month Jeff goes and plays poker and I have a girl's night out."

"Good for you." I smiled and allowed myself the thought of Paula shaking what she had-and she had plenty-on a dance floor somewhere.

"Hey, you can come if you want!" Paula exclaimed, "Always room for one more."

"No, uh...I'm not dressed for that."

"Go change and meet me."

"I...I think I'll just chill out tonight." I replied, playing it safe again.

"Well, maybe I can get you to change your mind. Come on in the back and check out my new room!"

She turned and headed down the hallway and I followed, my eyes glued to the seductive swaying of her well rounded ass. I let my eyes wander down the backs of her shapely legs and took in her black fuck me stilettos. Paula opened the door to one of the rooms and said, "Change in here and go through that door," she pointed across the room. "That's a brand new room I just had renovated and you'll be the first one to try it."

She went over to the door and said over her shoulder, "I'm going to get it ready, see you in a couple of minutes."

She slipped through the door and entering the small changing room I stripped down and as I removed my bra ignored my hard nipples. I had promised I would do the best I could to not be a horny mess this time. I pinned my hair up, left my thong on and wrapping the towel tightly around me, left the room. I entered the other room and stopped in the doorway.

The room was lit entirely by well over a dozen candles placed on the floor and there was no table, only a long mat in the middle of the candles. There was soft music playing and the air was laced with vanilla incense from the small burners placed around the room. Next to the mat was a wooden bowl suspended in a metal frame above one of the candles.

"Come on in and close the door, the heat is part of the effect." Paula spoke from my left.

I closed the door while noting she wasn't k**ding, I was already beginning to flush from the heat. Paula was leaning against the only table in the room and lifting her legs one at a time removed her heels. Each leg that rose exposed a lot of her soft inner thigh and a bead of sweat ran down my back that wasn't just from the sauna like temperature of the room.

"Lay down," She gestured towards the floor.

I walked over to the mat and kneeling down began to unwrap my towel. Paula came around in front of me and squatting down placed a small pillow down, "Rest your head on that and just let your arms stay by your sides."

"Sure." I started to pull the towel open, but stopped when she remained where she was.

Paula was leaning forward and giving me a view down her dress that showed not only her breasts, but I could see the darker skin around her nipples. My own nipples stiffened and swallowing I said, "Could you, you know, turn around?"

"Oh." Paula stood up, "Sure, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Some women don't care." She smiled, "I have to say I don't think you'd have anything to be ashamed of."

"Thanks, I guess I'm shy." I told her which was pretty true, at least with women.

Paula walked around to stand behind me and looking over my shoulder I saw she had her back to me, "When you remove the towel there's a red silk cloth next to the mat just wrap that around your waist for me."

"Okay." I let the towel fall away and kneeling in just my thong placed it to the side and picked up the soft cloth.

There was very little material and even starting it just over the swelling of my public mound it barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I pushed it a little lower figuring I would be on my stomach anyway.

I started to stretch out when a movement caught my eye across the small room. The movement was me in the full length mirror on the wall. As I looked at my topless reflection, I caught Paula off to the side, barely visible in the mirror, staring directly into it, looking at me.

Seeing me now looking, I saw her turn her head quickly and for the first time this visit felt a heat growing between my legs that rivaled that of the room. My fantasy returned full blown. Paula was dressed, scantily, but dressed and I was all but naked, on my knees and she had been looking.

Despite the disastrous results of last time I was hornier than ever and let the material 'slip' out of my hand to the floor so that I was not totally nude. I looked down behind me as if trying to find the cloth and when I looked up into the mirror, again saw her look away. I could have stayed there for hours, just sitting on the floor exposed to her, but gave myself a reality check and wrapped the flimsy cloth around me.

I stretched out on my stomach sighing as my hard nipples pressed into the soft mat and turning my head to the left rested my face on the warm pillow. Paula knelt down on the floor behind me and said, "I know this sounds like déjà vu all over again, but can you open your legs for me?"

"Oh, I...."

"On the floor it's either that or I have to straddle you to be able to massage your back correctly."

A shiver went through me at the word straddle, but telling myself to just relax and get my head out of the world of lesbian porn; I opened my legs wide enough for her to kneel between them.

I could feel her legs against mine as she leaned over me and reveled in the contact. Paula's warm hands started on my shoulders and I purred in contentment as she worked the kinks out. After a couple of minutes, she leaned to the side and dipped her hand into the wooden bowl.

I felt something wet and warm on my back and she said, "Vanilla oil, it helps soothe muscles from the inside out."

As her hands spread the oil and began to massage it into the middle of my back parts of my body felt anything but relaxed. My nipples were throbbing and my clit was matching its rhythm. The heat from the oil spread through my body and it was all I could do not to start grinding my hips into the mat. Paula poured some of the oil down both my arms and as she worked it in, I could feel her hair tickling my back.

"Going to get your hair sticky." I said softly.

"That's okay, I like being sticky." She answered.

I laughed nervously, "That can be fun sometimes."

"True, but only when you can do something about it." Paula's hands had switched to my lower back and I sighed as the heat spread pleasantly down below the silk to my ass. "But if you can't, it can be pretty frustrating."

"Yeah, horny isn't fun if there's no one to enjoy it with" I replied, thinking I knew that all too well lately.

"Even if there is someone, if it's not exactly what we want it can be tough, satisfying, but not completely."

"Yeah, mister right now doesn't always do it." I agreed, "But seems like you have mister right."

"I do, Jeff is wonderful," she sighed wistfully, "But sometimes it's more about Mrs. Right," she laughed, "Well for me it would Mrs. Right now."

"Mrs...." I trailed off unsure if I had understood her or if my fevered mind was again hearing what it wanted to.

"Imagine sometimes wanting something different." Paula spoke quietly as her hands worked the back of my thighs, "Picture yourself desiring a woman."

"A....woman." I was barely able to get the words out in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes, a woman. Just follow along with me. Think about wanting to experience the softer sex. Wanting to know what they would be like, how different they would feel. Women are so much more erotic then men, more sensual, more seductive, more....beautiful." she sighed the last word and her fingers went from massaging to lightly caressing my legs.

"Now I'm not saying all the time, like a married woman would leave her husband or boyfriend, but more like a..." she paused "A craving."

"Craving." I knew I sounded like a parrot, but between the heat of the room, my body being totally relaxed and my mind overwhelmed with what she was saying, it was all I could manage.

"Yes, a craving for something different."

Paula's fingers were now trailing lightly along my inner thighs and a shudder went through me. Part of me wanted to yell 'don't tease me', but that stubbornly self conscious part told me to change the conversation and stop wanting what I was raised to think was wrong.

"The occasional desire; no not desire, need to feel a woman's soft breasts against your own to have your lips lovingly embrace her softer more intimate lips, to taste her and hear her soft sighs in your ears." Paula's voice was becoming breathy and her fingers were trembling against my thigh as they worked their way higher.

"Now imagine having that craving and doing what I do for a living. Think about what it would be like to see these beautiful women all but naked in front of you and have your hands all over their bodies." She paused and looking up into the mirror I saw her staring down at me, her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth, her chest heaving beneath the dress.

"It's so hard, Linda. There are days I soak through my panties and have to change in my office because it happens so often I keep extra pairs here. Some days I lock myself in and get off in between clients."

"Oh, I..." I was speechless, my body trembled as it dawned on me this was either a prank far crueler than I could picture Paula playing or my fantasy was rapidly becoming a reality.

"I've had a couple of clients flirt with me, but I'm married and have to be careful. You never know who might say what. So I've been careful to never mix work with pleasure, but then I felt you last week, felt how wet you were, wet like this."

Paula leaned up and swinging her leg over mine straddled my leg.

"Oh my God!" I cried out at the feeling of her bare wet flesh pressing against my thigh. "You....you're so..."

"Wet." Paula finished while grinding her hips into my leg, smearing her pussy across it. "As wet as you were last week."

My only answer was a low moan at the feeling of her hot flesh pressing to mine. Paula grabbed the red cloth and tossed it to the side, "Aww, you're wearing a thong."

"Paula, I...I've never...."

"I know." She said softly, "I can tell. You're just beginning to explore aren't you? That's okay; my first time wasn't until a few years ago while I was on a cruise with a friend."

Paula caused me to gasp by grabbing my ass and giving it a squeeze. "Hmmm, very nice."

"Don't...don't tease me." I whispered. "Please," I sounded pathetic, but I was beginning to squirm, rolling my hips into the mat and straining to move my leg between hers.

"Oh, this is your first time." She purred. "You're worried I'm teasing? How about I put your mind at ease?"

Sitting up, Paula grabbed the hem of her dress and with no hesitation, pulled it off. My eyes widened and my mouth opened at the sight of Paula's naked body over mine. Her breasts were large and round and even in the mirror I could see how hard her rose colored nipples were. My eyes roamed up and down her body, feasting on her soft flat stomach, the curve of her thighs, every inch of her bare flesh.

Paula leaned forward so that her hands were on either side of my head and I moaned loudly at the feeling of her nipples pressing into my back. She began rocking her hips, sliding her pussy back and forth on my leg and as she placed her lips near my ear a low moan escaped her. I'd never heard a sexier sound and a shiver went through me when she spoke close enough that I felt her hot breath on my ear.

"Just relax and enjoy Linda, the woman I was with the first time was so good to me! I've longed to be in the same position. To be the experienced woman showing another how amazing it can be. Paula's tongue flicked out across my ear and as I whimpered she asked, "You do want me, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" I groaned as her lips fastened to my neck.

My entire body trembled as those soft lips that I had fantasized about for months worked their way along my neck. When she gently sucked on the spot just below my ear I released a long moan and Paula whispered, "God that sounds sexy."

She had started to sway side to side, causing her nipples to slide across my back. Her hair was caressing my arms and her lips resumed their exploration of my neck. The heat of her pussy against my leg was driving me wild and I began grinding my hips hard into the mat, moaning as my clit rubbed across the soft material.

"How about you roll over?" Paula asked, "I've been dying to see those pretty titties of yours since the first time you came here."

Paula gave my neck one last lingering kiss that gave me the chills, then swinging her leg over mine, sat beside me, a smile of anticipation on her face. I rose to my knees and my arm automatically rose to cover my breasts.
"Aww, don't be shy! Let me see them."

I took a deep breath knowing this was the moment I'd been waiting for since the day I'd seen those two women on the dance floor. With a nervous little giggle I lowered my arm and turned towards Paula, exposing my breasts to her.

"Oh, look at them, they're perfect."

The look of absolute lust in Paula's eyes caused me to push my nervousness to the side and cupping my small tits I pushed them up, presenting them to her, "You like them?"

"Oh, I love them." Paula slid over to me and placing her hands under mine, whispered, "Let me."

My heart pounding, I slipped my hands away and moaned when they were replaced by hers.

"Oh that feels good!" I whimpered as her thumbs slid across my aching nipples.

"Don't be shy." Paula made a show of pushing her ample chest out, "Go ahead, and play with them, they're all yours."

A smile spread across my face and I cupped Paula's large breasts and gave them a squeeze, marveling at how soft yet firm they were. She released a sigh when I imitated her by brushing my thumbs across her swollen nipples.

Paula's fingers were rolling mine in small circles and my hips were rocking in pleasure. Paula licked her lips then ducking her head caused me to cry out when she quickly sucked my right nipple into her mouth.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped at the feeling of her warm wet tongue swirling around my aching nub.

Paula moaned around my nipple and opening wide, took more than half of my tit into her mouth. I arched my back, shoving my nipple into her and groaned when her fingers lightly pinched my other nipple. I caught each of her nipples between my fingers and began rolling them, Paula moaned her approval and switched off, eagerly sucking my other nipple into her mouth and playing with the other.

I watched as her pink tongue teased across my nipple and as good as it looked and felt I released her tits and taking her face in my hands lifted it to mine. Paula started to say something, but before she could get a word out my mouth was pressed to hers. I groaned in pleasure as I felt those incredible lips against mine and heard Paula first giggle in her throat at my enthusiasm, then moan as I kissed her harder.

Her hands left my breasts and slipped around me. She caressed my back and I sighed into our kiss when one of her hands went into my hair and removed the clip. Paula slowed our kiss down, moving her head back just enough that our lips were barely touching and sliding hers lightly across mine. Her hands were now running through my long hair and I moaned when she flicked her tongue out and teased it over my lips.

I put my arms around her and pulled her tightly against me, feeling our breasts press together. My hands roamed up and down Paula's back, marveling at how soft her skin was and she sighed when I ran one hand up through her long black hair. Paula's hair was damp with sweat and her skin slick with it. I could feel the sweat forming between our breasts and it added to the overall excitement of having my body against hers.

Paula stopped teasing and plunged her tongue between my parted lips. I opened wide, accepting her invasion of my mouth and sighed as her tongue danced across mine. I pulled her tighter against me and started grinding my hips into her. Paula moaned as her tongue continued to probe my mouth and her hands slid down my back and to my hips. Her fingers slipped into the strings of my thong and I felt a fresh wave of moisture flow from my pussy as she pushed the strings down my thighs.

My hands worked their way downward as well, sliding up and down the curves of her ass, reveling in how damn good it felt beneath my touch. Paula removed her lips from mine and I began to protest, but the words turned into a long purr as her lips quickly moved to my neck. I let my head fall back, enjoying the feeling of my hair across my back, but nowhere near as much as I was lovin